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Benny's House
Chapter 17 – The Visitor
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Thursday 30th April 2015
Today was... normal! That's obviously a relative term. For me, a normal day involves a small group of naked men, torture, humiliation and dominance, but that's what this was. The house has been through some ups and downs in the past couple of months, so finally getting back to a few of these 'normal' days is real progress!
I mean, it wasn't totally drama free, it never is. I finally dealt with some of things I've been putting off for a couple of weeks, which I suppose is a bit of a relief, but it wasn't easy. You know, the more I learn about my Boys, about who they are, where they come from and the things that have lead them here, I sometimes wonder if I should rename this place 'Benny's Home for Damaged Boys'.
Benny sat in class staring blankly at the teacher as he rambled on about the upcoming exams. He had always found school fairly easy and, despite all the distractions in his life, he was already fairly confident that he was prepared, so the constant nagging the teachers were doing was getting more than a little dull.
Thankfully, it gave his mind time to wander and reflect on some things from the last couple of weeks. One of his main concerns was actually outside of the house. He had recently started to reconnect with an old school friend, Sam. The other boy seemed to be following in his footsteps with regards to his taste in kinks. Sam had actually been Josh's master for a while before losing him but had since moved onto someone else.
Benny had seen Sam with his new sub, James, but the encounter had set alarm bells ringing. Sam was obviously struggling to handle his new position of power and was at risk of causing harm to not only his new sub, but to himself too. Benny had met up with him again a few days after that encounter.
They had met at a nearby coffee shop and Benny had voiced his concerns about what Sam was doing. He had actually expected a fight, expected Sam to argue and insist he was okay with what he was doing, so he had been pleasantly surprised when the other boy ended up agreeing with everything Benny said.
"You're right," Sam agreed. "Even if I was ready to be in charge of someone like that, James isn't the right person. There's too much anger and resentment there and if I keep going, I'm gonna hurt him!"
Benny was delighted to hear that. He certainly had no love for James after hearing what he had done to Josh, so it was more of a relief to see Sam getting out of the potentially harmful situation. Having expected the conversation to go on longer, Benny was slightly at a loss for what to talk about. Inevitably, the conversation turned to focus on Benny himself.
"So why don't you tell me a little more about this house of yours?" Sam had asked.
Benny was a little shocked. He didn't know Sam was even aware of it. He had intentionally avoided talking about it when they had met up previously. He figured it must have come from Josh, probably via Warren. He attempted to avoid the subject at first, but Sam was persistent, gradually wearing him down.
Benny finally relented and told Sam all about it. As soon as he started talking, he wondered why he had avoided it. It actually felt amazing to talk about it, to explain what he had managed to build, to show off the number of men at his command.
Sam was mesmerised by the entire concept and hearing about it had certain, more physical, effects on him too. The boy's arousal confused Benny. Despite being Master to Josh and then James, despite his interest in a house of gay S&M, Sam was essentially straight! The thrill he got came from the power and the control rather than any actual physical interaction. It was something that Benny, in all the time he had spent immersed in the world of BDSM, had not encountered before.
Since that day, Sam's persistence had continued, but this time focussed on something else. He wanted to see the house, to see Benny in action and experience what it was like to have a small army of subs at his command. Telling someone about the house was one thing, but showing it to them was something Benny was not yet ready for.
Benny was shaken from his thoughts by the teacher slamming a book down with a loud bang. Someone had presumably said something to upset him, but Benny simply shook his head and went back to daydreaming.
He had spent a significant portion of the last two weeks attempting to covertly spy on Malik and Abdul. The exchange he had spied on the previous weekend had piqued his curiosity, as well as concerned him slightly. It had been obvious from the day they came to the house that there was something between the Uncle and Nephew beyond what they said, but they had always managed to avoid talking about it.
Normally when Benny asked about it, Malik would respond with, "Meh, it's just family stuff."
Annoyingly, he had not been able to catch anything else going on between the two, which only made him more curious. On the positive side, he had also not seen anything else to cause alarm, so he was able to dismiss the previous incident as a one-off.
The bell finally rang, setting him free for the day. He headed for the exit. As he passed Quentin's classroom, he considered stopping in to see him, maybe having some fun, but decided against it. Quentin was becoming more and more useful as his 'man on the inside' down with the other Boys. He kept an eye on everyone and reported anything to Benny that he needed to know about. He was by no means a snitch. He didn't report back ever thing that got said, he simply watched for any potential problems to help Benny stay ahead of them. As such, Benny had been easing up on the torture a little.
He stopped briefly outside the open door, just long enough for Quentin to see him before he smiled, waved and walked on. As he got outside the school gates and started towards the house, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw Sam standing there.
"Sam? You okay?" Benny asked, immediately concerned that something might be wrong.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said back happily.
Benny frowned at him for a moment. "What are you doing here then?" Benny asked, slightly confused.
Sam shrugged, feigning innocence as he said casually, "Well I was in the area so I figured I'd come say hi... maybe walk home with you..."
