The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 2 – The Letter of the Law – Part 1 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 2 – The Letter of the Law – Part 1 of 2

 

Sheriff Tom Bastien got home earlier than usual that night.  His wife Alicia and daughter Miranda were in the kitchen making dinner.  Billy was in the kitchen as well with only one of his usual friends, Pete.  When Tom walked in the door, he had no doubt what they had all been talking about, and it wasn’t dinner.  “Okay,” he said as he hung his hat up and turned to everyone in the kitchen.  “Now one more time.  What the hell happened?”

“I told you already,” Billy said.  “Chris Moore insulted me and outright said I wasn’t fit to rule the town after you.”

Tom nodded.  “I spoke to him after I talked to you, and he admitted it.  He also said he’s sorry, for which I don’t give a damn.  He broke the biggest law in this town.  End of story.  Now why the hell can’t I just go over and put a bullet in his trouble inciting brain?”

“Because I want to see him suffer first.  Worse than anything anyone has ever seen before.  I think we need to make an example of him.”

“More of an example than just killing him?”

“Yeah Dad.  Much more.”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, since all the teachers in the school seem to think he’s such hot shit,” Billy replied, “then I want to show them that he’s not.”

“How?” his father asked.

“Today, after I beat him up for it, I dragged Chris back to the boy’s room two more times, once at lunch, and then right after school again.  The first time I made him suck my cock till I got off.  Then after school, I made him do Pete here.”

“Yeah,” Pete said excitedly.  “It took him long enough, but it was great.  And the funniest thing was that Chris wet his pants again.  He did it every time Billy confronted him today.  Three times!  That’s got to be a record!”

“The dumb shit should be put back in diapers – permanently!” Miranda muttered angrily from the kitchen counter.

Tom looked over at her, then ignored her.

Pete laughed.  “Yeah, that would be funny.”

“So do it!” Miranda told them.

All the men looked over at her again, then turned away.  “I guess we could,” Billy admitted.  That would certainly take him down a peg or two, especially if we could find some way for everyone to know he was wearing them.”

“And using them,” Miranda added.  “He’d have to be using them.”

“Yeah,” Billy agreed.  “Of course.  And it would be kind of funny.”

“But how could you do that?” Pete asked.  “Other than make him wear just diapers instead of his pants.”

“Make him wear short skirts,” Miranda suggested.

Pete laughed.  “Yeah, can you just see that?  The little shit having to walk around in a short skirt all the time where it would be so easy to see that he’s wearing a diaper underneath?  He’d probably spend all his time trying to make sure his skirt is pulled down far enough so his diapers don’t show.”

Billy burst out laughing.  “Yeah.  I like it,” he said.  “That would be a hoot.”  But now his brain was racing forward.  “And we could do more than just that.  If he’s got to wear a short skirt all the time, why not make him dress entirely like a girl.  No boy’s clothes at all.”

“At least it would all go better with the skirt,” Miranda said, more to herself than the guys.

“And makeup!” Pete suggested.  “So he looks sexier too.”

“Uh…” Miranda said to get their attention.  “You guys do know that almost no one in this town ever wears makeup.”

“Hey,” Billy said.  “I’ve seen some of the girls at school wearing some.”

“Okay, a few,” Miranda conceded.

“Evy wears makeup!” Billy told her.

“Yeah, of course,” Miranda replied, knowing that Evelyn was close to being a legitimate girlfriend to her brother.  She certainly couldn’t fault Evy for that.  But it sounded like Billy might be taking more notice of Evy than she had thought.  Not that it really mattered.  When it came time for Billy to get married, the family would decide who was the best woman for him.

“We should have him fix his hair too,” Billy said, his brain still racing.

“How?” Miranda asked.  “His hair isn’t that long.”

“Not like yours or Evy’s but he can still do something with it.  Like…I don’t know…bangs all across the front or something.”

“Like a little girl?” Miranda asked incredulously.

“Yeah.  Perfect!” Billy said.

“If it’s like a little girl, it would certainly go with him wearing diapers all the time,” Pete noted.

Miranda said nothing to that.  As far as she was concerned, they were all idiots.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” Tom said.  “You want to make an object lesson out of Chris Moore by making him wear diapers and dressing like a girl all the time.”

“No Dad, you missed the main part.”

“What part was that?”

“The part where I want him sucking cocks all the time.  I think we should make him the town cocksucker, for the rest of his life.”

“Say what?” Tom said in disbelief.

“We make him the official town cocksucker.”

“The town cocksucker?  Billy, what are you thinking?”

“Think about it Dad.  He can service any man who wants him.  Think what he could do for all the guys who aren’t married.  And you know the married ones would probably love it too.”

“Maybe,” Tom conceded, trying to wrap his head around such a thought.  “A town cocksucker?  Billy, that’s crazy!”

“What if some of the women want to use him too?” Alicia, Tom’s wife asked.  “It’s not fair that the men should get all the fun and the women get left out…again!”

“The women in this town don’t count, and you know it,” Tom told her bluntly.  “But you’ve got a point.”

“I guess we could let him do men and women both,” Billy agreed.  “Anyone that wants it.  I think that might be even better.”

“Wait a minute!” Tom said quickly.  “Billy, there’s no such thing as a town cocksucker.  The very idea of it is…”

“But Dad,” Billy interjected.  “Don’t you think making him something like that would send a message to everyone about what could happen to them if they disrespect any of us?”

“Well, sure, but…”

“And if he had a permanent position like that, then everyone would keep being reminded about it.  Sure, we could just kill him, but how long would it be before everyone simply forgot about him.  This way, he’ll be around for a long time for everyone to see and be reminded of the consequences.”

