by Viva Gold
“I wish it had just been sex, then I think I would have been ok, but of course, Henri was an abuser. He drugged us, starved us and beat us if we dared to complain. He told us he’d saved us from the streets where we would have to prostitute ourselves to survive.”
“Yet, he pimped you out to his friends?” I asked.
“Not friends; clients. He was indeed a pimp. He made it sound as if he was trying to find us new homes with a new Master who would look after us.”
As much as Bastien’s tale repulsed me, I was curious to find out the rest. “Sounds like nothing was consensual,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Non.” Bastien sighed. “We were too weak to protest, although not many of us were pimped out. Henri was too greedy and hated to share. Towards the end, however, Henri became fixated on Remi. He’d try out all his deviant desires on us, in preparation for Remi’s return. He became increasingly cruel. He said he would hurt the little ones if the older ones among us did not comply.” I think I might have growled. Bastien gave me a wobbly grin. He straightened his back and brushed the front of his kimono a few times. “It’s in the past. I am trying very hard to move on with my life, but sometimes I have flash backs. Is that the right term?”
“It is.” I couldn’t help it, I reached for him and pulled him onto my lap, hugging him close. “I’m so sorry you went through that. I want to rip that bastard’s throat out.”
“It’s too late to change what happened before, but you can help me replace the bad memories with good ones.” Those strange amber eyes stared deep into mine, then Bastien placed his hands either side of my face. I held my breath as he leaned all the way forward, pressing his lips to mine. He licked the seam of my mouth and I opened for him. His tongue poked through and began to explore my mouth. It was possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, including my recent hook up with the Twins. I think it was the fact that Bastien presented such an innocent image, despite being vastly experienced, albeit forced. I thought perhaps, that this was his first ever freely given kiss. If that was the case, I sat back and happily let him have his fill and only broke apart when breathing became a necessity.
“Bloody hell, your mouth is sinful,” I panted. Bastien mewled at the compliment and bounced on my lap.
“Oh Jesus, be careful.” Our covered cocks had rubbed together mid-bounce making it hard for me to focus. Bastien placed his arms around my neck and slowly and deliberately gyrated his arse. I gasped. “Fucking little minx!” I looked down and groaned. The boy’s extremely hard penis was making the waistband of his speedos gape. “You’re making me wet,” I told him in a husky voice. “I’m leaking in my boxers.” Bastien turned beetroot and wriggled under my scrutiny, but he didn’t seem anxious. If I read the situation correctly, he was properly horny. I was thrilled he was confident with me and obviously didn’t feel threatened. I practically held my breath wondering what his next move would be.
Bastien pushed his Speedo down below his balls, freeing his cock. We both groaned as we watched a bead of pre-come appear then slowly roll down his shaft. I was mesmerised by it and instinctively licked my lips. Bastien began to roll his hips, lifting up slightly to create friction against my abdomen. His eyes never left my face even as he began to huff out little breaths of ecstasy. His long eyelashes fluttered erratically, just as he arched his back and climaxed. Little shudders wracked his body for a full minute before he stilled.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” I whispered. I handed him a tissue from my pocket so he could clean up. While he did that, I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deeply. I licked a line up his throat and pressed my lips to his. He opened to me with no hesitation. We both moaned as our tongues touched once again. I was desperately hard, but withheld from making any advances to relieve the ache. I didn’t want to scare Bastien by making demands he wasn’t ready for. I had no clue where this uncharacteristic consideration was coming from, but this kid was making me feel things I’d never bothered to explore before. Bastien sat back. He screwed up the tissue and shoved it into his kimono pocket, then snapped his Speedos back into place.
“I want to…” Bastien threw me a coy look as he gestured towards my lap.
“You don’t have to. I’m fine.”
He tutted and slid backward off my lap and onto his knees. I hoped the grass was soft but once he’d tugged down my shorts and boxers, my brain stuttered to a halt. I felt the fresh air on my cock as it jerked about crazily. If Bastien stared at it for much longer, I’d embarrass myself. It was fucking erotic to have those amber eyes wide with hunger and desire focused on my leaking erection.
