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Benny's House
Chapter 12 – Six Weeks Later
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Sunday 29th March 2015
For the first time in years, I actually stopped writing in my diary for a while. It was weird not doing it every day, but I think it's safe to say I've had plenty of other stuff to occupy my time. It's been about six weeks since my last entry and quite a lot has happened since then. I'll keep it as brief as possible.
So the last time I wrote in my diary, I was all mopey because I'd decided me and Charlie couldn't be together. Well that lasted about twelve hours before I finally gave in. So yeah, we're pretty much together. And it is absolutely fucking amazing! That feeling I got the first time I saw him, I still get it every time I'm near him except now I can actually do things with him, I can talk to him, he can talk to me. I don't think anybody else knows about it as we've done a pretty good job of hiding it, but with the amount of nights he stays in my room, somebody must be getting suspicious!
Now don't get me wrong, I've not forgotten about Zane. I still have feelings for him too, but I think it's really more of a very strong Master/sub thing. He's my pup and I love him, nothing's going to change that, but it's just not the same kind of relationship as I have with Charlie. Speaking of Zane, he seems to have really settled in well now. He's taken a bit of a liking to Roger though. It's so sweet seeing the way he acts around him. Also, despite several more silly arguments, he's still best of friends with Alex.
Alex next. He's really quite unbelievable. His therapy sessions with Victor are still ongoing, but I kind of get the impression from them both that it's now more out of habit than necessity. Two weeks ago I finally made him a General, by his agreement, and oh my God... he's like a different person. His temper, if it's still there, is totally under his control. He's attentive and understanding when it comes to dealing with the Boys and they're actually starting to like him. I like to think of him as the house's greatest success story!
Unfortunately, not everything in the house has progressed as well as Alex. A few weeks ago, I was approached by Stanley on behalf of the whole of Dorm Three. It seems they all felt somewhat neglected and wanted to leave. Apparently Anthony felt completely overlooked. I can totally understand why. He arrived at the same time as Charlie, so he never really got any of my attention. I can't really say I'm that bothered though. Stanley and Henry were never really my favourites (quite the opposite) and while Anthony was pretty hot, he's right that he never caught my attention. So that was it, they left and Dorm Three is now empty.
With Alex being promoted, that meant I was just down to eight Boys (plus the five unemployed ones who aren't residents yet). Eight Boys and four Generals. That seemed a bit of an uneven mix, but just like the way nature always seems to find balance, so too does the house! Last week, Wesley told me that it was time for him to leave the house too. He's still here at the moment, but he'll be moving out tomorrow. He has decided that some time away from the house would do him good, something that Victor apparently agreed with. On the bright side, 'some time away' means that he'll probably be back eventually which is awesome because I love Wesley, he's amazing and the house really won't be the same without him.
And there you go. I guess that wasn't particularly brief after all, but once I get talking about this place, I find it really hard to stop! Oh yeah, one more thing. I heard from an old friend this morning. I guess I'll find out what's going on there once I see him later.
Despite the wind, rain and general sense of dreariness outside, the mood in the house was surprisingly good. Alex liked to think that he had played a big part in that. Three weeks earlier, three of the Boys had moved out and it had hit the rest of the residents pretty hard. With the amount of time they all spent together and the sense of camaraderie from their shared experiences, it felt very much like a family sometimes, so to suddenly lose three of them was quite a hard hit.
The mood had been low for quite a while after that, despite Benny's best efforts. It wasn't until a week later when Alex finally accepted promotion to General that things started to improve. Having someone new in charge was like a burst of energy in the house. Suddenly, the Boys were all looking forward to their evening activities, in hopes of getting Alex and seeing what he brought to the mix.
Much like the Boys, who each had their own specific likes and dislikes, the Generals also had their areas of expertise. Roger was the master of humiliation and intimidation, Malik was the master edger and an eternal cock tease while Wesley continued to be the master of pain. Alex was surprised to find out how much leniency Benny gave in what the Generals did. He had always thought that their specialist areas were things Benny had assigned to them, so he was a little shocked when he actually got asked what he wanted to do to the Boys.
Thus began a week of experimentation for the new General, trying out everything his twisted mind could think up, testing to see the Boys reactions to it as well as his own. It didn't take long before he homed in on something he particularly enjoyed... mind games! He began coming up with scenarios and games for the Boys that would pit them against each other, or even against themselves. Despite the competitiveness and rivalry it sometimes instigated, it also managed to distract the Boys from the recent loss and the atmosphere in the house rapidly improved.