Benny scowled. "You're not coming to the house!" he snapped.
Sam pouted. "Aww, why not?"
"Because I said so!" Benny said, inwardly shuddering at how much he sounded like his Dad.
"Well... I'll just follow you then!" Sam argued, folding his arms defiantly.
Benny stared back at the younger teen. "Then I'll just stay here until you have to go home. I'm guessing your parents will be expecting you back at some point. I don't have that problem!" he said triumphantly. Despite coming up with what he thought was a fool-proof argument, he felt a sudden pang of loss. It had been over three months since he had seen his parents properly. He shook the thought from his mind as he attempted to stare down Sam.
Sam looked defiant for a moment before his face dropped as he realised Benny was right. "Come on Benny, please. I just... I really need to see the place," he pleaded.
Benny stood still, stone-faced.
Sam sighed, suddenly looking even more sad. ""I just... need to see the dom/sub thing done right. I don't... wanna hurt anyone again."
Benny groaned. He didn't quite know whether it was a sincere request or just an attempt to play on his sympathy, but it worked. "Fine," he huffed. He started walking away, then looked back to Sam and said, "Come on then! You can see the house."
"Oh my God, seriously?" Sam said in surprise, a huge grin spreading across his face as he dashed to catch up with Benny.
"Yes, seriously," Benny said grumpily, despite the smile attempting to break out at Sam's enthusiasm. "But one rule!"
"Okay," Sam said with a shrug.
"Don't tell anyone. I know Josh has seen the house and he's probably told the others all about it, but.... I dunno, I just don't want everyone knowing every detail, okay?"
Sam nodded his agreement and the two boys continued walking.
On the way, Benny did his best to explain how things worked in greater detail than he had explained before, telling his friend about the various roles in the house, the areas the Generals specialised in, who the Boys were and pretty much anything he could think of.
By the time they arrived, Sam felt he was fairly well prepared for everything, at least until he saw the house itself. "Fuck me!" he called out in shock as they passed through the gates and the house came in to view. "It's bigger than I expected. It's a fucking mansion!"
Benny chuckled. He could understand the other boy's reaction, it had been much like his own the first time he had come to see it with Roger. Admittedly, it looked a lot better than it had back then. A lot of work had been carried out over the months in controlling the plant life on the grounds, redecorating the outside and generally fixing it up.
"Yeah, and it's all mine," Benny said proudly. Regardless of the mini society he had built inside it, he was still amazed that he actually owned such an impressive piece of real estate. He led Sam up the steps to the front door and pushed it open.
Sam's eyes widened once again as the huge atrium came into sight. His attention immediately turned to the large man stood just inside the door. "You're Roger, aren't you!" he said excitedly before Benny could carry out any introductions.
"Erm... yes," Roger said, slightly taken aback by the sudden new arrival. "And who's this?" he asked, looking to Benny.
"This is Sam," Benny said, gesturing to the other boy. "I thought I'd finally let him see the house."
Roger smiled slightly for a moment before forcing himself back into his usual blank expression. Inwardly, he was glad to see Benny with Sam. Over the last couple of years, despite the recent disagreement, Roger had been a best friend to Benny, especially since he moved into the house. However, he always felt like his Master needed more, someone he could talk to, hang out with, someone who knew of the house, but wasn't actually involved. Perhaps Sam could be exactly that. "Welcome to the house," Roger said flatly.
Benny dumped his bag in his lounge, then started showing Sam around. They had a little time before anyone else was due to arrive home, but he made sure they were done in time for that. The two of them settled on the stairs, eagerly watching for when the door would open and the first Boy would return home.
They watched eagerly as one-by-one the residents returned. As each one came in, Sam attempted to guess who they were based on the descriptions Benny had given previously. Most of them he got right, but a a few names just about managed to slip his mind. Each of the residents paused momentarily as they saw the other boy sitting with their Master before following the usual instructions to strip. A few were visibly reluctant to get naked in front of the stranger, while others revelled in having someone new to show off for. Charlie in particular seemed to like the extra attention.
"Wow, he's hot!" Sam muttered quietly to Benny as he watched Charlie strip.
Benny sighed. He hadn't yet explained to Sam what had happened with Charlie and the others. For now, he figured it wasn't necessary, instead simply agreeing with his friend. He did find it just a little strange that the 'straight' boy would make such an observation, but that was how Sam had always been. He was just as likely to comment about a sexy woman as he was about a hot guy, he just seemed able to appreciate anyone of beauty.
"I wanna play with him!" Sam said excitedly, virtually bouncing up and down.
"Ha. No!" Benny said sharply. "I let you come here to see what it was like. I never said you could actually get involved."
"Aww come on, you can't dangle all these subs in front of me and then tell me I can't play with them. That's just mean," Sam complained.
"No, just because you don't like it, that doesn't make it mean. I never set any expectations of interaction. You can see the house, those were my exact words!" Benny said calmly. He suddenly felt like he was talking to a defiant sub rather than his friend, which was reflected in his tone.
