Gastien Pt 1 (46 page)

“You put something in my drink!” Gastien slurred.

“For a stupid peasant, you are quite quick!”

Gérard said “There is no need to harass him. He has done nothing wrong.”

“Well, isn’t it true? He is just a peasant. They are throwaways. He is lucky to even get used by us.”

Jean Luc was now back. He tried the door. It did not budge. “What is going on in there? I can’t get in!” he cried.

“Shut up, Jean Luc,” responded Sébastien. “We are just going to have a little fun with your whore. We decided we did not want our money back after all.”

“
NON
! You can’t do this. This is my house!” Jean Luc cried.

“And this is your whore. If you want him back in one piece you will shut your damn mouth!”

“Don’t hurt him! Please don’t hurt him!” begged Jean Luc. This was going horribly wrong!

“Oh, we won’t hurt him, will we, guys?” They all laughed.

Gastien was starting to panic. He tried to stand up and swayed. “Jean Luc? JEAN LUC! I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT!”

Sébastien slapped Gastien across the face, knocking him to the ground.

“DON”T HURT HIM! LET ME IN THERE! OH,
MON
DIEU
, LET ME IN THERE! GASTIEN?”

Gastien was stunned from hitting the floor. Sébastien hauled him back up.

“Hold him up,” he said to Thierry. As Thierry held him up, Sébastien pulled Gastien’s shirt off, over his head. He looked at Gastien coldly. “Are you going to take off your trousers, or do you want us to?”

Gastien gaped at him. “Why would I take off my trousers? I can use my mouth without getting undressed.” Then he stopped, horrified.
Non
! Oh,
mon Dieu
, please
non
!

Rémy walked over while Sébastien and Thierry each held an arm. Then, Rémy unbuttoned Gastien’s trousers. Gastien was so drugged he could not even kick. Sébastien held a hand over Gastien’s mouth. His trousers came down. His boots and stockings were pulled off along with his trousers and drawers. He bit down hard on Sébastien’s hand. As Sébastien cursed and pulled his hand back, Gastien opened his mouth to scream. Sébastien back handed him hard, making Gastien see stars.

“Shut the fuck up!” threatened Sébastien. Jean Luc was howling outside the door. He walked over to the door. “Jean Luc, if you don’t shut up I am going to kill this little slut. Do you understand? He is just trash anyway. I could throw him in the river, and nobody but you would miss him.” He could hear Jean Luc weeping. “I will throw you in there too, if you don’t shut up! I don’t want to hear another word from you.”

Gastien was groaning in pain from the hit he had taken across the head. He looked at the men, begging “Please! Listen to me! I am someone’s son, someone’s father! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”

Sébastien walked back over to him. “Well, that is very touching! If I were you, I would keep this little escapade a secret then. You would disgust them, I am sure. Even stupid peasants are embarrassed by relatives like you. Now, do you want to bend over and get on your hands and knees, or do we have to make you do that, too?”

Gastien cried tearfully, “Never! I will never get on my hands and knees for you!”

Sébastien hauled back his fist, punching Gastien hard in the gut. Thierry released his grip and Gastien doubled over in pain. Thierry used his boot to roughly push him from behind. Gastien crumpled face first to the floor.

“Well, that was easy,” laughed Sébastien. “Oh, my, look at his back! It appears this is not the first time you have displeased someone, Gastien! If you were man enough to live through that whipping, perhaps you can make it through this night. We’ll see.”

The color. It’s all about the color, the paints, you better run, all about the studio, the color…

Gastien was struggling to get his breath back. He could only keep gasping. His mouth was bleeding from where he had been slapped, and the right side of his face ached from the back handing. But nothing hurt as badly as his gut right now.

“Just look at his lovely ass! It is absolutely perfect,” breathed Sebastian. “An ass like that just begs for a hard
bite
deep inside it!”

As the men all laughed, Thierry said huskily, “And I will be glad to answer that plea!”

“Oui! We all will!” laughed Rémy.

The five men had drawn cards earlier in the week to see who went first. Sébastien had said he would be last. He was very well endowed. Sébastien was sick to death of hearing from the besotted Jean Luc how wonderful this arrogant little whore was. He planned on giving Gastien a good reaming to remember him by. Sébastien was afraid Gastien would pass out and not be any good to the rest of the men.

Sébastien motioned impatiently to Gérard. “Well, you get to pop him. Get your trousers undone.”

“With pleasure, Sébastien,” responded Gérard excitedly.