Alex had gotten up early. As the only free bed in the two Generals' bedroom, he had been assigned to share with Roger and had not yet gotten used to it. As such, he tended to avoid spending too much time in their room. He was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, sipping on a coffee and playing on his phone when Wesley walked in.
"Morning," Wesley said cheerfully as he saw the other General.
"Morning," Alex replied, putting down his phone.
"You're up early," Wesley said, heading to the coffee maker and pouring himself a cup.
Alex shrugged. "Yeah, still getting used to the new room mate," he explained with a slight smile.
Wesley sniggered as he took a seat on one of the stools opposite Alex. "Yeah," he said understandingly, "I get that. I should think Roger could be pretty tough to share with. Hey, why don't you ask about moving into Malik's room after I leave? He's a great room mate."
Alex's eyebrows raised as he nodded gently. "I hadn't considered that. I'll think about it," he replied, then frowned slightly as another thought crossed his mind. "Hey, can I just ask... you're not leaving because of me, are you?"
"Of course not," Wesley replied, "Why would you think that?"
Alex shrugged again. "I dunno, it's the timing. I become a General and then a week later you announce you're leaving. Just seemed weird."
"Well I suppose, in a way... you're right," Wesley said, looking thoughtful. "But not in the way you think. I'd been thinking about taking some time away for a while now but I didn't want to leave Benny short-handed, so yeah, I suppose having someone else join us made it an easier decision, especially once I saw what a good job you were doing."
Alex looked shocked. It was less-so the revelation that he was partly responsible for Wesley's decision to leave, but more-so because of the compliment he had just been paid.
"Oh don't look so surprised," Wesley said with a sly grin.
"I can't help it. I AM surprised!" Alex insisted.
"Don't be. I'm not the only one who thinks so," Wesley explained. When Alex's expression remained unchanged, he continued. "The Boys all talk to me, and lately they've been talking about you... quite a lot! They share my opinion on you."
"And what's that?" Alex asked curiously before picking up his coffee for another sip.
"Honestly... when you first arrived, even being in the lowest position in the house, one thing was clear... you were a cunt!" Wesley said frankly.
Alex coughed, almost choking on his drink. "Geez," he spluttered, "Don't hold yourself back!"
Wesley couldn't help chuckling at Alex's reaction. "Calm down. That was just the first impression that you gave most of us, and I'd say it was pretty spot on. But since then... I don't know why, and I don't really need to, but you've changed. Even before the promotion, it was obvious you were going through something and whatever it was, it was changing you for the better."
Alex felt himself blushing. Benny and Zane were the only two who knew the extent of his problems and that he had been having the sessions with Victor, and it still amazed him that they had managed to keep it secret from the rest of the house all of this time. The fact that Wesley, and by the sounds of it, everyone else, could tell he was changing really helped show him the progress he had made.
"Thanks. I... don't know what to say." Alex said shyly.
"You don't need to say anything. I'm just glad to be leaving the Boys in such good hands. I really care about them all," Wesley explained.
"The feeling's mutual," Alex replied. "It really says a lot about you that they're all so bummed about you leaving."
Wesley felt a twinge of guilt. He knew he was leaving the house for sensible reasons, his own well-being, but that didn't make it any easier. He had understated his feelings, he didn't just care about the Boy, he loved them.
"Abdul's really the one suffering here," Alex said with a slight smile.
Wesley frowned back at him. "Why Abdul?" he asked.
"Well look who he's sharing a Dorm with!" Alex said bluntly.
Wesley considered it for a moment. Abdul was in Dorm Two along with David and Taro. Suddenly Alex's comment made perfect sense. David was fairly besotted with Wesley, the chemistry the two shared infamous throughout the house. The Boy was the closest thing Wesley could have to a lover without breaking Benny's 'no relationship' rule.
Wesley had also grown increasingly close to Taro wince their 'date' several weeks earlier. It wasn't a romantic relationship, but they shared a certain closeness from bonding over their abusive pasts. Over the weeks, they had shared every detail with each other, explained every scar, both mental and physical. If David was tantamount to Wesley's lover, Taro was best compared to a soul mate.
Alex's hint of a smile dropped away as he saw a tear forming in Wesley's eye. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, concerned for the young man.
Wesley just shook his head, unable to reply.
