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Benny's House
Chapter 16 – A Master's Duty
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Saturday 18th April 2015
Right, I can't put this off any more. Victor keeps nagging me to start writing in my diary again, says it 'helps me organise my thoughts' or something, so I need to get used to doing it again. Hmm, so what's been happening since I last wrote? Well I broke up with Charlie, kicked Roger out, had a total nervous breakdown then let Roger come back. But that's the crappy stuff, I don't want to dwell on that!
So what's good then? Well like I said, Roger's back and after a slightly rocky morning with Zane, they're back together. It took some convincing though, that Boy can REALLY hold a grudge! He still won't talk to me, unless I order him to and even then he's just so cold. I really thought that letting Roger come back and letting them be together would buy me a little forgiveness, but sadly not. Speaking of them being together, I've not only relaxed the rules about relationships (they're allowed now, but I have to be told) but I've also allowed them to spend a couple of nights a week sleeping together.
I spoke to Charlie. Or rather, I tried to talk to him and just ended up crying like a little girl. Seems like that's all I've done lately. It's okay though, he did it too. He feels awful for hurting me. He kind of insinuated that he wanted to get back together with me, but that's just not happening. I think what I've learned from all of this is that I need to just be the Master. Getting involved any more than that is just asking for trouble. Besides, as much as it still makes me a little uneasy, I can't help admitting how perfect Charlie and Philip are together.
This week has definitely been a lot nicer. Most of the Boys have been off all week which was nice. After last week being so crap and so much of my time being dedicated to Charlie and Zane, I decided to give everyone else a little attention. Quentin, David, Abdul, Taro, Robert, Malik and Alex all got some good one-on-one time with me. Considering its not that long since I lost three of my Boys from not giving them enough attention, the last thing I want is to lose any more.
I've also met up with Sam a few more times this week. It's safe to say that he took the advice I gave him previously and really put it into practice, from what he says. I guess I'll find out for sure as I'm meeting up with him this afternoon.
Last week's gathering was a bit weird. Roger had only just got back and everyone was still a little on edge, so everything was just a little bit... off. Today though, we're all back to normal so tonight should be fun, especially as I'm finally going to punish Zane! I know it seems like I'm singling him out, but if you think about it, Charlie and Philip didn't actually break any rules, they hadn't actually started a relationship. Roger definitely broke the rules, but I think kicking him out was punishment enough and really that only leaves Zane. Actually, he should also be punished for throwing a breakfast tray at me and Roger last Saturday morning! Hmm, this could be fun!
Benny closed his diary as he heard a knock at his door. Victor was definitely right. It felt good to write in it again. Despite waking up alone, he was cheerful. Knowing that his house was back in order was such a relief.
Yawning, he called out, "Come in."
The door opened and in walked Quentin with Benny's breakfast. "Morning Sir," he said jovially.
"Hey Quentin," Benny said back, sitting up ready for the tray.
Once Quentin placed it down, he stood away from the bed and asked, "Anything else, Sir?"
"You in a hurry to go anywhere?" Benny asked casually.
Quentin shrugged. "No, not really," he replied politely.
"Have a seat then," Benny said, gesturing to the bed.
Quentin sat down, looking at the young Master expectantly.
"Toast?" Benny offered, holding out the plate from the tray.
Quentin smiled and accepted a slice, cupping a hand beneath it to catch any crumbs while he ate.
Benny swallowed a mouthful and asked, "So how are things downstairs now?"
Quentin swallowed too and shrugged once again. "All good, I think," he said thoughtfully. He stared down at the half-eaten slice of toast in his hand, thinking more about the question. "Things are still a bit weird between Charlie and Philip I suppose. It's kinda like they're scared to be alone together, scared something might happen."
Benny smirked, shaking his head. "They do know I'd allow it, don't they?"
"Yeah," Quentin said, nodding as he nibbled at the toast.
Benny continued shaking his head until he took a big gulp of orange juice.
"Zane's still... off a bit too, I suppose," Quentin said, thinking back through the last few days.
"Yeah, I kinda noticed that too," Benny said, smiling slightly. He sighed again and added, "I guess he'll come around eventually."
"Maybe. I don't know, though. I've met some stubborn people in my life, but that kid is up there with the best of them!" Quentin said, raising his eyebrows and nodding.
"How's David doing?" Benny asked. When he got a questioning glance from Quentin, he went on, "I know how hard he took Wesley leaving. I was keeping an eye on him to begin with, but then... well, things happened!"
Quentin frowned. "I'm not really sure. He's okay... I think. It's kinda of hard to get too much of a feeling for how most of the guys are that I don't share a room with. We don't really get much time to just chat," Quentin explained.
Benny nodded understandingly. "Yeah, that makes sense. So... how are you? Break's almost over, looking forward to getting back to school?"
Quentin's eyebrows raised. "Oh yeah," he said sarcastically with a slight smirk. "Well it's all good... apart from one student, he can be quite a handful!" he grinned cheekily, clearly insinuating he was talking about Benny himself.
Benny sat back, folding his arms as he glared at Quentin in mock-annoyance. "Oh really? Well don't forget, he could always make things worse for you!"
The older man looked suddenly sheepish. Even though he knew Benny was only joking, he knew all too well that the boy very easily could make his life hell, both at school and in the house. "Okay, good point," he said, looking down at his fidgeting hands.
"I could always make you act out that little fantasy of yours at school, you know!" Benny teased, referring to the scenario they had role-played as a reward for Quentin's competition win all those weeks ago.
"Oh God no," Quentin said looking suddenly alarmed.
"Hmmm," Benny said with a slight sneer. His eyes slid traced down the man's body, then back up to his face. "Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes!"
Quentin flushed bright red as he looked down at his swelling cock. The thought of playing out that scenario with his actual students filled him with mortal dread, but he couldn't deny the other reaction it was causing. "You actually want me to get arrested, don't you!" Quentin objected grumpily.
