The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 1 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 1 of 3

 

It was again an hour earlier than his usual getting up time for school.  This time Chris had been sleeping when she woke him up.  She herself had slept a little too – restlessly, but at least she managed to get a few hours’ sleep.  After neither of them sleeping at all the night before, she was just glad that each of them had gotten some rest.  She hadn’t made him wear a diaper to bed last night.  She didn’t make him use one this morning either.  But as soon as breakfast was over and he got out of the shower, that bit of freedom for him was gone.  Having only one short skirt, he had to wear that again, but she gave him a different sweater top to put over it.  The colorful patterned leggings today were the biggest difference.  He hugged her tightly and thanked her for them right after he put them on.

He didn’t thank her though when she made him stand in front of the bathroom mirror and put eye shadow on his eyelids himself.  He didn’t thank her when she watched carefully as she made him put his lipstick on using nothing but the small mirror from his purse.  He even looked angrily at her for a moment when she told him to be more careful with it.  After that, he had to sit still while she finished with his eyes and recombed his hair.

She watched as he went out the door, on his way to school and…who knew what else.  Horror!  He was dressed better today.  Warmer.  He was wearing a hat on his head and mittens on his hands.  He had complained about them being mittens, but Miranda had said she liked them better than the gloves she would have bought him.  Everything she had bought for him yesterday had come with Miranda’s seal of approval, and from what Tess had seen, Miranda had expensive taste.  She didn’t want to think about the time she would probably have to spend in jail once the payback period for the store account came due.  People who owed too much money for too long a period were allowed to go to work, but after that, they spent every other minute of their time in the city jail until the debt was paid.  Who would take care of Chris if that happened?

Chris felt much warmer walking to school.  Not better, but warmer.  He hated the mittens, but he liked their warmth.  He hated the leggings, but he liked their warmth too.  He hated all the clothes he was wearing, but he liked that they were at least keeping him warmer today.  Like yesterday, he still felt strange walking around wearing a skirt.  He still felt more exposed, vulnerable, and afraid.  Should he be afraid?  He knew without a doubt that he should.  Like yesterday, he could only conclude that girl’s clothes felt weird to wear.

He had gotten through yesterday, but would he manage to get through today?  He could only hope.  He still continued to picture the blood dripping from his mother’s neck as the sheriff had held his knife to her throat.  Yesterday, he had done everything possible to say as little as he could and meekly do whatever they wanted.  He had done that and had wound up with no further problems…other than the ones he already had.  With the reminder in the back of his mind of the blood on his mother’s neck, he decided that he would have to keep doing whatever they wanted with no fuss at all.  Once again, he would try not to say anything at all…if he could.  But that didn’t stop him from worrying about what horrors today might bring.

The door to the school seemed to magically open for him and Billy literally dragged him inside.  “Hey cocksucker!” Billy greeted him nastily as he pulled him in the direction of the boy’s room.

As he had decided, Chris purposely said nothing.  He simply meekly followed along.

“Hi Chrissy,” Miranda said as she ran up to walk next to him.  “I love those leggings.”

Chris looked at her and almost said thanks, but he held his tongue.

“Did your mother make them?”

Chris looked at her again, but said nothing.  A moment later, Billy and his friends dragged him straight into the boy’s room.  Chris had no illusions as to what for.  Without even getting the time to remove his coat or mittens, Chris found himself forced to refresh his lipstick, then kneel down and service Billy, noticing that as usual, Billy was putting himself first.  And of course, after Billy, he had to do Sam, one of Billy’s other friends.  But this time, instead of being allowed to go to class after two blowjobs, Chris had to suck off Chet first.  Three today.  Only then was Chris released so he could go to his locker and put his coat up.  This time, he stuck his other shoes in the locker along with his coat and kept the warm boots on his feet.

He was late of course, walking into class.  But he tried to be as silent as possible as he slipped inside and sat at the very back.  Why was he even there?  As far as he could see, the only reason he was in school now was to be closer to Billy and whatever he wanted.

He wanted badly to wipe his lips off with his arm, but he didn’t dare.  Since this started, he couldn’t seem to get away from the taste and feel of the lipstick they required him to keep putting on.  And each time he did, the feel of it got heavier and heavier, and of course, he couldn’t ignore the odd taste of it at all.

As the teacher droned on at the front of the room, his mind replayed the entire day yesterday.  And in the middle of remembering it all, was the bridge.  The bridge that led to…where?  And why would the deputy park on this side of the bridge if he needed to prevent big trucks from driving over the bridge from the other side?  He should have been parked over there.  Maybe he was just being lazy.

 

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“Nine yesterday,” Alicia said into her phone.

“Does that count Vincent here too?” Olivia asked.

“Yes.  Tom told me he took him there.”

“Okay, good.  I’ll take care of it.  I just wish Miranda hadn’t made things so much worse yesterday.”

“You and me both, but I had a little talk with her about it last night, and she won’t be spending any more of their money again.”

“Good.  We’ve got a big enough problem to watch out for now.”

“You should have heard what she really wanted to do to Chrissy though.  It was…surprising.”

“Miranda?”

“It seems Miranda was more than a bit hung up over Chris before this all happened.  When she heard that Chris wet his pants three times the day it happened, the first thing Miranda thought about was what a big baby he had become.  You know the diapers Chris is stuck in was her idea, but what she really pictured was him turned into a complete baby, including baby bottles and spending the rest of his life crawling around on a nursery floor.”

“Oh my,” Olivia exclaimed.  “At least she got her way with the diapers.  I’d think she’d be happy about that.”