Alex dashed around to the other side of the breakfast bar and pulled Wesley into a hug. For just an instant, he realised how strange it was to be showing that kind of affection, another sign of his progress. He quickly shifted his focus back to Wesley though. "Hey, if it bothers you this much, don't leave!"
Wesley sniffed as his head rested against the standing teen's chest. "I've got to. I need time to get my head together."
"Well that sounds like you're intending to come back, so you're not saying goodbye to everyone, just.... see you soon," Alex said quietly. He pulled away and took a seat on the stool beside Wesley.
The older man reached up and wiped a tear from his cheek, looking thoughtful. "But... what if I don't come back?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't you?" Alex asked, unsure of how that would even happen.
Wesley shrugged. "I dunno. What if I leave, clear my head and realise I don't want to come back. Or maybe Benny finds someone to replace me. Or maybe..."
"Stop it," Alex insisted. "You're making up worst case scenarios here. I know exactly what will happen. You'll go, you'll get yourself together, you'll come back and everyone will be really happy to have you back."
Wesley rubbed his face while shaking his head. "Ugh, you're probably right. Thanks Alex."
When Benny awoke, he heard the sound of running water coming from his bathroom and the bed beside him was empty. Charlie had obviously woken early and gone for a shower. He briefly considered going in to join him, but as they had fucked several times the night before, he felt like the young man might need time to recover.
Instead, he picked up his phone to kill some time until Charlie emerged. He loved seeing the naked man emerging from the bathroom and couldn't wait. In his distracted state, he almost overlooked the message he had received through Facebook.
When Charlie finally entered, stark naked, towel slung over his shoulder, he looked a little annoyed that the Boy didn't even look at him. Instead, he was staring at his phone, looking a mixture of confused and concerned.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Charlie asked as he made his way over to the bed.
"I got a message from someone I used to know," Benny said, looking at Charlie briefly before looking to the phone again.
"Bad news?" Charlie asked, looking concerned.
"No, well... I don't think so. He wants me to meet him." Benny said, putting down the phone.
Zane stood just outside the kitchen, grinning as he realised the voices he heard belonged to Wesley and Alex. That was exactly what he wanted. He crept away from the door and headed to the stairs. He knew that Boys were banned from going upstairs unless either invited or carrying out orders, so every step, every creaky stair made it feel like people were going to suddenly appear from every door and catch him.
When he finally made it to the top, he took a quick look round then turned right. He sneaked past door after door – the Generals' Lounge, Guest Room 2, Malik and Wesley's room. He finally stopped outside the door to Roger and Alex's room. Taking another cursory look around, he quietly opened the door and stepped inside.
Roger was still asleep. Sunday was the only day when he wasn't up early to supervise activity on the house. Zane crept over to his side and gently pulled back the covers. He watched as the large General's body appeared inch by inch. The bulky chest, all muscle and hair. His stomach, firm and flat with just a little bulk, with abs that showed in his inward breaths. Then finally, reaching up from a thick, sandy blond bush his erection reached up his body, tantalising the sneaky Boy standing over it.
Zane looked up at Roger's face nervously, hoping he wouldn't wake. He knelt down and leant over the bed, taking the erection between his lips. He started sucking slowly up and down it as one hand reached up to cup his hefty balls.
Just as the Boy was getting into it, he heard Roger clear his throat. His eyes shot upwards, the head of the cock remaining in his mouth. He froze, like a rabbit caught in headlights, eyes wide.
"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" Roger asked sharply, his voice ringing with his usual air of dominance.
The tone of the large General's voice sent a shudder down Zane's spine as he remained frozen in place. Suddenly Roger sat up, grabbed at the Boy then hefted him up, throwing him onto the space on the opposite side of the double bed.
Roger rolled over, holding himself up over Zane's body, staring down at him. He slowly lowered himself closer and closer as their eyes remained fixed on each other. "You know you're not supposed to be in here," Roger whispered right into the Boy's ear, before taking it between his lips and nibbling on it.
"I couldn't keep away," Zane replied dreamily, closing his eyes as the large man moved from ear to neck.
"Well I suppose you're allowed here with my permission," Roger said, pulling his lips away from the Boy's neck for just a moment.
"Then... may I... have you... permission, Sir?" Zane asked, whimpering with pleasure as the man continued nibbling down onto his shoulder.
