The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 15 – Bang, Bang, I Shot You Dead

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 15 – Bang, Bang, I Shot You Dead

 

By Pomeroy’s decision, Billy stayed in most of his classes at school, just because whether he participated or not, Pomeroy knew that Billy would still soak up something.  But instead of going to that math class that Billy should never have been part of, plus one other class during the afternoon, Billy was required instead to undergo tutoring in Pomeroy’s office under the watchful eye of the judge’s best friend, Deputy Wyatt.  None of the other kids in the school knew that though, and Billy intended on it staying that way.  His biggest concern was that he no longer had as much access to Chrissy.  He wanted that access, not only for the pleasure, but to show off the power he had over the jerk.

Chrissy had no idea why he was no longer going to Billy’s parties after school every day, but he was certainly grateful.  In fact, he no longer seemed to see Billy hardly at all.  That worried him.  Did that mean they were going to kill him soon to get rid of him?  That much he wanted – badly.  But would it mean they would also kill his mother?  That was the last thing he wanted.  But Chrissy was not cut off completely from Billy’s life.

The town of Bastien had always been big on village celebrations, and the one that was held at the end of March every year was one of the town’s favorites, because whether or not there was still snow on the ground, it officially celebrated the end of winter.  Billy had come up with an idea for Chrissy for that celebration, and his entire family had no problem with him making it happen…with certain restrictions.

Billy had a big sign made that said Town Cocksucker.  On the day of the festival, he had the thing setup right in the middle of the village green.  He wasn’t happy when his father made him move the thing off the green and let him set it up across the street in front of the sheriff’s office instead, along with the small tent that the family had insisted had to go with it to keep what was happening inside that tent out of the sight of everyone else, especially the young kids.

While the bands played from morning to late into the night, and the people of the entire community danced on the green and ate the bounty of food on the tables, Chrissy was stuck in the tent servicing anyone who came in looking for him.  And with Billy standing outside the tent, actively trying to get the people to go in, he had no shortage of customers…most of them being the farmhands who couldn’t seem to get enough of Chrissy’s services.  Some of them came to him more than once during the day, and one particularly stupid one, Burty, came to him three times, then tried to get him to leave the tent with him so they could dance together.  Billy wasn’t allowing any part of that.  At the times when Chrissy didn’t have any customers, Billy had him standing outside the tent so everyone could see him.

Tess spent the entire day, at the edge of the green across the muddy street, just watching it all, feeling sorry for her son, wishing there was something she could do to end this monstrosity.  But she knew, beyond a doubt, how it was all going to end.  And from all signs, she had no doubt that the end was coming soon.

 

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Two weeks after the festival, there was a Saturday when the weather was particularly nice.  For Chrissy, what the weather was doing didn’t mean much anymore.  One day was pretty much the same as every other day…except for Sundays now when he didn’t have to even leave the house, except if someone called for his services, which so far hadn’t happened.  But ever since that damn festival, that one stupid farmhand, Burty, had come around to his house the last two Sundays for…you know what.  And the last time he had shown up with flowers in his hand.  Stupid!  Stupid!  Stupid!  Chrissy had to wonder if the dumb jerk thought he was a real girl or something.  Maybe it was just that his hair was a bit longer now.  No, the guy was just stupid!  Probably dumber than the cows he tended all day.

On that Saturday, Chrissy was being taken to the farms again by Deputy Phill, including the farm where Burty lived.  The stupid guy had handed him a flower just before Chrissy sucked his cock, then proclaimed how much he loved him.  Deputy Phill laughed for an hour afterwards.  Chrissy didn’t laugh at all.  He was just glad when then finally got out of there. 

But that Saturday was different.  After the farms, Deputy Phil delivered Chrissy to the sheriff’s office again.  As soon as they pulled up outside, Chrissy had no doubt what he was there for.  Another of Billy’s beer drinking parties.  He noticed Billy’s pickup truck and the trucks of some of his friends out front already.  Chrissy just hadn’t figured out why those parties had stopped for the past few weeks.

When he got inside the door, he found Billy and his four best friends in the Sheriff’s office waiting for him.  Chrissy saw no other kids there at all.  Just Billy and his four friends.

“Finally!” Billy said as Chrissy walked in.  “What the hell takes you so long?  We’ve been waiting forever!”

Chrissy had no answer and didn’t even try to answer.  He just looked around wondering what was going on.

“Let’s go guys,” Billy said to his friends as he started heading for the door.

“Billy!” the sheriff called.

“Yeah Dad?”

“You be careful with those guns!  And no drinking while you’re out there.”