Gastien was trying to get up, but his limbs would not work. Sébastien directed, “Each one of us needs to grab one arm or leg and hold him in place on his hands and knees. “René, get the hell over here and grab a leg! Make yourself useful until it is your turn!”

“
NON
! PLEASE
NON,NON,NON
!
I
DON’TWANTTHIS…..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” yelled Gastien as the men grabbed his arms and legs. They forced his legs to bend onto his knees. Then, two men each held one leg firmly. Two others held his arms. Gastien’s chest was heaving, he was covered in sweat. “
NON
!
NON, NON, NON
! I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS! OH, DEAR GOD, I BEG YOU PLEASE NOOOOOOO!”

“God does not help whores,
chère
. You should know that,” purred Sébastien. “You are better off calling on us to not be too hard on you. None of us has much use for peasants, other than to ream them.”

Gastien could hear Gérard’s boots as the man walked up behind him. He pissed the floor.

“Oh, Jesus! Move him over. I don’t want to get piss on my new boots!” Rémy said disgustedly. Instead, Sébastien picked up Gastien’s trousers, using them to mop up where Gastien had pissed.

Gérard knelt behind him. Gastien felt Gérard’s hand’s on his ass. “Damn it!” Gérard spat. He got up and went to the table, retrieving the butter. Gastien saw him carry the butter over and started to struggle again.

“Please! Gérard, please…I BEG YOU, PLEASE –
NON
!”

Sébastien hissed, “Shut up or you get hit again!” He looked at Gérard. “
Encule
him!” he commanded.

Gérard spread Gastien’s cheeks apart, fingering him. Gastien could feel the butter being applied. He was hyperventilating so badly, he thought he was going to pass out. He wished he would.

Rémy snickered to Gérard, “You better lube that tool up good, Gérard. You will need to be very slippery to break that tight little
cul
in.”

All of a sudden, Gastien could feel Gérard at the entrance to his bowels.

“Oh, lovely Gastien,” Gérard cooed. “Just relax and enjoy it! I promise to break you in thoroughly.” Gérard was breathing hard. “If you stop fighting, it will be easier on you.”

“
NON
! NEVER! GÉRARD, I COULD NEVER ENJOY THIS…PLEASE…OH, PLEASE, HELP ME!” begged Gastien.

Gérard sighed. “I AM helping you, Gastien. I am helping you understand that you were made for this.” He caressed Gastien’s hair. “Why can’t you understand that? Ah, well. Either way, I plan on enjoying you very much, sexy one. Very much indeed.” Gérard forced the head of his
bite
in.

Gastien screamed, “OWWWWW! JEAN LUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC, HELP ME! OH GOD YOU SAID YOU WOULD PROTECT ME!” Sébastien slapped him. Gérard shoved all the way in. “OhhhArHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
VOUS ME FAITES MAL! MON DIEU! OH, MON DIEU, I BEG YOU, STOP!! VOUS ME FAITES MAL!”
Gérard started to thrust in and out. “OH PLEASE, NOT THIS! OHHHHH, PLEASE GOD, NOT THIS!”

Gastien felt like his center was being ripped in two. He did not know which was greater, the pain or his shame. Nothing done to him before compared to the emotional pain of this. Gastien fought to keep from losing control of his mind. He had been through so much! This could not take away his sanity! But, oh God, he wanted to just go somewhere safe!

Jean Luc was sobbing on the other side of the door. He could not take anymore. Afraid that he would call out and end Gastien’s life, he decided to walk away. He did not hear as Gastien called his name over and over, begging Jean Luc for help. Gastien’s calls were met in silence.

Finally, Sebastian told René, who was holding the right leg, to hold the right arm, too. Sebastian then let go, and rammed himself into Gastien’s mouth. He threatened, “If you bite it, you die.” That should shut him up for awhile.

The color, the paints, you better run, it’s about the studio, no, the color, it’s all about…

Gérard took his time, but finally he was done. He pulled out and buttoned up, after wiping himself off on Gastien’s shirt.

Then, Thierry took his place behind Gastien. Gastien had thought it hurt when Gérard had used him, but Thierry used him even harder. Several times Gastien buckled, even with his limbs being held. When his right knee gave way, he came down hard from the thrust inside. Gastien felt a grinding pop. His hip felt like it was on fire.

The constant pounding, the dizziness, was making him nauseated. He started to gag violently. Sébastien pulled out of his mouth just in time. Gastien vomited all over the floor. When he was done, they simply slid him over to the other side of the room, this time with René behind him.

