Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (40 page)

Josh put a hand on Christophe’s bare chest, worried by the panic in his eyes.  Was Christophe developing cabin fever?  "Belle said to stay put.  We have to wait - "

"It's been two fucking days!" Christophe shouted in his face, his hands held in trembling fists at his sides.  "If I have to watch her getting fucked one more time I'll - "

"So prong her yourself," Tony called out, his voice hoarse as the girl worked on him.  Christophe just gritted his teeth, staring at Josh’s chest.  "She's got . . . killer tits, " Tony growled, and his hands came down to cup her head, pushing her onto his cock.  "Bigger than . . . Wendee's."  Mack, who was always silent during sex squeezed her ample breasts and bucked against her from behind as Tony added, "You can bite 'em, suck 'em, fuck 'em -"

"Shut up!  Shut up!" Christophe yelled, closing his eyes.  He curled into himself, his arms pressed against his chest where his fists were balled under his chin, and as he spoke, he rocked, like a child comforting himself.  "Why can't they leave her alone," he whined.  "Haven't they had enough?"

Josh observed this in concerned silence.  With Xavion incommunicado, the responsibility for keeping the boy calm fell on him.  Yet Christophe's 'punishment' had instilled a sexual fear Josh would have difficulty overcoming, though he must try.

Pitching his voice low, he said, "You're upsetting yourself unnecessarily.  There's no need to worry about the girl."  He pulled on Christophe's trembling arm and brought him down onto the rock ledge beside himself with a surprising lack of resistance.  "She believes she’s earning Wendee’s love," he placated.  "Wouldn’t you do the same to have Wendee again?"

Christophe frowned, his eyes still closed and Josh could see he was considering that. "But it's so...
animal
," he said and shuddered, gritting his teeth again as the grunts from the other side of the cavern escalated in volume.

Josh glanced up to see Nick taking Mack’s place behind the girl.  Tony was finished and he lay on his back, the girl’s bowed forehead against his thigh as she waited for what would come next.  It appeared there would be no respite for Christophe's sensibilities.

"It was different with Wendee," Christophe was saying in an anguished whisper, his eyes still closed.  "She liked it.  She..."  A sob caught in his throat and Josh put a tentative arm around his shoulders to comfort him.  Christophe was so over-wrought he didn't seem to notice.  "I never got to..." he started again, but couldn't continue.  Tears were running down his cheeks.

"I know."  Josh squeezed his shoulder and the boy leant on his chest, sobbing.

"Hey, Chris, if you're gunna fuck ass," Nick panted.  "Don't waste your dick on Josh.  Stick it in here.  This is thoroughbred blonde." 

Christophe rocked and cried harder. 

Josh rubbed his shoulder reassuringly.  "Ignore them," he said, "I know you miss Wendee.  It's all right to be upset."

"They didn't care about her," Christophe sobbed,  "None of you cared about her, but I did.  And now she's gone and I'll never, see her
again
..." he wailed.

Josh patted his shoulder, saying nothing.  By Belle's account, the Wendee was dead but that knowledge would hardly comfort Christophe.

Instead he listened to the boy’s sobs, thinking it was a pity Christophe was reluctant to touch the blonde.  Josh would have appreciated seeing him lose his virginity on such a one.  But perhaps matters were best left as they were.  Christophe was already obsessed with one disposable player, and this 'ex-mermaid' of Belle's was so desirable the twins and Mack were still eager despite the number and variety of times they'd taken her.   

Josh had taken her too, indirectly.  Kneeling behind Nick, he'd pleasured himself with the grunting twin's ass as Nick in turn had shafted hers, holding her still as he pumped back and forth between the two.  Mack, commandeering her upper body, had been expanding her instruction in the art of fellatio.

It had been a stimulating experience, and one Josh would be happy to repeat, yet at the same time he could understand Christophe's reservations. 

Josh himself had been in Pietre's service five years and hardly found their recreation worthy of distaste, let alone disgust.  But Christophe still looked on it from an outsiders perspective.