“Yeah Dad, no problem.  Let’s go Chrissy,” Billy said as he walked past him.

“Billy!” the sheriff called, stopping him.

“Yeah dad?”

The sheriff walked up and pulled him away from his friends.  He whispered so that none of the others could hear.  “Remember what I said.  You don’t touch one hair on Chrissy’s head.  You can’t hurt him!”

“Yeah Dad.  Don’t worry.  I remember,” Billy said reluctantly.

“Go.  Have fun.  Just be careful.”

Billy had a big grin on his face.  “Don’t worry, we will.  Let’s go guys,” he called to his friends.  “Chrissy, get moving!  My truck!”

Chrissy, totally confused, followed after Billy and his friends.  He was forced to get into the back of Billy’s pickup truck while Billy and Pete got in the front.  Sam, Tony, and Chet got into another truck, and they all headed away from the center of Bastien.  Chrissy watched as they kept driving, past all the farms and further away from the town than he had ever been before.

Chrissy had heard the sheriff mention guns.  Was this going to be one of those hunting trips he had heard about where people got killed?  Was he finally going to be killed?  He hoped so.  But…his mother.  What would happen to her?  That was his one and only worry.  As for himself, he would welcome the oblivion of death.  Anything would be better than his life.

The dirt road became much worse.  Even Chrissy could tell it was far less travelled as the trees around them seemed to close in on both sides.  The trucks finally stopped at the entrance to a long clearing in the woods.  Once out of the truck, Chrissy looked around.  There was no sign of anyone in the community.  They were surrounded by thick woods.  The perfect place for a murder.  Well, he certainly wasn’t going to run from it.  He welcomed death.  He wanted it.  It was his mother that he felt bad for.  He knew they would kill her next.  The one thing he had always wanted to avoid.  But this day had been long coming.  He had known that since the beginning.

He watched as Tony and Chet pulled a big wooden box out of the back of Billy’s truck and set it on the ground.  The box had a big padlock on it.  Billy pulled a key from his pocket and opened the lock.  Pete opened the box.  Inside, Chrissy saw a pile of guns.  Lots of them.

“All right!” Billy said excitedly as he reached his hand in first and pulled one of the guns out.  A black thing.  “There’s my baby,” he said with some satisfaction as he kissed the thing. 

Chrissy watched as the rest of the boys reached into the box and extracted guns too.  Different looking guns.  He watched as Sam reached into the wooden box and pulled out another box.  When the box was opened, Chrissy saw it was full of bullets.  He watched as the boys all began loading their guns.  Were they all going to shoot him?  But it didn’t matter.  One bullet, lots of bullets.  It would all end the same…and hopefully quickly.

While Billy was still loading his gun, Chet went back to his truck and pulled something out of it.  When he set it on the ground, Chrissy was surprised to see several packs of beer.  Obviously, Billy didn’t care about what his father had told him about drinking.  He watched as Billy continued to load bullet after bullet into some kind of container that held them.  A lot of bullets.  Finally, he watched as Billy pushed that container into the handle of the gun.  He held the gun up and pointed it across the field.  “Bam!  Bam!” Billy exclaimed.  “Got ‘em!  Right between the eyes.”

Chrissy watched as Billy did something with the top of his gun that looked like the entire top of it pulled back than sprang into position again.  Then he seemed to settle himself, looking across to the other side of the clearing.  Suddenly Chrissy jumped as a loud bang came from Billy’s gun.  He watched as Billy aimed again, and another bang rang through the woods.

“Yeah!” Sam said.  “Good shot Billy!”

“Of course!” Billy replied happily.

Chrissy didn’t know what Billy was shooting at, except maybe the trees on the other side.

“Okay guys,” Billy said.  “Let’s make some noise!”

All five boys lined up and in moments they were all shooting at…the other side of the clearing, as far as Chrissy could see.  The entire thing was nothing but frightening.  In minutes though, all of Billy’s friends seemed to run out of bullets, but not Billy.  Billy kept firing and firing, one after another while all his friends waited.  Finally, Billy’s gun clicked on empty.

“That was epic!” Billy proclaimed.

“Sure was,” Tony agreed.

“Load ‘em up again guys,” Billy said. 

Once again Chrissy watched as the boys loaded their guns.  Billy again taking much longer.  When Billy was finally done, he walked out to stand where he was before, but instead of shooting, he turned toward Chrissy.  “Chrissy!  Get your pansy ass over here.”

Chrissy gulped.  As much as he wanted to die, he was suddenly very much afraid.  As much as he tried to move his feet, they didn’t seem to be willing to move.

“I said get your ass over here!” Billy yelled.