Tom stopped to think about it.  As outlandish as his son’s idea was, in a way, it did make sense.  In fact, maybe too much sense.  But a town cocksucker?  There were no churches in Bastien.  There never had been.  The morals in the community had always been carefully controlled by himself and his father, and every Bastien judge and sheriff before them – for the last five generations, of which, Billy was going to be the sixth generation.  He took a big breath then nodded.  “Okay.  Let me see if I’ve got this all straight,” he said.  “You want to create a permanent position of town cocksucker and make Chris it.  Then you want him to wear diapers and…”  He stopped and turned to his daughter.  “Miranda honey.  This is getting complicated.  Go get me a pen and some paper, we better write all this down.”

Miranda hurried away from the kitchen and came back with some paper and a pen.

“I’ll write it,” Billy offered.  “He insulted me, and it’s my idea.”

Miranda handed him the paper and the pen.  Billy took it and started making a list.  “Number one,” he said.  “Chris becomes the town cocksucker to men and women both.  Anyone who wants it.  Number two, he wears diapers all the time.”

“And uses them,” Miranda added.

“Yeah, and he has to use them,” Billy agreed as he wrote that down too.  “Number three.  He has to dress completely like a girl all the time and…”

“Billy!” Miranda said.  “You’re hopeless!”

“What?”

“Look at the way you’re doing it.  It’s all wrong.”

“I’m making a list.  What’s wrong with that?”

“In order to do this, Grandpa is going to have to approve it, and for that it has to be done like a legal order.  A law!”

“So?”

Miranda sat down at the table and grabbed the paper and the pen.  She pulled up a fresh piece of paper and began writing, not bothering to show anyone else.  When she was finished, she threw the paper into the middle of the table and said, “There.  That’s how you do it!”

Billy grabbed the paper first and read it.  He nodded.  “Yeah, I think that should work…for starters.  He passed the paper over to Pete.

“This should be great!” Pete agreed.

Tom finally took the paper and read through it.  He nodded.  “Okay.  If this is what you want, I’ll take this up to Grandpa right now.”  He looked up at his wife.  “Better keep dinner warm for me Honey.  I think it’s going to be a long night.”

“Dad!” Billy said.  “If Grandpa approves it, I want to go with you when you deliver it to Chris.”

Tom nodded.  “I think that’s only fair.  If…Grandpa agrees, I’ll come back and pick you up.”

“And you can have dinner before you go too,” his wife told him.  “Another hour or so isn’t going to make any difference at all.”

 

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“Tom!” Oliva Bastien said happily as she opened the door to their home and found her son standing outside.

“Hi Mom,” Tom replied as he went in through the door.  “Is Dad here?”

“Of course.  Where else would he be?  I take it you need to see him?”

“Yeah.  Something serious.”

“You know where he is.”

Tom headed for his father’s office where he found him inside watching TV.  There was a town courthouse, but like his father before him, Vincent Bastien had always preferred the office in his home for all his work and meetings.  “Dad,” Tom said to get his attention.

“Tom!” Vincent greeted his son, happy to see him.  “How goes things?”

“Not so good.  We’ve got a problem…and the weirdest solution you’ve ever heard of.”

Vincent turned the TV off and paid his full attention to his son.  “What happened?”

“There’s this kid in the high school.  Christopher Moore.”

“Gerald Moore’s son?” Vincent asked.

“Yeah.  Him.  It seems he was stupid enough to go and insult Billy today, and not only that, he flat out suggested that Billy wasn’t fit to rule this town.  And worse, he did it in front of a bunch of other kids.”

“Like father, like son,” Vincent said.  “Shame.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you killed him yet?”

“No.  I was going to do it right away, but Billy stopped me.  He wants to do something else with him instead.”

“Not kill him?  How can Billy even think such a thing?”

“Billy thinks we should make a huge object lesson out of Chris.  Make an example that everyone will see, and I guess, keep remembering for a long time.”

“Okay, maybe your son has a good idea there.  He is a Bastien.  He’s always shown that.  What did he have in mind?”

“You’ll never believe it Dad.  Never!”  He passed the paper he had brought with him over to his father.

Vincent read the paper.  “This is most unusual,” he said as he started reading through it again.

“That’s for sure.  If it was me, I’d just put a bullet in the kid’s brain and be done with it.”

“But a town cocksucker?”

“Yeah, I keep wondering what the people are going to think.”

“The people are going to think whatever we tell them to!” the judge replied.  “They always have, they always will.”

Tom nodded towards the paper.  “I think Billy’s got the right intent there, making an example that everyone will keep seeing.  I’m just not so sure about the direction he’s going with it.”

“But it was Billy that got insulted,” Vincent said.  “So as I see it, being the town judge, then I guess Billy ought to have some say in what happens.”

“I guess there’s that too,” Tom agreed.

Vincent read the paper through again, then made his decision and turned toward the doorway.  “Olivia!” he called.  Two seconds later, his wife was there.  Vincent held out the paper.  “We need you to type this up officially,” he told her.

“Olivia read the paper, then shook her head.  “Oh my.  You’re serious about this?”

“As a heart attack,” Vincent replied.  “The kid insulted Billy, and in front of everyone outright said he shouldn’t be allowed to rule this town someday.  So I think Billy should be allowed to dish out the kid’s punishment.  For a while anyway.  Eventually, he’s going to have to disappear…like his father.”

“I would agree,” Tom replied.

“You need the usual number of copies, I guess,” Olivia said.

“Maybe a few more besides,” Vincent told her.  “Tom can have his deputies start delivering them all over town tonight.  By tomorrow morning, that paper is going to be law.”

 

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