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Benny's House
Chapter 10 – Talking, Stalking, and Classroom Gawking
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Thursday 12th February 2015
So, today was actually a good day. I know, I didn't think they actually happened any more! I'm not saying everything's perfect because it's far from it, but compared to some of the crap we've had going on lately, I'm happy with it. Also, as of today all the competition prizes are done and out of the way. All that's left is the punishment for the losing team. I might save that for the gathering on Saturday, it'll give us something fun to do (well, most of us anyway lol)
For once, Benny awoke alone. He had been so worn out from attempting to mediate the renewed Wesley/Charlie and Alex/Zane conflicts the previous night that he didn't even bother picking anyone to join him. He had managed to calm things down a little between the twins. It hadn't been easy, but he understood the situation which made it easier to work with.
Alex and Zane though, those two just seemed to have fallen out over nothing. Benny simply couldn't understand the problem. The two of them had seemed quite close, albeit briefly, but then it had just fallen apart and they were back to petty bickering. Quentin had done his best to control it, but both eighteen-year-olds were so ridiculously wilful and stubborn that neither of them wanted to back down, so their disagreement continued.
As Benny lay in bed thinking about the various issues, there came a knock at the door. "Come in." Benny called out as he sat up.
"Morning Sir." Charlie said as he entered with the breakfast tray.
Benny found himself grinning as he saw it was Charlie. Their evening together on Monday had definitely made it easier for Benny to speak to the beautiful young man. His heart still pounded as he stared into those stunning eyes, but he no longer found himself stunned into silence by his mere presence. "Morning Charlie." Benny replied happily. He gestured to the bedside table beside him and said, "Just stick it there then have a seat."
"Oh, okay." Charlie said. He had expected to just place the tray down and leave, so being asked to sit caught him a little by surprise. He did as instructed, making himself comfortable at the foot of the bed.
"So how are things with Wesley? Did you talk more after I left you two alone last night?" Benny asked.
Charlie nodded and smiled weakly. "Yeah, we talked. Things are still.... tough. He's pretty pissed and I can totally understand why. I mean... everything that happened to him is my fault after all."
Benny nodded his understanding. As he stared at the older man, he could see how much it was upsetting him. For a while it had seemed like the two brothers might actually reconcile, so to get that close and then have it snatched away again must have been quite hard. Benny held out his arms to Charlie, remembering how much he had liked being held when they had shared their night together.
"Thanks, but I'm okay." Charlie insisted, shaking his head dismissively.
"No you're not." Benny replied, seeing through the poor attempt at bravado instantly. "Come here." He insisted.
Charlie smiled and crawled along the bed into his Master's arms. "Thank you." he whispered as the two of them lay back, cuddling.
"It's okay. We'll get you guys through it, I promise." Benny reassured him.
Roger had been busy during the day while the residents of the house were at work/school/college. The Sofas and coffee tables in the main lounge had all been moved to one end of the room. The space had then been filled with rows of tables and chairs, with a larger table at the front.
As everyone started to arrive home, they were advised of the role play scenario they would be helping to play out as part of Quentin's prize and were sent one-by-one to the makeshift 'classroom' Roger had set up. They had decided to do it as an extra activity straight after everyone arrived home in order to avoid disrupting the evening's usual schedule.
Benny was most excited when he got home and dashed into the lounge to take a seat on one of the front row desks. He couldn't help smirking at the seats everyone else seemed to be choosing as it was exactly the same as in his actual school – the naughtier, more disruptive ones had been drawn to the back row, while the better behaved ones had filled up from the front.
Pretty soon, everyone except Quentin and Roger were in room. Even Malik and Wesley were joining in with the eleven other Boys. Benny couldn't help picking up on some of the tensions in the room, but fortunately Alex and Zane had sat far enough apart to avoid any potential conflict, the same for Charlie and Wesley.
Quentin, last to arrive home as usual, looked terrified as he walked into the room. It was understandable really. The entire house had disrupted their lives just to help play out his personal fantasy, which really piled on the pressure.
"Good afternoon, class." Quentin said quietly, barely audible over the din of the various conversations and misbehaviour. Some of the Boys really had gotten into the spirit and seemed to be intentionally acting like petulant teens.
Quentin scowled at the class, getting a chuckle from Benny. He cleared his throat and called out loudly. "Quiet please."
The conversations suddenly died down and every eye turned on the nervous teacher.
"That's better. Now, I said good afternoon class." Quentin repeated, seeming to build up a little more confidence.
"Good afternoon Mr Trent." Most of the Boys called back.
"Okay, today we're going to be looking at the outbreak of World War Two so if you could all turn to chapter 13." He said, still looking a little shaky.
Benny considered letting the normal classroom activity go on for a while, if only to build the man's nervousness, but the young Master was simply too keen to get going. "Ugh, that crap's so fucking boring, I think we should do something more fun!"
"Mr Harrison!" Quentin snapped firmly. "That kind of language is unacceptable and you will study what I tell you to study, is that understood?"
There was a collective intake of breath. Everyone knew it was just pretend, but for anyone to speak to Benny so harshly still seemed unnatural.... and unwise!