Benny was glad to have the bed covers and tray on his lap. Seeing the man get aroused so suddenly was having a similar effect on him, his own cock rapidly swelling to full size. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the blushing man. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he asked.
"No," Quentin insisted unconvincingly.
"Yeah you are," Benny argued. "You're thinking about sitting on your desk, totally naked, the whole class's eyes on you."
Quentin groaned, his hand finding its way unthinkingly onto his now solid shaft.
"Don't touch!" Benny snapped, causing the man to drop his arm back down to his side. "Close your eyes." Once again Quentin obeyed.
Benny moved the tray aside and threw back the covers, swinging his legs round to stand up. He stepped along the side of the bed, past Quentin and knelt on the bed behind him. He was very careful not to touch him, instead just leaning in, placing his lips about an inch from one of the older man's ears.
He blew lightly for just a second before he started talking, making him shudder. "You can see it, can't you. A whole classroom of horny teenage boys, watching you, seeing you all exposed and aroused, staring at you as your fingers wrap around your boner."
Quentin's grunts told Benny he was enjoying the thought.
"Then maybe one of them wants a closer look. Tim perhaps," Benny offered. When he got no reaction, he offered another name, "Harry maybe." Still nothing, so Benny went on, "Reece, Daniel, Kent."
The last name triggered a slight moan from the teacher.
Benny grinned. "Okay, so Kent it is. Yeah, he's definitely hot, isn't he. You like them tall then?" Benny continued to tease.
Quentin continued to moan, humiliated that his Master was managing to play on his fantasies so easily.
Benny leaned back and then moved around to whisper in Quentin's other ear, trying to keep him just a little disoriented. "Oh, you should see him in the changing rooms. What a body! His pecs are amazing, and already getting a bit of hair. The abs too. His treasure trail is so hot. And oh my God, talk about hung and he really likes to show it off too."
Quentin's moans intensified at the thought of the sexy teenager.
"So think about it. There you are, naked in class and Kent stands up, undressing as he slowly walks closer to you, those ridiculously blue eyes fixed on yours, licking his lips in anticipation," Benny described in a barely audible whisper.
"Ah, Sir..." Quentin moaned.
"That's what he'd say too," Benny teased. "Ah Sir, I want to touch you, that's what he'd say as he stood there naked in front of you. Would you let him?"
"Yes," Quentin gasped, his cock twitching with excitement at the mental image, Benny's breath on his neck heightening his arousal to unbelievable levels.
"So Kent reaches out, grazes your nipple with his fingertips before he places both palms on your chest and pushes you back, making you lay on your desk, every eye still fixed on your naked body," Benny went on. He now reached down to his own cock. His imaginary scenario was intended to arouse and tease Quentin, but he couldn't help getting more than a little turned on himself.
"So he climbs up on the desk, straddling you, his big meaty cock pressing against yours as he leans down and begins to kiss your chest, his hands sliding from shoulder to hip," Benny explained, picturing the encounter. "His lips make their way down your body until you feel them on the head of your cock. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue teasing the head as a hand cups your balls."
"Oh God," Quentin gasped, his eyes still squeezed tightly closed, his cock oozing a bead of precum.
"Then he moves round, bringing his cock over your face, slowly lowering it into your mouth. Inch after inch sliding between your lips as he continues to suck at yours," Benny whispered as he stroked his cock.
"There you are, on your desk, in front of the class, naked, sixty-nineing Kent right in front of them all. Every one of them sporting an erection of their own. You continue to suck and be sucked, getting faster and faster, closer and closer..."
"Aaah," Quentin groaned shakily.
Benny suddenly reached round, grabbed the man's cock and tugged at it. Just three strokes later, it erupted in an exploding of cum that shot out a few feet in front of him. Benny collapsed against the man's back as he coated it with his own spunk too.
Panting and coated in a slight sheen of sweat, Benny allowed his arms to wrap around the man, who eagerly leaned back against him, basking in his post-orgasmic glow and enjoying the closeness to his Master.
"Fuck," Quentin muttered.
"Enjoy that?" Benny giggled.
"Whadda you think?" Quentin asked in response, looking down at the thick globs of cum rapidly soaking into the sheets.
Benny kissed the back on the man's neck before climbing off the bed. "I'm going for a shower, you clean up here and then you can go," he said casually. He felt a little callous to just dismiss him like that, but he was determined to retain a strictly master/sub relationship with all the Boys from now on.
"Yes Sir," Quentin said, seemingly unbothered by the sudden dismissal.
Benny headed off into the shower, leaving Quentin to tidy up.
Benny knocked on the door and waited for what seemed like ages. Eventually, the door swung open and he was greeted by a naked, and very embarrassed-looking, young man. Benny's eyes narrowed slightly as there was a hint of recognition there. He definitely recognised the man, but couldn't quite place him.
"Come in," the young man said timidly, stepping aside to let Benny enter.
Cautiously, Benny stepped inside and let the naked man close the door behind him.
"In here!" a voice called from one of the rooms.
Benny headed towards the voice. As he walked through a doorway, he found Sam sitting on a sofa, staring back at him with a huge grin on his face. "Hey Sam," Benny said with a slight frown.
"Hi Benny," Sam said back cheerfully, then turned his attention to the naked man who had followed Benny into the room. "Sit!" he barked.
The young man obeyed immediately, dropping to the ground where he stood, sitting cross-legged.
"Good boy," Sam said with a wicked smile before turning his attention back to Benny. "So what do you think of James, then?"
The name was exactly the prompt Benny had needed to jog his memory. It was James, Dale's friend. Benny had only really seen the young man once, a few years ago, during the time he spent with Josh, but they had never actually met formally. All Benny really knew of him now was what Sam had told him when they had met up previously. It seemed James' actions, his selfishness, had caused a range of problems for Josh, Benny's first love.