Sam pouted and folded his arms. "Fine. I'll just watch then," he said back moodily.
They continued watching as everyone else arrived home, Sam seeming to quickly get over his bad mood as he observed.
Benny watched particularly closely as Malik and Abdul arrived home together. As the Generals weren't required to be naked at all times, only Abdul had to disrobe as he entered. Malik could easily have gone off to do his own thing, but instead he stood and watched his Uncle strip, even going as far as to point out the additional observer in an attempt to embarrass the older man more.
"That was kinda hot," Sam said as the two finally moved on from the doorway. "Are they really Uncle and Nephew?"
Benny could understand why it may not look like it, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah, Malik's the eldest of his siblings and he's twenty-two. Abdul is his Dad's youngest brother and he's only twenty-nine. So even with only seven years between them, Abdul's still his Uncle."
"Must be weird for him, being at his nephew's command," Sam said with a slight frown.
Benny smirked back at him. "Seriously? Think about Josh, Nick and Corey, or even Warren and Dale. Now does Abdul's situation really seem so weird?"
Sam chuckled back. "I guess not," he said with a grin.
Benny felt that twinge in his stomach again, the one he got whenever he thought about his old group of friends. Some of them he hadn't really known for that long before cutting them out of his life, but others had been around for years. Josh had started off as his babysitter at the age of fourteen, when Benny had been just seven years old. As he dwelt on it, he unintentionally let out a heart sigh.
"You okay?" Sam asked, nudging Benny's arm.
Benny smiled back at him. "Yeah," he said back, nodding, "Yeah, just thinking."
Sam thought for a moment before he smiled too, then decided it was probably best to change the subject. "So when does the fun start?" he asked eagerly.
"Normally not until after dinner," Benny replied, grateful of the distraction. "But if I feel like having some fun before then, I just have to order it."
"Go on then," Sam spurred him on, "Order it!"
"Okay," Benny said happily, slightly excited at the prospect of really being able to show off. He got up and headed down the stairs, gesturing for Sam to follow. "Roger," he called across the atrium, "Once everyone's home, bring two of the Boys to my lounge please."
"Which two, Sir?" Roger asked. He kept it formal in the presence of the visitor.
Benny shrugged. "Your choice." Without another word, he headed to his lounge, Sam following closely behind.
The two boys sat discussing what Sam would like to see until there was a knock at the door, making Sam virtually bounce up and down in anticipation.
Benny grinned at Sam's excitement, but forced any emotion from his face as he called out, "Come in."
The door opened and Roger entered first. Benny was curious to see who his General had picked. He briefly wished he had specified, if only to make sure it was someone he knew Sam would enjoy watching. Taro and David followed in behind the large man. Benny smiled, pleased with Roger's choices.
"Anything else, Sir?" Roger asked flatly. Getting a head shake from Benny, he turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Taro and David both stood, quietly waiting for their commands. All they had been told was that Benny had wanted them. They suspected that the visitor would still be there, so it was no surprise to see Sam sat beside their Master.
"Taro, David, this is Sam, Sam, this is David and Taro." Benny introduced his friend to his Boys, "Sam is just visiting for the evening. He's very interested in the sort of things we do here."
Taro and David both had to stifle a smile. From Sam's obvious eagerness, Benny's words were somewhat of an understatement.
"Let's start out simple," Benny said casually. "Why don't you let Sam see you both hard."
Without a moment's hesitation, both Boys immediately grabbed their cocks and started stroking them. Sam let out a quick chuckle of excitement as he observed their willingness to comply.
"Why don't you do each other," Benny called out, relaxing back in his seat, the total opposite of Sam who was leaning further and further forward.
Once again the two Boys complied, letting go of their own near-erect cocks and grabbing each other's. They looked at each other briefly and both blushed.
Benny grinned at his two subs. They both spent every minute at home naked, engaged in all kinds of sexual activity on a daily basis without either of them being slightly fazed, yet something as simple as just jerking each other off could make them blush. It was so sweet.
Sam quickly leaned back and whispered something to Benny. The two Boys watched slightly apprehensively, wondering what was coming next, but Benny shook his head.
"Nah, not yet. Maybe later," Benny replied loudly to his friend. In truth, he liked what Sam had suggested and was actually thinking of ordering it next, but the last thing he wanted was for Sam or either of the Boys to get the impression that anyone but him was allowed to call the shots.
Satisfied that they had completed Benny's actual instruction to let Sam see them hard, Taro and David let go of each other and dropped their hands back to their sides.
"Good Boys," Benny said happily. He had actually expected them to just continue until told to stop, intending to discipline them when they didn't. As disappointed as he was about not being able to do it, he felt a surge of pride that they were well enough trained to follow his actual order so precisely. "Okay, who needs a spanking?" he mused quietly.
David's eyes lit up at the mention of it, as did Sam's. Benny would have liked to sate David's desire, but his threshold for pain was too high. Benny had a plan and he needed someone less tolerant to prolonged spanking.