Bastien dipped his face to my cock to lick the pre-come off. It felt too good. I hastily dug my heels into the grass to keep from bucking into his mouth. “Oh God. I can’t…Please Bas…” I bit my lip hard to keep from yelling when his lush wet lips slithered down the length of my shaft. If I had thought Bastien an innocent, I was truly fucking mistaken. The boy sucked cock like a pro and had me coming like a teenager within seconds. I shot my load into his mouth with such force, my arse left the bench. At some point, I had clasped his shoulders and he tapped urgently on them, forcing me out of my post-orgasmic haze. I released him immediately.
“Come up here.” I hauled him onto my lap once again, and we hugged. He was shaking. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Was, was I ok?” Bastien croaked.
“You were fucking phenomenal, love,” I gasped. I felt his body relax as if he were relieved I’d enjoyed myself and I knew I’d have to talk to him about why he was so anxious to please. I was under no illusion that his traumatic past was behind it, but wanted any forced habits to stop right away. “Was my reaction not enough to convince you?” Bastien shrugged and dropped his eyes to the ground. He fidgeted, appearing nervous. “Hey, what’s up?” I popped a finger under his chin forcing him to look at me. His anxiety looked to be peaking. “Bastien, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I…I…I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it, I didn’t mean to… please, it won’t happen again.”
The boy was properly scared. I couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t want to freak him out any further, but I needed to know why he was so nervous. “Tell me,” I whispered. “I promise I won’t get cross.”
Bastien chewed on his lower lip savagely, making me wince at the torture he was inflicting on his poor mouth. He took such a long time to reply, I was certain he’d retreated back to his former muted self. Just as I was about to give up, he blurted out, “I came in my pants” and threw his face into his hands hiding from me, in apparent shame. My heart squeezed. Bastien was getting to me on so many levels.
“Baby, look at me, please.” I injected a slight amount of sternness into my tone which had the desired effect of him complying immediately. His big amber eyes shone in nervous anticipation. “I’m flattered. I think that’s possibly the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me.” His eyes widened to huge round orbs in his face, which was adorably cute. “That a gorgeous boy such as yourself would get off on blowing me, especially as you’d already just come, is beyond incredible. The boost to my ego alone, was totally worth it.” He looked slightly relieved, but an uncomfortable thought suddenly occurred to me. “Wait, you didn’t just blow me because you thought you had to?”
“What! No! I wanted to!” Bastien looked suitably shocked enough to reassure me.
“Good, because I’d like us to do all of that again sometime soon, and perhaps I can reciprocate the favour.”
“You…you’d do that to me?” Bastien stuttered out the question.
“Try and fucking stop me, boy. I can’t wait to taste you.” I felt a flicker of something against my stomach. I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, someone likes that idea.” I glanced down at his twitching erection then directly back at him. He blushed furiously which was so damn sexy. “When I get my hands on you, I want you flat on your back in a big bed. I want to take my time and not rush it. I promise you, it will be worth waiting for.” A sticky bead of p
re-come darkened the lycra covering his cock. I reached between us and swiped my finger through it, bringing it to my lips to suck it off. I hummed. The boy tasted delicious. “Jesus, I definitely want more of that.” Bastien made a cute little growly noise and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I chuckled. It amazed me that for someone who had been exposed to the very wide and deviant practices of that cunt, Henry De La Roche, that he could still be so coy. I loved that about him. It gave me hope that he hadn’t been completely damaged. Still, I didn’t want to scare Bastien away by being too full on.
“How about we go for a quick swim?” I suggested. “I think some of the others were going to the pool.”
“Ah, oui, if that is what you wish.”
“No, Bastien, I want you to agree or disagree depending on your own wishes. I can go without you. It is not a requirement for you to do what I want, if you don’t fancy it.”
Bastien screwed his face up in thought. “Well, I fancy you, so where you go, I will follow then I can be with you, Tal. Is that ok?”