Benny felt his gut tightening. His relationship with Josh had ended, the two very much going their own ways, but sometimes no matter how hard you try to forget them, feelings have a tendency to linger. This person, this naked slave, had been responsible for hurting someone Benny cared about!
"It looks like you've trained him well," Benny said proudly. It was actually a little surprising. Sam had come seeking his advice previously, being relatively new to the world of domming, yet here he was such a short time later with an older man seemingly totally at his command. In a way, it was almost as scary as it was impressive.
You got that right," Sam said with a smile, but his face quickly contorted into something else, something darker as he stared at James. "What are you, boy?" he snarled.
"Nothing!" James blurted out immediately, an obvious hint of fear in both tone and expression. "I'm a worthless, selfish little boy."
"Damn!" Benny muttered under his breath. Sometimes when he had a little free time, Benny liked to go online and talk to other doms so he could pick up tips, compare notes or just generally chat about their shared kinks so he had gotten used to the different types of doms that were out there. He knew there were some who dominated through mental manipulation and deviousness, some who relied entirely on positive reinforcement and rewarding good behaviour and there were others who relied on fear and intimidation, but most of what he knew had come from conversations or videos. To actually be in the presence of someone who excelled in the latter was actually a little intimidating.
When Sam had asked him to come and see his progress, he had expected to see a slightly confused teen attempting to control a misbehaving, defiant older man. Instead, James was broken, completely and utterly and Sam was basking in his new-found power.
"Come over here?" Sam snapped.
James climbed to his feet and walked to his master's side. Sam immediately jumped to his feet, nostrils flaring furiously. He swung his hand back and swiped it forward, smacking James' cheek with the back of his hand. James staggered backwards, grasping at his face.
Benny gasped as he saw the strike, freezing in place.
"DID I SAY YOU COULD STAND UP?" Sam screamed.
"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me!" James pleaded, dropping back down onto his knees.
"Get out of my sight, right now!" Sam growled.
James wasn't about to make the same mistake again. Remaining on his knees, he crawled out of the room. Sam slammed the door behind him, leaning on it as he breathed heavily.
Benny was repulsed. He knew every Master had their own technique and every Boy had their own limits, but what he had seen just felt wrong. He stood, ready to have a go at his friend, but quickly realised it wasn't necessary.
Sam turned away from the door, his cheeks streaked with tears, his hands shaking. He opened his mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was a series of whimpers as he stared at Benny helplessly.
"Oh God, Sam," Benny said, dashing forward and pulling his friend into a tight hug.
Sam clung to the other boy so tightly that Benny almost had to struggle to breathe, sobbing onto his shoulder. "Help me," Sam finally managed to say.
Benny was in a daze. Suddenly he was somewhere else. He was back in his old bedroom at his parents house. Josh was cowering on his bed, blood on his wrists from his struggle to get free and Benny was standing there, shaking and crying, begging for help.
He shook himself out of it and raised a hand to stroke through Sam's hair. "It's okay," he whispered. He knew better than anyone what it was like to really lose control, to know something is wrong, but to do it anyway.
Benny held his friend until he had calmed down enough to let go, then the two sat back down and spoke about what had just happened. Benny explained what had happened with Josh years earlier. Sam appreciated the explanation, not only because it filled in a few blanks about what had happened between Benny and his friends, but because it helped show that Benny truly understood what he was going through. Suddenly having so much power over someone, holding onto so much anger and lacking emotional maturity (he was only fifteen after all) was a dangerous mix.
They spoke for a while about it and by the time Benny left, he was satisfied that, at least for now, his friend was okay to be left in charge of James. He had agreed, however, to check in with him a couple of days.
The gathering had gone perfectly so far. The weirdness from the previous week was gone. Roger was back to organising everyone like he always had been before, people almost seeming to forget he had ever left. Malik had been given his usual task of teasing and edging the chaste non-residents. Benny wondered if any of them might be making the move up to resident any time soon. He certainly wouldn't mind a few more people in the house with so many departures of the last few weeks.
Zane now stood in the middle of the red carpet that ran from the front door to the grand staircase having been called out by Benny. The young Master couldn't help being reminded of Zane's first day, the look of stubborn nonchalance he had come in with was now very much back.
Benny did his best to hide the hurt. He cared about the Boy a lot, loved him in fact, always having taken great pleasure in the relationship they shared and how different it was from the ones he shared with his other Boys. Zane seemed willing to forget all of that, everything they had built, simply to hold a grudge over a decision that had now been overturned anyway.
Steely-faced, Benny stared down at him from the stairs. "Zane, for breaking the rules of the house you will be punished. Do you understand?"
"Whatever," Zane said with a shrug and a sneer, avoiding eye contact with his Master.
Benny did his best to hide his annoyance, but it still showed a little. He stepped down the three steps to ground level and paced along the carpet, flanked by Roger and Alex who carried the supplies necessary for the punishment Benny had planned. When they reached the Boy, Benny took a bottle from Alex and held it out.
"Drink this," Benny said flatly.
Zane looked Benny in the eye for a moment, down to the bottle then back up into his eyes. "What is it?" he asked coldly.
"It's just water," Benny said. "You need to be hydrated, for safety reasons."
Zane continued to glare at him for a moment before snatching the bottle and gulping the water down. He held out the empty bottle, which was taken by Alex. The Boy then looked around, avoiding looking at Benny.
"Look at me," Benny ordered.
Zane glanced at him for just a second, then looked away again.
"ZANE!" Benny snapped, his voice raising momentarily before taking a deep breath. He lowered his voice until it was barely louder than a whisper, so that only Zane, and perhaps the two Generals, could hear him. "Zane, forget about your grudge for just a second and listen to me because this is about your safety and that's more important, okay?"
Zane huffed, but then looked at his Master, pouting.