“I’m sure she is,” Alicia replied.  “She seems to be hung up now over how smart Chris was before he made his mistake, and how stupid he really turned out to be.”

“Well, I think Billy is taking care of that misconception rather well.”

“That’s what I told her, but I get the impression that she now has a personal vendetta against him, so she’d still like to come up with more to make Chrissy’s life even worse.”

“Worse?  I’m not sure that’s even possible.”

“I haven’t even seen him yet,” Alicia replied, “but I can’t imagine anything worse for him.  And where Billy came up with the idea for him being a town cocksucker, that’s just…dare I say it…awful!  My son!”

“Yes, but at the same time, Vince and I both think that Billy is already showing everyone in the town that he’ll be a huge force to reckon with someday.  He’s already earning the respect he deserves.”

“That much I can agree with,” Alicia replied.

 

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As first period ended and Chris walked out into the hallway, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Billy already there waiting for him.  He figured that Billy must have walked out before the end of his class to be there that early.  The moment Billy reached out and started dragging him toward the front of the school, Chris knew where they were going.  Principal Pomeroy’s office.  Just as Billy had threatened to do before.

Pomeroy stood up the minute he saw Billy entering the outer office with Chris in tow.  He wasn’t surprised when Billy dragged Billy all the way into his office.  “Billy,” he said.  “I don’t think…”

“I don’t care what you think!” Billy told him.  “Now get those pants down.  The faggot here has work to do.”

“But Billy…”

Instead of answering, Billy picked up the phone on the principal’s desk.  He dialed the number for the sheriff’s office.  “Dad,” he said as soon as his father had answered.  “Dumb Pomeroy here doesn’t seem to be interested in taking advantage of our new town cocksucker.  What do you think about that?  If Chrissy here doesn’t have cocks to suck, how’s he going to get any better?”

“Put him on,” Tom Bastien told his son.

Billy turned the phone over to Pomeroy.

“Yes sir?” Pomeroy replied, now clearly worried about the consequences.

“Billy says you’re not interested in what Chrissy needs.”

“It’s not that,” Pomeroy replied, trying to find an excuse.  “It’s just that…this may not be the best time or place.”

“Pomeroy,” the sheriff said.  “Is this a good time for you to leave that job and start working as a fieldhand with the cows instead?”

“No!  No, of course not.”

“Then do you have a problem?”

“Uh…no sir.  Not at all.”

“Good.  I didn’t think so.”  With that, he hung up the phone.

Pomeroy looked at Billy, who was smiling back broadly.  Without saying another word, he dropped his pants and watched as Chris dug some lipstick from his purse and coated his lips.  A moment later, he closed his eyes as the warmth of Chris’s mouth engulfed him.  This was a bad thing.  A very bad thing.  But that didn’t mean that it didn’t feel good.

 

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“Miranda,” the teacher said as nicely as she could.  “Do you have a problem?  Did you understand everything we’ve been talking about?”

Miranda brought herself back to reality.  “What?”

The teacher forced herself to smile kindly.  “I asked if you understood what we’ve been talking about.  You looked like you have a problem of some sort.”

Miranda considered that.  “Yeah, I do,” she said as she grabbed her purse and her books and got up from her desk.  “But sitting here isn’t going to solve it.  I need to go to the library instead.”

“Anything I can help with?” the teacher offered.

“I seriously doubt it.”

Five minutes later, Miranda sat down at one of the few computers available for students to use.  Now, where should she start.  How did she even go about finding out what she needed to know?

 

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Tess was doing everything she could to concentrate on her work at the bank, but it was difficult.  The only thing her mind wanted to concentrate on was on Chris.  What was he doing?  What was happening to him?  Was it as bad as yesterday?  She worried about him incessantly.

The phone rang and she answered it.  “Hello”

“Tess,” Betty Tucker’s voice came from the receiver.  “How are you today?”

“Sick!”

“Sick?”

“In my head anyway.  Maybe to my stomach too.”

“You’re not coming down with anything, are you?”

“All I’m coming down with is a bad case of worry about my son.”

“That much I can understand.  “Listen,” she said.  “I just got a call from Olivia.”

“Olivia?  What did she want?”

“Tess, she just cancelled nine dollars of your debt to the store.”

“Nine?  That’s a weird number.”

“That’s what she told me.  We’ve already fixed the accounts.”

“But nine dollars?”

“Yes,” Betty replied.  “I don’t understand it either.  I just wanted to let you know.”

“Yeah.  Thanks,” Tess replied.  She hung up.  Why would Olivia Bastien cancel nine dollars’ worth of her debt.  It was almost nothing at all.  Why bother?  And then she remembered another number nine.  The number of people Chris had evidently had to service yesterday.  Was something happening here that she wasn’t aware of?  Was Olivia trying to send her some kind of message?  She really had no idea.  It was all just…strange.”

 

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The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 3 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 3 of 3

 

Chris was glad to be out the judge’s house.  He expected to be brought back to the school, but instead, once the sheriff got back to the center of town, he turned onto the road leading away from the town.  He sat up straighter looking around.  According to what he had been told, this direction led out toward some kind of bridge.  A bridge he had never seen.  A few minutes later, the trees parted, and he saw it.  From what he could tell, the entire thing was made of wood.  For the first time that day, he opened his mouth.  “Is that…the bridge?”

“What did you think it was?”

“I’ve never seen it before.”

“Why would you?”