It was a weird thought process, but not one I was going to object to. I kissed the tip of his nose and bounced my knees as a signal for him to stand. He adjusted himself in his Speedos and stood on wobbly legs. He reminded me of a new born colt in that moment. I caught his hand and hauled myself up feeling a little unsteady myself. We shared a laugh and a cuddle before heading off to the pool.
7
Adam and Angel were in the water splashing about when we got there. We’d washed off the dried come in the changing rooms, so had no qualms dive bombing them without warning. When we came up for air, the sight of Adam’s man bun spilling out all over his face sent me into roars of laughter. Angel giggled. He swam over to Adam; climbed him like a tree and re-did his pony. I was enjoying watching them when I felt Bastien attach to my body. His chest hugged my back while his arms circled my neck and his legs my waist. He kissed the side of my neck.
Angel’s expression grew wary. “Bastien? Qu’est-ce que tu fais?” I felt Bastien tense behind me. I knew enough school French to understand that Angel had asked him what he was doing. He sounded distinctly unimpressed. Before Bastien could answer, the door to the pool house opened and G & T appeared. My breath hitched for two reasons. Firstly, because they both looked hot as fuck in tiny white trunks, and secondly because clearly, Angel was fully aware that the three of us had fooled around last night. I shot him a look and shook my head in warning. If Angel had questions, he could ask them of me in private. I didn’t need Bastien filled with doubts just when I felt we’d made progress. Call me selfish, but I wanted to be the one to explain to Bastien what happened, and make him understand it was purely sex. What I felt for him, already went beyond that.
“Bonjour, mes amies.” Bastien sounded pleased to see them and I had forgotten that he already knew them.
“Bas, mate. How’s it going?” G greeted him with no trace of surprise or judgement that he was wrapped around me. T repeated his brother’s greeting. I knew I liked these guys, the pair of them were something special. They jumped in the pool and joined us. Bastien swam off in their direction and I watched as the three of them splashed about playing happily.
Angel sidled up to me with Adam in his wake.
“Something to say?” I asked him wryly.
“I, of all people, try not to judge or make assumptions about a person…but Bastien is my friend. I am only looking out for him…”
I looked at Angel. He really was a beautiful young man. I was aware of a change in his demeanour and from the corner of my eye spotted Remi watching us from the far side of the pool. He stood with his beefy arms crossed over his chest creating an ominous presence. He wasn’t threatening as such, but his warning was clear; don’t upset my boy.
“Not that it is any of your business, but G & T happily provided me with a badly needed distraction. You know they could never be serious about a third, and that is not what I’m looking for.” I sighed, hating having to explain myself.
“It was my understanding that you do not do relationships, monsieur,” Angel commented. I realised he was genuinely concerned for Bastien’s well-being. I admired him for that. I was pleased Bastien had friends looking out for him, and if I’m honest, I’d be bloody wary of me, too. I was far from great boyfriend material, especially with the money laundering threat hanging above my head right now.
Bastien turned his head my way and threw me a megawatt smile just before T dunked him for the hundredth time. My chest grew tight at the thought of losing him before we’d ever really got started. I was so fucked.
“I appreciate your concern, Angel, and I am glad Bastien has such a good friend to protect him. But I assure you, I am aware of his sensitive nature and how broken he thinks he is, and I won’t do anything to hurt him, I promise.” I could feel the weight of Angel’s eyes on me. I stared back. “I said, I promise.” I didn’t welcome his mistrust. I waded to the side of the pool where I pulled myself up onto the edge. I turned my gaze towards Bastien and the Twins and watched them while I tried to calm down. I knew my reputation for being a bit of a playboy preceded me, and I supposed that a night spent with G & T didn’t do anything to instil Angel with a sense of confidence. How could I explain that Bastien was already turning me into a better man? Sighing, I guessed actions would have to speak louder than words and that it would take a little while to prove myself.