"Thank you," Benny said calmly. "Okay, you are about to get wrapped up. You will not be able to hear or see and you will not be able to talk so we need to remember some important signals. We will be leaving your index finger exposed. If you appear to be struggling to breathe, we will touch your finger. If you are okay, you just need to tap your finger a couple of times. If your finger stays still we will assume you are in trouble and you will be released immediately. Do you understand?"
"Yeah," Zane said flatly with a shrug.
Benny clenched his teeth, annoyed at the Boy's attitude. "Tell me the signals," he demanded.
Zane huffed again and said, "You'll touch my finger. If I'm okay, I tap, if I don't you'll release me."
Benny stared back at him for a moment, eyes narrowed. "Okay, good," Benny said, satisfied that the relevant safety measures were in place. He looked to Alex, then Roger and said, "Do it."
The two Generals immediately got to work on the Boy. They started by putting a blindfold on him and then ear plugs in his ears. Once that was done, they knelt down by his feet and picked up the large roll of plastic wrap. They made Zane put his feet together and started wrapping it around, beginning at his ankles. They passed the roll back and forth, going round and round, using several layers to ensure all movement was restricted, but being careful not to make it so tight it would restrict Zane's circulation.
They gradually worked higher and higher, making him hold his hands at his sides. When they reached his hands, Roger carefully arranged the wrap so that his lover's hand was pinned against his leg, but with the single finger free as arranged. Once that was done, wrapping up the rest of his body was quite quick. Once again, they were very careful around Zane's chest and neck, ensuring he was able to breathe unobstructed, something Roger had been quite worried about considering the Boy's asthma, but he was satisfied with the safety measures they had put in place. His eyes often glancing down to the two pairs of safety shears they had at hand for emergencies.
Finally, they wrapped Zane's head, leaving only his nose exposed for him to breathe. With the job done, they carefully tilted him back and laid him down on the ground. Carefully, Roger made a slight cut in the plastic at Zane's crotch, making a hole to reach in and fish out his cock and balls. With them now released from the plastic prison, some tape was applied around it to stop the plastic splitting and further. The cock quickly stiffened after it was exposed.
When the two Generals stood back, their work complete, Benny knelt down at Zane's side. He gently stroked the exposed finger. He quickly got several taps in return. The Master stood back up and looked at the rest of the Boys who had been watching eagerly. Several of them were sporting erections of their own, the punishment actually looking appealing to several of them.
"Okay, time to get started. Who feels like sucking?" Benny asked the small group of spectators.
As if sensing his permission without actually hearing the words, the rest of the Boys all moved out of the line they were still stood in and gathered round Zane. Most of them had a hand raised indicating their desire to suck.
Benny looked round them all and picked randomly. "Abdul, why don't you go first?"
The twenty-nine-year-old stepped forward eagerly. He always seemed a lot more enthusiastic and excitable when his nephew, Malik, wasn't around. Benny had always found that slightly intriguing. Whenever he asked Malik about the relationship with his Uncle, he always sidestepped it or changed the subject. Benny might have given it a little more thought right then if he hadn't been distracted by the sudden squirming from Zane as his cock disappeared into Abdul's mouth.
There was a muffled noise from the Boy on his back as he felt the lips sliding down his shaft. Benny couldn't help wondering what Zane was thinking right then. The young Master knew he simply wouldn't have been able to complete the task if he had been the one getting wrapped up. The thought of being so totally restrained – unable to move, talk, see or hear – it terrified him, yet Zane had accepted it so calmly.
After a few minutes of sucking by Abdul, Benny once again stroked Zane's finger. This time, the tapping he got in response was even more vigorous. It was hard to tell whether that meant he was enjoying it, or hating it!
As Abdul continued, Benny started looking round the group. He immediately noticed everyone was hard. Something about the punishment was obviously was obviously catching their attention. He decided to use it to help progress the activity.
"Alex, go fetch a glass," Benny ordered. He very nearly asked Roger, but based on their conversations earlier in the day about Zane's safety, he knew the man would be totally unwilling to leave his lover's side.
Alex frowned slightly, a little confused by the request but did it anyway, returning from the kitchen moments later.
"Okay," Benny said, standing up to address everyone. "In a moment, I will tell you to start jerking off. Whoever cums first, gets to suck or stroke Zane next. When you cum, do it in the glass. Everyone understand?"
There was an eager murmur of understanding from the crowd. When Alex gave the Master a questioning look, he immediately understood it as a silent request to join in the game. Benny couldn't help smiling at Alex's eagerness to help tease his friend, so he nodded his agreement back. Once again, he knew Roger wouldn't join in, his focus remaining entirely on watching Zane's chest rise and fall.
"Aaaand... begin!" Benny called out.
Immediately, several hands around him got to work. The silence was suddenly broken by the sounds of jerking off and gentle moaning. Amazingly, it took less than a minute before David stepped forward and snatched up the glass, raising it to his cock and shooting several thick globs of cum into it.
"Well, aren't we keen," Benny said with a slight smirk as he looked at David.
The older man looked ecstatic. Not only from his post-orgasmic high, but also at the thought of getting his hands on the mummified Zane's cock.
"Okay, everyone stop," Benny called out, getting several disappointed moans in reply. "Abdul switch out," he added.
Abdul moved as ordered and David keenly dropped into place. His hands immediately grabbed for Zane's exposed genitals, one taking hold of the rigid shaft, the other caressing his balls. Once again, Zane squirmed a little but achieved little. His movement was restricted to little more than a slight rocking, which, with David's hands on his cock, only intensified the stroking sensation.
Once again the crowd stood and watched, cocks rigid, eyes fixed. Fir several minutes, David teased and tugged, alternating between fast and strokes. Eventually, he smiled up at Benny and said, "I think he's close. You want him to cum?"
