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Benny's House
Chapter 9 – Benny's Night Out
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Tuesday 10th February 2015
It's funny to think how much I was dreading the 'prizes' for the competition. Last night with Charlie was amazing, the role play with Quentin should be fun and tonight with Philip was.... well it was just a wonderful night. On top of that, things are finally starting to look up. All the drama from last week seems like a distant memory now, let's just hope it stays that way. The last thing I need is Alex causing more trouble or things kicking off between the twins again! Nope, that's not going to happen, I won't let it. This is my house and I'm going to make being happy mandatory! LOL!
Benny stirred a little, then slowly opened his eyes. As he opened them, he found himself looking straight into Charlie's eyes, the older man gradually smiling as he saw his Master awakening.
"Morning Sir." Charlie said happily.
"Morning." Benny said, before yawning. The two of them must have shifted around during the night and were now just laying on their sides, facing each other. Benny's arm was still under Charlie's neck though. Remembering Charlie's request the night before, he rolled onto his back and pulled the man closer.
Charlie chuckled contentedly as his head came to rest on Benny's chest again.
Benny loved waking up with him, but it somehow seemed strange to not have Zane there beside him like the last two mornings. He wondered briefly if his little pup was doing okay on his own before turning his attention back to Charlie. "So you've really never had anyone hold you like this?" Benny asked quietly.
"Nope." Charlie replied with a deep breath. "Cos I'm fairly.... erm..."
"Big and manly?" Benny offered.
Charlie chuckled again. "Not quite how I'd put it, but yeah, because of that, people have always tended to cuddle up to me."
"I feel all special now." Benny said happily, giving Charlie a quick squeeze.
"You ARE special." Charlie said very matter-of-factly. He rested his chin on Benny's chest so he could stare up into the boy's face.
Benny didn't know what to say back to that, and being able to stare into his beautiful eyes again made his heart just melt. He tilted his head forward and kissed the man, but was soon interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Ugh." Benny moaned, pulling back. "Come in!" He shouted then returned to kissing Charlie.
"Morning Sir." A voice called out happily as the door opened. "Oh... morning to you both."
The kiss parted once again and they both looked round to see Philip standing there with the breakfast tray, grinning.
"Should I leave you to it?" Philip asked cheekily.
Benny couldn't help smiling at the Boy. "No, I think we're done." He said, getting an almost inaudible groan of disappointment from Charlie. Benny ignored it and pointed to the bedside table. "Just put it there for now." He looked to Charlie and said, "You can go now. I'll see you soon."
"Yes Sir." Charlie said unhappily as he started getting out of Benny's bed.
"You may as well wait outside for Philip, I just need to speak to him for a minute." Benny instructed, then looked to the Boy placing the tray at his side.
"Yes Sir." Charlie said again, then left the room and closed the door behind him.
"What can I do for you, Sir?" Philip asked politely.
Benny smiled as he sat up. Philip was always so well-behaved. As much as he enjoyed dishing out punishments, it was nice to see one of the Boy's behaving so well. "Actually." Benny said, "It's more a case of what I can do for you."
"What d'you mean, Sir?" Philip asked with a frown.
"Well I was thinking tonight might be good for your competition prize. What was it, a night with me, doing whatever I want?" Benny asked.
"Yes Sir." Philip replied.
"No more demands than that?" Benny asked, hoping to get at least some hint of the Boy's desire.
Philip shook his head. "No Sir, anything you want. You want to spend the night spanking me, that's fine, you want to just hang out, that's good too. It's totally your call. I just..." He paused, holding something back.
"Go on." Benny encouraged him.
"I just... I dunno... I've had a few things over the past few weeks where it's been just us, and I always enjoyed them, even what we did when I was drunk in your lounge. They were just... over too quickly." Philip explained.
Benny was surprised. He had though Philip far too inebriated to even remember what had happened that night in his lounge, let alone actually remembering it fondly! The young man clearly just wanted to spend more time with his Master. "Okay Boy, that's fine. I guess I'll see you tonight then."
"Yes Sir." Philip said excitedly then dashed to the door. As soon as he got outside, he found Charlie waiting for him as instructed. "Have a good night?" he asked with a sly grin.
Charlie sighed, smiling contentedly. "Yeah, you could say that."
They started heading towards the stairs as the spoke. "So what did you do?" Philip asked, hoping for some good gossip.
Charlie smiled, then stopped himself before he said anything. He knew he could tell Philip and trust him to keep it secret, the details of what he had inflicted on their master, the way he had been pushed to his limit and reduced to tears, the way they had slept in each other's arms... but he didn't. "That's... between me and Benny. Dom/Sub privilege and all that."
"Aww come on. It's my turn tonight. Tell me yours and I'll tell you what happens with mine." Philip offered as they reached the atrium.
"Sorry." Charlie said with a shrug. "It's our secret."
"Fine." Philip said unhappily, starting down the stairs to the basement. He sighed. "I'll get over it." He grinned. As much as he wanted to know what had happened, he couldn't stay annoyed at his best friend in the house. "Aww, I just realised something."
"What?" Charlie asked, frowning.
"I'm guessing I'll end up sleeping with Benny tonight, so that's gonna be two nights in a row where we can't have our usual midnight chat." Philip said unhappily.
Charlie threw an arm around Philip's shoulder as they headed into their Dorm. "Aww, you're gonna miss me? That's so sweet."
"Fuck off." Philip chuckled as he pushed Charlie away.
Benny sat on the stairs as usual watching everyone arrive home. For a change he was sat at the bottom though as he needed to speak to a couple of the Boys. Taro, Henry and Anthony were first home, getting stripped at the door and given their instructions for the night. Philip was next. Benny immediately got up to greet him.