"No, that's not understood!" Benny said, standing up from his chair. "And I'll fucking use and fucking language I fucking like! Is THAT understood?" Benny had walked forward and was now face-to-face with the teacher, the smaller teen looking up sternly at him.
"Mr Harrison.... take your seat!" Quentin said, his tone sharp but shaky.
"No Mr Trent I won't take my seat, but I'll take that tie, please." Benny said with a smile.
"What?" Quentin asked, taking a step back. It was accompanied by a chuckle from the class.
"The tie. Take it off." Benny reiterated.
"No." Quentin objected.
"Take it off." Benny growled. "Or I will!"
Quentin looked round nervously at the class, gulped, then reached up and slowly undid the tie. Once it was undone, he pulled one and making it slide out from under his collar and handed it to Benny.
"Good." Benny said, taking it. "Now the shirt!"
"I.... I'm... I...." Quentin stuttered, once again looking at the dozens of eyes staring at him.
"Just fucking do it!" Benny snarled.
"Yes Sir." Quentin replied, suddenly turning pale as he realised what he had said in front of his students. It got a new round of chuckles and titters as the spectators started to whisper to each other.
Quentin quickly undid the buttons down the front of his shirt, then on the cuffs and pulled the shirt off, handing it to Benny too. It was strange. He spent every day naked in front of all these people, yet somehow standing there topless in front of them all he felt uncomfortably exposed and began to blush.
"Trousers!" Benny said flatly.
The embarrassed teacher glanced quickly at the crowd again, but soon looked away, staring down at the ground as he kicked off his shoes and started to undo his belt. A few moments later, he was standing in just his underwear and socks, passing his discarded clothing to the boy in front of him. He could hear everyone talking, analysing his body, laughing at the bulge from his painfully-obvious erection. He found himself momentarily regretting requesting this scenario as a new wave of humiliation flooded through him, but it soon passed when he realised just how turned on he was by it.
"And them." Benny said, pointing to the straining briefs.
"No, please." Quentin begged weakly.
Benny's eyes narrowed for a moment before he looked to Malik and Wesley who had also sat on the front row. The two Generals understood Benny's gestures and jumped up from their seats. Malik grabbed Quentin's arms and held them behind him, while Wesley took hold of the underwear and yanked it down. The blushing teacher's cock sprung free and bobbed about in front of him, accompanied by cheers and hollers from the rest of the students. He instinctively covered up quickly.
Benny swiped the hands away and growled, "Cover up again and I'll make this a LOT worse for you."
Quentin looked visibly shaken at the threat and dropped his hands to his sides, getting renewed cheers from the spectators.
Benny gestured for Malik and Wesley to retake their seats, then did the same before looking to Quentin and ordering, "Sit on your desk and start jerking."
Quentin nodded, still looking a little disturbed. He was either doing an excellent job of playing along or had simply got so caught up in it that his expression was genuine. He hoisted himself up onto the desk, then grabbed his cock and started jerking as instructed, his eyes fixed on the ground.
"No, none of that. Eyes on us!" Benny said wickedly.
Blushing profusely, the humiliated teacher eyes raised and started scanning back and forth across his class. He felt his cock twitch in his hand from the extra humiliation. It didn't take long before his pleasured grunts made it obvious he was close to release.
"Okay, stop now." Benny called out. "Now lay back and raise your legs in the air."
Quentin did as instructed, reaching down to pull his arse cheeks apart following a further instruction from his master, revealing his hole to the gathered spectators.
"Okay, who wants to fuck that?" Benny asked with a grin, turning to purvey the others.
A few hands shot into the air, but Alex was clearly the most keen. Benny gestured for him to go up to the desk, calling after him, "I believe he keeps a little lube under his desk." Roger had put it there earlier in preparation for the inevitable at Benny's request.
Alex stripped on his way to the front, without any instruction to do do, then eagerly grabbed the bottle, squeezed some out and stroked it onto his erection. With absolutely no attempt at gentleness, he thrust straight inside the teacher. Alex looked round at the crowd as he heard a round of titters and chuckles at the man's grunt. Grinning back at them, Alex pulled the teacher round so that he was side on to the class, giving them all a better view.
The rough fuck soon had Quentin yelling out in a mix of pleasure and pain (although based on his expression, mostly pleasure).
"Ugh, someone needs to shut him up. He needs a cock in his mouth." Benny called out. Hands immediately raised again, but Benny had another idea. His eyes fell on Zane. "Go on." He urged the new Boy.
Zane looked nervously at Alex, then back to Benny who just stared back blankly.
For once, Benny was intending to use the personal issues to his own benefit. Having two guys who were arguing at either end of the embarrassed teacher was likely to result in a more aggressive spit roast. He felt a little guilty about putting the new Boy in that situation, but he figured if they were both going to be doing things in the house, they would simply have to get used to getting past any issues they had.
Zane nervously climbed up onto the desk. Unlike Alex, he didn't strip, instead he just undid his jeans, pulled down the waistband of his underwear and fished out his own straining cock. He straddled the man's head then fed the rigid meat into his mouth. Gradually his eyes worked down Quentin's body, then onto Alex, working up until he and the other eighteen-year-old's eyes met.
They continued fucking either end of Quentin, who groaned his approval. A slight smirk spread across Alex's face, soon mirrored by Zane. Alex's smirk changed to a smile, so did Zane's, then they became grins before they both burst into laughter.