The sheriff parked his truck near another truck that was blocking the road leading to the bridge.  When the sheriff got out, Chris got out too.  As the sheriff wandered over to talk to his deputy in the other truck, Chris, almost in a daze, headed for the bridge.  As far as he could see, it was all made of wood.  And it just looked…old!  He had to wonder how safe it was.  He walked close to the huge chasm it spanned and looked down.  Far below, he saw a lot of snow, ice, and water rushing around the rocks.  It looked dangerous down there.

“Chris!  What the hell are you doing?  Get your ass over here!”

Chris turned at the sheriff’s call.  With one last quick look at the chasm, he walked back to the sheriff.  The deputy was now out of his car.

“Get busy!” the sheriff ordered.

Like it or not, Chris had to service the deputy like he had already done five previous times that day.  Chris was only surprised that the sheriff hadn’t dropped his pants for him too.

As they were driving back towards town, Chris had to ask.  “Why is the deputy out there?”

“To protect the bridge.”

“From what?”

“It’s old.  Very old.  We can’t take a chance on any trucks coming into town that are too big and heavy.”

That made sense to Chris, but one other thing didn’t.  “If he’s making sure nobody comes into town with too big a truck, then why isn’t he parked on the other side of the bridge where they would be coming from, so he can stop them before they get to the bridge?”

The sheriff gave him an annoyed look but didn’t say anything else.

As they were halfway back to town, Chris had to speak up again.  “Sheriff.”

“Yeah.”

“I may have a problem real soon.”

“What’s that?”

“I have to pee again, and this diaper is already too wet.  If I pee, it may leak all over the place.”

“What do you expect me to do about it?”

“Can we get my Mom to change me?”

The sheriff thought about it, then agreed.  “Just hold it till we get you there.  I don’t want you peeing all over my truck.”

They drove to the bank where Chris’s mother worked, only to discover that she wasn’t there.  Perturbed, the sheriff drove Chris the short distance to their home.

Tess was in the process of altering some of the stretch pants into leggings when Chris walked through the door…with the sheriff.  She was overjoyed to see Chris.  She wasn’t overjoyed to see the sheriff with him.

“Mom, I’m going to need a diaper change.”

Tess nodded and put her sewing aside.  “Of course,” she said as she got up.

Chris stood in the living room and forced himself to let his pee out into the small diaper he was still wearing.  In moments he felt some of it running down his leg.  His mother grabbed him and pulled him into the bathroom where she washed him off, then had him lay on the floor while she rediapered him, using plenty of duct tape to make sure the diaper would stay.  The sheriff quickly got Chris back into his truck and drove him straight back to school where Miranda lamented over the fact that his diaper was dry again.

A few hours later, Chris found himself in Mr. Goldberg’s classroom along with Billy and his four friends.  He had been hoping that Billy would forget, but of course, Billy didn’t.  As everyone watched, he fixed his lips then knelt down to do Goldberg.  When he was done, he had to fix his lips and do Billy all over again.

Amazingly, he was allowed to go home after that.

“Be prepared in case anyone calls for you,” Billy laughed as Chris headed for his locker.

Chris hoped nobody would call.  Ever!

Once he got home, his mother enveloped him in a tight loving hug.  “How did it go today?”

“I got through it,” Chris told her.

“How many men did you have to….”

“I don’t know.”

Chris did his best to recount the day for her, including telling her about almost having to do the judge’s wife.  Tess winced at hearing that.  By her count, Chris had been forced to service nine different men…and boys.  And he almost had to do one woman.  Fortunately, that had been avoided.  But she knew the problem was going to arise eventually.  She took him to his room and showed him the new comforter on his bed and a pair of new flannel pajamas.  They were girl’s pajamas, but then everything she had gotten for him was girly.  Miranda had made sure of it.  She showed him everything she had bought and also all the leggings she was in the process of creating out of the stretch pants.

Chris didn’t want any of it, but he was still grateful for all of it.  He hugged her and whispered softly.  “Mom.  We’re home.  Nobody else is here.  Can I please use the bathroom instead of this stupid diaper?”

Tess hugged him tightly and whispered back.  “We’ll run the shower while you do it.”

That night, before putting him to bed, Tess felt she had no choice.  She was going to have to make him do something she would never imagine doing in a million years.  She sat down in front of him and said, “Chris, I know we talked briefly once about sex, but we didn’t talk that much.  Now I’m afraid we need to talk more.”

“Mom, I’ve had more than enough today already.”

“But not this you haven’t.  Chris, what I need you to do now, is…illegal.  Immoral.  Unthinkable.  It’s almost like incest.  But since Olivia Bastion was interested in using you, then I’ve got to try to prepare you at least a little for what may be ahead.”

“More licking and sucking?”

“Yes!  Only this time, you’re going to do it on me.  To learn!  Have you ever seen a girl naked?”

“No.  Of course not.”

“Then it’s about time you learn.”

With that, Chris watched in shock as his mother stripped completely naked, right in front of him.  “Now come here,” she told him as she sat on the edge of one of their kitchen chairs.  “Kneel down and look carefully.”  Tess took the time to show him everything she could about her female anatomy.  When she was done, she knew she couldn’t delay it any longer.  She made him put his mouth up against her pussy and start licking and sucking.  The feeling was exquisite.  After her husband being dead for the last few years, she had missed sex so much.  But at the same time, it was an absolute horror.  She cried tears of anguish over what she was doing, while at the same time, the feelings in her body betrayed other things she was feeling.

“Oh Chris,” she sobbed as she reached her climax.  “What have they done to you?”

 

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“How many, Billy?” Alicia demanded of her son.

“What does it matter?” Billy replied.

“It matters!  Whether you like it or not, it’s going to matter.  More than you know!  So how many, exactly?”