"No need for that." Roger said to the twenty-five-year-old as he started to strip.
"Why not?" Philip asked, looking concerned at the comment. He felt even more nervous as he saw Benny approach.
"Because your prize is tonight, and we're going out." Benny said happily, leading Philip away. "Be ready at six."
"What are we doing?" Philip asked anxiously.
"You requested a night with me, that's what you're getting. Relax, you're gonna have fun." Benny reassured him.
Philip smiled back happily and said, "Thanks Sir. Guess I'll see you later then." He headed off towards the basement as Benny returned to his previous seat on the stairs.
Benny continued watching as Charlie came in, flashing a cheesy grin at the young Master. He couldn't help but smile back. He dashed towards the basement stairs after he had been stripped and given his instructions for the night. Abdul and Malik were next, soon followed by David.
Benny got up from his seat again when he saw Alex and Zane walk through the door. "Hi Sir!" Zane said happily.
Benny once again found himself unable to fight back a smile at the Boy's cheerful greeting. "Hello Zane." he said as flatly as he could manage.
"Strip!" Roger snapped at the Boy.
Zane quickly started undressing, looking decidedly nervous under Roger's steely gaze.
"Not you though." Benny said, leading Alex away from the other two.
"What have I done now?" Alex asked as Benny lead him towards the private lounge.
Zane's clothes were quickly removed and folded alongside the clothes of the other Boys, leaving him looking even more nervous in front of Roger. "Wh.... what should I do tonight, Sir?" he stuttered quietly.
Roger smiled cruelly. "Oh, you're with me tonight, Boy. Room two downstairs after dinner. Understand?"
"Yes Sir." Zane said, cowering slightly from the man.
"Now go!" Roger barked, making Zane jump and take off at a run across the atrium. He smirked at the Boy's reaction. From what Benny had told him, Zane was somewhat challenging at times. Roger looked forward to the challenge.
Meanwhile, inside the private lounge, Alex stood nervously looking between Benny and the stranger sat in one of the chairs. "What's.... going on?" he asked hesitantly.
Benny nudged him over towards the seats, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa. The young Master remained standing. "Alex, this is Victor. Victor, this is Alex."
"Um... hi." Alex said, shifting nervously in his seat. The man opposite was about fifty, with dark, side-parted hair flecked with streaks of grey. He was slimly built and dressed in a dark grey suit.
"Hello Alex." he said back politely.
"Sorry to just spring this on you Alex, but Victor is a psychotherapist. He's quite busy so when I found out he was free this evening, I decided to take this opportunity. He's here to talk to you about the problems you've had." Benny explained.
Alex looked thoroughly blind-sided. "Wh... what have you told him?" he asked, wide-eyed.
"If you mean about your problems, nothing at all. I know it's not my place to say. If you mean about the house... well he's fully aware of what goes on here." Benny said, looking briefly to Victor then back to Alex. "Victor was actually one of my first subs."
Alex looked even more shocked. He couldn't imagine the very formal looking older gentleman under Benny's control.
"So I guess I'll leave you to it. I'm going to be going out for the evening, so Victor, I'll call you tomorrow and Alex, I'll see you tomorrow." Benny said as he turned and headed for the door.
Alex stared at the man for a moment.
"So Alex, what do you want to talk about?" Victor asked quietly.
Despite Benny's reassurances and repeated attempts at conversation, Philip remained almost completely silent throughout the whole taxi ride. It was only when they reached their destination and got out that he said anything. "What are we doing here, Sir?" he asked nervously.
Benny looked up at the building in front of them – the cinema. He gave Philip a very confused look. "Erm... what do you think we're doing here!" He said sarcastically. "And while we're out, don't call me Sir, call me Benny."
"Yes Sir." Philip said, still looking round nervously.
Benny smirked and shook his head, then started leading the young man into the building. "So I'm guessing this isn't what you imagined we'd be doing tonight then?" He asked as they headed for the ticket machine.
"No Sir.... erm... Benny, Sir." Philip stuttered.
Benny giggled again at the man's attempt to change his reflex. "Well I hope you don't mind me using you as an excuse for a night out of the house."
"No Sir, it's... it's nice." Philip mumbled. "It's almost like we're on a date!" He immediately blushed at the comment, a look of panic spreading across his face. "Is... is this a date?"
Benny grinned, but flinched inwardly. He still had to address the issue of in-house dating and Philip's comment only served to remind him of it. "No, Philip, this isn't a date." Benny said, shaking his head. "Well, I mean, we're seeing a film, then going for dinner and then we'll probably go home and have sex, so it's not totally unlike a date, but don't worry, we're still just Master and Boy!" Benny joked.
Philip didn't laugh though, he just looked more nervous.
Benny shook his head and took the tickets from the machine. He sighed as they started walking towards the screens and looked round at Philip. "Why are you so nervous?"
Philip looked like a small woodland creature caught in the headlights of an oncoming creature, the question only serving to emphasise his nerves. "It... it's just... it's you!" he stuttered. When Benny frowned at him, he continued. "You're... you're like the boss and... and a crush and.... a celebrity, all rolled into one. And most of us never really get to be alone with you. It's just... a bit scary."
Benny stopped walking, grabbing Philip's arm to make him stop too. "Look." he said, taking a deep breath. "I understand all that, but.... get over it! Right now, I'm not any of that, I'm just.... a normal guy. Okay?"
"Okay." Philip said with a nod and a forced smile.
