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

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

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

 

It was well after dinner when the loud knock came at the door.  With no TV in the house, Chris and his mother were both reading in front of the cast iron stove attached to the fireplace, which provided the only heat for the tiny house.  The knock at their door sent fear through both of them.  Tess got up to answer it.  She opened the door and saw both Sheriff Bastien and his son Billy standing outside.  Her fear went on overload.  “Sheriff!”

Tom pushed his way inside and Billy followed.  Tom closed the door behind them.  There was no doubting the fear on Tess’s face.  He looked over to where Chris was sitting.  He looked scared too.  He figured they both should be scared.  “Tess, Chris,” he said to both of them.  “Chris broke one of our biggest laws today, and that can’t go unpunished.”

“No!  Please!” Tess begged.

“I’m sorry,” Tom replied, “but I’ve got no choice.  By rights, I ought to kill him for insulting Billy, but Billy here has decided that Chris should live.  My father, Judge Bastien, has agreed that since Billy was the one insulted, then Billy ought to decide Chris’s punishment.”

“His…punishment?” Tess asked haltingly.

Tom pulled out the legal document that his mother had created.  “Chris!” he said as he looked over at the boy.  “This decree is the punishment that has been decided for you.  And just so you know, as strange as it is, the judge signed it and made it official.  So listen carefully, because I know you’re not going to like it…even though quite frankly, I don’t give a damn.  If it was me, you’d already be dead.”  He looked down at the paper and started reading.

 

“By Order of Judge Vincent Bastien.

“For the crime of insulting a Bastien and trying to incite others against the Bastien family, Christopher Moore is hereby sentenced to being the town cocksucker for the rest of his life.  As such, he will make himself available anytime, anywhere, for the purpose of sucking off anyone who so wishes.  He will also see to the needs of any women who would like to take advantage of his situation as well.

“Furthermore:  Since it was noted that Christopher Moore wet his pants every time he has been asked to suck someone off already, Christopher Moore shall be kept in diapers at all times, and he shall use them for all intended purposes.  No toilets allowed for him ever!

“Furthermore:  In order to make the services of Christopher Moore more appealing to the men in the town, Christopher shall be only allowed to wear girl’s clothes and he shall be further confined to wearing only very short skirts so that his diapers can easily be seen and checked to make sure he is using them and not trying to cheat his punishment.  To aid in his appearance, Christopher’s hair will be worn in a feminine style with bangs straight across his forehead.  He will also be required to wear makeup, particularly eye makeup and lipstick.  Every time he sucks someone off, Christopher will put fresh lipstick on before, and he will put more on right afterwards so he will always be appealing and ready for his next customer.

“For his crimes against the Bastien family, all this is so ordered by Vincent Bastien, Judge and highest authority of Bastien, Wisconsin.”

 

“I can’t do that!” Chris finally managed to get out.

Tess was staring in disbelief.  “That’s…absurd!” she finally stated.  “Not only that it’s…disgusting!  Immoral!”

“Absolutely,” Tom agreed.  “But whether anyone likes it or not, this decree is now the law of the town.  Copies of this document are being circulated everywhere right now.”

“Mom?” Chris said as he came to his feet.  “I can’t…”

“You’ve got no choice!” Tom told him sternly.  “Not anymore.  You broke the law, and now you’ve got to live with the consequences.  You’re lucky!  If it was up to me, you’d be dead already.  Here,” he said as he pushed the document into Tess’s hands.  “Read it for yourself.  That’s your copy.”

Tess glanced over it quickly.  It was on the judge’s letterhead, and she saw that Judge Bastien had signed it at the bottom.

“It’s law now!” Tom stated again.  “Congratulations Tess.  Like it or not, your son is now officially the town cocksucker.  He’s to be made an object lesson for everyone to see – from now on.”

The tears were flowing heavily from Tess’s eyes as she sank down into one of her chairs.

Chris went over to her, scared out of his wits.  “Mom?  What am I going to do?”

Tess let out a big sob.  “I don’t know,” she replied.  She grabbed him and pulled him to her to hold him tightly. 

“I’ll tell you what you’re going to do,” Billy said gleefully.  He went over and grabbed Chris, ripping him out of his mother’s arms.  “Down on your knees!” he ordered.  “It’s time you got to work!”

“No!” Chris shouted as he tried to back away.  “No!”

Billy’s fist lashed out and he punched Chris in the stomach again, sending him to his knees.

“No!” Tess shouted as she jumped up from her chair.

The sheriff caught her and grabbed her before she could get very far.

“No…” Chris begged.

Billy pulled out his big hunting knife again.  He lowered his pants to his knees and grabbed Chris’s hair.  “Get busy,” he ordered.  “As the town cocksucker, you’ve got a job to do, and so far, you’ve been pretty damn bad at it.  You’re going to need all the practice you can get.”

“No!” Tess shouted as she tried to pull away from the sheriff’s grasp.  But the sheriff pushed her down to her knees and he pulled his knife too, an identical hunting knife to the one that Billy carried.