Wesley looked at Benny on confusion. "What's up with them?" he asked quietly.
Benny simply shook his head. "No fucking idea, I've given up trying to figure those two out."
Wesley sniggered at the response and returned to watching, groping at his own erection, much like the rest of the spectators... except Malik whose caged cock was probably getting quite uncomfortable.
"Ah, aaaah, fuuuuuck." Alex called out as he shot a load inside the besieged teacher.
Zane followed soon after, pumping a load down the man's throat. Still smirking at Alex, the two fist-bumped then pulled out and headed back towards the desks.
"Who's next?" Alex asked, winking at Benny as he passed on the way back to his seat.
"Volunteers?" Benny asked, looking round once more. From the crowd, he picked Wesley to fuck Quentin's rear while instructing David to take the other end. Wesley and David often did things together, but it normally involved Wesley inflicting pain and David (happily) enduring it. He figured it would make a nice change to see them doing something different together.
Wesley dropped his trousers and underwear before lubing up. Benny had noticed that the General often liked to keep his top half covered when given the opportunity. Despite his attractive, slim body and obvious confidence, he seemed to prefer to keep the scars on his back concealed. David had no such qualms, immediately removing all of his clothing before climbing onto the desk to emulate Zane's performance.
Benny watched the two of them as they fucked either end of Quentin. It was a lot more gentle than Alex and Zane had been, but the naked teacher clearly seemed to be enjoying it based on the precum oozing from his cock. The young Master couldn't help noticing that the the chemistry the two shared seemed to apply to just about anything they did together. The way David looked longingly at Wesley was quite endearing. It was the way he wanted all the Boys in the house to look at the their masters.
When the two of them finished off, they dismounted and headed back to the desks, leaving Quentin panting, sweating a sticky as they had both pulled out to cum over his body, shooting almost simultaneously.
"No more. Please." Quentin begged weakly.
"No more?" Benny said with a sneer. "Now that wouldn't be fair, I mean... who else still wants a go?"
Several hands raised. Not everyone wanted a go, obviously enjoying watching the humiliation rather than being part of it, but there were enough to keep Quentin going for a little while longer. The fucking continued, with several others taking their turns, culminating in Benny's turn. He moved Quentin around the desk, then bent him over to face the class, fucking him from behind while keeping the exhausted teacher staring at his class.
"Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum!" Quentin moaned as Benny fucked him. His battered prostate had finally had enough and pushed him over the edge.
Benny pulled him up into a standing position, reached around and gave the teacher's cock a single stroke, releasing several thick ropes of cum across the already splattered desk.
"Aaaaaah, fuck, YESSSS!" Quentin called out as he ejaculated.
The man had barely finished cumming before Benny pulled out and pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him into a kneeling position. A few strokes later, he was shooting his load over Quentin's face to cheers from the crowd.
Gesturing triumphantly, Benny returned to his seat. "Good class, thanks Mr Trent." he called out with a smirk.
Panting, exhausted, sweaty and sticky the man looked at his class, his cheeks bright red. "Class... dismissed." he grunted.
Everyone got up and dashed for the door, some flashing smiles at Quentin, others calling out supportive comments. Finally, it was just Quentin and Benny left.
"You enjoy that... Sir?" Benny taunted the man.
Still catching his breath and with spunk dripping down his face and chest, Quentin nodded happily. "Fuck yes!"
"Good, you earned it." Benny said. "Now, you should probably go and clean up. You can have the rest of the evening to recover, no duties tonight."
"Thanks Sir." Quentin replied, making his way slowly to the door, passing Roger who was on his way in.
"I was going to ask how it was, but judging by the state Quentin was in, I guess I don't need to." Roger chuckled as he approached Benny.
Benny laughed back and replied, "Yeah, it was fun." He reached down and grabbed his clothes. "I'm gonna go shower. I gave Quentin the rest of the night off as part of his prize."
"No problem, I'll get cleaned up in here." Roger said, gesturing to the tables and chairs.
"Thanks, you're a star." Benny said happily as he headed out.
Roger quickly set about cleaning down the tables, particularly the front one, with the cleaning supplies he had prepared earlier. Once they were clean, he would start folding them down before putting them away. He had only been going a couple of minutes though when he felt someone watching him. He turned to the door and saw Zane standing there.
"Is there a problem?" Roger asked, a lot more curtly than he had intended.
Zane shook his head. "Nah, just though you might need a hand."
"Haven't you got other things to do?" Roger asked, curious about why the Boy would volunteer to help.
"No, nothing until after dinner." Zane replied.
"Surely you must have something better to do with your time." Roger insisted, folding his arms.
"Hey, it's my time, I do what I want with it." Zane replied, folding his arms to mirror Roger's pose. "Now do you want my help or not?" He asked sharply, then suddenly looked nervous and added, "Erm... I mean, do you want my help.... Sir?"
Roger had to suppress a smile. He simply raised his eyebrows, shrugged as he unfolded his arms and said, "You can do the chairs, just a couple at a time. Don't need you having another asthma attack."
Zane simply shrugged off the comment and got to work folding the chairs, although it was slow going as he spent more time staring at Roger than doing actual work, something the large General didn't fail to notice. He simply let it continue though, enjoying the attention.