Benny rolled his eyes at Philip's reaction. "Come on then." He said, prompting him to continue walking.
Roger stood in Room two, waiting impatiently. Eventually the door opened and Zane peered inside.
"C... can I come in?" the Boy asked shakily.
Roger stared for a moment, then nodded slowly.
Zane walked in and headed for the massive General.
"Door!" Roger snapped.
Zane stopped and looked back. He had left the door open intentionally. "I left it open for the others."
"I said.... Door!" Roger snarled.
Zane immediately dashed back and closed it, then turned back top Roger.
"And just so you know, there won't be any others." Roger said sharply.
Zane's eyes widened. "It's.... just the two of us?"
Roger smiled wickedly. "Wow, you can count that high, you're smarter than I thought."
"Th... thank you Sir." Zane mumbled shyly.
"I think I'll have to take that back. Are you actually too stupid to know when you're being insulted?" Roger asked, shaking his head.
"Yes Sir... I mean No Sir.... I mean.... erm." Zane replied, already looking completely flustered.
"Come and stand here." Roger said, pointing to the spot right in front of him.
Zane quickly complied, standing in front of the General, but staring down at the ground between them. His cock was rigid already, having started stiffening at Roger's first comment.
"Look at me, Boy." Roger snapped loud enough to actually make the Boy jump.
Zane stared up into the aggressive young man's eyes. Roger just stared back blankly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized up the Boy. A couple of minutes in, Zane's hands started trembling, followed shortly after by the rest of him. A few minutes after that the Boy broke the eye-lock, looking back to the ground.
"I SAID LOOK AT ME, BOY!" Roger bellowed.
Zane closed his eyes and shook his head, but didn't say anything. He felt Roger's chunky hand grab his jaw, tilting his head upwards, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Open your eyes." Roger said calmly. When Zane still refused to comply, he raised his voice again. "I SAID OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!"
Zane's eyes shot open as his breath caught in his throat.
Wesley stood in Room One, waiting nervously. His duties that night had been allowed by Roger and Benny at Wesley's own request, but that didn't stop the young General from being nervous about it. 'You've had handled whole groups before, keeping them under control, keeping them aroused, keeping them compliant, so why are you so nervous about handling just one Boy tonight?' Wesley asked himself.
"Hey." Charlie said with a smile as he walked in.
'That's why!' Wesley thought to himself as his twin walked in. He took a deep breath. It was strange seeing his brother fully exposed, not so much for the nudity itself, but because of the change. Before their recent reunion, the last time he had see his twin naked, he had been in his early teens. Now though, he was very much a man. Regardless of the relationship between the two, Wesley couldn't deny that Charlie was an extremely good looking guy with an amazing body.
"Hello Boy." Wesley finally managed to say back.
Charlie's expression changed. For just a moment, he thought he was facing his brother, but the way he had been addressed made it immediately clear that the young man before him was his master for the evening. Any other relationship didn't matter. It had taken some getting used to seeing Wesley as a figure of authority. In their youth, even before their father had started his systematic abuse and degradation, Wesley had never assertive in any way. Now though, the way he carried himself in the house, the respect the other Boys clearly had for him, even the way he stood in the room, it painted a very different picture of who he was now.
"Is it just us... Sir?" Charlie asked, noting the unusually empty room. He wasn't particularly experienced in household activities yet, but he knew that usually there were normally at least a few Boys assigned to each General.
"Yes." Wesley said flatly. "I requested this. I needed to know if I can carry out my duties without.... other things getting in the way."
Charlie nodded his understanding. It made sense really and it was something he had thought of himself more than once. "So what do you want me to do Sir?"
"Come here." Wesley ordered, moving towards a large wooden X in one corner of the room.
Charlie approached it nervously then turned his back to it as his master instructed. Wesley set about securing the Boy's arms and legs against the stand. Charlie briefly glanced down at his stiffening cock then blushed as he looked his brother in the eye.
Wesley grinned at his brother's embarrassment. "Come on, it's not like it's the first time I've seen it. I gave you your first hand job, remember."
The comment only made Charlie blush even more as his cock twitched excitedly.
Wesley walked away, shaking his head. He grabbed his favourite floggers from the wall of tools – sturdy metal handles with dozens of thin strips of black leather hanging from them.
Charlie's breaths grew quick and rapid as he saw his master approaching with the two items.
"Relax, this won't hurt too much." Wesley said reassuringly, then grinned wickedly and added, "At least not at first."
Philip's nervousness had continued all the way until the film had actually started. He had been expecting the young Master to sneak in some nasty surprise, forcing him to strip, or jerk off once the lights went down, but nothing of the sort had occurred.
Benny had remained acutely aware of Philip's trepidation. It was a few minutes into the film when he leaned over to the older man and whispered in his ear, "Relax, I'm not going to do anything, just enjoy yourself." When the reassurance failed to put him at ease, Benny had reached across and taken Philip's hand.
The hand holding had made Philip even more scared at first, but gradually it had the affect Benny had wanted. He could feel Philip's hand relaxing bit by bit.
By the end of the movie, Philip was actually able to return Benny's smile as the boy peered round at him. "That was awesome." Philip said happily.
"Yeah, I liked it too." Benny agreed as they got up, finally letting go of each other's hands. "So where do you fancy for dinner?"
Philip shrugged. "I don't mind." He said non-committally.
Benny grinned. He momentarily cursed himself for even bothering to ask. Someone as passive and submissive as Philip was never going to actually pick anywhere. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's go Mexican."
"That's good for me." Philip agreed happily as they followed the crowd out of the cinema.