"Taro, bend over the chair," Benny ordered. He felt almost guilty as he saw the disappointment in David's eyes and made a mental note to make it up to him later. For now, he had a job to do.
As Taro moved into position as ordered, Benny moved across to him. He didn't retrieve any tools today, instead intending to rely solely on his hand. Without warning, he raised his hand and slapped it onto one of Taro's bare cheeks. He intentionally shaped his hand to cause the loudest slap he could without actually causing too much pain. Benny briefly glanced round at Sam whose hand had found its way into his crotch, groping casually at an obvious erection.
"What do you say, Boy?" Benny demanded loudly.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?" Taro immediately requested.
Inwardly, Benny was once again beaming with pride. He had briefly worried that whoever Roger brought in might act up in the presence of company. Had it been Zane, that would almost certainly have been the case, but David and Taro seemed to have gone the opposite way, being on their very best behaviour.
Benny slapped his hand down again. It was immediately followed by the same words from Taro. On and on it went with both David and Sam watching desperately.
A few minutes later, with Taro's arse cheeks glowing a bright red, Benny's hand fell again but it was not followed by the same words as before. Instead Taro called out, "Please Sir, no more!"
David looked a little smug, knowing there's no way he would have given up by now, but it was Sam that Benny was observing more closely. "Should I go on?" he asked nobody in particular.
"Yes!" David and Sam both called out, while Taro chimed in with a weak, "No."
Benny raised his hand as everyone watched expectantly, even Taro peered round to see what was happening. "You know the safe word," Benny said calmly.
As Benny moved his hand back a little more, Taro called out quickly, "Parrot!"
Benny's hand immediately dropped to his side and he stepped away from Taro.
"No, carry on!" Sam called out with a slight chuckle.
"Taro, stand beside David again," Benny ordered, then went and sat next to Sam again. "Sam, do you know the point of a safe word?"
Sam smirked as he watched Taro move back to David's side. "Yeah, it's so that guys can wimp out."
Benny sighed and shook his head. He thought for a moment, the pause prompting Sam to look round at him. "Not even close," he said disappointedly. He let out another sigh, then turned to the two Boys. "David, Taro, do you trust me?"
"Yes, Sir." Taro replied immediately.
"Completely!" David added emphatically.
Benny glanced briefly at Sam who looked a little confused before turning back. "And why is that?" he asked.
"Because I know you'd never hurt me," David said. "At least... not more than I enjoy." he added, blushing a little.
"Yeah," Taro agreed. "And we know you care about us."
"So even if we're getting punished, we know we'll be safe," David continued.
Benny actually felt a little choked up. He had asked the questions to make a point to Sam, but the answers had made him feel unexpectedly good. "Thank you," he said slightly shakily. He looked to his friend who was now looking a little sheepish.
"This is about James, isn't it?" he asked quietly.
Benny sighed again. "No, it's about you," Benny explained. "If you really want to do this sort of thing, you have a lot to learn."
"Yeah," Sam said, staring down at his fidgeting hands, "I guess I do."
Benny reached out and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. When Sam looked up at him in response, he smiled and said, "I could... teach you!"
Sam's face lit up. The shame that had overwhelmed him as he thought about how he had treated his last sub suddenly melted away as he heard Benny's offer. "Oh my God, really?" he asked eagerly.
"Yeah," Benny said happily. It wasn't something he had planned for, or even considered before saying it, but it just seemed to make sense. "So what shall we do with them?" he asked, gesturing to David and Taro.
Sam opened his mouth and leaned forward excitedly, about to suggest something when he stopped himself. He looked round at his friend and said, "Actually... why don't you decide."
Benny chuckled, patting Sam on the back. "Good idea," he said with a nod.
For a change, Benny had chosen to join all the other residents of the house in the Dining Room for dinner. After Sam had left, he didn't want to be alone. As was usually the way, everyone was a little quiet and subdued at first with him present, but soon relaxed as they ate a fantastic dinner prepared by Quentin and Robert.
There was no formal seating arrangement around the huge table, but it always seemed to go the same way when Benny was present. Wherever he sat, the Generals had a tendency to sit either side of him, with the Boys then sitting a little further away. It was fortunate in a way as it meant that Benny could talk easily to his Generals, particularly Roger and Alex who were sat immediately to either side of him.
"So you're going to teach him?" Roger asked with a slight frown.
Benny nodded, the hesitancy showing in his expression as much as it had in Roger's tone.
"But you're still learning yourself!" Alex said bluntly.
Roger shot the other General a cutting stare, but Benny simply shrugged and agreed, "Yeah, I know."
"Then why do it?" Alex asked before shovelling a huge forkful of his dinner into his mouth.
"It's just..." Benny started, then paused, pushing his food around on his plate. "I saw the way he treated his sub and... it was just wrong. I mean, I know every Master makes their own rules and every sub has their limits and preferences, but I don't wanna risk Sam doing something he might... regret!"
Roger smiled and nodded, gently stroking Benny's arm. "Then you're doing the right thing," he said reassuringly.