Benny nodded happily. "Definitely, and you can swap out after he does," Benny replied. He quickly looked round at the rest of the Boys who immediately caught onto his meaning. Once again, hands got to work on cocks, some desperate to cum, others simply wanting their turn on Zane.
David squeezed at the restrained Boy's balls gently as he sped up his other hand. As he had predicted, it didn't take long until Zane erupted, cum splatting heavily onto the plastic wrap covering his stomach. David continued stroking until Zane's squirming intensified, indicating that the post-orgasm sensitivity was building.
A matter of seconds after Zane had cum, Robert picked up the glass containing David's spunk and added his own to it. Now knowing the drill, the rest of the Boys stopped their own jerking and stood ready to watch the tattooed man take over from David. There were several sympathetic looks around the room as they quickly began to realise the discomfort Zane was about to be in. Having his cock played with right after cumming, but being unable to move away from it or even protest in any way. It gave several of them chills, while others felt their cocks twitching excitedly.
As David moved aside to let Robert take over, Benny took the glass from the man and knelt by Zane's side. He scooped the thick goo from his stomach and dropped it into the glass with the other two loads. Once that was done, he set it aside and watched closely as Robert closed his mouth around the slightly-softened cock.
Zane went wild, managing to rock much more vigorously than he had done so before. It was obvious how torturous the man's licking was on his sensitive organ. "Hold him down," Benny ordered Roger.
The large man quickly obeyed, kneeling behind Zane's head then leaning forward to press the Boy's shoulders down into the ground. He hoped inwardly that, somehow, Zane could tell it was his lover holding him and that it could provide at least a tiny bit of comfort for him, although he knew it was unlikely. He could see the Boy's chest rising and falling rapidly, deep breaths going in and out through his nose. He gave Benny a slightly alarmed look.
Benny immediately reached down and stroked the exposed finger. He watched nervously for a moment as it remained still. He was about to order Roger to release him when the finger finally tapped a couple of times. Benny smiled and nodded at Roger who didn't actually look very relieved.
As Robert's sucking continued, the sensitivity seemed to slowly die down and Zane's squirming lessened slightly. Gradually though, his breathing returned to a slightly more normal rate.
Benny turned his attention once again to the group of eager viewers. "Okay, who's next?" he asked with a devilish grin.
The watching Boys, and Alex, got to work once again. It was actually starting to get a little torturous for them too, the repeated stopping and starting. Each time, they got a little closer to cumming, only to have to stop again when somebody beat them to it.
Benny watched eagerly, wondering who might be next. His eye caught Quentin's for a moment, making him think back to their encounter that morning. He wondered if the older man was thinking the same thing.
After that, Benny inadvertently made eye contact with Charlie. He smiled at his former lover, cursing himself for suddenly feeling a flutter in his stomach. As much as he accepted that their relationship was over, as determined as he was to now remain detached from his Boys on that level, he couldn't help the feeling that he got when he looked at the beautiful man. The way Charlie looked back at him almost broke his heart. There were definitely still feelings there, that was undeniable and Benny knew that all it would take for them to get back together would be a simple nod, but he resisted, instead tearing his gaze away.
Funnily enough, his eyes next found their way onto Philip, the man who had essentially caused them to break up. Benny sighed slightly as he looked at the twenty-five-year-old. He knew he should resent him in some way but he simply couldn't find it in himself to do so. Philip was just too good a sub. Dedicated, loyal, honest, caring, obedient, everything a Master could ask for. Plus, he was fairly easy on the eye, a fact that suddenly seemed more prominent than usual. Charlie was stunning, Zane was undeniably cute, David was a handsome man but something about Philip was just mesmerising.
Benny's mind raced back to the week he had moved into his house, to the first morning Philip had walked into his room. He had been so timid, so nervous, but he had obeyed every command perfectly. More than that though, he had looked amazing doing it. As much as Benny loved Roger or Charlie's muscled build, or Taro's smooth, slender frame, Philip had the kind of body that Benny found most appealing – toned without being bulky, hairy but not excessively so, very much a 'normal-looking' guy.
As if having his Master's eyes on him had sped up the process, Philip dashed forward and took the glass, spurting another load into it. Breathing heavily and milking out the last few drops, he looked at Benny excitedly. The approving nod his Master gave him turned his happy smile into an ecstatic grin.
Benny's heart raced at the obvious joy the Boy got from his Master's approval. "Time to switch," Benny said, nudging Robert who had been so engrossed in sucking Zane's cock that he hadn't paid any attention to the progress of the Boys around him.
On and on the cycle went. Jerking off, cumming, taking over the torture. Some of the Boys quickly joined back in, even after cumming once and taking their turn. For some it was a case of being really turned on by the activity, some wanted to show off for their Master, while others were simply enjoying the chance to jerk off.
Benny suspected that Zane was certainly not enjoying it as much. He had cum three times now, still managing to produce a noticeable amount of spunk. However, based on how much he squirmed, shook and occasionally trembled, the sensitivity of his cock was insane. The Master regularly checked that he was okay though and despite the increasingly-concerned expression on Roger's face, Zane continued to signal that he was okay.
In a way, Benny had expected the Boy to hold his finger still early on in an attempt to escape his captivity and stifle everyone's enjoyment. It would have fit with his behaviour over the last few days. Any time he was given a task, he would call out the safety word almost instantly and even though it was clear he was not in trouble, the house rules dictated that the activity had to stop.
They had lost track of how long they had been going, only being reminded by the sudden reappearance of Malik and the unemployed non-residents. He had obviously given them a sufficient amount of edging before returning them to their chastity. It didn't take as long as it used to as there were now just five of them.
"Looks like we've missed some fun!" Malik said excitedly as he saw Zane wrapped up on the floor, his cock deep inside David's mouth.
"Hell yeah!" Alex said happily. He had taken his first turn earlier and was currently attempting to cum again to get a second.