As they casually strolled towards the restaurant Benny had chosen, Philip looked sideways at Benny and asked, "So if this actually was a date, would you have done anything different so far?"
Benny looked thoughtful for a moment, smiling inwardly at the first signs of an actual conversation. "Well if it was a first date, no, this is what I'd do. If it was, like, the third or fourth, let's just say it wouldn't have been your hand I was holding in there!"
Philip chuckled at the boy's comment. "Then we should definitely do this a few more times then!"
Benny grinned back at him, but it quickly faded away. Once again he found his mind lingering on the imminent decision he had to make about in-house dating.
Philip frowned. "Sorry, should I not have said that?" he asked nervously.
Benny sighed and looked round at him. "No, it's not that, it's just.... can I ask your opinion on something?"
"Sure." Philip replied with a casual shrug.
"I'm having to think about where I stand on relationships between people in the house." Benny explained. "And I don't know whether to allow it or not."
"Well, no... obviously!" Philip said instantly without hesitating for a moment.
Benny actually chuckled at the instantaneous reply. "Why not?"
"Well it's your house, you're the master, we're your Boys so we're there to serve you." Philip explained matter-of-factly.
Benny stopped walking and looked Philip up and down, his head tilted slightly. As Philip stopped too and looked back, Benny asked, "Is that... really how you feel?"
Philip nodded, his eyebrows raised. "Yeah, I'm at the house because I'm yours."
"Thank you." Benny replied sincerely. He blushed slightly, it was definitely not what he had expected to hear, but it filled his heart with joy. He attempted to speak, but got a little choked up. When he finally managed to compose himself, he cleared his throat and said, "Come on. Enough of this mushy crap, I'm hungry!"
"Please, please... no more." Zane gasped, laying face down on the floor.
Roger towered over the exhausted boy. It had become immediately clear that Zane had come into the room expecting some kind of sexual activity, maybe even sexual torture as he had been visibly surprised by the exercises Roger put him through. They had started with jumping jacks, followed by squats, then sit-ups and finally onto push-ups.
Zane had managed to keep himself going through all the physical exertions, although he had been close to tears for most of it. Roger had been barking insults and slurs at him the whole time.
Finally though, he had reached his limit. The Boy lay on the floor, panting and whimpering, dripping with sweat and cheeks wet with tears.
"You fucking useless excuse for a man. Is that really all you can do? Fucking pathetic!" Roger sneered down at him.
"Please..." Zane whimpered.
"Stop fucking whining." Roger snapped. "Push yourself back up, NOW!"
Zane complied, placing his palms face-down on the ground and raising his body up with every remaining bit of strength he had.
"And hold it!" Roger ordered.
Zane looked up at him in despair. It had taken everything he had just to get himself off the floor, holding himself up like that seemed outright impossible. "I can't... hold it... Sir." Zane gasped. His arms were already wobbling.
"You'll fucking hold it for as long as I tell you to!" Roger snapped, dropping to his knees beside the boy, bellowing in his ear.
As Zane flinched away from the shout, his arms gave way and he hit the ground with a heavy thud.
Roger leant down, his lips almost touching the Boy's ear. "You weak, pathetic little piece of shit. Did I say you could drop?"
Zane, his cheeks already streaked with tears burst into heavy sobs, weakly curling up into the foetal position, his face buried in his hand.
Roger stood back up. His work was done. His task for the evening had been the same as he did to every new Boy, testing his responses to physical exhaustion and verbal abuse. Some of the Boys took it extremely well, holding up for extended periods and easily dismissing the yells of abuse. Others gave in quickly and called out the safe word.
Zane had done neither really. He had not endured anywhere near as much as some of the others, yet he had not given up either. Roger had asked the Boy before they started and half way through if he was aware of the safe word, which he had been, but he had never used it. It was an interesting reaction and not one Roger had encountered before. Resistant endurance or outright submission he was used to, but Zane remained curled up, sobbing.
As Roger continued watching, he began to feel something unusual – sympathy. He could usually detach himself emotionally from the discomfort he caused because of the Boys' reactions. If they endured, he would simply resolve to break them next time. If they simply gave in, they would incur his contempt. But this, the reaction before him now, being so visibly broken, yet so stubbornly refusing submission, it was actually beginning to get to him.
The large man dropped back down to his knees again, but instead of leaning over to shout more abuse, he simply placed a hand on Zane's bare back. He knew the Boy was breathing heavily, but as he got closer, he could hear wheezing.
"Zane, Zane are you okay?" Roger asked, panicking.
The Boy looked up at him, gasping for breath in between sobs. "I... I can't... breathe." He gasped. "Inhaler... in.... my room...."
Roger immediately jumped up and ran out of the room. He ran into Dorm Four and opened the large wardrobe door with 'Zane' written on the name plate. Thankfully, the inhaler was immediately visible on one of the shelves. He snatched it and ran back to the Boy.
"Here." Roger said as he knelt at the Boy's side, handing it to him.
Zane quickly grabbed it and took a couple of puffs, his breathing immediately getting easier. He curled back up as he started to catch his breath, but felt Roger moving into a sitting position beside him. The larger man positioned his leg under the Boy's head as a makeshift pillow, then started stroking his fingers through his hair.
"Did I do okay?"the Boy asked, slowly regaining his composure.
"You did great." Roger said back reassuringly.
********** Wesley grinned at the sound of his floggers lashing against Charlie's chest and sniggered at the whimper of pain the followed. The young General had gradually worked his way from his brother's feet, all the way up to ends of the raised arms and then back down again, reddening his entire body.