Roger stopped his teasing, grinned, then rolled onto his back, pulling Zane on top of him, their naked bodies pressing together. The large General placed his hands on Zane's sides, slowly sliding them up the length of his body, round onto his back and then up into his hair. The Boy's chocolate brown hair was now adorned with blonde tips. They mesmerised Roger who simply couldn't get enough of them. As his fingers played with the soft hair, his eyes fixed on Zane's. "I suppose so," he said with a cheeky grin.
"Good," Zane replied, leaning down to plant his lips on Roger's.
Their kiss was slow and relaxed, but passionate, hands exploring bodies as tongues wrestled. As the embrace continued, Roger found himself reminded of their first kiss.
It was four weeks ago, also on a Sunday. Zane had been spending more and more time around the intimidating General, helping him with chores, talking to him at every opportunity and just generally lingering around him. Roger quickly realised that the Boy was obviously attracted to him and allowed the behaviour to continue, knowing that it would never lead anywhere. The General knew that there was no way he would break Benny's rule about in-house dating... at least that was what he thought at first.
Gradually, Zane wore down his resistance, albeit mostly unintentionally. The Boy was undeniably cute, but it was the terrible excuses he came up with for hanging around Roger that the older man found most endearing. On that particular Sunday, though, Roger had been on a final check around the house before heading to bed when he found Zane alone in the main lounge. The Boy had, once again, had an argument with Alex. It was nothing serious, but he had needed to get out of the Dorm for a while.
When Roger told Zane he needed to return to his room, the Boy had refused. Despite a very sternly-worded warning, Zane continued to refuse to move so Roger resorted to force. He picked the Boy up, but met a surprising amount of resistance despite their size difference. Zane managed to get Roger off balance and he staggered, tripped on a sofa and fell.
Zane ended up on the sofa with Roger on top of him, their faces just inches apart. This is where there was a difference of opinion. Afterwards, Zane insisted Roger kissed him while Roger insisted it was the other way around. It didn't really make much difference. Regardless of who instigated it, the two ended up kissing. It all progressed from there and now the two continued to sneak around, being together at every opportunity they could manage.
They both felt guilty about breaking Benny's rule and knew they would likely be in a massive amount of trouble if he found out.
Their kiss finally parted and Zane shuffled down slightly, allowing his head to rest on Roger's chest as the large man pulled the covers back over them both.
Roger once again raised a hand to play with the Boy's hair. "Looks good like this," Roger said happily, referring to the blonde tips. "Makes you look even cuter."
"Shut up, I'm not cute," Zane insisted moodily.
Roger had quickly caught on to the fact that the Boy really hated receiving compliments. Despite how much it annoyed him, Roger continued to do it at every opportunity, hoping to make the Boy see himself the way everyone else did. "Did you just tell your Master to shut up?"
"No, because Benny's my Master," Zane replied with a cheeky grin, "You're just a guy who works for him!"
Roger's eyes narrowed angrily before he burst into laughter. "You're an annoying little git sometimes," Roger chuckled.
"Yeah, but I'm YOUR annoying little git," Zane replied playfully, gently kissing the man's chest.
"Why don't you put that mouth to better use and finish what you started earlier," Roger suggested.
"I've got an even better idea," Zane said cheekily. He stretched up and kissed Roger briefly before disappearing under the covers.
Roger gasped happily as he felt a warm mouth engulfing his cock once again, but it only lasted a few seconds before it pulled away. "What are you..." he started, but soon got cut off as Zane re-emerged, still grinning.
The Boy grabbed Roger's cock and guided it towards his rear, slowly sitting onto it. Both men gasped with pleasure as one entered the other, only stopping when Zane's rear pressed against Roger's legs, the entire length of the cock now inside.
"Ah... yeah. Definitely... a better... idea," Roger said happily as the Boy started bouncing up and down. His hands found their way onto Zane's body, one caressing his chest, teasing his nipples while the other headed south to grab his rigid meat, stroking it in time with the bounces.
Zane was getting used to Roger by now. The two got together as often as they could, sometimes to talk, other times to fuck but the Boy was now getting good at reading him. He could tell Roger was getting close, so he slowed his bounces while grabbing the hand on his own cock and gesturing for it to move faster.
Roger took the Boy's cue and sped up his strokes. They both enjoyed it best when they could cum together and that was obviously what Zane was aiming for today.