Wesley and Taro sat silently in the back of the taxi. The car had arrived early, meaning they had both rushed out of the house without really getting a chance to talk first. Wesley hadn't been told much, only that Taro had requested to spend the evening with him. Benny had deliberately steered clear of the word 'date' as he was still debating his position on in-house dating.
"So... erm... where are we actually going?" Taro asked quietly.
"Benny picked out a restaurant for us. We're going there first." Wesley replied.
"Oh." Taro replied, going quiet again and staring down at his hands. He looked sideways as he saw Wesley's hand reach across to grab his own.
"Hey, don't look so nervous. This is your prize, remember. Enjoy it." Wesley said with a warm smile.
Taro smiled back weakly.
Wesley didn't say anything else for the rest of the taxi ride. He mostly just sat there trying to figure out the nineteen-year-old beside him. He had been struggling to understand why Taro had picked this particular activity for his prize, but nothing occurred to him.
When they arrived at the restaurant they went in and got shown straight to their table. The maître-d advised them that Benny had already provided his card to pay for their bill and given instructions that they were to order whatever they wanted and there was already champagne waiting at the table for them.
When they were finally alone, Taro looked round the room then smiled across at Wesley. "Well this is nice, isn't it!"
"Yeah... yeah, it is." Wesley replied, surprised at the expense Benny had obviously gone to.
They sat quietly discussing the menu until they finally picked what they wanted and placed their order. As the waiter left the table, Wesley looked at the younger man, tilting his head. "So what's up Taro?"
"With... what?" Taro asked shyly.
"With this." Wesley replied, gesturing around them. "With tonight, me and you. Is this a date? Do you like me? Or is it something else? What's going on?"
"Erm... I.... err..." Taro stuttered at the barrage of questions, turning bright red.
"Sorry." Wesley apologised. "I didn't mean it to come out quite like that. I was just wondering why me?"
Taro shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but seems a bit silly now." He picked up his champagne flute, fixing his eyes on the little bubbles rising to the surface.
"Hey." Wesley said, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "Come on, tell me."
Taro took a deep breath. "Well, it's..." He paused, reluctant to continue until Wesley nodded him on again. "I... I overheard Charlie telling Philip about the stuff that happened when you were kids, the... the stuff your Dad did."
"Oh." Wesley said, a little shocked. He pulled his hand away from Taro's, sitting back in his seat.
"Oh God. Sorry, I... I shouldn't have..." Taro said, his fists clenching nervously.
"No, it's okay, carry on. What about it? What do you want to know?" Wesley asked.
Taro shook his head. "No, no, I didn't want to ask anything, it's just... I thought... because of the stuff you went through, you might understand... about...." His voice trailed off.
"Taro." Wesley said, leaning forward again. He rested his elbows on the table, propping his chin up on his hands. "Understand what? Did your Dad... hurt you too?"
Taro sighed again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He shook his head. "It... wasn't my Dad."
"Who..." Wesley started, staring at Taro sympathetically.
"My last master." Taro replied quickly, a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
Wesley grabbed his hand once again. "So you wanted to talk to someone about it and you thought I'd get it because I've been hurt too?"
Taro nodded slowly.
"You little idiot." Wesley chuckled. "You know you can talk to me, or any of us, any time. You didn't need to wait for something like this. You know we all care about you."
"I know, it's just... I dunno, I told you it was a stupid idea." Taro said, smiling weakly again.
"Yeah, but at least we get a nice evening out of it!" Wesley joked, getting a slight smirk from Taro. "So, you wanna tell me about him then? I assumed it wasn't like it is at the house?"
Taro shook his head. "Oh God, no. It was just me and him in his house." Taro started. "It was... okay at first. Just sex and a few occasional tasks, house stuff, that sort of thing. But then, gradually.... it kinda changed. He used to set me impossible tasks then punish me really harshly for failing."
"How harshly?" Wesley asked, feeling Taro's hand squeezing his own.
Taro couldn't reply, he just sat silently holding Wesley's hand as a tear ran down his cheek.
"Hey, why don't we continue this later. For now, let's just enjoy your evening, okay?" Wesley suggested.
The younger man reached up and wiped the tear away, sniffed, then smiled. Nodding, he replied, "Yeah, good idea." He grabbed his champagne glass and raised it. "Cheers."
"Cheers." Wesley said back, clinking his own glass against Taro's.
Malik was exhausted. With Wesley out for the evening, he had been given more Boys than usual to put through their paces for the evening. He headed for the Generals' Lounge, looking forward to sitting down... it had been a long day. He was more than a little surprised when he walked into the room and found Benny sitting on the sofa.
"Hi... Sir." he said cautiously as he approached.
"Hi Malik." Benny grinned back before looking down at his hand.
Malik's eyes widened as he saw a key sitting there in the palm of Benny's hand. "Is that..." he started, stopping dead in his tracks.
Benny nodded, smirking at the young man's reaction.
"Are you going to..." Malik started, still unable to finish a sentence.
"Would you like to cum?" Benny asked casually, already knowing the answer.