“Well, first there was me and Chet in the bathroom, then later I had him do Sam and Pete.  After that I took him to Pomeroy’s office and had him do him.  I think I’m going to make Chrissy do him every day now instead of going to math class.  As far as I can see, Chrissy doesn’t need that class anymore.  Then after school I had him do Goldberg and then me again.”

“So seven times,” Alicia said, counting up the names.  She looked to her husband.  “Can you add anymore?”

“Why?” Tom asked.

“Because Olivia and I decided it’s important.”

That was all the answer Tom needed.  “Dad asked me to bring him by today.  And afterwards I took him out to the deputy handling bridge duty.”

“How about you?” she asked.

“Nope.  Not me.”

“Good,” she muttered.  “Okay, nine total.  From now on, we need you to keep count.”

“Why?” Tom asked again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alicia told him.  “It involves the town finances.”

Tom didn’t need to hear any more about that either.  He wasn’t sure at all how Chris sucking men off could affect the town finances, but he knew that his wife and mother kept a close eye on such things.  Finances weren’t his interest or problem.  His duty was to take care of the security of the town.

 

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“Mom,” Miranda said.  “What was up with all the questions about what Chrissy did today?”

“We’re facing a possible problem between the store and the bank,” Alicia told her daughter.

“What problem?”

“You!”

“Me?  What did I do?”

“I did some checking this morning,” Alicia replied, “and it seems you had a whole long list of things you forced Tess to buy for Chris last night.”

“Chrissy now Mom.  And so what?”

Alicia rolled her eyes at the changed name.  “So Tess doesn’t earn that much at the bank.  She can’t afford it.  All that stuff you made them order has to be paid for somehow.  And then I discovered this afternoon that you made it much worse.  Miranda, if they can’t pay for it all, then that creates a huge problem.  The money has to come from somewhere.”

“Oh.  It does?”

“Of course!  What did you think?”

“I don’t know.  I never had to worry about things like that.”

“I guess that’s my fault,” Alicia told her.

“Does that mean we have to cancel some of those orders or something?”

“It’s too late.  The orders have been placed and everything Tess bought at the store has already been taken home and is being used.”

“So what do we do?”

“That’s something your grandmother and I are working on.”

“Okay,” Miranda replied.  “So I need to stop getting him things.”

“Unless you’re going to pay for them.  Or at least, check with me first.  Okay?”

“Yeah.  Sure Mom.”

“Honey,” Alicia said.  “What made you want them to get all that stuff anyway?  Why are you that interested in what your brother is doing?  You know he’s going to tire of this eventually and what will probably happen after that.”

“Yeah,” Miranda replied.  “Dad will shoot him, but we’re not allowed to talk about that.”

“That’s right.  You told me you had been looking at Chris as a possible husband someday, but honey, you seem to be far more interested in this than you should.”

“I know Mom.  It’s just that…when Chris messed up, it really pissed me off.”

“I get that.  I also get that you must have been a lot more interested in him than I thought.”

“So what?  He was…nice.  Not to mention smart.  And he was even good looking.  Why shouldn’t I have been interested?”

“No reason.  In fact, until now, I would have not only approved, I would have probably started doing things to help push you two together.”

“Until now,” Miranda said.

“Yes.  Until now.  Now you need to forget about him.  Completely.”

“I know,” Miranda replied.  “But…it just makes me so mad!  You wouldn’t believe what I wanted to do to him after Billy told us about it the other night.”

“What you wanted to do to him?  What?”

“When I heard that Chrissy had wet himself three times that day, all I could think about was what a big baby he had suddenly turned into.”

“Is that why you suggested the diapers?”

“Yeah.  I’m surprised Billy went along with it.  But I would have gone a lot further than that.”

“Like what?”

“If I had my way, Chrissy would be not only in diapers, but he’d be drinking from nothing but baby bottles and crawling around on a nursery floor like the other infants for the rest of his life.”

Alicia smirked at trying to picture that.

“Chris was always so smart!” Miranda said.

“So you told me.  And so I’ve heard,” Alicia replied.

“Every time he opened his mouth, people listened because he sounded so sure of himself.  So intelligent.”

“Except, he wasn’t.”

“Not after what he did.  Not at all!  He was so…stupid!  I could just kill him!”

“I get that,” Alicia told her.

“I’d like to fix it so that every time he opens his mouth now, he makes himself look like the fool he is instead of sounding smart.”

Alicia’s eyebrows went up.  “How could you do that.  Besides, why worry about it?  After what he’s been stuck with now, nobody would even look at him and consider him to be intelligent again.”

“I know but…damn it.  I could just kill him!”

“Well, if you come up with any ideas, let me know.  In the meantime, try to hold down on how much you make his mother spend on him.”

 

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 2 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 2 of 3

 

Tess walked from her small house to the dry goods store.  The warmth inside was welcoming when she walked through the door.  Her reason for being there wasn’t.

“Tess!” Betty called.  “We’re back here.”

Tess headed further back into the store to where Betty, her husband Fred, and Miranda were all standing around talking.

“Hi Tess,” Betty greeted her with a smile.

“Betty,” Tess replied, eyeing Miranda.

Betty took Tess’s coat then suggested, “Why don’t we wander around the store and at least get a general idea of some of the things he’s going to need.”

Tess merely nodded and followed next to Betty while Miranda followed behind both of them.