Later that night, Jason had arranged a big barbeque for us all. Cook had brought in a team of helpers so that none of the guests had to worry about anything other than having a great time. It was thoughtful, except for the fact I could do nothing but fret over my current situation and that of my budding romance with Bastien.
“Tal.” Izzy approached me. I was sitting alone on the periphery of the group, aiming not to infect them with my despair. I looked up at my friend and smiled tightly at him. His heavy hands landed on my shoulders and he began to knead at the tension there. I couldn’t help groaning; Izzy’s touch was the ultimate. “Don’t look so glum, we’ll get to the bottom of this.”
“It’s fucking Doron Sagall, Iz, not a two-bit shyster from East London.”
“Guaranteed he takes a shit, just like the rest of us.”
“Droll, but not helping.” I leaned my head back against his abs and closed my eyes. His hands were magic.
“Also, I’m a little insulted that you think me incapable of going up against the big boys.”
I grunted. “There’s big boys and there’s Sagall. He’s in a league of his own. I’m scared there might be repercussions for anyone involved.”
“Don’t worry about me, Tal. I can handle myself.” Izzy dug his thumbs into the knots of stress in my shoulders and I yelped. “You’re really tense.”
“Thank you, Mr Obvious.”
Izzy paused. “I know a good way to relieve tension.”
I shuddered at the way his voice lowered and took on a commanding tone. I squirmed as my dick plumped in my shorts. “No, thank you.”
“It’s not sex, Tal, if that’s what you were wondering.”
“I know what you’re inferring, and it most definitely is sex.” Izzy was a BDSM expert. He had taken to using some of his skills as a kind of therapy to help those who wouldn’t benefit from normal counselling. I think I had heard that Remi, Jason and Angel had taken him up on his offer to help Remi with some anger issues. “Why don’t you run it past Bastien and see if he minds me taking you away for an hour or so. He’ll thank me for it later.” I considered Izzy’s suggestion. It was tempting to have my friend take me out of my head for a while. I trusted Izzy, and I knew Adam would probably be there to help. Izzy moved his hands from my shoulders to my head, and I was a goner. Having my scalp and neck rubbed was too divine.
“Ok, give me a minute,” I croaked. Izzy backed away. I scouted the crowd for Bastien and was mildly taken aback to find him watching me from afar. I cocked my head and he made his way over. Seeing him move elegantly towards me stirred unfamiliar feelings deep within
.
“Tal?” He stopped in front of me. “Es-vous bien?”
“I am fine.” He narrowed his eyes at me. The boy was astute; I’d have to remember that for the future. “Ok, no, I’m worried to the point I can barely think straight.”
“Et, Monsieur Woolf? Il peut v’aider? He can help you?” Bastien’s eyes sought out Izzy in the crowd.
“He has a particular way of de-stressing people, yes.”
“I am aware of his skills,” Bastien stated.
“It’s not sex,” I blurted.
“It is not,” Bastien agreed. He seemed to be mulling over what I found difficult to put into words. “You should let him help.”
“Really?” I was shocked.
“Oui. For sure.” Bastien nodded.
“You won’t mind?” I took his hands in mine. He moved to sit on my lap.
“That you have even asked me means so much. That you would consider my feelings is something very special to me. So, oui, yes, please let Izzy help you.”
I sat back so I could study Bastien’s expression. I wanted to be sure he wasn’t lying. His face was set in a small smile that seemed utterly genuine. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “I want to watch.” My eyes fluttered closed and I inhaled deeply. The last thing I could have imagined was Bastien wanting to witness me at the hands of another man, but he was evidently turned on at the suggestion. I had to confess, so was I. Bastien narrowed his eyes again and I braced myself for his next comment. “Would you do it as a scene?”
“Oh my God, seriously?” My cheeks heated. It wasn’t something I had ever done before, nor had I ever contemplated it. Bastien picked up my hand and laid it against his groin. He was hard. There was no doubt he could feel my own arousal digging into his arse. I searched for Izzy. He was saying something to Adam, who nodded excitedly before turning to look at me. The big man strode over. “Hey,” I greeted him and swallowed.