Charlie had been silent at first, but was beginning to make more and more noise as the lashes really started to bite. He made the most satisfying noises when the leather tips of the flogger made contact with his pert nipples or rigid cock.
Wesley heard his twin breathe a sigh of relief when the floggers were returned to their spot on the wall, followed by a whimper of slightly fearful pleasure as he retrieved a brown leather paddle in their place.
"For every strike, you will say, 'Thank You Sir'. Is that understood?" Wesley snapped.
"Yes Sir!" Charlie replied immediately.
Wesley had no intentions of easing his brother in gently. From the previous week's activities, it had already been established that the muscular young man could withstand quite a lot. Admittedly that had been at the hands of a different General because of their issues at the time, so he had yet to experience the true master at work.
SMACK! The paddle made contact with Charlie's right pectoral.
"AAARGH!" Charlie called out in response. He had obviously been expecting a gentle increase in pressure as there had been with the flogger. Instead, it felt like Wesley had put everything he had into that one strike.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO SAY!" Wesley bellowed and swung the paddle again, making contact with the other side of Charlie's chest.
SMACK! "Thank you Sir!" Charlie called out, then whimpered through heavy breaths.
SMACK! The paddle slapped firmly into Charlie's abs. "Th... thank you Sir." Charlie said weakly, his jaw clenched.
Wesley reached up and placed a hand on his brother's cheek. "Breathe." He said softly. "Breathe through the pain, it really helps." He added.
Charlie nodded, sucking in deep breaths as he watched Wesley step away again.
SMACK! The paddle hit Charlie's left thigh. "Thank you Sir."
SMACK! The right thigh. "Thank you Sir."
Charlie's breaths were accented by slight whimpers of pain. He was no longer able to look at Wesley, instead focusing straight down at the floor.
Wesley swung the paddle again, gentler this time, but a quick barrage of hits – both biceps, chest, stomach, both thighs, both shins.
"Thank you Sir!" Charlie attempted to call out after each, but after the fifth strike it had just blurred into a quiet mantra of "thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Okay Boy, just one strike left." Wesley teased. He placed the paddle on one of the raised arms. "Should it be up here." He started moving the paddle to each body part as he mentioned it. "Or your chest. Maybe your stomach. Legs again? Or how about.... here." He slid the paddle up the leg and rested it against Charlie's balls, hanging free beneath his rigid cock.
"No!" Charlie begged. "No no no no no, please no." He finally looked Wesley in the eye again as he pleaded for mercy.
Wesley grinned as he swung the paddle back. "But it's just one hit."
"Please, please Sir. I'm begging you, not that." Charlie continued.
Wesley moved the paddle back even further, grinning wickedly at the almost tearful whimpering it was eliciting.
"Wes, please." Charlie begged weakly.
"What's it worth?" Wesley asked, lowering the paddle slightly.
"What?" Charlie asked, the question catching him slightly by surprise.
"What's it worth?" Wesley repeated. "If I don't do it, what do I get in return?"
Charlie looked round nervously, as if some divine inspiration was going to appear out of thin air.
"I'm waiting." Wesley said impatiently, raising the paddle again.
"I'll jerk you off!" Charlie blurted out suddenly.
It was Wesley's turn to be caught off guard. The paddle dropped to his side as he stood frowning at his twin.
"Like when we were kids, the way you used to jerk me off but I never did it back to you." Charlie explained quickly, still attempting to catch his breath.
"So all I had to do to get you to return the favour was tie you up and beat you?" Wesley asked with a grin. "I think I'd prefer it it if you actually wanted to do it too, you know!"
"I did. I do.... I mean, I wanted to!" Charlie stuttered nervously. Wesley stared back at him in silence, eyes narrowing. "Back then, I mean. I wanted to do it back to you, I just didn't.... I didn't want to be gay!"
Benny sat staring at Philip open-mouthed. "He really said that about me?" the young Master asked in shock.
Philip nodded and they both burst into laughter. The Boy's nervousness had died down during the film, but had melted away completely over dinner. Just as Benny had hoped, they were now acting more like friends than Master/Sub. He did not want to lose that relationship with Philip, but their night out was meant to be a treat, a special occasion, so that allowed for the dropping of former barriers, if only for a little while.
"Yep." Philip replied with a grin. "You'd be amazed what we all say about you when you're not around."
"Hmm, well maybe I'm better off not knowing. Don't want you breaking anyone's trust and telling me things you shouldn't." Benny said thoughtfully. Truthfully he would have loved to hear every detail, but he feared that not everything would be as pleasant as the story Philip had just told.
"Okay." Philip nodded his agreement. "Hey, erm... thanks for tonight, it's been really fun."
Benny shook his head. "You've already thanked me enough. You don't need to keep saying it."
"I know, it's just... it means a lot and I know it's not likely to happen again." Philip replied, finishing his drink.
"You never know, you might win another contest." Benny joked, chuckling slightly. He suddenly went silent as an idea began to form.
"What?" Philip asked, looking nervous at the sudden change.
"Did you guys enjoy the competition?" Benny asked curiously.
Philip thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah. I mean, a few of the guys didn't particularly enjoy what we had to do, but having an actual competition, something to work for, it really got us all going. Everyone wanted the prize!"
Benny slowly nodded his head, lost in thought. "D'you think... they'd all enjoy another one?"
"Definitely!" Philip said, his eyes lighting up. "Particularly if you keep the same prize. I know I'd love to win again!"
"I'll have to think about that, then." Benny said as he put some money down with the bill. "Come on, let's get home." He got up and started putting on his coat with Philip following close behind.