The five naked, chaste Boys that followed Malik all stared wide-eyed too. In their current position, knowledge of the activities on the house were somewhat limited. Mostly they just tended to see what happened when they came to the house on a Saturday night, so needless to say, they were all very intrigued by what they saw. Had their devices not been so securely fastened to their cocks, there would likely have been another five erections in the room!
Benny kindly let the new arrivals watch for a while longer, Taro taking the next turn after David, but he began to consider ending the torture. Zane was obviously distressed, anyone sane would be after what he had been put through, but the Boy still refused to give up.
"Okay, one more time," Benny called out, prompting an immediate flurry of hands on cocks. He smirked quietly to himself as he thought about what was coming next.
Alex looked like he might be next to cum, but he was just beaten to it by Abdul who dashed forward to add a final spurt of cum to the glass. Triumphantly, he stepped towards Zane.
"Ah, not so fast!" Benny called out. Abdul stopped and turned as everyone looked to Benny. "I'm afraid the last one wasn't to decide who would get the last go on Zane, it was to decide who gets," he grabbed the glass from where Abdul had placed it, "This!" Benny held the receptacle up in the air. It was far from full, but with nearly a dozen loads in it, it was also certainly far from empty. He held it out to Abdul who took it reluctantly.
"Do I have to?" Abdul asked unhappily. His eyes quickly darted around the room, noticing with frustration the smug smirk on his nephew's face.
"Come on Uncle Abdul, down in one!" Malik called out, getting some sniggers and cheers from everyone else.
Abdul's eyes narrowed slightly at Malik's words, but they spurred him on, if only to spite the younger man. He raised the glass to his lips, then threw back his head and gulped the thick goo down in one go. As he lowered the glass, he wiped his lips with his forearm, pulling a slightly repulsed face as afterwards.
"Okay, that's all for now," Benny said, receiving an immediate chorus of complaints in response. "Roger, take everyone through to the lounge please."
Roger looked back at Benny, his concern obvious.
"Don't worry," was all Benny said back, raising his eyebrows.
Reluctantly, Roger stood up and started herding everyone away.
Benny stood looking down at Zane, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shook his head. The Boy had always been a little bit of a mystery to Benny, never seeming to act quite the way he expected. That was one of the many things that kept the young master so fascinated with him. How could he be so unwilling to engage on activities and then suddenly allow his punishment to go on for so long? Briefly, for just a second, he wondered if he should continue to torture the Boy, attempt to break him, make him quit. He suspected he could do it. In addition to the ongoing cock play, the soles of the Boy's feet were exposed. Benny had learned very quickly after his arrival in the house that Zane was extremely ticklish, but he absolutely hated it. Benny could so easily reach down and tickle them, there was no doubt that would be too much for the Boy to take.
Benny reached down, but paused with his fingers just inches from Zane's feet. He couldn't do it. As frustrated as he was with Zane's grudge, as much as he wanted to punish him for breaking the rules, he didn't want to actually hurt or upset him. Instead, he picked up a pair of safety shears and carefully slid one side of them inside the plastic wrap, quickly cutting up the length of the Boy's legs.
As soon as the legs were free, they spread out, bending slightly, reacclimatising to the sensation of movement. However, as Benny continued cutting upwards, Zane's arms began to come free. That seemed to be when the panic set in. His chest began to heave as his hands, finally free, reached up and started grabbing at the plastic wrap around his head.
"Hey, it's okay," Benny said before remembering the ear plugs. Instead, he did his best to continue cutting the plastic away while avoiding the flailing limbs.
As Zane's head was released, he sucked in several deep breaths and moaned loudly, the sound quickly turning into sobs. Benny pulled off the blindfold and plucked out the ear plugs as Zane curled up into a ball, crying helplessly. As he lay there, he started shivering. Benny had prepared for that, making sure he had a heavy blanket ready with the rest of the supplies. He grabbed it and did his best to wrap it around the Boy.
"Hey, it's okay, shh... it's okay," Benny whispered, reaching down and stroking his fingers through Zane's hair. It was damp with sweat, as was the rest of his body.
Zane reached out for him, Benny immediately moving closer to comfort him, letting the Boy's head rest in his lap. They remained like that for several minutes, allowing Zane to regain his composure a little and, thankfully, stop shivering.
"Zane?" Benny asked quietly. From the slow, rhythmic breathing, he wondered if the Boy had fallen asleep, but soon realised he hadn't when he looked up at him.
Zane attempted to speak, but only a croak came out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "H... how... long?"
Benny slid the phone out of his pocket and looked at the time on it. He had to guess as he wasn't sure exactly what time they had started, or how long he had been sat with the Boy, but he replied, "About two hours. You did SO well."
Zane attempted to say something back, but it caught in his throat as he almost cried again.
Benny felt a knot in his stomach. The punishment had clearly been much more upsetting than he had ever expected. He hated seeing him that upset, but once again he found himself wondering... why? Whilst his submissive side had, in all likelihood, revelled in the activity for some of the time, it had to have been fairly terrifying for the rest of it. Why had Zane continued? He had to know!
"Why did you keep going?" Benny asked, barely louder than a whisper.
Zane sniffed as he stared upwards, his big brown eyes still watery. "It was my punishment," he replied in a similar tone to Benny.
The younger teen looked even more confused. "Yeah, but you could have just quit, pretended you were in trouble."
Zane shook his head weakly. "I deserve to suffer," he insisted.
Benny frowned. "Why... why would you think that?"
"Because... I broke your rules. I disobeyed my Master," he said, barely holding back more tears.
"Well yes, that's why you got the punishment, but you know I'd never want to hurt you," Benny said back, stroking the Boy's hair again.
"But you did!" Zane said back slightly pointedly. "Not tonight, but before."
"Do you mean when I made Roger leave?" Benny asked, slightly sheepishly.
Zane shook his head. "No. That sucked, but... I got why you did it," he explained. "I meant what came after."