"Yeah, I s'pose," Alex agreed with his mouth still half full.
Roger glared at Alex again, this time because of his poor table manners before looking back to Benny. "And you know we'll happily do anything we can to help!" he offered.
"Yeah we will!" Alex said again, still chewing, knowing it would simply wind up Roger.
The two Generals started squabbling over table manners as Benny took a bite of his own dinner. He glanced around the table. He saw Charlie and Philip sitting together, engaged in animated conversation. They never saw him looking, but he smiled, glad to see the two friends back together again. He wasn't sure if they would end up pursuing any more than friendship, but they seemed happy either way.
David caught Benny's eye briefly and the two exchanged a quick smile before Benny's gaze moved on. As he looked to his side, he saw Malik sitting on the other side of Roger. As was always the case at dinner, Abdul was immediately beside his nephew. Despite their proximity, they weren't talking to each other which always seemed a little strange to Benny. It was almost as if Malik ordered him to be at his side simply to avoid him being able to converse with others.
Abdul looked around the room quickly. As he saw Benny looking at him, the young master smiled politely, but Abdul immediately looked back down at his plate.
"Remind me again who's on what tonight," Benny asked Roger quietly, interrupting the ongoing table manners argument.
Roger thought for a moment, then recited his list. "Quentin and Robert are on household chores. Malik's got Philip and Zane, I've got David and Taro, Abdul and Charlie are with Alex."
"Okay," Benny said with a nod, then turned to his opposite side to address Alex. "Hey, after you finish tonight, could you send Abdul to see me please."
Alex frowned, then shrugged. "Sure," he said, then grinned and added, "Why, what's he done?"
"Nothing!" Benny insisted, "I just wanna talk to him."
"Ugh, boring!" Alex sneered before filling his mouth again.
Alex finished strapping Abdul down before putting the nozzle of the milking machine on him and starting it up on low. It was mainly to keep him out of the way while he tried out his new toy with Charlie.
"I hope you're ready for this," Alex said teasingly as he approached a somewhat nervous-looking Charlie.
"Please, I can handle anything you can throw at me," Charlie said, feigning confidence. As much as all of the Boys had finally begun to trust Alex, his temper now seemingly more under control than ever, they still feared some of his games. Particularly since Game Room Four had been stocked up with all the new gadgets and gizmos.
"Okay then, let's get started," Alex said, seeing right through the older man's bravado.
For all intents and purposes, the situation should have been reversed. Charlie was tall, muscled and physically imposing while Alex, although toned, was far from muscularly built and lacked Charlie's impressive height. In any other situation, Charlie would have probably been the one in charge. Perhaps it was this reversal of the norm that they were both finding so arousing.
Alex got started by grabbing an average-sized butt plug and applying some lube to it. All he had to do was give Charlie a look and he got the idea, turning round and bending over in preparation for it. Alex eased it in surprisingly gently, loosening him a little with a couple of fingers first. Once the plug was inside, a thin cable trailing from it, Alex had Charlie turn round and then grabbed the next piece of equipment.
Charlie looked down nervously as Alex fitted a cock ring around his genitals. A second one was added just around his balls and a third just on his cock. A fourth, smaller one then got secured around the shaft, just below the head. Each of the rings had a large bulge in it, which had a small cable protruding from it.
Finally, Alex attached a small clamp to each of Charlie's nipples. Charlie was quite surprised to find they weren't actually too tight and, at least until they got taken off, probably wouldn't provide any substantial pain. He couldn't help noticing that they, too, also had cables attached.
"Okay, over here," Alex ordered, moving over to the wall.
Charlie followed, walking slightly awkwardly because of the butt plug. Alex turned him round and pushed him back. The whole wall was covered in small screw holes, intended for hooks, restraints or other implements to be attached. Alex started with a large metal semi-circle that he put up to Charlie's neck, then screwed each end of it onto the wall. It was tight enough to restrict his movement without crushing his throat or restricting his ability to breathe.
Charlie expected wrist restraints next, but instead Alex knelt down and attached each ankle against the wall with a similar, smaller semi-circular restraint. He watched, both intrigued and confused as Alex set about attached two small wooden blocks to the wall at about shoulder height, an arm's length away.
Alex continued working away, occasionally glancing round at Abdul who was happily moaning away as the milking machine worked on him. Next he put a rubber restraint around each wrist and hooked a chain onto them. The opposite ends of the chain were attached to the wall.
As Abdul started making more noise, Alex went over to adjust the machine. As he did so, Charlie moved his arms, checking the reach the chains allowed. He could lift his arms straight up, around the height of the two wooden blocks, then back down to his sides, but could not reach close enough to his own body to adjust the nipple clamps or cock rings. He suspected that was the intention!
Alex came back, smiling as he saw Charlie exploring his range of movements. "Got the idea, have you?" he asked with a grin.
"Yeah, this stuff's saying on til you say so," Charlie said, slightly worried.