"I was kinda hoping you'd have other plans." Philip said downheartedly.
Benny grinned, grabbing his arm. "I have. I'm gonna fuck you senseless!"
There was a gasp of disgust from an elderly woman who overheard the comment as they passed.
"Oh get over it!" Benny snapped at the woman who was sitting with what appeared to be her husband. "Just because you haven't done it since the seventies doesn't mean nobody else fucks!"
"You got that right, kid!" The elderly man said unhappily.
Benny and Philip burst into laughter, walking away to the sounds of a growing argument from the table.
"You're so bad!" Philip chuckled as he followed Benny out.
Roger had sat with Zane until he had stopped crying and regained his breath, the teenager now just leaning against him and enjoying the feel of the large twenty-year-old's fingers running through his hair. The Boy had been lost in a jumble of emotions from the activities Roger had put him through. The demeaning yells and shouts had broken him emotionally, yet turned him on at the same time. More confusingly, Roger terrified the boy, but the tender attention he had given afterwards had filled him with an affectionate warmth.
"You doing okay?" Roger finally asked.
"Yeah." Zane replied weakly. As much as he was beginning to feel better, the exercises he had endured had tired him out. He was far from unfit, but that level of activity was far beyond his usual routine and he found himself aching all over. Muscles he didn't even know he had seemed to be throbbing.
"Why didn't you say the safe word?" Roger asked quietly.
"I don't quit!" Zane said flatly.
Roger smiled briefly before it broke into a frown. "You should be careful with an attitude like that. Sometimes we won't stop until you tell us to, so if you're not willing to quit you could really get hurt. Same goes for the asthma, that's really something you should have told us."
"I know. I just... I want to be a good sub and I know I can't do that if I shout out the safety word as soon as I get a bit upset. And I didn't want you to think I couldn't handle things just because I have asthma." Zane replied. He attempted to sit up but groaned with pain from the exercise, prompting Roger to assist.
The large General sat staring at Zane for a moment. He was rapidly beginning to understand what Benny had been saying about the new Boy, he was definitely not like most of the others. As much as Roger could see the dangers of his stubbornness, something about it was quite endearing too. He stood up and reached a hand down to Zane. "Up you get."
Zane took the hand and suddenly felt himself shooting upwards as Roger easily pulled him up onto his feet. He let out another groan of pain.
"I guess we're done for the night." Roger said, feeling slightly guilty over the Boy's condition.
"No." Zane objected. "Aren't you gonna let me do anything about this?" He gestured to his erection, before looking back to Roger and adding, "Or I thought you might want me to... do some stuff for you too."
Roger chuckled. "Zane, you can barely move."
The Boy shrugged and replied, "Yeah, but if you order it then I've just gotta get on with it, haven't I!"
The General smiled. "I guess you do." He reached down to his waistband, undid his trousers and let them drop, closely followed by his underwear. His cock hung down, enlarged slightly but not yet hard. "Suck it!"
Zane was already heading for the exposed cock before he heard the instruction to do so. With a pained thud, he dropped to his knees and reached up with one hand to guide the large tool into his mouth.
"Mmm, yeah." Roger moaned happily as the Boy got to work. He definitely knew how to handle a cock!
"Can I jerk off, Sir?" Zane asked, momentarily pulling the now-hard cock from his mouth. He looked up happily at the pleasured expression he was causing.
"No." Roger said, looking back down at him. "Just suck!"
"Yes Sir!" Zane replied, plunging the erection back down his throat.
Roger's hands found their way onto Zane's shoulders, before slowly sliding up his neck and onto the back of his head, moving back and forth with his motions.
"Mmmm, ah, yeah!" Roger grunted excitedly. His fingers tightened, grasping the Boy's hair. He took control, pulling Zane back and forth as his hips thrust, fucking the Boy's throat vigorously.
"Aaaaaaaah, fuuuuuck!" Roger called out as he started to cum. The first shot went down Zane's throat, but then he pulled his cock out and shot the rest across his face, covering both cheeks and his forehead with thick white goo. "Stand up!" Roger ordered.
Zane had to grasp onto Roger to lift himself, but managed to get up onto his feet.
Roger turned the Boy around and reached his arms down around his waist, nuzzling his face into Zane's neck. His hands soon found their way onto his throbbing cock.
"Wait." Zane said, pulling away. He turned and reached for Roger's shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and dropping it to the floor. "Okay, carry on." He said, turning round again.
Roger was a little confused at first, but as he wrapped himself around the Boy again, he began to understand. Suddenly he felt skin-on-skin as his now-bare chest rested against Zane's back. He knew he should have been annoyed or insulted at the boy's audacity, but he just couldn't find it in himself. Instead he just stood there enjoying the intimate contact as his hands got to work on the desperate erection.
Soon it was Zane's turn to moan excitedly as his cock erupted in Roger's hand, shooting several thick globs onto the floor in front of them. They remained standing together for several moments, Roger's hands caressing up and down the Boy's lightly-haired torso.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" Zane asked quietly.
"What!" Roger said, suddenly letting go and standing away. The request caught him completely off guard.
"Tonight, can I sleep with you, in your bed?" Zane clarified his request.
Roger shook his head. "Sorry, that's not allowed."
Zane thought he could see a hint of regret on the young man's face, or perhaps that was just what he wanted to see, but he nodded gently. "Okay, I understand."
Roger quickly dressed, Zane's eyes following his every move. "You're free to go now." He said, quickly heading for the door.
Zane stretched a little, attempting to loosen his tight muscles before heading out too. After a quick shower, he headed back to his Dorm where he found Alex laying alone on his bunk.