Malik stepped closer. "Yes, yes, fuck, oh God, yes, so much!" He blurted out desperately. It had now been a week since Benny out the chastity cage on him. Even before he coming to the house, Malik would never have managed to go a week without cumming. Since his first orgasm, the longest he had ever managed before was a day, and even that was a struggle.
Being in the house made it worse. He spent his spare time teasing and playing with other guys, making them cum, making them beg for it, all the things that really turned him on. Going through all of that on a daily basis while being deprived of release had been outright torture.
"Please, please let me Sir. Please, I'll do anything!" Malik said, dropping to his knees, literally begging.
"But... you'll do anything I tell you anyway, won't you?" Benny asked, faking a look of confusion.
Dismay spread across Malik's face as he realised Benny was right. He had literally nothing to offer so the only hope he had was that Benny was feeling merciful. "Yes, I will Sir." he replied dejectedly. "Anything."
Benny grinned. "Good boy." He gestured for Malik to come closer, then patted the seat beside him, making the young man sit. "So have you enjoyed this week?" Benny asked quietly.
Malik immediately shook his head.
"Really?" Benny asked, looking hurt. "But last week you said you liked it when I was mean."
"I did, but..." Malik stuttered.
"But what? Were you lying? Did you lie to your Master? Don't you actually like it when I'm mean?" Benny asked, stroking his fingers gently up and down the fine, dark hairs of Malik's bare forearm.
Malik gasped at the boy's touch. He may have been used to being in the house, but he still couldn't get used to Benny. The young teen seemed to have an almost magic ability to seduce, to inflict the greatest levels of pleasure with seemingly little effort. Right then, the stroke of the boy's fingers sent shudders through him more intense than the best blow job.
"N... n.... no Sir." Malik stuttered, trembling slightly. "I didn't lie to you. I do like it."
"So... that would mean that you... did enjoy this week?" Benny asked in the most leading way he could manage.
Between the cock beginning to swell in the chastity cage and the ripples of pleasure from Benny's ongoing touch, Malik was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. "I... I guess... yeah... I must have enjoyed it." He sounded confused by his own words.
"So you like when I'm mean and you liked being locked up." Benny mused, sliding his fingers higher, his hand disappearing up the sleeve of Malik's t-shirt, caressing bicep, then shoulder.
"Y... yes." Malik gasped.
Benny suddenly jumped sideways, spinning as he did so and straddling Malik's lap. He pulled his hand out from the sleeve and grabbed at the hem of the t-shirt, quickly lifting it and pulling it off over the confused General's head. Malik's arms flopped down to his sides as he gulped, finding himself staring straight into Benny's eyes.
The younger boy reached forward and placed both hands flatly onto Malik's chest before starting to slide them around, watching the hairs move much as they had on his arm. At the same time, he ground his butt into Malik's crotch, revelling in the feel of the metal device depriving him of his full erection.
"Oh fuck." Malik muttered.
"Now I like to keep my Boys happy, Malik. You know that, don't you?" Benny asked as his hands continued to explore the firm, slim torso.
"Yes." Malik whimpered as he felt fingers on his right nipple.
Benny leaned forward, whispering into the young man's ear. "So if you liked being locked up, then that's probably how you should remain if I want to keep you happy, right?" Before Malik could answer, the young Master took Malik's ear between his lips, nibbling it gently and licking it.
"Yes!" Malik moaned in response to Benny's lips before he realised what Benny was actually saying. "Wait, no, please Sir."
"Please, what?" Benny asked, sitting back and frowning.
"Please unlock me. I need to cum Sir. I need it so much. Please." Malik begged.
Benny shook his head. "But that would be nice and you only like it when I'm mean." Benny teased.
"I like it when you're mean, but I like it when you're nice too. That's why I love you, Sir, because you can be nice or mean and I still enjoy serving you." Malik blurted out without thinking.
Benny's expression softened momentarily, before he forced himself to continue staring sternly. Malik had accidentally found one of Benny's biggest weaknesses. He wanted his Boys to love him, so hearing Malik say it had felt incredible, but he couldn't let it show. That was the sort of information that, if it got out, could completely undermine his authority. He knew instantly that he was going to relent, that he was going to show Malik the mercy his patience had clearly earned, but he couldn't make it too obvious.
"Hmm, I don't know. I was actually thinking that maybe another week would do the trick." Benny mused aloud.
The look on Malik's face was heartbreaking. He actually believed that might be what Benny would do. He looked like he was about ready to cry, but managed to hold it back.
"I'll do whatever you tell me, Sir." Malik said weakly, resigned to the prospect of another week without cumming.
Benny had to suppress another smile. It impressed him that, despite his obvious desperation, Malik was willing to follow whatever order he was given, regardless of what he wanted personally. It still amazed him that someone who could so easily act as a Dom for the boys could also perform so well as a Sub too. It was a trait shared by the other Generals, Roger and Wesley. It made Benny wonder for a moment whether the same would be true of Alex.
He pushed the thoughts of his new General aside as he stood up. "Stand." He ordered.
Malik immediately obeyed, still looking on the verge of tears. He looked down in confusion as Benny reached out and undid the jeans, pushing them down along with Malik's boxers. As Benny reached out and grabbed the key he had shown off earlier, he couldn't help noticing the glint of hope in the young General's eyes.