Alex did the last few bits of preparation. He attached a large button to the underside of each wooden block, a cable trailing from each of them. Finally, the cables from the butt plug, rings, clamps and buttons were all connected to a small black box which was connected to a power socket.
"Okay, I'd say it's time to begin!" Alex said excitedly.
Charlie looked terrified although his cock, already firm from the cock rings, twitched a little in anticipation. Alex pressed a button on the box and Charlie saw the two buttons light up in his peripheral vision.
Arms straight out to the sides and push both buttons please," Alex said casually.
Charlie raised both arms slowly, convinced he knew what was about to happen. He winced slightly as his hands made contact with one button, then the other. He looked round nervously when nothing happened, expecting Alex to look annoyed. Worryingly, he was smiling instead.
"Shouldn't that have started something?" Charlie asked with a frown.
"Oh, it did," Alex said cryptically. "Feel free to lower your hands if you wanna find out what."
Charlie stared at the General. While his curiosity was piqued, he was in no hurry to endure anything unpleasant. He knew he would have to find out eventually, so he let both hands drop simultaneously.
All at once, the butt plug, cock rings and nipple clamps burst into life, vibrating vigorously.
"Fuck!" Charlie called out in shock. It was a pleasurable sensation, but extremely strong. He slammed his hands back up against the buttons and the vibrating stopped. "Fuck!" he repeated as he felt a wave of relief.
"It works then," Alex said with a devilish grin. He started to walk away, then looked back and said, "Enjoy!"
"Wait, you're just gonna leave me like this? That's it?" Charlie asked, thinking that had to be more to the task than there seemed.
"Yeah, that's it," Alex said with a shrug. He walked across to Abdul and watched as the man writhed in pleasure. He placed his hand on the twenty-nine-year-old's chest, first squeezing a nipple, then gently tugging at a few chest hairs.
Abdul moaned out in pleasure then pain. "I'm gonna cum soon!" he moaned, the milking machine doing its job well.
Charlie watched from across the room, his hands still keeping both buttons pressed. He spent a couple of minutes watching Alex tease the other man and quickly came to the horrible realisation that his arms were already getting tired. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw and tightened the muscles in his arms. He was determined to keep the buttons pressed and deprive Alex the pleasure of his twisted torture.
A few more minutes and one of Charlie's hands dropped just enough to release one of the buttons. Immediately the devices all buzzed again, sending ripples of pleasure through his chest, crotch and prostate. Figuring that they had already started now, he let the other hand drop too, resting his arms for a few moments.
'This isn't so bad,' he thought to himself, the vibrations making him shudder with delight. The mix of stimulation in so many areas quickly began hinting at a potential orgasm. Charlie closed his eyes, quite enjoying the idea of ejaculating. He still hadn't got used to having his ability to cum so restricted as it had been since he came to the house.
"Enjoying yourself?" Alex called out.
"YES!" Abdul called out excitedly on the verge of orgasm.
Alex slapped the man's balls, getting a yelp of pain in response. "I wasn't talking to you!" he snapped. He looked across to Charlie who had barely heard the question he was so caught up in the vibrations.
"Ah yes!" Charlie said happily, opening his eyes.
"Well just remember it might not feel quite so nice after you've cum once!" Alex said playfully. He slapped Abdul's balls again and added, "I suppose I was talking to you both that time!" He chuckled wickedly.
"Shit!" Charlie muttered as he realised what Alex was talking about. His cock usually got ridiculously sensitive after orgasm, to the point where even a single touch could have him yelling out the safe word. The thought of having the various devices stimulating him all over in that state was more than a little terrifying. His hands immediately shot upwards, shutting down the vibrators.
Alex laughed again at Charlie's reaction. He wanted to go over and antagonise the Boy some more, but decided against it, leaving him to suffer alone for now. He reached down and casually squeezed his own erection. Deciding it needed to be taken care of, he quickly removed his clothes then moved closer to Abdul's head.
"Open," Alex commanded, tapping the back of his hand against Abdul's cheek.
The restrained Boy complied immediately, opening his mouth wide. Moments later, he felt Alex's cock being pushed inside. The General was not gentle about it either. Abdul gagged a little as the rigid meat hit the back of his throat, but quickly recovered and started to suck on it as best he could at the awkward angle. In a way it was a relief, it gave him a slight distraction from the tantalising suction of the milking machine that was keeping him hovering on the brink of orgasm.
Charlie groaned loudly as his arms quickly began to tire again. If it came to lifting weights, he could manage an impressive amount, but stamina really wasn't his thing. He cursed himself for not working on it more as his shoulders burned. His hands began to tremble and one came away from a button, giving him a quick burst of vibrations before he managed to steady the hand for a few more moments.
He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer so he began to plot his next move. He figured it was time to let his arms rest again, but for how long this time? 'If I rest for as long as I can without cumming, I'll be able to last a bit longer when I hold them up again,' he reasoned. He let his hands drop, closing his eyes as his body surged with forced pleasure once again.