Betty grabbed a few sweaters to show Tess, but Tess was so mentally exhausted she just said, “Wrap them up.”  That was the same comment Betty got about everything she tried to show Tess.  They didn’t buy much in the process, but half a dozen bras were put in the pile along with a few tops and warm sweaters.  It was only as they were heading back to where they could look things up on the internet that Tess’s brain finally remembered things.  She stopped short as the realization hit her.  “Gloves!” she stated quickly.  “And a hat.  And something to cover his ears.  Things to keep him warm!”  Tess turned to Betty.  “You should have seen him going to school this morning.  He was freezing to death, and that damn short skirt wasn’t helping anything.”

Betty was just happy that Tess was finally coming alive.  “Don’t worry, all that is easy.  We’ll go look right now.”

“And a blanket…or comforter…for his bed.  They took the one he had.  He needs something to keep him warm at night.  And pajamas.  He needs flannel pajamas too.”

“We’ve certainly got all that,” Betty told her.  “Come along, the comforters are right over here.”

“It would help if we had a few things for his hair too,” Tess added.

“No problem at all,” Betty told her.

It was while they were grabbing warm things that Tess stopped to look at something else.  Packages of stretch pants.  She pulled out a few pairs for a closer look.

“No!” Miranda stated firmly.  “No pants!  Of any kind!”

Tess looked at her, but her mind was picturing something else.  “How about leggings?

“Leggings should be okay,” Miranda agreed.  “Just nothing at all to cover his diapers.”

Tess held up a pair of the stretch pants.  “I was thinking of cutting the legs of some of these off and making leggings out of them to help keep him warm.”

Miranda was momentarily stunned.  “Oh.  Okay.  Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Tess nodded.  Thanks.  She immediately found six pairs of the warmest stretch pants she could find, in all patterns and colors.

For the next hour the three women picked out things to help Chris stay warm.  Even Miranda was helpful, even though neither woman had a clue as to why.  But finally, there was nothing more that the store had in stock to help, and they were forced to go back to the computer where customers could look things up on the internet for the store to order for them.  The moment they got there, Miranda produced a sheet of paper.

“Here!” she told them.  “I’ve been looking things up on the internet for Chrissy all night.  I want him to have everything on this list.”

Tess picked up on two things there.  Miranda had called Chris, Chrissy, and she had an ulterior motive for whatever was going on.  And she knew it wasn’t going to be anything good.

Worried now, Betty typed in the first web address.  “What the heck are these?” she asked.

“Baby diapers,” Miranda replied happily.  “Only they’re made in adult sizes.  Actually, they’re called adult baby diapers.  The smallest one there should be perfect for Chrissy.”

“Chrissy?” Tess asked.

“Yeah, of course.  He’s not boy enough to be called Chris anymore, so I told everyone today that from now on they need to call him Chrissy instead.”

Tess was very, very tempted to hit Miranda.  Fortunately, Fred came to the rescue by grabbing her shoulders.

“Let me see those things,” Fred said, trying to distract Tess.  “Hm.  I never heard of them making anything like that.”

“You should see,” Miranda said.  “They make all kinds, and from lots of different companies.  Not only that, but they make all kinds of baby items for adult people.  But see, these diapers not only have those cute designs on them, but they’re supposed to be super thick so he can wear them all day without worrying about leaking.  Isn’t that a good idea?”

Tess wanted badly to tell her where to stick her good idea.  Instead, in defeat, she replied, “Yes.  Of course.”

“I was going to suggest we either order some cloth diapers or make some, and then just get him some plastic pants to go with them,” Betty said.  “That would have been much cheaper.”

“You can get them too,” Miranda told her.  “Definitely!  But I want you to order at least two of the largest packages of those diapers for him.  Dad says that he’s got unlimited credit here for now, so money shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Until it has to be paid back,” Tess muttered, already seeing the writing on the wall there.  If you owed too much money for too long, the sheriff and judge could take harsh measures against you, and things were bad enough already.

Since Miranda wasn’t giving them a choice, Betty put the order in for two large packages of the diapers.  When she was done, she turned to Tess.  “Later, when we’re done here, I’ll order some cloth ones and some plastic pants to go with them.”

Tess nodded.  “Thanks.”

“I’ve got some great short skirts outfits and dresses next on my list,” Miranda told them excitedly.  “And I think all of them will look real cute on Chrissy.”

 

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It was nearing lunchtime and Chris was dying to pee again, but he held it.  The last thing he needed was a wet diaper for the rest of the day.  He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to hold out though.  He had noted that Miranda had been mysteriously missing for much of the morning, but now that lunch was coming up, she was suddenly back again.  The minute she saw him she again pulled his skirt up and checked to see if he was wet.  He was happy that she was disappointed, but he knew she wouldn’t be for long.

The bell rang for lunchtime and Billy was right out in the hallway waiting for him.  Chris was expecting it.  Billy dragged him straight into the boy’s room again.  But going in there made his need to pee that much more urgent.  As Billy forced him to his knees to suck off Sam, he felt his bladder giving way, wetting the diaper he was in.  He couldn’t help but concentrate on that awful feeling just as much as the awful feeing of having another cock in his mouth.  Instead of letting him go to lunch after he was done with Sam, Billy made him suck off Pete again.  He had now done all four of Billy’s friends, and Pete, twice.

Not once had he tried to argue or fight it.  Not once had he said a single word about it or anything else.  Not once had he done anything but try to be as docile as possible and do whatever they wanted.  He already knew they were going to get their way no matter what.  But foremost on his mind was something he had seen last night when the sheriff and Billy had been at his home, blood dripping from a cut on his mother’s neck as the sheriff held his knife against her throat and threatened to kill her if he didn’t.  His life might be over now…at least the life he once knew…but he had to save his mother.  That was the single most important thing in the world to him.