Chrissy was now shaking with fear.  He wanted to die, but…”

“Chet,” Billy said.  “Get that damn sissy and drag him over here.”

Chrissy was visibly shaking now.  He couldn’t run away if he tried.  Chet grabbed his arm and roughly hauled him over and stood him right in front of Billy.  Chrissy couldn’t take his eyes off of Billy’s gun. 

Billy saw how frightened Chrissy was and grinned evilly.  “See those guns my guys have?  They’re called revolvers.  They can shoot six bullets.  Those are the guns all the deputy’s carry.  Those are the guns that won the west!”

“Damn right!” Sam exclaimed.

Billy nodded, then held his gun right in front of Chrissy’s face.  “See this?  This is the kind of gun my dad uses.  My gun is just like his, and he only buys the best!  This is a semi-automatic, and instead of holding just six bullets, it holds seventeen!”  He ejected the cartridge and held it up where Chrissy could see it.  “Seventeen!” he reiterated.  Chrissy watched as Billy shoved the cartridge back into the handle of the gun, then once again Billy pulled back on the entire top of the gun before letting it spring back into place.  With that, Billy held the gun barrel against Chrissy’s forehead.  Chrissy felt himself wetting his thick diaper helplessly…not that he cared about that.  He was entirely focused on the gun that was pressed against his head and the fact that he was now going to lose his life.  He waited while Billy just held the gun there like that.  Suddenly Billy said, “Bam!  Bam!  I shot you dead!”

Except Chrissy wasn’t dead…yet.

“That’s what I’m going to do to you…someday.  Someday soon maybe!  But not right now.  Now…get down and get busy you stupid sissy fairy!  Suck my dick!”  With that he pulled the gun away from Chrissy’s head and pushed Chrissy down to his knees.  Chrissy opened Billy’s fly and pulled his penis out.  While he sucked, Billy stood there and shot his gun across the field.  All the boys did.

As the beer got drunk, the empty cans were taken out to the middle of the clearing to be used as targets.  That brought far more interest to the boy’s games.  But of course, they needed more targets, so they kept drinking.  Chrissy watched it all from his knees, from in front of each of them while they were shooting.

When they finally left to go back to the sheriff’s office, Billy proclaimed that having Chrissy there to suck his cock while shooting was the best target practice he ever had.  All his friends agreed. 

Chrissy simply couldn’t figure out why he was still alive.

That night, after his nightly beating, he laid in his bed.  Since the target practice, he couldn’t get the image of those guns out of his mind.  He couldn’t forget the feel of Billy’s gun pressed against his head.

The deputies all carried guns that held six bullets.  Revolvers.  The sheriff and Billy had guns that held seventeen.  Something called semi-automatic guns.  But getting a gun to kill himself was just as far out of the question as it had always been.  He had seen many times now how the deputy’s guns were always locked in their holsters.  And so was the sheriff’s gun.  And the rest of the guns were locked in that big wooden box…with a big padlock on it. 

No, getting a gun to kill himself was out.  He was going to have to find some other way.

But if he did, what about his mother?

 

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Miranda looked around at the yard full of chickens.  “Geez Judy, they look better than ever.”

“Yeah,” Judy agreed.  “I hope to win best in show again this year.”

“I’m sure you will,” Miranda told her.  She noticed the frustration on her friend’s face.  “What’s wrong?”

“According to my dad, chickens may help me get a better husband someday since I know so much about them.  But chickens won’t help me at all with getting the husband I want.”

“Billy.”

“Yeah.  I can’t think of anything I can do to Chrissy that’s going to give me an edge over Evy.  I know all about what you wanted to do with him, turn him into a total baby…permanently!  No walking, talking…the works.  But a lot of that has already been done to him, and the rest…can’t be done.  Chrissy is already as much of a baby and a sissy as it’s possible to make him.  I can’t think of anything else.”  She looked at Miranda.  “You did too good a job with him.”

Miranda laughed.  “Thanks!  I just wish I could have done more, but like you said, we’ve gone as far with him in that direction as we could.”

“Leaving me with nothing left.”

“Sorry,” Miranda told her.  “So think of something else.”

“Like what?”

“Who says you have to go that direction with him.  Maybe there’s something else you can do.”

“Like what?  Billy has him sucking cocks, and you’ve got him sissified and babified to high heaven.  There is nothing else.”

“I don’t know,” Miranda admitted.  “I wish I could help.”

“Yeah.  Even my mom and dad can’t think of anything else we can do to him.”

“Keep working on it,” Miranda told her.  “Maybe something will come to you.”

“Yeah.  Sure.”