"Hey." Zane said quietly, smiling at his friend.
"Hey." Alex said back flatly.
Zane walked over to Alex's bunk and sat on the end of it. "What's wrong?" he asked, casually placing a hand on Alex's shin.
Alex opened his mouth to reply, but no words emerged. Instead he sighed and shrugged.
"What is it?" Zane continued to probe, looking a little concerned.
"I just.... it's nothing." Alex said, shaking his head.
"Whatever." Zane huffed, standing up. "You decide you wanna talk, you know where I'll be." He headed to the ladder up to his bunk, letting out a grunt of pain as he climbed.
"What's wrong with you?" Alex asked, leaning out from his bunk to look at the climbing Boy.
"It's nothing!" Zane said, mocking Alex's words.
"Fuck off then!" Alex snapped, disappearing back onto his bunk.
"Fuck you too." Zane mumbled half-heartedly as he carefully climbed the rest of the way up.
Wesley sat staring at his brother. They had left the basement play room and headed up into the Generals' lounge for privacy. It appeared Malik and Roger were still occupied elsewhere as the room was empty. The young General hadn't said anything to Charlie since his earlier comment, nor had the other twin attempted to add anything else.
"So you knew you were gay, even back then and you never told me?" Wesley asked.
It was clear from Wesley's tone that the realisation had hurt him, Charlie hadn't even had to look at his face to confirm it. He simply nodded as he stared down at his hands.
"But we told each other everything. How could you have kept that from me?" Wesley pleaded.
Charlie shrugged. "I don't know, it was just... I dunno, you seemed to take to it naturally, but to me it just felt... wrong!"
"You think being gay is wrong?" Wesley snapped angrily.
Charlie finally looked up at him, his eyes wide, shaking his hands in front of him. "No, no, I don't, not now. But I was just a kid, I didn't know how to handle it."
Wesley looked away, shaking his head as he closed his eyes for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes opened, his face turning pale.
"What?" Charlie asked nervously.
"The computer. The...the browser history. I cleared it every time I looked at anything on there, I know I did." Wesley said, his eyes haunted, as if even thinking about those painful years was hurting him.
"Lee, did you... did you look at gay sites on Dad's computer?" He asked, beginning to shake.
"Wes... I...." Charlie stammered.
"Charlie!" Wesley snapped.
"Yes." Charlie replied immediately.
"So... so that day Mum and Dad found it, was that... stuff you'd been looking at?" Wesley asked, his breathing speeding up as his heart pounded.
Charlie just nodded.
Wesley was almost hyperventilating, his eyes filling with tears. Getting outed to their homophobic father had been the trigger point of the worst time of his life. He had spent many sleepless nights cursing his own carelessness for getting him caught, but to find out it had actually been because of Charlie... it was almost too much to bear.
"Wes... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." Charlie insisted, his hands trembling.
"You... you're sorry?" Wesley asked, staring at him incredulously. "You're sorry? YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY?" He stood as he started to yell. "I LOST MY FAMILY, I LOST MY HOME, I LOST EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOU'RE SORRY?"
Charlie shrank back further and further into his seat, cowering at the aggressive tone.
"Look at this!" Wesley snapped, pulling his t-shirt off over his head. He turned his back to his brother, revealing dozens of thin scars across his back. "You know what they are? They're scars. You know how I got them? I went home with some guy because I was cold and hungry and had no place to go and he tied me up and he whipped me until I bled. The more I screamed, the harder he did it. And you know what, that wasn't even the worst thing that happened to me... and you're sorry?"
Tears streamed down Charlie's face as he stared at the marks.
Wesley pulled his t-shirt back on and glared at his twin. "I... I can't even look at you right now. Go to your dorm!"
"Yes Sir." Charlie sniffed, jumping to his feet. He ran to the door so fast he almost knocked Malik over as he walked in.
"What's going on?" Malik asked as Charlie rushed by. He looked across at Wesley who dropped onto one of the sofas. "Wesley?" Malik said as he approached.
Wesley stared round at his approaching friend and attempted to hold back to maintain his dignity.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Malik asked, sitting beside him.
The question was enough to set Wesley off. He burst into tears, burying his face in his hands.
Malik immediately put his arms around the distraught young man, holding him tightly.
Benny and Philip walked slowly up the driveway. Rather than getting the taxi to drive them all the way up to the house, Benny had gotten out on the street to allow a few more minutes for them to be together as Philip seemed to be enjoying their evening so much.
Philip sighed as he looked up at the large house. "So does this mean I have to start calling you Sir again?" He asked quietly.
"Afraid so." Benny nodded. "But don't worry, the evening's not over yet."
"Good, I don't want it to be!" Philip replied honestly.
Benny smiled round at him, then lopped his arm through the older man's as they walked. "Well it looks like the place managed to survive a night without me. That's good I suppose." Benny joked.
"Don't be so sure, you've not got inside yet!" Philip chuckled back.
"Good point!" Benny conceded. "But at least I can't see flames or ambulances, that's gotta be a good sign!"
"Let's hope so." Philip nodded with a grin.
"Not our problem anyway." Benny said confidently. "As soon as we get in, we're going straight up to my room."
"Then what the hell are we walking for?" Philip asked, bursting into a sprint.
Benny laughed, shaking his head, then took off after him. Philip stood waiting for him at the top of the steps and they walked into the house together.
"Hello?" Benny called out, almost alarmed by the eerie quietness. When he got no reply, he shrugged and lead Philip straight across the atrium to the staircase and headed up. They heard voices coming from the Generals' Lounge, but continued straight past.
