Gastien Pt 1

by Caddy Rowland

  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.

  “I can do this for an hour, Gastien. Since you love it so much, I think I will!”

  It seemed to go on forever. Gastien felt the warmth of his blood and wondered if he would be permanently damaged. He tried to get his legs down, they were cramping, but the men held them firmly.

  Finally, Sébastien finished. He had ridden Gastien for what seemed like hours. It had been twenty minutes. When he pulled out, Gastien breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. The men let go of him and walked away. As Gastien struggled to stand up, Sébastien pushed him back to the floor with his boot.

  “Where do you think you are going?”

  “You all had what you wanted. I want to go now. I am hurt!” Gastien could barely talk.

  “Go? Oh, non, chère! That was just round one! For the large sum of money we paid, you are going to be used until dawn. We just need to get our stamina back.”

  Gastien mercifully went under again.

  III

  They left him lying on the floor, while they sat at the table drinking and laughing. Throughout the night, one or another would slap him awake to mount him. He lost count of how many times. It no longer mattered. Gastien didn’t scream, or beg, or cry any longer. He just hoped for death.

  Finally, about an hour after dawn, Sébastien walked over and kicked Gastien awake. Gastien could only whimper. Laughing, Sébastien strode over to the buffet table, where he grabbed a sharp knife. The others watched in horror as he walked back over to Gastien. Gastien’s eyes got huge. He started to shake uncontrollably.

  “I think I will castrate you, chère. That way you will be more like a woman.” He grabbed Gastien’s genitals. Gastien screamed hysterically.

  “NON!” René shouted. Sébastien turned to look at him in surprise. René ran over to the two men, pushing Sébastien away. “Non! This stops now! We had our fun. There is no reason to maim him. Sébastien, you are too cruel! Mon Dieu! Let the poor bastard be!”

  “What do you care about his balls?” growled Sébastien.

  “I don’t care about his balls! But I do care about carrying the blood of a murder on my head! He would bleed to death if you do that. Just leave him alone! He has suffered enough.”

  Sébastien looked at the others. “Well? What will it be?”

  “Don’t do it, Sé
bastien, even I think it is too cruel,” agreed Rémy.

  “I want no part of that,” from Thierry.

  Gérard also spoke up. “This was supposed to be sex, not violence. It got way out of hand as it is. Leave him be.”

  Sébastien shrugged. “As you wish.” He leaned back over Gastien. “You got lucky, slut. You get to keep your balls. Can’t you tell them merci?”

  “Just leave him alone! Let’s go,” stated Gérard.

  They left him on the floor – bloody, bruised, streaked with his own waste – and

  simply walked out the door. They didn’t bother to find to Jean Luc. Jean Luc had heard them leave, though. He was almost afraid to go downstairs. What if Gastien was dead? Finally, he gathered his courage and went down.

  When he walked into the room, he found Gastien curled up in a ball, staring into space. He was breathing, but would not answer when Jean Luc called to him. Jean Luc was scared. He needed to get Gastien to his cottage. Gastien could not be found like this when the servants returned. He gathered up Gastien’s clothes, wondering what to do with the soiled clothing. They were soaked with urine, feces, and vomit.

  He coaxed his lover up, decided to leave Gastien naked, and braced him as they walked to the cottage. Several times Gastien stumbled, almost falling. Gastien’s hip looked funny. Jean Luc wondered if it was broken. Finally, Jean Luc got him in the door of the cottage and into the tub, where he ran water.

  “Gastien, you need a doctor. I will have our doctor come as soon as the driver is back.”

  “Dr. Morel.”

  “What?”

  “Dr Morel,” whimpered Gastien, as he slumped over. Jean Luc caught him before he went under water. He cleaned him off the best he could before helping him out of the tub. Gastien would not talk, except for repeatedly saying “Dr. Morel”.

  Jean Luc got out a nightshirt, but decided not to put it on Gastien. The doctor would need to check him over. He put the nightshirt out on a chair at the ready. Jean Luc helped Gastien to bed, covering him carefully.

  He would sit watching him until noon when the driver arrived. Jean Luc reasoned that Gastien could not be too badly injured, because he was not bleeding anymore. Jean Luc prayed that Gastien’s insides were not damaged.

  Gastien was so far inside himself that he appeared to be comatose, even though his eyes were open. What was he supposed to remember? Oh, oui. The studio and the color. He just kept thinking about his lovely studio and the color.

  You better run.

  IV

  When the driver arrived at noon, Jean Luc ran outside, waving him down before he got to the house. “Quickly! There is a doctor named Dr. Morel in the 6th. Do you know of him? He is on Rue Danten. Go get him quickly! Gastien has been attacked! He has requested Dr. Morel. Hurry!”

  The doctor arrived within the hour. As Jean Luc ushered him in, Dr. Morel asked, “What happened?”

  “I don’t know, I don’t know! Gastien was off property last night. He paints for us, he had the night off. I found him early this morning, outside on the grounds. He says he was attacked by a group of men! I think they raped him. Please help him!” Jean Luc said desperately.

  Dr. Morel hurried over to where Gastien lay on the bed. “Gastien?” No response. Gastien just kept staring. “Gastien? Do you hear me? You are safe, I am Dr. Morel. I am here now, Son.”

  Gastien turned his head to look at the doctor. Dr. Morel was stunned. The right side of Gastien’s face was badly bruised and he had a black eye. His lip was swollen and had broken open, but had stopped bleeding because of dried blood.

  Dr. Morel touched the good side of Gastien’s face gently. “I am going to look you over before I ask any questions. I need to see if there is something that needs attention immediately. All right?” Gastien nodded slightly, and then closed his eyes. He was safe now. Dr. Morel was here.