The sound of the toys buzzing caught Alex's attention who looked over, keeping his cock firmly inside Abdul's mouth.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Charlie muttered. His arms barely felt like they had rested at all, yet he could already feel an orgasm creeping up on him. He shook his arms a little, making the chains rattle, hoping to shake some sensation back into them. 'Just a bit longer,' he thought to himself, enduring the vibrations for as long as possible.
Once again his hands shot upwards and the buttons were pressed, but he had left it just the tiniest bit too long. The vibrations stopped and the progress towards the orgasm halted immediately, but it wasn't enough to stop him. His cock bobbed about in time with his pulse and began to ejaculate thick globs of cum, but without the pleasurable sensations of an orgasm.
He let out a guttural groan, borne of pure frustration. The release should have been beneficial in theory, relieving some of the pent up pressure, but instead he knew from past experience that when he did finally orgasm, not only would it be more intense, but the sensitivity after would be even greater. He had learned that not long after arriving in the house during one of Malik's edging sessions. He cursed himself for letting himself reach that point, but closed his eyes once again and attempted to concentrate on holding the buttons.
"Ah yeah," Alex moaned loudly. The blowjob wasn't particularly fantastic, he was just trying to tease the two Boys a little more. He knew Abdul could go off at any moment and Charlie's already-shaking arms wouldn't last much longer, neither would his cum-coated cock. He continued fucking Abdul's mouth.
Suddenly he pulled out, stroked his cock a few times and called out, "Fuck yeah!" as his cock erupted, sending streams of spunk across Abdul's chest.
Alex's yell definitely got Charlie's attention, making him look across at the General ejaculating. He felt his own cock twitch a little, then a hand dropped and started the buzzing once more. The shock of the sensations made his other hand drop too and it took a few seconds for him to lift his arms back up again. When he finally managed to stop the vibrators once more, he was panting, desperately willing himself back from the brink of climax.
Still stroking his cock casually, Alex moved away from Abdul's head and stopped at the controls to the milking machine. "Ready to cum?" Alex asked Abdul, knowing it would also tease Charlie a little.
"Yes Sir!" Abdul said breathlessly.
Alex turned to controls for the machine up to full, watching excitedly as Abdul's entire body convulsed.
"Aaaaargh!" Abdul moaned out, his fists clenching.
Alex quickly turned the machine back down to its lowest speed, chuckling quietly as Abdul groaned. The Boy had clearly expected to finally be allowed release. Leaving Abdul to suffer a little longer, Alex wandered across to his other victim. Charlie's eyes were clenched tightly closed again, but they shot open as he felt Alex's hand on his chest.
"Having fun?" Alex asked with a grin.
Charlie was breathing heavily and looking an amusing mix of aroused and annoyed. He shook his head slightly.
"Oh I think you are," Alex said quietly. He let his hand slide down Charlie's side.
"Aah," Charlie yelled out, shuddering a little. His hands dropped away and he yelled out again as the toys came to life. He pressed the buttons again as he looked at Alex, his expression suddenly fearful.
"Oh... ticklish, are you?" Alex asked playfully. He slid a hand down Charlie's side again.
Charlie pursed his lips, doing his best to ignore the light tickle and keep the buttons pressed. He couldn't resist for long though. He burst into laughter, the remaining strength in his arms melting away.
Alex continued tickling as the devices got to work again pushing Charlie towards the inevitable.
Tears began to stream down the larger man's cheeks as he laughed helplessly, the horrific sensation enhanced by the vigorously buzzing toys. "FUUUUUCK!" he finally called out as his cock erupted. Despite oozing several strings of cum several minutes earlier, he produced an impressive load, projecting it in every direction as his cock spasmed and twitched.
The orgasm would have been fairly intense alone, but accompanied by the buzzing and the tickling it was beyind anything Charlie could have imagined. His eyes rolled back as he let out various yells of pleasured pain and pained pleasure. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered the buttons, but any attempt to make his body respond, to make his arms raise up and push them simply failed.
It suddenly felt like his entire body was on fire, red hot needles shooting through his nipples, his cock, his arse, all while Alex's fingers continued to tickle at his sides. The buttons, he just had to push them, but his body continued to fail him. The safe word then, that was his only refuge now, but again as he attempted to call it out, his jaw simply flapped as wave after wave of intense pleasure rippled through him, preventing the words from escaping.
Maybe it was the sounds of Charlie's torture or maybe the machine had finally just managed to do its job. Either way, Charlie's yells were joined shortly after by Abdul's, his cock shooting out a thick load into the machine.
Alex momentarily stopped tickling Alex to dash across the room and turn up the milking machine. He switched it onto full speed to maximise Abdul's post-orgasm suffering.
"S... Sir..." Abdul moaned out in response, his back arching.
Alex ignored the pathetic moans and returned to Charlie who was still moaning and panting. He finally managed to lift his hands far enough to touch the buttons. The toys stopped, going silent just as Alex returned. The General's hands immediately returned to the torturous tickling.
"No Sir..." Charlie whimpered before bursting into helpless laughter once again, his hands dropping. Tears continued to stream down his face as he alternated between laughing and moaning with pure horrific ecstasy. His cock twitched again, a thick stream of pre-cum stretching from the tip down towards the ground.
