Gastien Pt 1 (45 page)

 After they left, Jean Luc then took Gastien to the bank as promised. The money was now in his bank box. They rode home in silence. Spending the day by himself, Gastien found he could not concentrate to read, his hands were shaking so he could not paint, and he did not have an appetite. He walked the property for awhile just to pass some time before returning to his cottage.

Jean Luc was there, explaining that he was checking on Gastien to make sure he was going to be all right. In reality, he wanted sex with Gastien before the others arrived. This would be the last time that Gastien would be only his, he reasoned. Gastien wanted to kill Jean Luc for asking him to put on the smoking jacket and gold cloth. Did the man have no heart at all? How could he profess love and then be so horribly unaware of how inconsiderate he was? Of course, Gastien complied. At least it would pass the time. He kept trying to go away somewhere deep in his mind, so that he would not be present at all, but found he could not master the technique today. He thought he would be driven crazy by the voice inside him that was begging him to call it off.

After Jean Luc left, Gastien finally smoked some hashish. That helped dull the voice. He took a long bath, washed his hair, shaved, and got dressed. It was finally time. After putting on the cologne and jewelry, he checked himself in the mirror. He looked very handsome, even though he felt anything but. And very vulnerable. Unknown to him, that look would only serve to make the men desire him more. Gastien stood soberly looking at himself for several minutes. He wondered if he would ever feel good about looking at himself again.

Taking a few more hits of hashish, he left the cottage. Jean Luc had told him just to come in, and then go down the hall, to the third door on the right. It was Jean Luc’s huge den. The buffet would be set up in there, along with a table and chairs. It created a more intimate setting than the huge dining room.

At one point while walking the long drive, Gastien stopped for a moment. He had an overwhelming desire to turn and run. He almost did, but then he stopped himself. Think about the studio. Think about the color. Just think about the paints, he told himself. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he walked up to the house.

He entered the door. Walking down the hall, he found that his legs were shaking so badly that the fabric of his trousers shook. Again, he paused. He heard talking and laughter behind the door. They must already be there. He would have to walk in under their scrutiny. It’s all about the color. Think about the studio, think about the paint.

That “loaded gun” that Gastien had been playing with for the last few months was now cocked. He opened the door. The hammer of the gun was released.

Gastien entered hell.

All talking stopped when Gastien entered the room. As he met their gaze, they seemed to collectively draw in their breath. Unbeknownst to Gastien, he was everything a predator dreamt of. He was young, incredibly handsome, with huge frightened eyes, and reeked of fear. They could see him shaking.

The men were spellbound. Gastien appeared to be even lovelier than Jean Luc had bragged about. The gold around his neck and wrist accentuated the gold flecks in his lovely brown eyes. His lips were full, ripe, and moist. Each man could not wait to get their turn with him.

 “Mon Dieu, I have never seen a boy so stunningly beautiful!” one of the men whispered in awe.

Gastien thought he was going to faint. Gastien’s mind cried, what are you doing here? This is so wrong, you better run, think of your studio, think of the color, this is so wrong, you better run, it’s all about the color, the color, all about the color…..

Jean Luc stood up, beaming. “Gentleman, may I introduce my lover, Gastien? I hope you find him as appealing as I had promised.” He looked at them happily. He knew they wanted the young man badly. How could they not? Gastien looked even more beautiful when he was afraid. He turned to Gastien.

“Don’t be frightened, Gastien. Come over here by me,” he motioned. Gastien stood rooted to the spot, simply staring, heart pounding. “Gastien?” Jean Luc questioned louder.

Gastien jumped. Somehow he managed to walk over to where Jean Luc was standing at one end of the table.

“Gastien, from my left, clockwise are Sébastien, Thierry, Rémy, Gérard and René.” They all said
bonsoir
. Gastien found it odd that they greeted him like it was a business meeting. Jean Luc looked at Gastien expectedly.

Gastien was determined not to stutter. He swallowed. “
Bonsoir
.” He met each of the men’s stares evenly, looking soberly from one man to another.

Sébastien gave him chills. He had mean eyes, plus a cruel look around his mouth. The man seemed to smirk when Gastien looked at him. Thierry looked as nervous as Gastien and was a bit younger than the rest. Rémy, Gérard and René just looked excited.