Benny now looked even more confused. He hadn't done anything to the Boy, or at least, nothing he could think of. He shrugged slightly. "But I... didn't do anything," he said blankly.
"Exactly!" Zane snapped angrily. "I broke your rules, I pissed you off, I made you lose your best sub and... nothing. No punishment, no repercussions, you just let me carry on."
"You WANTED to be punished?" Benny asked in surprise.
"Yes," Zane said back, then frowned slightly. "Or... no. Well, I just wanted you to do anything, but you didn't. That made it pretty clear that you hated me!"
Benny stared in shock. He couldn't believe Zane would ever say, or even think, something like that. He was at a total loss for words.
"Then I just kept acting out and you still did nothing. You just let me keep doing it. That made it pretty clear that you just don't give a fuck about me." Zane sat up as he spoke, scowling at his Master.
Benny felt like he had stopped breathing entirely. The knot he had felt in his stomach earlier now felt about the size of a football. He tried to speak, but only a gasped breath came out, accompanied by a single tear trickling down his cheek. "You think... I hate you?" he whispered.
Zane looked surprised by the reaction, but nodded anyway.
"You couldn't be more wrong," Benny insisted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, Zane was still staring back at him. He took a few more deep breaths, psyching himself up to say things he had only shared with Victor before. "When Roger left I was barely holding it together. The reason I didn't punish you right away wasn't because I hated you, it was because I thought YOU hated ME. I thought if I pushed you any more, you might just get up and go too." Benny paused again, barely holding himself back from breaking down entirely.
Sir, I..." Zane started, but was halted by a raised hand indicating Benny wasn't finished.
"And I honestly think that if I'd lost you too... that would have been it. I don't think I could have carried on. I was terrified of losing you because I love you," Benny explained to a slightly flabbergasted Zane. "I love you Zane," he continued. "I love all my Boys, but something about you.... you're special. I know the way I feel makes me treat you differently from the others and that's not really fair, but I can't help it. It makes it harder to punish you too. Even though I know you enjoy part of it, the thought of hurting you makes me want to cry." He wanted to say more, but it was all too much for him.
"You don't hate me?" Zane mumbled back. It was more statement than question, an utterance of relief more than anything.
Benny shook his head for just a moment before Zane lunged at him, wrapping himself around his Master in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry I doubted you," Zane whispered.
"And I'm sorry if I hurt you," Benny replied in a similarly hushed tone.
After hugging a little longer, Zane pulled away, his eyes fixed on the floor between them. "Can I make a request?"
"Sure," Benny replied, smiling slightly.
"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Zane asked shyly.
"But I allowed Saturdays as one of the nights you can sleep with Roger," Benny said back, casually reaching out to stroke a blanket-wrapped arm.
Zane pursed his lips and shrugged. "I know, but he'll understand. You ARE my Master, after all."
Benny smiled at the comment. "And you're my sweet little pup," he said back with a nod. He stood up and helped the Boy do the same. "Come on, let's go catch up with everyone else."
As they walked slowly towards the door to the lounge, Zane reach down and took Benny's hand, holding it tightly.
When the door opened, the room dropped into silence as every eye fell on Zane. As he peered round nervously, everyone erupted into loud cheers.
Benny had retreated to his lounge shortly after escorting Zane in to join the others. After his hero's welcome, Zane had quickly joined in the loud merriment. Benny found himself reminded of a similar Saturday night a couple of months earlier, shortly after Zane had joined the house. He had been so shy and even a little withdrawn then and while he still tended to shy away from the others a little, he was visibly much more at ease.
Thinking about that night also made Benny remember his encounter with Philip, how the Boy, in a completely drunken state had staggered in to see Benny. The Master felt a slight twinge of guilt as he remembered how he had teased and tortured Philip for his intrusion that night. Surprisingly, Benny's mind lingered on him longer than he would have expected it to. That was twice in one evening he had found himself distracted by the same young man.
Thankfully, he was interrupted from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He knew who it was from the knock alone – it was Alex. "Come in," he called out happily. Benny smiled at the thought of seeing Alex, and then chuckled slightly to himself. It was difficult to believe that just a few months ago, Benny had been considering asking the eighteen-year-old to leave the house.
"Hey," Alex said cheerfully as he walked in.
"Hey," Benny said back.
"Just thought I'd come see if you're okay," Alex explained as he approached. Instead of sitting opposite Benny as most people tended to, Alex sat down beside him.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Benny asked with a casual shrug.
Alex mimicked the shrug before saying, "I dunno, maybe because of the stuff with Zane?"
Benny looked surprised. He knew Alex and Zane were good friends, but he was surprised the Boy would have told Alex much about their encounter after the punishment. "Zane told you about that?" he asked.
Alex shook his head. "Nah, he wouldn't tell me anything," Alex replied, "But I know Zane and I know you, so I can tell that whatever happened, it was pretty heavy."
Benny's eyebrows raised. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said back. For just a moment, he considered sharing what had been said, but it felt wrong. It felt like the things they had said to each other were too private to share, with anyone. Instead he settled for a suitably cryptic, "It was definitely heavy, but it was all good."
"Good," Alex nodded. He was definitely curious, almost desperate to know what he had missed, but could tell from Benny's tone that he wasn't about to share any more, so he opted for a subject change instead. "Hey, erm... how would you feel about getting some new blood in the house?"
Benny immediately thought about the five non-residents who had been at the house earlier. He had heard them leave shortly before Alex came in. "Has one of the unemployed ones got a job?" he asked curiously.
"No," Alex replied. He paused to think for a moment, then said, "Actually, one of them might, but that wasn't who I was thinking."
"Then... who?" Benny asked, slightly suspiciously.
Alex actually looked a little hesitant at first, as if unsure himself of his suggestion. "Do you remember my cousin, Zack?"