"Sir?" Malik enquired hopefully as Benny reached for the lock.
The Master remained silent as he released the small padlock, then set about removing the device. He heard a loud sigh of relief from Malik as the device was removed. The young man's cock instantly swelled to full size.
Benny took a few steps away, then turned back to face his slave. "I'm going to give you a choice, Malik. Two options. Option one, you can cum right now and not have the cage back on or option two, you don't cum and the cage goes back on for another week."
Malik chuckled. "Well, obviously..." he started, but Benny cut him off.
"But you should know, option one would make your Master very unhappy, whereas option two would greatly please me." Benny added. He stared at the young man, awaiting a reply.
"Y... you... I... erm..." Malik stuttered as the options played on his mind. The hope in his eyes faded away and he looked ready to cry again as he reached down for the discarded device, making his choice apparent.
Benny stepped forward and grabbed his hand. Malik stared at his Master, frowning at the grin on his face.
"You'd really have it back on for a week, just to please me?" Benny asked, smiling broadly, still holding onto Malik's hand.
"Yes Sir." Malik replied, slightly confused over what was happening.
Still smiling, Benny let go of Malik's hand and instead reached for his erection. He started stroking slowly but it became obvious very quickly that it wouldn't take long. Malik was moaning excitedly, his eyes wide, mouth agape, legs wobbling.
"Oh shit, Sir..." Malik gasped. As the orgasm ripped through his body, his wobbling legs gave way completely. He tumbled forward onto Benny. The smaller teen was unable to support that young man's sudden weight and fell backwards.
They collapsed to the floor together, Benny's hand managing to remain firmly grasped around Malik's cock as it pumped out what felt like the biggest load of his life. They both ended up laughing as they looked at each other, tangled together on the floor, Malik's cum coating both his body and Benny's clothing.
"I'm so sorry." Malik said through his laughter.
"It's okay." Benny chuckled back, finally releasing the spent cock.
They found themselves face-to-face as the laughter gradually subsided. Benny wiped his hand on his shirt, then reached up and placed it gently on Malik's cheek. "Thank you." he whispered quietly then smiled sincerely. "You're so good and I'm really lucky to have you here."
Malik smiled back, then leaned his head forward to rest on Benny's chest, whispering back, "I'm the lucky one."
It hadn't ended up quite how Benny had envisioned, but as he lay there holding his Boy, he felt a glow of pride over the relationship they had built. Annoyingly though, he found his mind wandering back onto Alex, wondering whether his relationship with the new General would be quite as strong.
Taro and Wesley had done their best to chat as normal throughout their meal and it wasn't until dessert arrived (accompanied by a third bottle of champagne) that they ended up back on the depressing subject of their abusive pasts.
"So how long were you with him?" Wesley asked before eating another mouthful of cheesecake.
"Six months." Taro replied, poking at the lemon tart on his plate casually with his fork. "I should have left after one."
Wesley swallowed and asked, "So why didn't you?"
"Partly because I thought that was just normal treatment for a sub." Taro said back with a sigh.
The twenty-four-year-old swallowed as he stared at the younger man analytically. "And the other part?" he asked, knowing Taro had left part out.
The teen sighed again. "And I had nowhere else to go."
"You couldn't have gone home?" Wesley enquired, putting down his fork. The dessert was delicious and he wanted to scoff the whole lot down, but the conversation seemed more important.
Taro copied, placing down his cutlery and staring down at it to avoid Wesley's gaze. He shook his head gently. "They wouldn't have me. My parents kicked me out when I was fifteen."
Wesley felt a tightening in his chest. He had left his home voluntarily, but he could definitely understand how it felt to be unwelcome in your own home. He suspected he knew the reason why, too. "For... being gay?"
Nodding, Taro replied, "Yeah, I came out to them. I knew they'd have issues with it, but I never expected the reaction I got."
"What happened? Did they hurt you too?" Wesley asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"Not physically, but... it still hurt. I told them I was gay and then my Dad said, and these were his exact words, 'You bring shame to our family. Today I have no son. Leave my house.' And that was it, he showed me to the door, made me leave and I never went back." Taro explained.
The tone of cold detachment was all-too-familiar to Wesley. It was the same way he had sounded when explaining his past to Benny. It was the only way to deal with it really, cutting yourself off from it and simply reciting the facts. If he had allowed himself to actually feel the emotions that came along with the tale, he would have simply broken down. Presumably Taro was the same.
"That's... awful." Wesley said, fighting the wetness forming in his eyes. "And then you went and ended up with the other guy too."
"There was some stuff in between, stuff on the streets, but..." Taro started, but got choked up.
"It's okay." Wesley said, reaching forward to take both of Taro's hands. "I understand."
They sat in silence for several moments, both resisting the overwhelming sadness of their painful histories. Finally Wesley looked down and said, "Hey, this cheesecake is fucking amazing, you've gotta try a bit."
Taro grinned, appreciating the subject change. He picked up his fork, reached over and took a large piece of the cheesecake.
"Hey, I said try a bit, not half of it." Wesley snapped, pretending to look serious, but unable to avoid smirking.
"Oh no, have I been a bad Boy, do I deserve a punishment?" Taro taunted through his mouthful of cheesecake.