Each of their faces, each of their voices, would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Jean Luc put an arm around Gastien. “Try to relax, Gastien. These men are
amis
. Why don’t you lead the way over to the buffet? We could all use something to eat.” Jean Luc stepped back to let the others follow Gastien.

Gastien did not want to eat, but felt he had to or look rude. He tried to bypass the richer dishes, taking just cold meat and fruit, but Jean Luc noticed.

“Non, non, please Gastien! Don’t insult the cook. You need to eat more than that. Please take some of the warm items.” Gastien obeyed, wondering how he would force the heavy food down.

Sébastien was right behind him. That man gave him the creeps! All of a sudden, he felt Sébastien’s hand caress his buttocks.

“Put the plate down, Gastien. I want a better welcome than just a ‘
bonsoir’
for the money I’ve paid. I want you to kiss me,” Sébastien commanded.

Gastien held his buttocks so tightly they ached. Get your hands off of me, he wanted to yell. Instead he calmly said, “Sébastien, don’t you think we should wait until after dinner? The others look quite hungry.”

Sébastien smiled nastily. “Oh, they are hungry all right, but not for the buffet,
chère
. I think we both know what they are hungry for.” His voice grew meaner. “Now, put the plate down and kiss me! I want to see if you are as hot as we have heard.”

Gastien had lost any buzz he had from the hashish when he entered the room. Now, he had to call on that inner survival strength again. Putting down his plate, he drew a deep breath. Gastien turned to Sebastian, placed a hand behind Sébastien’s head, and kissed him on the lips sweetly. Then, he reached for his plate.

Sébastien grabbed Gastien’s wrist. “Ohhhh, sweetie, you need to do much better than that. Otherwise, I am afraid that I must ask for my money back. You don’t want that, do you?” Sébastien stared stonily into Gastien’s eyes.

Gastien looked down. “
Non.
”

Sébastien squeezed Gastien's wrist harder. “Then kiss me like you mean it!” he spat. “I don’t care if you do, but you better act like it!” Gastien’s wrist ached painfully. He was left with no doubt that Sébastien could break it if he wished.

Gastien said evenly, “Please let go of my arm so that I can.”

When his wrist was released, he entwined his arms around the man and kissed him deeply, eyes closed. His wrist throbbed painfully. Sébastien rubbed his crotch against Gastien, while crudely sticking his tongue into Gastien’s mouth. Gastien wanted to gag. But Sébastien held him tightly behind the head and against his hips, exploring his mouth leisurely. Gastien could feel how large Sébastien was against his stomach. It scared him. Finally, Sébastien broke away.

“That’s better, but not quite what I had in mind. Now use your tongue in my mouth. I am getting impatient.”

Gastien closed his eyes. Kissing him again, he tried to picture Nath. It was rather hard to do with a damn mustache tickling his face. When he thought enough time had gone by, he backed up. Sébastien was breathing hard.

“Excellent. Once you get warmed up, you ARE hot. Now, why don’t you walk down the line and welcome everyone exactly like that?”

Gastien stood without moving, looking sickly at the other men. He could not force his feet to move.

“DO IT!” yelled Sébastien, causing Gastien to flinch. The other men laughed nervously.

Jean Luc spoke up, “There is no need to yell at him. He is just nervous. Yelling won’t help him relax. Gastien, you know what you are good at. Please, kiss everyone hello.”

Gastien could not believe that Jean Luc would ask him to do that, too. He thought he simply had to service them after dinner. Somehow, the kissing on the mouth had always seemed like a worse invasion. He walked over to the others, kissing each of them deeply. He tried not to shudder as they touched his hair, his arms, ran their hands down his back and cupped his ass. They whispered in his ear, telling him how beautiful he was, how much they wanted him. Gastien felt like he was outside of his body, watching as a bystander. Why doesn’t that young man run, he wondered.

When he came to Jean Luc, Jean Luc simply said “Gastien did plenty of kissing with me earlier. I think I will bypass the kiss and ask him to resume with the buffet.”