Feeling himself getting close too, Zane sped up the fucking too. Just as they were both about to shoot, Zane leant forward to kiss Roger. Lips parted, letting tongues enter each others mouths, accompanied by the excited moans of a simultaneous orgasm. Roger filled the Boy's rear while Zane pumped out a load between their bodies.
The kiss finally parted as they both panted for breath. "Oh God, I love you," Roger moaned happily without thinking, his eyes closed as he attempted to recover. When he finally opened them, he found Zane staring down at him in surprise.
"You... you..." he stuttered nervously.
"Oh, I didn't... I mean... I..." Roger stuttered back, realising what he had said. Then a grin spread across his face. "You know what, fuck it! I do. I love you, Zane."
"I... erm..." Zane continued stammering.
Before either of them could say another word, they heard the sound of movement outside the door.
"Fuck!" Roger called out. He virtually threw Zane off the bed, the Boy landing with a thud.
The door opened before Roger could cover up. Alex just stared at him as he entered the room. There was Roger, naked, breathless, flustered and with a smear of cum across his stomach.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," Alex said with a grin. "Why don't I come back later."
Roger grabbed the covers and pulled them over himself, blushing profusely. "No, I wasn't..." he started, realising what it looked like, but he quickly figured that 'what it looked like' was probably the best excuse to cover up what was actually happening, so he simply added, "Thanks."
Sniggering, Alex left the room, leaving Roger alone with Zane again. The Boy climbed onto his feet as soon as he heard the door close.
"Well that hurt," Zane said unhappily, rubbing the leg he had landed on when he had been thrown clear.
"Sorry about that, you okay?" Roger asked sympathetically as Zane climbed back onto the bed.
"I think you should kiss it better," Zane said playfully.
"Gladly." Roger grinned, pouncing on the Boy once again.
Taro leaned out the side of his bed and looked up. Still no sign of movement from the top bunk. He climbed out and poked the body-shaped mass under the covers.
"Hey, you ever planning on getting up today?" Taro asked disapprovingly.
David's reply was muffled, but succinct. "No!"
"You can't just keep moping," Taro insisted. "I'm gonna miss him too, but you don't see me sulking about it."
David turned over to face the other Boy, but remained under the covers. "I'm not moping and I'm not sulking!" he snapped angrily.
"What do you call it then? Brooding? Contemplating? Deliberating? Whatever it is... stop it!" Taro snapped back.
"I don't want to and you can't make me!" David pouted, turning back over.
Taro was nineteen, while David was thirty-four, yet it felt like it was the other way round. The unhappy man was acting very much like a moody teenager. Taro decided if words wouldn't work, then maybe actions would. He reached up, grabbed David's bedding and yanked it away.
"Fuck off!" David yelled as he felt the rush of cool air over his exposed body. He curled up against the wall, continuing to attempt to ignore Taro.
'I guess tough love isn't going to work either,' Taro thought to himself. With a sigh, he climbed up the ladder to the top bunk and lay down beside David.
"For fuck's sake, just leave me alone." David said weakly. When he heard no reply, he gingerly peeked back at the other Boy. He was just laying there, staring at the ceiling. He waited a few moments, then turned over and slid an arm under Taro's neck, pulling him closer.
"I'm gonna miss him!" Taro said unhappily. The young man was normally eternally-cheerful, so to hear him sounding depressed was a bit of a shock.
"Me too." David said as the two lay together in their shared misery.
Benny made his way to the shopping mall as arranged and sat waiting. He kept looking at his phone, watching the minutes tick by. For a while, he suspected he might get stood up, but then he appeared.
"Hey Sam." Benny said with a smile.
"Hey Benny. Been a while." Sam replied, matching his smile. As Benny stood from the bench, Sam pulled him into a quick hug.
Once the hug parted, they both sat back down on the bench, silently watching as people passed by.
"So what's up, Sam? Why did you want to meet?" Benny asked. The two boys had gone to school together until the Summer of 2012. That was when Benny's life had changed. The events of that Summer had sent Benny down a very different path and since then, he had rarely ever seen or spoken to anyone he used to know. Some of his former friends had attempted to contact him when the new school year started in September 2012 once they realised he wasn't coming back, but he had ignored them, wanting a completely clean break.
Sam shook his head. "Forget it, it's stupid," he said unhappily, standing up.
"Sit back down and tell me what's wrong!" Benny ordered sternly. It was the sort of tone he used when commanding his Boys, but it seemed to do the job here too as Sam did as he was told.