"That... I..." Wesley stuttered. "I don't know if... ya know.... with what you've told me...."
Taro's head tilted to the side as he realised Wesley's reluctance. This time it was his turn to reach across and take the other young man's hand. "Hey, don't let all that crap affect what you do. You're my Master now... one of them at least, and I trust you. I know you'd never hurt me."
Wesley smiled warmly at the kind comments.
"Well, you'll hurt me, that's what you do, but you know what I mean." Taro added with a cheeky grin.
"In the case, yes, you've definitely earned yourself a spanking when we get home." Wesley replied, squeezing the hand holding his own.
"Just a spanking? I clearly need to try harder!" Taro joked, reaching across and taking more of Wesley's dessert, getting a jokingly-annoyed expression in response.
Roger was standing at the bottom of the stairs to the basement. He had finished his evening activities ten minutes earlier, while Malik had concluded before that. The Boys were all milling around, some getting ready for bed, others engaging in their usual evening activities or just chatting in their Dorms. He liked to keep an eye on the area just to ensure there were no problems and his mere presence seemed to keep things under control. He was definitely an imposing figure standing there like a silent sentinel.
Once again he felt eyes on him. He peered round but saw nobody. A second glance revealed a hint of movement in one of the doorways. "Zane?" he enquired flatly as he saw the new Boy spying on him.
Zane stepped into full view, his hands attempting poorly to conceal a large erection.
"What are you doing?" Roger demanded.
Zane shrugged, pursing his lips then replied, "Nothing."
"Were you watching me?" Roger asked, then smirked as he looked down at the boner. "Watching me and playing with yourself?"
Zane scowled. "No!" He snapped angrily. "I was just.... standing there." His attempts to lie were both transparent and amusing.
Roger did his best to keep a straight face. It was actually quite sweet that the teen seemed to have developed a liking for the large General, but Roger knew that sort of behaviour should be discouraged. "You know the rules about cumming without permission, don't you?" he asked.
Zane's eyes dropped to the ground as he nodded slowly. "Yes Sir." he said quietly, before adding, "Doesn't mean I can't play with it a bit though." He smirked slightly. When hen heard no reply from Roger, he looked up and saw the large man staring back at him unhappily. He immediately dropped his hands to his sides. "Sorry Sir."
Roger sighed. "You really need to find something better to occupy your evenings than stalking me." he said, only half-joking.
"I'm not stalking you!" Zane snapped unhappily, his gaze fixed firmly on Roger as he frowned.
Roger simply stared back, the two remaining silent for a couple of minutes.
The stalemate was finally broken by a shout from Benny who was walking down the stairs. "Roger, you down there?" he called out.
"Yes Sir. I'm here." Roger replied, reluctantly tearing his gaze from Zane to look at the younger teen.
"Good. Do you know where Zane..." Benny started as he walked down, stopping mid-sentence as he found himself coming face-to-face with the Boy he was looking for.
"I'm here too, Sir." Zane replied sweetly with a smile, the slight disagreement with Roger momentarily brushed aside.
Benny looked suspiciously back and forth between the two of them, smirking slightly at Roger's expression. For the normally stone-faced young man to show anything other than his normal neutrality was unusual. It seemed Zane's tendency to be amusingly disruptive worked on anyone!
"Good, saves me looking for you." Benny said cheerfully. "Tonight, you won't be sleeping in your Dorm. When you're ready for bed, come up to my room." The young Master instructed.
"Yes Sir." Zane said excitedly. He had been looking forward to an evening in the Dorm. He seemed to have made up with Alex and he was gradually getting to know Quentin more and more, so it would have actually been a pleasant night, but he would much rather spend another evening in the Master's bed.
"I guess I'll leave you two to... whatever it was you were doing." Benny said, turning to head back up the stairs, flashing Roger a cheeky grin as he did so.
"No need, we're done." Zane insisted, turning to walk away towards his Dorm.
Roger watched the Boy walk away. Despite his apparent annoyance at being called a stalker, Zane couldn't help looking back and sneaking one more look at Roger before disappearing into his room.
Wesley and Taro staggered down the stairs to the basement. They had both drunk quite a bit at the restaurant and, with neither of them really being used to drinking that often, found themselves a little tipsy.
"Come on." Wesley said, leading Taro into one of the basement play rooms. He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could then turned to face the Boy. "Take your clothes off."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" Taro giggled back.
Wesley shook his head, but quickly started pulling his clothes off. Taro followed and soon they were both naked, standing just a few feet apart. The General, who had been chuckling quickly stopped as his eyes fell on Taro's body. He stepped forward and placed a hand on the boy's chest, his fingers tracing the outline of a small round scar a short way above his right nipple.
"That's where he used to put out his cigarettes." Taro explained. He saw Wesley wince in pain sympathetically. "It's okay, after he did a few in the same place on the first day, it pretty much stopped hurting." He reached up too, placing a hand on Wesley's arm, sliding it down until he felt the slight raised bump of a scar.
"I got that one climbing out of a broken window to get away from a guy." Wesley explained, looking down at the scar beneath Taro's fingers.
The sharing of their pain actually seemed to relieve the suddenly-returned tension. Wesley moved his hand down Taro's body, finding another scar on the teen's side. "What did he do?"