Tom put the knife to Tess’s throat.  “Chris, you either get busy there, or I’ll slit your mother’s throat right in front of you.”

Billy took his own knife and held it to the front of Chris’s neck.  “And then I’ll slit your throat too,” he menaced.  “Now get busy!”

Chris looked at his mother.  The sheriff was pressing the knife against her neck.  A moment later, he saw a thin line of blood.  Letting out a sob, he realized he had no choice at all.  Before his mother could be hurt even worse, he got busy on Billy’s cock.  He knew without a doubt that it would be better if he died, but he couldn’t let anything happen to his mother.

The sheriff watched Chris and Billy for a few minutes, then he grabbed Tess’s hair and pulled.  “What’s wrong with you?” he said evilly into her ear.  “I would think you’d be overjoyed to see your son being allowed to live.  I would think you’d be so happy about it that you’d be doing everything you can to encourage him and make him do better.  Because if you don’t, I’ll kill him here and now anyway.  Get it?” he said as he pulled harder on her hair and pressed the knife harder against her throat, drawing even more blood.

Tess screamed.  What was happening right in front of her was making her sick, but she would do anything in the world to see her son live.  “Chris,” she said, as another sob left her throat.  “You can do it.  You have to do it Chris.  Put everything you have into it.”

“Give him some advice!” Tom told her.

“Don’t just use your lips,” Tess said to Chris.  “Use your tongue.  Do it harder and faster.  Do it Chris.  Please, just do it.  Live baby.  I need you to live!”

Chris tried to work harder at the task and Billy noticed the difference right away.  “Oh yeah,” Billy said.  “That’s much better.”

It still took a while, but with Tess trying hard to encourage her son, Billy finally got off. 

“My turn now!” the sheriff said as he turned Tess loose and quickly grabbed Chris by the hair.  He looked down into Chris’s crying messy face.  “Got any lipstick?” he said to Tess.  “He’s supposed to be wearing it all the time now, especially just before he gets another cock to suck.”

“I…I…” Tess started.

“Go get it.  Fast!” the sheriff yelled at her.  Tess got to her feet and stumbled her way to her room.  She rarely ever wore lipstick.  Nobody in Bastien ever did.  This was a farming community.  There was rarely ever any need.  She noticed Billy had followed her into her room.  She found her purse and dug down to the bottom of it where her only tube of lipstick was.  An old tube.  Under Billy’s watchful eyes, she hurried back out to the sheriff with it.  She tried to hand it to him.

“Don’t give it to me,” the sheriff told her.  “Give it to him.  Tell him what to do with it.”

“Here honey,” Tess said as she held the lipstick out for her son.  “Put this on your lips.”

Chris started crying harder, but he reached up and grabbed the tube of lipstick.  He opened it and turned it so that a little of it stuck out from the top.  He rubbed it messily across his lips.  It tasted weird and felt even stranger on his lips, but he did his best to coat his lips with it.

“More!  Heavier!” the sheriff ordered.  “So there’s no question you’re wearing it.”

Chris spread it over his lips again, heavier.  Finally, he looked up.  “Okay?” he asked as he let out another sob.

“Much better.”  The sheriff dropped his pants.  “Now show me what you can do.  And for your life and your mother’s life, you better do a damn good job of it.”

Wanting so much to die, Chris put his mouth to work on the sheriff’s cock.

“Billy,” the sheriff said after a few minutes, “I think you may have come up with a really good idea here.  He needs work for sure.  Lots of practice, but I think in time he’ll make a first-rate cocksucker for this town.  Something I guess we never knew we needed.”

It was a while before the sheriff got his load off too.  When he did, he pulled his pants up and moved away from Tess and Chris.  “Welcome to your new life.  But there’s other things in that decree that need to be taken care of.  I suggest you two head on over to the store right now to get whatever you need.  I’ll tell Fred and Betty Tucker to extend your line of credit there to whatever you need.”  He turned to his son.  “Let’s go Billy.  I’m sure one of the deputies has alerted the Tuckers by now, but we better head over there anyway.  Besides, unless I miss my guess, I’d bet your sister is already there too.”

As soon as the sheriff and Billy had gone, Tess rushed over to hold Chris.  He was still kneeling on the floor, still sobbing his heart out.  She held him tight, as tight as she could.  It was a while before she finally said to him, “Come on Chris.  We better go before the sheriff gets mad that we haven’t shown up at the store yet.  Heaven only knows how much worse he’ll make things then.”

“No Mom, please,” Chris cried.

“We have to Chris,” Tess told him.  “We’ve got no choice.  They’ve decided to make a laughingstock out of you for everyone to see, and they’re certainly doing a damn good job of it so far.”  When he didn’t move, she said, “It’s either this Chris, or they’ll kill you, just like they killed your father.  And you know perfectly well that as soon as they kill you, they’ll put a bullet in my brain too.

Chris sobbed again.  He looked up at his mother.  He couldn’t let anything happen to her, even though the best thing in the world now would be for him to die.  But she was…his mother!