Sam sighed, turned to Benny and just said a single word. "Josh!"
Wesley sat on his bed, staring down at the two suitcases and two boxes that, between them, essentially contained his entire life. He had been amazed when he had come to pack and realised exactly how little he actually had. If anything, it was a testament to exactly how consuming life in the house could be.
"All packed?" Charlie asked from the doorway.
Wesley jumped at the sound, turning to face his brother. "Hey, you shouldn't be..." he started.
"Malik said it was okay for me to come up here," Charlie cut his brother off, knowing what he was going to say before he said it. "That's everything then?" he asked, gesturing to the small pile.
Wesley nodded. "Yeah, bit sad, isn't it," he said with a sad smile. "Still, it's more than I had when I first came here."
Charlie looked suddenly sad of the state Wesley's life had been in before the house and unintentional reminder that he was to blame. It was part of the reason his brother was leaving. While they could talk to each other without resorting to name-calling or violence, the issues were still there, beneath the surface.
"You don't have to go, you know. If this is about me, then I'll go. You were here first, this is your home," Charlie said. They had discussed the subject several times over the last week, but he had to offer one more time.
"Thanks," Wesley said, standing to face his twin. "But it's not about you... well, not entirely. I just... I've been here for a while, I just need a bit of a break. Besides, this is your home now too and I don't really think you'd wanna leave your boyfriend behind, would you?" Wesley grinned cheekily. He, much like everyone else, had figured out what was going between Benny and Charlie almost immediately. Even if they had managed to do a better job of hiding it, the chemistry between the two was just far too obvious to ignore.
"What do you... I don't... erm... I don't have a boyfriend." Charlie said nervously.
Wesley raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Sure you don't," he said, disbelievingly.
"You ARE coming back, aren't you?" Charlie asked, glad of the chance to change the subject away from his supposedly-secret relationship.
"That's the plan," Wesley replied with a nod, forcing himself to think about Alex's words from earlier and avoid his own worst nightmares about it.
"Good. I went the best part of a decade without you. I don't wanna lose you again," Charlie said, shifting a little where he stood.
"Look, Lee..." Wesley said, pausing to sigh. "The... stuff between us, it sucks and sometimes it bothers me, but it's not gonna make me lose my brother again. I love you, bro."
Charlie grinned. "Ha, you said you love me.... you're gay!" he joked.
Wesley rolled his eyes as he shook his head, but pulled his twin into a hug anyway.
Sam sat telling to his old school friend everything that had happened over the last few months. He had only come to Benny for help in getting over Josh. He figured that if anyone would know how to do it, it would be Benny. Instead, he ended up telling the other Boy everything. Greg's assault by his Dad, Josh and Dale's split, Nick and Warren breaking up, Corey's problems, Warren's near-suicide.
Benny remained silent throughout the tale. Aside from Josh, he hadn't seen any of them for a couple of years, but he still felt a twinge of sadness listening to everything they had gone through as well as a sense of relief and happiness at hearing how it all seemed to be improving now.
What surprised Benny most, was hearing about the way Sam had become Josh's master for a while. He found it surprisingly arousing to hear how the boy had taken total control of his former lover, but felt a sudden urge of empathy over the sudden ending of their relationship. He knew how that felt all to well. It had only been two months since Benny had, fairly conclusively, ended things with Josh permanently but he had already made great strides in getting over him. He had a house full of subs and now a wonderful boyfriend too. Yet somehow, even hearing his name managed to reopen the old wound.
"I don't mean to sound... I dunno.... bitchy or anything here, but what exactly do you think I can do for you?" Benny asked when Sam finally finished.
Sam sighed and shrugged. "I don't know," he said downheartedly. "I just thought you might understand how I feel, and maybe have some advice on dealing with it."
"I don't really know if I'm the best guy for that. The first time I ended things with Josh, I pretty much just ran away from the problem. The second time... well let's just say that all got a bit complicated," Benny said, grinning as he considered his life at the house. Sam didn't smile back. The boy was clearly more upset than he had let on. "Okay, tell me something. What are you most upset about, actually losing Josh, or just not having someone to give orders to any more?"
"Well, the first one..." Sam insisted immediately, then went quiet as he thought about it. "Oh... well, actually.... maybe a bit of both."