Pietre would give the boy time.  He was talented and therefore a valuable asset, but ultimately Christophe must either adopt their lifestyle or die.  It was the DeMartande way. 

Josh had doubts about Christophe's ability to adjust, but he was instructed to help and saw an opportunity here for desensitisation.

"Christophe," he said, straightening the boy's shoulders and tilting his chin up with a firm hand.  "Look at what's happening over there.  There's something you haven't seen."

"I can't watch it any more," Christophe repeated, keeping his damp eyes closed.  His face was streaked with tear-tracks, making him look even younger than the eighteen that Josh knew he was, and had Wendee been present she would have kissed those tears away. 

Josh wanted to do it himself.

"Look at the girl and tell me what you see," Josh commanded. 

Obedience won through and after a moment Christophe blinked his eyes open and turned to face the fire that highlighted the moving bodies. "Nick’s dogging her," he said, and hiccupped a little sob.  "He's using her body as if she was a bitch on heat.  But she's not.  She doesn’t like it and he shouldn't - "

Josh cut him off.  "Do you think Nick's enjoying himself?"

"Of course he is, the animal," Christophe hissed.  "He'll fuck anything.  Even..."  he trailed off into silence.

"Even me," Josh finished for him.

As though suddenly realising where he was, Christophe shrugged off Josh's shoulder and hunched himself away a few inches.  Yet he was unable to drag his gaze from the scene before him.  Through the unkempt strands of his fringe, Josh saw him watching Nick, his expression reflecting a horrified fascination.   

Josh, too, watched the normally playful Greek who was now all concentration, his hips slamming into the girl's buttocks as he moaned aloud.  She was tight there, still, if the others were to be believed, and Josh spared a thought for the sensations Nick would be experiencing, that pre-orgasmic swelling that fills the loins and yet draws on them at the same time, anticipation of the pleasure you can just start to feel breaking over you, the last surging split-second where you couldn't stop to save your own life, then the spasm. 

Nick's style was innately more theatric, more abandoned, but the sensations would be the same. 

Josh looked away.  Would he try her for himself?  The thought intrigued and stimulated him, but not as obviously as Christophe.

A conspicuous bulge had appeared in his lap and a quick glance at the boy's face revealed a mixture of pain and anticipation.

"You find this arousing?" Josh asked, and Christophe quickly averted his eyes.

"I don't want to touch her," he said.  "She doesn't want it."

"You want consensual sex?"

"I don't want to hurt anyone."

"But you want pleasure?"

There was a pause, then in a stricken whisper Christophe said, "Yes.  I want it."

 Slowly then, as though to pretend it was merely the weight of the denim increasing, Josh settled his hand over the bulge in Christophe's pants, his attention on the boy's face.

The huge pained eyes widened at first, then closed limply, as though to block out what was happening to his body by not seeing it.

"You want Wendee to make love to you," Josh said, easing off the ledge to crouch between the boy's legs.

Christophe melted back against the rock wall behind him, his lips parting in anticipation of the pleasure.  "Yes.  I want her to suck me again," he whispered. 

"She will," Josh assured him, unzipping the boy's jeans to release his trembling erection.  "And you'll like it."  He took Christophe's penis into his mouth, feeling the pleasure in his own loins as the boy sighed and hardened completely.

"Yes, Wendee," Christophe murmured, his head back, breaths coming faster as Josh's experienced mouth orchestrated his pleasure.  "Make love to me...  Love me..."

And Josh, his hands and mouth busy, let his mind rest easy.  Christophe would live.  He had the primary skill required to ensure his survival.

                                    
Chapter Twenty-Four

Dee was having a nightmare.  The world was on fire and she was burning up, her body being eaten by flames  and she could hear the beat of the death march.

Boom, boom, boom. 

She jerked awake and tried to open her eyes but they were glued together.  The booming sound was louder, and after a couple of confused seconds she realised it was inside her head.  She felt dizzy.  Sick.