Taro's body tensed. "That was just... for fun." Taro said. "He used to like cutting me with a knife just to see my face when I was in pain. Most of them healed without scarring, but he got a bit carried away on that one."
"Oh my God." Wesley gasped. Imagining how Taro must have felt at the time tied his stomach up in knots.
"Hey, it's not as bad as these." Taro said as he leant forward. His body pressed against Wesley's as his hands reached round to stroke the large scars on the General's back. He rested his head on Wesley's shoulder.
"Yeah." Wesley replied quietly. "They were pretty bad. This guy paid for an hour with me and tied me up, then he pulled out a whip and started lashing me with it. It hurt so much and I could feel when he started to draw blood, but I was tied too securely, there was nothing I could do. I just had to kneel there and take it."
Taro's arms squeezed tightly, now simply hugging Wesley rather than touching his scars. "I'm so sorry." he whispered.
"Hey, it's not like it's your fault." Wesley replied. An angry thought flashed through his mind, reminding him that it was effectively Charlie's fault instead, but he tried not to think about it.
Wesley's hand had been pressed between their two bodies, but it began to slide lower as Taro pulled away. It made its way onto Taro's erection, stroking it gently. "Hey, no scars here." Wesley said with a weak smile.
"None here either." Taro replied, taking hold of Wesley's cock in the same manner.
"I know I said you'd earned a punishment, but do you mind if... we don't do that?" Wesley asked quietly.
"Fine with me." Taro replied, stroking Wesley's arm with his free hand.
The two of them stood staring at each other, gently jerking each other off. The room was eerily quiet, but the peace was appreciated, allowing them to focus on each other without interruption.
It was almost fifteen minutes before either of them spoke. "I think I'm gonna cum." Taro said dreamily as Wesley's hand continued its slow movements.
"Me too." Wesley replied.
They both sped up and moments later, both exploded. The orgasms were unusually intense, the sort of thing they would normally feel after a couple of hours of very vigorous activity. They both put it down to the emotion of the evening and simply enjoyed it.
Covered in each other's jizz, their bodies came together again in another hug which lasted for several seconds.
"Come on, let's go shower." Wesley suggested, partly to clean up, but also to clear his head which remained fuzzy from the alcohol.
They headed out and went to the shower room. As expected that late, the room was empty allowing them to wash each other down uninterrupted. Once they were clean and dried off, they stood out in the hallway near the door to Taro's Dorm.
"Thank you... for tonight, for listening." Taro said gratefully.
"It was my pleasure." Wesley replied. "But I meant what I said earlier. You can talk to me any time, you don't need to save it for a special occasion."
"Thanks." The Boy replied. They remained motionless and silent for a few moments before Taro finally leaned forward and pressed his lips against Wesley's. The kiss was brief, but they both blushed as they pulled away. It was clear that it was simply an expression of their affection, as Master/Boy and as friends.
"G'night." Wesley smiled as he started backing away.
"Night." Taro said back happily before heading into his Dorm.
Zane knocked on the door, grinning as he awaited for a reply from his Master.
"Come in." Benny called out.
Zane opened the door, walked in and shut the door behind him, then stood to attention awaiting instruction.
Benny gestured for the Boy to approach, watching as he walked slowly across the room, coming to a stop in front of the sofa where Benny was sitting.
"Kneel down." Benny ordered.
Zane was still smiling, but looked a little confused as he saw the collar sitting beside Benny on the seat. The collar he had worn for the first couple of days had been removed and not mentioned since. He looked a little unhappy as Benny grabbed it and started fastening it around his neck again.
Once the collar was on the Boy, Benny stood up and grabbed it, using it to lead him across the room to a small pile of cushions on the floor beside the radiator. "Sit." He ordered.
Zane was looking more and more unhappy. This was not what he had expected. He watched in dismay as Benny grabbed a long chain that was attached to a thick pipe going to the radiator. He attached the end of it to the collar with a small padlock, then stood away.
"Okay, pup. You remember I told you there would be a punishment for what you did on your first night. Well this is it!" Benny explained.
"But Sir..." Zane started, but Benny raised a hand to cut him off.
"No. Not another word." Benny said sharply. "I let you have your way before, but that won't be happening again. This is your punishment and you will do it. Every single word you say tonight will earn you another punishment. So are you going to lay there quietly and go to sleep?"
The look of sadness in the Boy's eyes was heartbreaking, almost enough to make the young Master relent, but he willed himself to stay strong. He watched as Zane simply nodded slowly.
"Good Boy." Benny said, running his fingers through the Boy's hair.
Still looking sad, Zane curled up on the cushions, watching mournfully as Benny headed across the room and got into bed. Without a word, he turned off the light, plunging them both into darkness.
A few moments later, Benny heard movement, followed by the rattle of the chain and finally a thud as the chain reached full length and pulled on the pipe. He squinted through the darkness as just about managed to see that Zane had moved as close to Benny as the chain would allow, but he had remained silent as ordered.
'Don't give in.' Benny told himself. He wanted to release the Boy, to let him back into his bed. He even briefly considered moving down onto the floor and curling up with him but he knew he couldn't do it. This was Zane's punishment after all, so he had to remain strong and enforce it.
It took a while, but eventually they both fell asleep.