"So... it sounds to me like the simple solution is to find yourself someone new to play with," Benny said with a shrug.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure guys are just lining up to be bossed around by an overly-bossy teen!" Sam said sarcastically.
Benny frowned. He would have expected everyone to know what he was up to at his house, so he was surprised that Sam seemed to not know about Benny's own army of subs. It didn't feel like the right time to bring that up, so instead he said, "Do you know anyone who might be into that? Anyone you'd like to put under your control?"
Sam shook his head for a moment and said, "No." Suddenly his eyes widened. "But I do know someone who I'd like to make suffer, although I somehow doubt he'd be exactly willing to... erm... enter my service!"
Benny grinned. "There may be ways around that, you know!"
The comment most definitely caught Sam's attention. "Tell me more!" he demanded eagerly.
The whole house had gathered that evening for Wesley's farewell party. It was nice in a way. Stanley, Henry and Anthony's departure had been sudden and extremely unceremonious. They pretty much just completed some paperwork with Benny and Roger, packed their bags and left. They obviously said goodbye to everyone, but there was neither the time nor the desire to arrange any kind of party for them.
Wesley, however, had given a week's notice. That was plenty of time to arrange the festivities. Everyone was together in the main lounge, a large table groaning under the weight of a lot of drinks, while another was piled high with food. For the special occasion, the Boys had all been allowed to be dressed, something normally banned in the house. It helped it feel more like an actual event rather than just another normal evening gathering.
The party was only just getting started when Benny called for silence. "I was going to do this later," he started, "But by the looks of all the booze, I'm gonna guess you'll all be too hammered to actually listen, so I thought I should do it now."
His comment got a round of cheers and raised glasses. The residents of the house certainly liked any excuse to have a good night of drinking, mainly because that would inevitably lead to some very naught behaviour!
"Wesley, come up here," Benny demanded. The crowd cheered again as Wesley moved up towards the Master. "Wesley, first of all I just want to say thank you on behalf of both myself and the rest of the house. Your service here has been incredible and I can say with complete honesty, you will be very, dearly missed. I have never known anyone with your incredible ability to cause pain while showing that you care at the same time. You've got a magic touch that we will never be able to replace but more than that, you're just an awesome guy. I think I speak for us all when I say, come back soon! So everyone, please raise your glasses.... to Wesley. Cheers!"
"CHEERS!" the crowd called out, raising their glasses.
All eyes suddenly fell on Wesley who looked more nervous than anyone had ever seen him. "Erm... sorry, I wasn't expecting this... so I'll be brief. I love you all, I'll miss you and I hope to come back soon. Cheers."
"CHEERS!" the crowd repeated.
"Great, that's the mushy crap out of the way. Bring on the booze!" Benny called out, making a dash for the drinks.
As expected, the alcohol flowed freely and fairly soon, just about everyone in the room was on their way to getting drunk. The only two had abstained were Roger, who wished to remain alert and vigilant, ever on duty. The other, for fairly similar reasons was Quentin. Aside from his early start at work the next morning, he avoided drinking on any school night in order to avoid any hint of intoxication at work.
"Hey," Zane said with a slight giggle as he approached Roger.
Roger looked around nervously, as if even speaking to the Boy would arouse suspicion. "Hey, having fun?" he asked quietly.
"Not as much fun as this morning," Zane replied with a devilish grin, much louder than Roger would have liked.
"Shh, keep it down," Roger hissed.
"You know I love you too, right?" Zane asked, getting even closer. "I know I didn't say it this morning, but that's just cos you caught me off guard, but I do love you."
"Zane, this isn't the time!" Roger insisted, backing away slightly. "Someone's going to hear you."
"Good. Let them!" Zane snapped. He had just told Roger he loved him, yet the General was only concerned about being heard. "I don't care who knows. In fact, I might just tell everyone..."
Before Zane could say any more, Roger grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the room. It caught everyone's attention a little, but mostly they just figured that it was a disciplinary matter rather than anything personal and the party went on without them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Roger demanded as soon as they were out of earshot of everyone else.
"Ooh, I like it when you get all angry like that!" Zane said lustily, leaning in towards the larger man.
"Zane, I'm not fucking about. What the hell was that? We can't let anyone find out about us!" Roger insisted.
Zane pulled free of his grip, scowling. "Oh, what, the big bad General's scared to let everyone know he's got a nice side?" he sneered, his speech slightly slurred by his inebriation.