Now there was a blast from the past for young Master. Benny had met Alex's cousin once. It was on the same day he met Alex for the first time. They had been on a day out at a nude beach and it was actually Zack who had brought them together... or rather, a certain part of Zack! The boy had only been fourteen at the time, but was already impressively endowed. Throughout the course of events that day, Benny had had the pleasure of seeing the ample package at full size, almost ten inches! Benny suddenly realised he was in a slight daze and shook himself out of it.
"That's a yes then?" Alex asked with a smirk.
"Yeah," Benny said, blushing profusely. Then he thought for a moment. "Wait, he's... not old enough, is he?"
Alex nodded. "Yeah, turned sixteen last month. Still seems weird. He'll always be an annoying little kid to me!"
"Not so little..." Benny muttered under his breath, getting a slight smirk from Alex. "Oh, so... is he interested in.... all of this?"
Alex nodded. "Seems to be. I mean, he's been asking about coming here since I first told him about it, but since he turned sixteen, it's all he talks about."
"Sub or dom?" Benny asked thoughtfully.
"Sub. Definitely a sub!" Alex replied insistently. "He's been taking orders from me since we were kids."
Benny lounged back for a moment, considering the options and looking carefully at Alex. "I'm a bit reluctant to have someone that young here..."
"But you're..." Alex interrupted, but Benny cut him off.
"Yes, I know, I'm only sixteen too, but being sixteen and in charge is a bit different to being that young and totally at the mercy of older guys, doing things he's probably never even dreamed of!" Benny explained. "But... I'm not saying no. Why don't you invite him here for an evening. That way, I can talk to him, we can show him what's what and see for certain if I think he'd do okay here."
"That's great!" Alex said happily. "I'll let him know and arrange a night."
Alex rushed out, presumably eager to pass on the (potentially) good news to his cousin.
A short time later, Benny decided to head up to bed. He considered briefly looking in on the Boys in the lounge, but decided against it. All it would do was tempt him to join them and as much fun as that would be, he was determined to keep his distance from them wherever possible. That seemed like a strange concept considering the things he had said to Zane earlier that evening. How could you retain a cold detachment from someone you have just professed your love to, even if it was just the love of a master and slave rather than romantic attraction. It was a fine line to walk and he still occasionally found himself wobbling.
He didn't have long to think about it though. As soon as he stepped out of his private lounge, he heard the echoed whispers of a conversation going on. Whoever it was, they were stood behind the grand staircase, near the door to the cellar and speaking in sharp, but hushed tones. Determined not to be drawn into anything, Benny simply started up the stairs, but as he neared the top, he reach a spot where the sounds carried perfectly to him. He paused as he recognised the two voices as Malik and Abdul.
"But you know I don't want to," Abdul appeared to object.
"Well I'm telling you that you DO want to!" Malik insisted in response.
"You can't..." Abdul started. He paused as if trying to steel himself. "You can't keep making me!"
"Wow," Malik replied, "That's an interesting choice of words, isn't it?"
"Mal, don't." Abdul objected.
"Don't call me that," Malik growled back angrily. "You don't get to call me that any more. You lost that right when you..." his voice trailed off.
"Okay, sorry," Abdul said back sheepishly. "But how long is this going to go on for? I mean, I had to drink a glass a cum today!" His tone was one of pure disgust.
Malik chuckled. "Yeah, that was awesome."
There was a sudden thud. Momentarily, Benny worried that Abdul had struck his nephew for the comment. Instead, it appeared to be the other way round as Malik's tone lowered into an angered snarl, "And you'll do this for as long as I tell you to, otherwise... well, you know what'll happen!"
Abdul gagged a little. It sounded like Malik actually had him by the throat. Benny stomped a foot on the stairs.
"Who's there?" Malik called out, dashing out to look up.
Benny peered over the handrail at his General, putting on an innocent face despite what he had just heard. "Oh, hey, I never saw you down there!" he said lightly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Malik said back with a smile. He shot a quick glance back at Abdul who had remained hidden from Benny's view, then looked back at his Master. "Going to bed?"
"Yup," Benny said with a nod. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, g'night," Malik replied.
Benny continued up the last couple of stairs, then paused to listen again in case anything else happened. He couldn't hear quite as well from his new position, but the two appeared to exchange a few more words before one headed down to the basement and the other into the kitchen. Slightly concerned, but satisfied there was no immediate issue, Benny continued to his room.
It was shortly after midnight that Benny heard his door open. He was laying curled up in the dark, but was still wide awake so he quickly sat up and clicked on a light. He smiled at Zane who stood awkwardly just inside the door.
"Hi Sir," he said quietly.
"Okay, you can sleep down there," Benny said, pointing to the pile of cushions on the ground across the room.
Zane looked at it, then back at Benny, his eyes full of sorrow. He sighed, then started slowly towards the cushions as he said, "Yes Sir."
"Zane!" Benny said sharply. When the Boy looked at him, he smiled and added, "I'm joking, come here." He patted the bed beside him.
The Boy's face lit up. He dashed across the room and jumped. He landed on the empty side of the bed and bounced lightly a few times before scurrying to get under the covers. Benny left the light on for now, but settled back into bed, turning to face the new arrival. He didn't say a word, he simply raised a hand to the Boy's cheek and stroked it gently, then leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead.
Zane closed his eyes and mewed happily, enjoying both sensations. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself face to face with his Master. It was Zane's turn to kiss as he leant forward a planted a delicate peck on Benny's lips before snuggling close to him and burying his face in the younger teen's chest.
Benny reached up and turned out the light, then wrapped his arms around Zane.
"Sir," Zane whispered.
"Yeah?" Benny whispered back. He had no need to be quiet, but it was just instinct to reply in a similar way.
"I should have said this earlier, when you said it to me. I'm really glad to have you as my Master and I love you too," he explained.
Neither of them spoke again, they just lay there until sleep took them both.