  The doctor gently touched the bruised face. No bones appeared to be broken. He opened Gastien’s mouth and saw that his teeth were fine, but he had bitten down on the sides of his mouth so hard that it was all cut up. Thankfully, mouths heal very quickly, so the bleeding had stopped. His throat still looked swollen. He felt his skull. There was a bump the circumference of a softball on the right side. Gastien jumped, crying out when he touched it.

  “I imagine that hurts like hell, doesn’t it? I am sorry. I need to touch some things that will hurt. Can you relax as much as possible? I will be as gentle as I can be.” Gastien just kept his eyes closed, faintly nodding.

  The doctor pulled down the sheet. Gastien immediately tried to go into the fetal position and turn away. Dr. Morel gently stopped him.

  “You must stay straight, Gastien, so that I can help you. I won’t hurt you.”

  The doctor tried not to show any emotion, because he did not want to scare Gastien. But what he saw made him want to find whoever did this and beat them within an inch of their life. Gastien's stomach was bruising to a deep, dark purple. Someone had really walloped him in the gut. He had no way of knowing if there was internal bleeding going on. He prayed not. Both arms were bruised slightly below the shoulders, like he had been restrained. His right side of the chest was turning purple. He must have fallen hard at some point.

  Then he noticed Gastien’s hip. He was lying with it at an uneven angle. It also appeared swollen. The hip had moved out of place and was going to have to be put back. That would be excruciating, but there was no choice. It would disable him quickly. Dr. Morel did not like the thought of putting that hip back into place. One wrong move and Gastien’s spine could be damaged, paralyzing him for life. He would get to that once he finished examining him.

  Looking further down, he saw that both legs had bruising around each thigh. Again, it would have to be from being restrained. And his knees! Both knees were rubbed raw and were badly bruised as well. He had to have spent hours on his knees for that to happen. And it would not have happened outdoors. The grass would not rub skin raw. He had been captive somewhere inside. A rug would do something like that.

  Dr. Morel was furious. He knew without turning Gastien over what had happened. And he knew who was responsible. He glanced over at Jean Luc, who was hovering anxiously in the background. So this was the man who had been using Gastien for the last several months. He would like to turn and kill him on the spot. These rich bastard’s think they can get away with anything, he thought. And, unfortunately, they could. They controlled everything with their money.

  “Gastien, your hip is going to hurt badly when I turn you over, but I need to look at you from the back.” No response. Dr. Morel started to turn him over. Gastien’s eyes flew open, wild with fear.

  “NOOOOO!” he shrieked. “NON, NON, NON – PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONE!” He was thrashing with his hands.

  Dr. Morel stepped back. He needed to give Gastien a chance to calm down before touching him again. “Gastien, it is over now,” the doctor said gently, “It is me. Dr. Morel. Remember? It is over now.”

  Gastien stared at him, panting wildly. After a few minutes, his eyes lost some of their crazed looked and he calmed down. “Dr. Morel.”

  “Oui. I am Dr. Morel.”

  Gastien looked at him with huge, scared eyes another minute. Then he whispered, “Are you going to use me, too?”

  Dr. Morel could have cried. “I have come to help you. I won’t do anything sexual to you. I may have to hurt you to get your hip back in place, though. That is ok, isn’t it? Don’t you want to be able to walk smoothly again?”

  Gastien stared at him some more. “Oui.” He looked around fearfully. “Please don’t let them in here, though. They might not be gone.” Then he saw Jean Luc. His eyes widened. “GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” he yelled. “GET HIM OUT OF HERE NOW!”

  Jean Luc was embarrassed and hurt. “Gastien! Non, surely you can’t mean that! I helped you to the cottage. I bathed you, I helped you to bed. I only want to help you!” he pleaded. “We have to find whoever did this and have them apprehended! If only you had not walked home alone so late!”r />
  Gastien started to cry. “You told me you would be in the room with me, Jean Luc! You told me you would not let them hurt me! YOU TOLD ME THEY WOULD NOT USE ME THAT WAY! YOU LYING FILS DE PUTE! I HATE YOU!” Sobbing, he looked at the doctor. “PLEASE MAKE HIM GET OUT!”

  Dr. Morel looked at Jean Luc with distain. “I think it is quite clear that Gastien was not hurt off property. We will discuss this later. He wants you out of here. Please leave.”

  Jean Luc tried to gather his dignity. “This is my property, my cottage, and Gastien is under my care. I want to stay. I can help him.”

  Dr. Morel lost his temper. “Listen you despicable letch. I don’t care that it is your cottage. You are lucky I don’t have you arrested on the spot. Gastien is hurting, he is scared of you, don’t you understand that? If you don’t leave on your own, I am going to send you through the door with my fist! Now, get out!”

  Jean Luc glared at the doctor, but left. Once he was gone, the doctor turned to Gastien. “Take some deep breaths, Gastien, try to calm yourself down.” Gastien did as the doctor requested. “I need to turn you over now. Do I have your permission? I am not turning you over to use you. Do you understand?”

  “I am so ashamed. I did not agree to that. Non. I did not agree to that,” Gastien whispered.

  “I know you didn’t. That is obvious from your bruises. I need to look at you down there to make sure you are not bleeding or ripped up. I am sorry. Are you ready to be turned over?”

  “Oui”

  “Here we go.” As the doctor turned him, Gastien yelled. His hip hurt so badly! Everything hurts, he thought. There is nothing that does not hurt except my bite.

  The doctor wanted to cry when he saw the bruising on Gastien's upper thighs and buttocks. He must have been buggered many, many times, quite hard. Dear God, please, don’t let him be all ripped up. There is no way for me to even know if he is. Please let him be ok inside.