Billy didn’t stop with just his friends in the boy’s room.  Instead of letting Chris eat at least a quick lunch, he dragged him down to the school office and into Principal Pomeroy’s office.

“Chrissy here needs practice!” Billy told the school principal in no uncertain terms.  And I want to see him doing you next.”

Pomeroy shook his head.  “Billy, this isn’t the time or place for such things.”

“I don’t care!” Billy argued.  “He insulted me, and this is his punishment.  He’s officially the town cocksucker now, and I want to see him doing you next!  Now drop those pants.  Or do you want me to call my father instead?”

Left with no choice, Pomeroy stood up, but he stayed behind his desk.  As he pulled his pants down, he watched as Chris…Chrissy now…pulled a small mirror and some lipstick out of the purse he was carrying.  He watched as Chris meekly spread the lipstick on his lips, then put it all away before coming docilly around the back of his desk where he knelt in front of him.  A moment later, Pomeroy felt his cock being enveloped by Chris’s warm mouth.  As he looked down, he could see the obvious lipstick marks that Chris’s mouth was leaving on his penis.  His wife was going to have a fit when she saw it.  Billy was causing more trouble than he thought.

When Chris finally finished, Pomeroy watched as he stood up and pulled his lipstick and mirror out again, fixing his lips.

“Every day!” Billy said to Pomeroy.  “I think I’m going to have Chrissy come in here every day, maybe during math class.  He doesn’t need that class anymore.  He can practice on you, and then he can spend the rest of the time practicing on someone else.  But every day now during second period, you better expect him.”

Pomeroy could say nothing.  Billy was determined, and he would only make things worse if he argued with him.

Without getting lunch, Chris was allowed to go into his next class.  Another class with Miranda.  As before, she immediately pulled up his short skirt and checked his diaper.  “He’s wet!” she announced gleefully.  “The sissy is totally soaked!”  She held his skirt up so everyone could see his embarrassment.  But just then the classroom door opened, and Chris saw the sheriff walk in.

“Miranda,” he said to his daughter.  “I’m afraid I’m going to need him for a while.  Chris, get your coat.  Let’s go.”

Chris was suddenly frightened out of his mind.  Go with the sheriff?  Was he going to kill him now?  The sheriff allowed him to put his coat on, but not his nice warm boots.  Then he dragged him outside to the pickup truck that the sheriff had parked in front of the door.  Chris wondered where they were going, but he was still determined to not say anything…if he could help it.  He soon found out their destination as the mansion that the judge lived in came into view.

Olivia held the door open for her son and Chris.  As they came in, she looked Chris over carefully.  She even picked up the front of his skirt slightly to see his diaper before letting go of it.  She motioned with her head in the direction of her husband’s office.

“This way Chris,” Tom said as he led the way, with Olivia following discreetly behind like she usually did with visitors.

Chris was looking all around.  The house was huge, and it was filled with expensive looking stuff.  He remembered when his father was alive, and they lived in a bigger house.  They even had TV and internet then.  Not now.  Now he lived in a tiny, ugly, pale-yellow house not far from his mother’s bank with next to nothing, where his mother could walk to work instead of needing a car.  The sheriff pushed him into the judge’s office and held him in front of the judge’s desk.

The judge looked Chris over.  “Hm!” he grunted.

“Want me to lift his skirt?” Tom asked.

“No.  Not interested in that.  I don’t know why Billy even thought of it.”

“He didn’t,” Tom replied.  “It was Miranda’s idea.  She seems to be more interested in what’s going on here than she should, but according to Alicia, she is helping Billy.”

“As long as she’s helping,” the judge said, his eyes still on Chris.  “Well, what are you waiting for?” he said angrily.  “Crawl under my desk and get busy!  And stay there till you’re done!”

Chris was suddenly frightened by his tone of voice.  Without even removing his coat, he grabbed his purse and pulled his mirror and lipstick out and refreshed his lips while the judge and sheriff watched him.

“Now get down and get busy!” the judge ordered.  “I’m sure you can figure out how to work a zipper by now.”

Frightened, Chris crawled under the judge’s desk.  He found the judge’s pants zipper and pulled it down.  He had to work to get the judge’s cock out of his pants, but it was soon in his mouth.  While he worked, he could hear the judge and the sheriff talking about other things, ignoring him.  He wasn’t worried about a dispute over who should have gotten some cattle feed first, his only thought was to take care of the judge and get out of there.  It absolutely amazed him the way the judge was able to just sit there and talk about other things while he was doing what he was, but even when the judge shot his load into his mouth, the judge barely seemed to acknowledge what was happening, other than when he was done, he said, “Be sure it’s all put away and zipped up properly!”

Chris was just glad to be finished.  He crawled out from under the desk and grabbed his purse to redo his lipstick.

“According to that decree,” Olivia said from the doorway, “he’s supposed to do women too.  So can I take him for a while?”

“Of course,” Tom told her.  “Chris!  Go!”

Chris finished with his lips and started to follow the judge’s wife, not sure at all what would happen now.  He had never seen a girl…or woman…naked down there before.  What was he supposed to do?  But just as they got out of the judge’s office, he heard the phone ringing. 

“Oh hell!” Olivia breathed.  “Wait here,” she told him as she hurried to a nearby phone.  She picked it up.  “Hello?” she said.

“Olivia, it’s Alicia.”

“Yes, darling,” Olivia said, always happy to talk to her daughter-in-law.

“I just had a talk with Fred over at the store.  I’m afraid that because of Miranda getting so involved in Chris Moore’s little problem, she may have unknowingly caused another problem herself.  But I’ve got a solution for it if you’re interested.”