"No, you little fucktard," Roger snapped back. "If Benny found out about us, he'd discipline us."
"Pfft, like I'm scared. I can take anything he could dish out," Zane boasted.
"He could make you leave," Roger snapped angrily. "He could make you leave, and then I'd lose you. THAT'S what scares me!"
"Would... would he really make me leave?" Zane asked, suddenly scared.
Roger shrugged. "He might, I don't know," he said gently. He took a few steps toward Zane and put his arms around him. "And I don't want that to happen. I love you, remember."
Zane leaned into the man, holding him tightly. "Say it again," he requested.
"I love you," Roger repeated, smiling down at him.
Zane sighed happily. They were words he had heard alarmingly rarely in his life and he was amazed at how much joy they had just brought him. Just six weeks ago, Roger had been this unattainable, sexy, terrifying, beautiful, intimidating force of nature. As he stood there in the man's arms, he couldn't help wondering if it was all too fast. From nothing to 'I love you' in six weeks. It felt fast, but.... right.
"Sorry," Zane said sheepishly as he pulled away. "I'll be more careful. And... I love you too."
"Good, now let's go back in there before someone comes looking for us," Roger insisted, leading the Boy back towards the lounge. As they walked in, they found everyone standing around a naked Wesley.
"Erm... what did I miss?" Roger asked, almost smiling.
"We decided to give Wesley a proper send-off, Benny's-House-Style," Malik said happily, flashing Wesley a cheeky grin.
"This is going to get messy, isn't it!" Wesley said, attempting to fake annoyance, but failing.
"Only for you." Malik replied happily.
"The word of the night, ladies and gentlemen... is bukkake!" Benny announced.
There was a mixture of cheers and confused looks.
"What's that?" Charlie asked with a frown.
"Just start jerking off!" Wesley snapped at his brother, getting a laugh from everyone else.
Within minutes, almost everyone was naked. A few people kept something on, but for the most-part, they were fully exposed. While everyone started with jerking themselves off, it didn't take long before they were lending each other hand... or other part of their anatomy!
Fortunately, that gave several people in the room the opportunity they had been looking for. Zane very unsubtly edged his way closer to Roger until he was close enough to grab the man's cock. The general gave him a disapproving look, but after the Boy flashed his cheekiest smile, he couldn't resist and was soon returning the favour.
Much the same happened with Benny, who pretty much just walked over to Charlie, wrapped his arms around him from behind and started jerking him off. As he did so, he started grinding his own cock into the man's naked rear. The two triggered a few concealed sniggers. Everyone knew about them, but it just felt like the right thing to do to let them think were continuing to keep it secret.
Some of the Boys were taking a final chance to take advantage of Wesley, having him stroke or suck them off. David looked like he was about ready to cry as he got what might have been his last ever direct contact with Wesley. It was a strange combination to see someone sad enough to cry and turned on enough to cum at the same time.
Malik was first to cum, shooting several thick globs of cum onto Wesley's soon-to-be-smothered face. He playfully slapped his softening cock against the young man's cheek and flashed him a smile before walking away to flop onto a sofa, watching the rest of the show. One-by-one, the rest of the house's residents shot over Wesley, gradually covering more and more of his face and chest.
Zane and Roger were so caught up in their mutual masturbation that they almost forgot where they were meant to be shooting, resulting in a mad dash across the room for Zane when the time came. He just managed to get there in time, accidentally shooting Wesley in their eye with his first shot, while the rest dribbled onto his chest.
David was last to cum, seemingly wanting to drag it out as long as he could. It was only when Wesley nudged the man's hand aside and finished off for him that he finally shot.
Everyone stood around the wet, sticky mess of a man. "Happy now?" he asked Benny, trying not to grin.
"Yeah, that'll do," Benny replied.
"Good," Wesley sighed as he stood up, looking down at the globs of cum dribbling their way down him. "I need a drink! And ideally, not something that's just come out of someone's cock!" he added. When he saw Malik sniggering at the state he was in, he picked a large blob of good from his chest and flicked it at him. That very quickly shut him up.
The party went on until the early hours of the morning, the usual curfew being set aside to allow them all to continue partying in Wesley's honour. As usual, Charlie ended up being 'selected' by Benny to join him in his room for the evening. Roger found himself wishing he could do the same as he gave Zane a secret good night kiss while nobody was looking.
One-by-one, they all headed off to bed, and so ended Wesley's final day in the house.