Gastien felt like his whole inside was on fire. He tried to keep telling himself to think about the studio, think about the color, but oh, God, it hurt so badly! He was past screaming now. His throat was sore from Sébastien and from yelling. He just tried to get through it.

He could see his father sneering at him, he could hear him calling him all of those disgusting names.
Conne. Chatte
. Girl-man. Oh dear God, his father was right! He was finally reduced to being everything his father had called him. He was a disgrace to the Beauchamp name.

René was not as large as the other two, and Gastien was starting to get numb. As he used Gastien, he kept whispering in Gastien’s ear, “You are beautiful, so beautiful…so…perfectly… beautiful…” Gastien sobbed.

René finished and now Rémy was behind him. After Rémy entered, he pulled back on Gastien’s hair. “Move your hips!” he commanded. Gastien did not comply. Rémy pulled Gastien’s hair harder. “I said move your hips like a woman!”

“
Non
! Kill me!” sobbed Gastien. Rémy pulled out. Going over to the table, he lit a cigarette. Walking back to Gastien, he grabbed Gastien’s genitals.

 “I won’t kill you, what fun would that be? You have a choice. I can put this cigarette out on the head of your
bite,
or you can move your fucking hips. Do you understand me?” Horrified, Gastien nodded. “Good. We have an understanding.”

Rémy slammed back in. Gastien howled. Rémy yelled, “NOW MOVE!” Gastien moved, painfully undulating his hips while Rémy rode him. Rémy drooled on Gastien’s neck. “That’s right, princess, just…ahhhh…just like…ohhh…that,” Rémy gasped. Then he grunted, “I knew you would know how to…ah, Godddddd!!!” he stammered between ragged breaths.

Oh God, the color, you better run, you better run to the studio… finally Rémy was finished.

Then Sébastien grabbed Gastien’s face, forcing Gastien to look into his eyes. “Well, guess whose turn it is!” He caressed Gastien’s cheeks and lips. “I have been waiting all evening for this. Get ready, sweetie. I won’t ride you easy.”

“Please don’t hurt me anymore,” begged Gastien hoarsely. “Please. I did not agree to this!”

“Oh, I am going to hurt you,
chère
. I don’t like your attitude. But, if you are lucky, it won’t kill you. Unbutton my trousers again.” With shaking hands, Gastien did as requested. “Now beg me for it!”

“
Non
!”

“I will be much easier on you if you tell me how much you want me,” whispered Sébastien.

Gastien swallowed. He would now do anything to lessen the hurt. “Sébastien, I really want you badly! Please. Ride me!” Gastien briefly wondered if his shame could get any deeper.

Smirking, Sébastien walked around to get behind Gastien. Then he said, “Change of plans. Turn him over. I want to look in his eyes while I use him.” After he was turned over, two men pulled his legs up to his chest, bent at the knees and apart. They each held a leg and sat on an arm, while the two others braced his hips off the floor by kneeling under his back.

Sébastien commanded, “Look at me!” Gastien looked at Sebastian through a haze of pain. “Good. Do you remember that I told you I would go easy if you begged,
chère
?”

“
Oui
,” Gastien whimpered.

“Well, I lied.” Sébastien reared back, slamming into Gastien. Gastien screamed and passed out. Sébastien slapped him awake.

“Non! You don’t pass out on me! I want you to feel every stroke of this, you little bitch! You better look into my eyes, and don’t look away for one second. I want to see your face with every thrust!”

Gastien was sobbing as he looked Sébastien in the eyes. “Please! Please,
vous
me faites mal
! I beg you! Have mercy, Sébastien, and stop!” he begged pitifully.

Sébastien laughed. “I don’t know the meaning of that word. However, I do like to know my partner is enjoying it. I want you to keep looking at me, and I want you to keep telling me how much you love it. If I don’t hear it often enough I tend to get very upset. Extremely upset. I suggest that you start telling me!”

Gastien was gritting his teeth, trying to find some way to make it hurt less. He could not move, because of the grip the others had on him. Finally he managed to say, “I love it, Sébastien. I love what you do to me.” Then he sobbed.

“That’s good! Keep it up.”

“I can’t! It HURTS!” Gastien cried. Sébastien slammed into him again. Gastien screamed. “Ok! Ok. I love it. I love how you feel in me,” he managed to get out. He tried to remember to say things every several seconds, but his mind was a blur of pain. When too much time passed, Sébastien would slap him or cause other pain to get Gastien to say it again.