Olivia turned back toward Chris.  Like it or not, her fun with him was going to have to wait.  “Hang on a minute Alicia,” she told her daughter-in-law.  She poked her head back into her husband’s office and looked at her son.  “Tom, I’ve got something that’s going to take a while.  I’m going to have to try him out some other time.  We’ll see you next time.”

“No problem, Mom,” the sheriff replied.  “Come on Chris.”

 

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The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 1 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference – Part 1 of 3

 

Billy and Miranda were both standing looking through the window of the school door watching for Chris.

“There he is!” Billy said, spotting him just turning the corner to head for the village green.  They watched as he paused at the edge of the green trying to decide to take the long way around or go through the deeper snow instead.  They saw him jump out into the snow and literally try to run through it towards the school.  As he got close enough, they held the door open for him.

Chris ran straight into the school, glad that they had opened the door for him.  He was so cold his teeth were chattering, and he was sure his upper legs were numb.

“Hi Chrissy!” Miranda said pointedly to him as the door was closed behind him.

Chris now saw not just Miranda and Billy, but all of Billy’s friends and a number of other kids from the school there as well, all of them looking at him.

“Chrissy?” Billy asked.

“Well sure,” Miranda replied.  “Look at him.  He’s not boy enough anymore to call him Chris, so we’ll call him Chrissy from now on instead.”

Billy looked at her, totally surprised, then his face broke out in a smile.  “I like it!” he stated.  “Chrissy!  From now on.  We’ll tell everyone.”

Chris was so cold and trying to recover, he just barely took it all in.  He felt Miranda grab his arm and start leading him further into the school.

“Hey,” Billy said.  “Where are you going.  I want him in the boy’s room right now.  He’s got work to do before school starts.”

Chris winced.  They were starting on him already.

“Not yet!” Miranda replied.  “At least let him get his coat off first.”

Billy grunted angrily.  “At least it’s on the way.”

Miranda stopped at Chris’s locker and held his purse for him while he took his coat off.  She noticed how full it was and looked inside.  She pulled the flat soled shoes out.  “Here,” she said as she handed them to him.  “Better put them on.  I know Billy here would rather see you in them than those nice warm boots.”

Chris said nothing as he looked at both of them.  He removed his boots and put his feet into the shoes.  They felt freezing cold inside.  He had to kneel down to buckle the straps on them.  As he did, he felt Miranda pulling the back of his skirt up.  His back straightened as she did it.

“Just checking,” Miranda laughed.  “Still dry?”

Chris only looked at her angrily before going back to fastening his shoes again.  When he was done, Billy quickly grabbed him and dragged him into the boy’s room.  Chris noted that several other boys were already in there.  They were all looking him over curiously.  Billy didn’t seem to care about them though.  Billy wasted no time at all pulling his pants down.  “Get busy, cocksucker!” Billy ordered, “and don’t forget to put fresh lipstick on before you start…and when you’re done.”

Chris had little choice but to dig into his purse to grab his little mirror and a tube of the lipstick they had given him last night.  As he was putting it on, he heard Billy announce to everyone in the bathroom, “This here is Chrissy now.  As you can see, he’s not man enough for a boy’s name anymore.  So from now on, we all call him Chrissy.”

Chris had a feeling his life was even further over.  Something that was forcefully made plain to him the moment he put his lipstick away and Billy shoved him to his knees.  While kids watched, he was forced to suck off not just Billy, but Billy’s friend Chet too, having to put fresh lipstick on before and again after Chet.  Only then was he allowed to head to his first class.

 

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Tess arrived at the bank and stopped just outside the door.  Posted prominently on the front of it was the order defiling her son.  She had no doubt at all that the same paper decorated the front doors of most buildings in town.  She pushed her way wearily inside.

“Tess!” Hugh Jackman, the bank manager said as he saw her entering.  He hurried to meet her and hugged her.  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Yeah.”  It was all she could reply.

“It isn’t right,” he whispered even softer in her ear.

She looked at him.  “What can I do?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

She pulled herself away from him.  Her husband used to have Hugh’s job.  Her husband used to be the bank manager, and she was the teller.  Now she was just the teller for someone else.  But for how much longer?  The Bastien’s were known for being cruel.

She tried to work, but with the very cold weather, there was less for her to do than usual.  All her mind wanted to think about was what she could possibly do to help Chris.  But there was nothing.  Finally, she decided on a desperate plan.  A doomed plan.  But she had to do something.  She had to try something.  “Hugh,” she called.  “I can’t do this today.  I’m leaving.”

“Sure Tess,” Hugh agreed.  “I don’t blame you.  It’s slow today anyway.  I’ll handle it.”

“Thanks,” she said.  She put her coat on and left.  As difficult as the cold was to ignore, she barely noticed it.  Her footsteps headed around the bottom of the village green and onto one of the roads leading up into one of the small hills that bordered the town.  It was a while before the house came into sight.  A house much grander than the house she lived in now.  A house much grander than the house she used to live in when her husband had still been alive.  The house of the man himself, Judge Bastien.  The ruler of Bastien.  The undisputed king.  She knocked on the door and it was eventually opened.  Tess stared for a moment at the woman who served as the maid for the judge and his wife.  “I’m here to see the judge please,” she told her.

“Who is it Ash?” Tess heard a woman’s voice say.  The maid moved away, and another woman took her place in the doorway.

“Tess!” Olivia Bastion said, seeing who was at her door.