"We made it." Philip said happily as the door to Benny's room closed behind him.
"Come on, I need a shower." Benny said, heading for his private bathroom. Seeing the Boy's confusion over the command to follow, he added, "And you're joining me!"
Philip followed eagerly, both of them removing their clothes as they walked. By the time they reach the bathroom and Benny turned on the shower, they were both naked... and hard!
Benny grabbed the older man and shoved him roughly into the large shower cubicle, the multiple jets of water coming from above and the sides immediately soaking him. Benny watched for a moment as the water darkened the hair on his head and body before jumping in to join him, closing the frosted glass door behind him.
The young Master pulled Philip into a kiss, their arms wrapping around each other as the water splashed down their bodies. Both of them moaned happily as they embraced.
"Oh Sir." Philip grunted as their lips parted momentarily.
Their bodies pressed together, smooth skin against hairy. "Tell me you're mine again." Benny whispered in his ear.
"I'm yours. Completely yours. I belong to you, Master." Philip called out as Benny nipped at his neck.
"Turn round." Benny growled excitedly. As Philip turned, Benny pushed him against the wall, then grabbed some shower gel as make-shift lube and stroked it onto his straining cock. He had to pull down on Philip's shoulders to make him squat a little, then started pushing into his hole.
"Ah, ah Sir, yes." Philip moaned out excitedly as the boy's cock filled his rear. His hand made its way down to his own cock, but was quickly slapped away by his master.
"Not yet!" Benny growled from behind him.
The Master continued to fuck his Boy, slamming him firmly against the tiled wall.
"Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum." Benny snarled happily.
"Can I taste it, Sir?" Philip requested, looking back.
Benny grinned at him and nodded, pulling out and stroking his cock as Philip turned and knelt down. Philip opened his mouth just in time to receive Benny's load, the young Master mewing happily as he shot squirt after squirt of jizz into his slave's mouth.
"Good boy." Benny said, reaching down and running his fingers through Philip's wet hair. "Now stand up."
The Boy complied, standing straight up as Benny set about washing him. In reality, it was just an excuse to touch the older man all over, heightening his already-inflated sense of arousal. Benny washed down one side of his body, ending with a quick soaping of his cock. He did the other side and again ended with his fingers caressing both Philip's shaft and his balls, although they had already been cleaned. Next he crouched down and started working his way up one leg, again finishing with a caress of the cock and then a fourth time after doing the other leg.
"Oh God." Philip moaned. The continued teasing of his boner was beginning to get to him and he worried he could erupt at any moment. He made sure to hold back though. He was enjoying the intimate moment with his master and didn't want to end it prematurely!
"All done." Benny said with a grin, giving his sub's solid shaft another stroke before turning off the shower.
"Th... thank you Sir." Philip stuttered, still forcing himself to hold back.
Once they had dried off, with Benny continuing to reach out and tug at Philip's cock occasionally to ensure he remained up, they headed to Benny's bed. Benny lay down, his own cock hard once again, but gestured for Philip to remain standing.
"Would you like to cum, Boy?" Benny asked with a sly grin.
"Yes... yes please Sir." Philip answered immediately.
"Have you ever cum just from anal stimulation?" Benny asked.
Philip nodded nervously, looking his naked Master up and down. It still amazed him that the boy could look so young, yet act so masterful. The dichotomy itself was quite arousing. "Y... yes Sir, a few times."
"Good, than climb on and get to work." Benny ordered, gesturing to his own erection. "But if I cum before you, you don't get to cum tonight."
Philip's eyes widened as he began to understand the order. He grabbed for the lube on the bedside table and eagerly applied it to his rear before straddling Benny and guiding his cock inside. He started moving round, attempting to position himself to increase maximum pressure on his prostate. Once he found the perfect angle, he started bouncing up and down.
At first Philip worried he might not be able to do it, but feeling Benny's cock inside him while looking down at the teenager, his smooth, slim flawless body, his beautiful face, the mop of still-wet blonde hair... it was all speeding him towards a climax. The problem was, it appeared to be having the same effect on his Master who appeared to be enjoying it more and more with every thrust.
He could feel himself just moments away from release when suddenly he felt a warmth inside, the teenage cock inside him twitching.
"Noooo." Philip whimpered as he slowed to a halt, feeling his orgasm begin to subside.
Benny stared up at his slave and smiled warmly. "Okay, just this once I'm gonna let you off. Tonight is supposed to be your prize after all." he said softly. He reached up and took hold of Philip's cock and gave it a few strokes. That was all it took to make him ejaculate.
Moments later, Philip's thrilled panting stopped and Benny was covered in his spunk. "Tha... thank you.... thank you Sir." Philip whispered as he began to catch his breath.
"My pleasure." Benny said happily, then looked down at his cum-covered torso. "I think I need another shower... wanna join me again?"
Philip just nodded happily as he climbed off the boy.
Twenty minutes and a third fuck later, Benny returned to the bed once again. Benny got in on his usual side, sitting up to write in his diary while Philip finished up in the bathroom. Once the older man returned, he lay beside Benny, both laying on their sides to face each other.
"I know you told me to stop saying it, but thanks for tonight." Philip said, barely above a whisper.
Benny reached up and brushed the back of his fingers down Philip's cheek. "You're welcome." Benny replied. "And thank you to you too."
"For what?" Philip asked with a slight frown.
Benny smiled. "For being such a good Boy. I'm really glad you're in my house."
Philip blushed as he smiled at the comment. Benny turned off the light and turned over, shuffling backwards until his body came into contact with Philip's, the two of them cuddling together until they fell asleep.