Gastien retrieved his plate. Walking to the table, he told himself that at least no one tried to touch his genitals. That, at least, was something to be thankful for. He sat close to the end of the table where Jean Luc had sat, to his right. Since that was the only place someone had not been sitting at, he figured it was for him. The
vin
was already poured. Gastien helped himself to a hearty drink from his glass. He knew better than to get pissed, though. If he did not perform well he might lose the money.

As he waited for the others to join him, Gastien kept thinking about the studio, about his paintings, and about the color. Over and over he planned to himself how the studio would look when fixed up, how colors looked on canvas. Finally everyone was seated and eating. Gastien ate some of the food, almost choking whenever he swallowed.

The men were talking about various things, but he paid little attention. Once in awhile one would ask him a question about what he painted, where he was from, but he could tell they really could care less about his details. That was just as well with him. The less they knew about him the better!

Suddenly, Sébastien sat back. He stared at Gastien, a small, cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Gastien tried to act as if he did not realize he was being stared at. Finally, Sébastien spoke.

“So, tell us, Gastien. How long have you been a prostitute?” The other men stopped talking.

Gastien met Sébastien’s gaze. “I am not a prostitute. I have never done this with anyone other than Jean Luc.”

Sébastien looked at him mockingly. “Ah, I see. So, you are doing that for free? You must really like sucking cock!” Sébastien said sarcastically. “Had we known that, we would not have paid. We would have just given you the pleasure!” Everyone laughed, except Gastien and Jean Luc, who was having serious doubts about the wisdom of going through with the evening.

Gastien blushed. “
Non
, I do not do it for free. Jean Luc pays me. Look, I only agreed to this evening so that I could own my own studio and home. I simply want a home, just like anybody else.”

“How heartwarming! But, still, you were paid. In my book, that makes you a prostitute.”

Gastien looked around the table. All eyes were on him. “Well…I guess so.”

Sébastien barked out a laugh. “You guess so? Please tell me, what is missing from the equation? I don’t want to call you something you are not.”

Gastien dropped his eyes. The shame of the truth crawled up his neck to his face. He finally quietly admitted, “
Oui
. I am a prostitute.” His hand shook as he picked up his
vin
. It was his second glass.

“
Merci
,” replied Sébastien condescendingly.

Jean Luc interrupted. “I think maybe this is a mistake, gentlemen. I realize now that I was wrong about doing this. It appears to me that this will upset Gastien too much. I am sorry. Let’s just call this off.”

The men looked at Jean Luc like he was crazy. Sébastien gave the others a look. Then he said agreeably, “Perhaps you are right. He seems awfully scared. Are you willing to call it off, Gastien? Is it fine with you if we get our money back, no hard feelings?”

Gastien did not know what to say. If he did not go through the night as planned, the studio would never be his! His eyes implored Jean Luc. Gastien’s body was shaking so hard he looked like he was going to collapse.

Jean Luc’s heart melted. “Gastien, I will give you the studio. This should never have been done to you. I am very sorry. You mean the world to me!” Jean Luc put his hand on Gastien’s shoulder to try to calm him.

“Oh, well, you see, Gastien?” beamed Sébastien, “All is well! We get our money back, you get your studio! I would have loved to have gotten intimate with you, but no harm done. In fact, why don’t you go get a bottle of champagne from the cellar, Jean Luc? Don’t be so stingy! Let’s drink to celebrate Gastien’s good fortune! Agreed, everyone?”

They all agreed.

Jean Luc reached up and caressed Gastien’s face. “You are safe, Gastien. It is over.” Jean Luc excused himself to go get the champagne.

A few minutes later, Gastien was feeling funny. There was something wrong. He had only had the one glass of
vin
, starting a second, yet all of a sudden he was feeling dizzy. He knew if he tried to stand up and walk he would not be in control of his legs.

“Jean Luc?” Gastien called, frightened. His eyes would not focus well. “JEAN LUC?”

“Calm down, boy! He just went to get more
vin
.” Sébastien stood and turned to the others. “Help me move that armoire in front of the doors. Quickly, before he gets back.” The men jumped to block the doors. “I knew Jean Luc would back out. He is so smitten with this little whore that it is disgusting!” He walked over to Gastien. “You look a little woozy, there, Gastien. What do you say?”