Tess looked up into the imposing face of Olivia Bastion, and before she knew what she was doing, she dropped a small curtsey.  She didn’t know why it happened, but she was always tempted to do that in Olivia’s presence.  She saw Olivia’s smirk.

“I take it you want to see my husband,” Olivia said without letting her in.

“Yes, please.”

“Like father, like son?” Olivia said.

“Please, may I see him?”

“You know,” Olivia said, purposely keeping Tess out in the cold, “I hear your son could have possibly taken his father’s place at the bank.  I also heard talk of considering him for an accounting job for the cheese factory.  A few other very well-placed jobs as well.  Of course, he could have just as likely become a farm hand where he did nothing but tend to the smelly cows all day and all night.”

Tess knew she was just trying to be cruel.  But then, that’s how she probably became Vincent Bastien’s wife to begin with, by showing she had what it took to be the wife of King Bastien.  “Please,” she begged again.  “Just a quick word?”

With another smirk, Olivia stood back and let her in.  She led Tess to her husband’s home office where he spent most of his time.  She stood at the door and let Tess enter.

“Judge Bastien,” Tess began, to get his attention.

The judge looked up from his desk.  “Tess,” he said.  “I’m not at all surprised to see you here.”

“Please,” Tess begged.  “Please let my son go.”

“No!  He broke one of our strictest laws.  He has to be punished.”

“But not like this!” Tess begged.

“He insulted my grandson, and I think it’s only fitting that Billy should be the one to decide his punishment.  It’s either that, or I let Billy take him on a little hunting trip…like Tom did with your husband.”

“Tom murdered my husband!”

“It was a hunting accident!  And if I hear anything different from you about it, I’ll let him take you hunting too.”

“Please,” Tess begged again.  “At least ease up on Chris.  He didn’t mean it.”

“He meant it.  He meant it enough to not only keep insulting Billy, but he flat out said that Billy isn’t fit to rule this town someday.  If it was me or Tom, your son would already be dead for that!  Now get out of here.  You’re lucky your son is still alive.  Maybe you should be spending your time thinking about keeping him that way instead of wasting your time here.  Get out!”

 

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Chris’s first class was already in progress by the time he got there.  The moment he arrived, Miranda grabbed him, disrupting the class as she pulled him to the front of the room.  “You all heard,” Miranda announced.  “But now you can see him for yourself.”  She made Chris stand in front of the room, even though she could see that the teacher wasn’t happy about it.  But she was a Bastien, and the teacher knew better than to argue with her.  Miranda pulled Chris’s short skirt up, fully exposing the toddler sized diaper he was wearing.  “See,” she told them all.  “Diapers.  Permanently!  And he has to use them like a baby for everything.”

Her hand went to the front of his diaper, and she felt around.  “Still dry I see.  I guess Billy has you so used to cock sucking already that you didn’t wet yourself today.  But hey, the day is young.”

She turned to the class again.  “Just so you know, I decided that since Chris here isn’t boy enough anymore, that he needed a different name.  So from now on, I’ve decided that everyone should call him Chrissy instead.”  She turned to Chris.  “Got that…Chrissy?”

As far as Chris was concerned, the smile on her lips was positively evil.  So far, he hadn’t said one single word to anyone since he got to school.  As far as he was concerned, he was going to try to keep it that way, if for no other reason than to make sure his mouth wouldn’t get him into any more trouble.

Instead of sitting in the front of the classroom, Chris found a seat at the very back.  The teacher was talking to the class, trying to teach them things, but he wasn’t listening.  He was too obsessed with his own problems.  Besides, if he was practically dead, what did he have to worry about school lessons for anyway?

 

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Why had she bothered?  Tess had known it would be a doomed trip before she started.  But she had to try.  Now she was stuck with nowhere else to turn.  She got home and went inside, still trying desperately to figure out what to do about everything.  She put another piece of wood in the stove and had just started to make herself some coffee when someone knocked on her door.  She answered it and was surprised to see Better Tucker there.

“Hi, Tess,” Bette said.  “Hugh told me you’d probably be home by now.”

Tess invited her in and the two of them headed to the kitchen.

 “How are you holding up?” Betty asked.

“Terrible!  I left work and went to plead with the judge.”

“How did it go?”

“He not only threw me out, he threatened to kill me and Chris both.”

“That’s about what I would have guessed would happen,” Betty replied.

“Yeah, me too.  But I had to try.”

“Of course.  Listen Tess, since you’re home, why don’t you come over to the store.  We’ve got a lot of things we probably should consider for Chris, and to make matters worse, Alicia Bastien called me earlier this morning too.  When we meet to start ordering things, Miranda has asked to be here too.”

“Miranda!”

“Yes!  She seemed awfully interested in this thing last night.  Almost more than Billy.”

“That’s…true,” Tess replied, thinking about things.  “I wonder why.”

“No telling.  But before we start, I have to phone the school so Miranda can be there when you arrive.”

Tess considered it.  “Okay.  Give me an hour,” she replied.  “I didn’t sleep a wink last night.  Let me have some coffee and then I’ll head that way.”

“I’ll have a fresh pot made at the store an hour from now,” Betty told her.

 

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Chris’s next class was the math class where he had made his world-altering mistake the day before.  Miranda wasn’t in that class, but Billy was, and like Miranda had done, Billy was only interested in showing off his latest toy.  Billy wanted Chris to give a cock sucking demonstration right there in the room, but after a quiet discussion with Mr. Goldberg about the younger students, Chris was spared that humiliation.  He did note though that in return, Mr. Goldberg had agreed to let him suck his cock, in the classroom, right after school, while anyone who wanted to watch, could do so.

 

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