"MERCY, PLEASE!" Abdul screamed out as the milking machine continued sucking away on his sensitive tool.
Charlie was sobbing now too and it was virtually impossible to tell whether it was from pleasure or discomfort. Alex wanted to continue, to keep both going and see which one would spurt out a second load first, but he decided against it. Even though neither had actually called out the safe word yet, he figured it wouldn't be long until one or both of them did it.
"Okay, I suppose that'll do," he said with a sigh. He stopped tickling Charlie, then reached down and turned off the control box for the toys. As soon as the buzzing stopped, Alex went and turned off the milking machine too.
Alex stood back, watching as the two Boys began to quieten, starting to catch their breaths.
"Thank you Sir," Abdul gasped.
Charlie looked at the General and nodded his agreement. Alex smiled and nodded back.
Alex walked to Abdul and quickly released him from his restraints, then carefully pulled the milking machine nozzle from his sensitive dick getting a slight moan in response.
Abdul sat up and stretched a little, clearly relieved to be free.
"Go and grab a shower," Alex suggested, "But after you're done, Benny wanted to see you in his lounge."
Abdul quickly dashed out leaving Alex alone with Charlie. The General looked wickedly at Charlie, knowing that his pain was far from over. He started by pulling the cock rings carefully off of the still-rigid tool getting slight moans of discomfort from Charlie as he did so. He reached up to the nipple clamps and then grinned at the Boy. "Ready for this?" he asked with a smirk.
"Just do it," Charlie said, then closed his eyes knowing he was about to get another dose of pain.
Alex unclamped both nipples at once getting a momentary moan of relief from the Boy before he reached back up and started rubbing both nipples.
The pressure on the nipples as sensation began to return made Charlie yell out. "Fuck, that stings!" he growled through gritted teeth.
Alex didn't rub for long before starting to release the restraints, starting with the ankles, then the wrists and finally the neck. As Charlie stepped away from the wall, Alex turned him round then unceremoniously yanked out the butt plug.
"Fucker!" Charlie snarled, jumping away and turning to face Alex.
"Mind the language... Boy!" Alex said, raising a hand to point at Charlie.
"Why don't you let me shove that up your arse and see if you can 'mind your language' then!" Charlie pouted.
"I don't think so," Alex said, placing the plug on the ground before reaching out to grab Charlie's erection. "Although I wouldn't mind you shoving that up my arse!"
The General's bluntness caught Charlie a little by surprise while the hand on his cock made him flinch a little. While he was still sensitive, Alex's hand certainly felt good. "Is that an order... Sir?" he asked playfully.
Alex released the cock and folded his arms. "That depends," he started, "If it wasn't, would you still do it?" He bit his bottom lip as he stared at Charlie playfully.
Charlie stared back. It was an interesting question, not one he had ever really considered before. Usually his thrills came from following orders, from doing as commanded and having any choice removed. Alex was hot, or cute, maybe both. If they had met outside of the house, Charlie certainly would have been interested in hooking up with him. Lost in thought for a moment, the decision was made for him as his cock throbbed.
Without a word, Charlie surged forward and grabbed the teen, burying his face into his neck as he lifted the smaller young man. Alex happily went along with it, wrapping his legs around Charlie's waist, exposing his hole. Charlie lowered him onto his cock, Alex reaching down with one hand to guide it in.
"Oh God," Alex moaned as he felt Charlie's firmness filling him up.
"Yeah," Charlie agreed breathlessly. He knew he should be a little worn out from the ruined orgasm, intense ejaculation and prolonged post-orgasm teasing, but somehow he seemed more aroused than ever as he fucked the young man in his arms.
Alex's face nuzzled into Charlie's neck as his fingers dug into the larger man's back, the muscles tensing in response. Charlie turned, slamming Alex's back into the wall, fucking him up against it.
"Oh fuck!" Alex moaned as Charlie's boner hit exactly the right spot. He raised his hands and grabbed the two wooden blocks that the buttons were attached to, holding himself up as Charlie continued thrusting.
"I'm gonna cum soon," Charlie whispered breathlessly.
"Stroke my cock," Alex said, half-ordering, half-pleading.
Charlie happily obliged, holding Alex up with one hand as the other reached between them to tug at the General's solid cock.
"Holy shit!" Charlie gasped as his cock spurted out yet another load.
"YES!" Alex called out, feeling the slight warmth of Charlie's spunk in his rear. The Boy's hand tensed as he ejaculated, squeezing Alex's own tool, setting him off too.
Alex's arms went weak, letting go of the wooden blocks. The sudden extra weight along with his own post-orgasm weakness made Charlie's knees buckle. He collapsed to the floor and flopped onto his back, Alex falling on top of him.
They both started laughing as they lay there, a tangle of tired limbs and sweaty torsos. A few minutes later, they had both begun to catch their breath.
"That was..." Alex started, but simply shook his head, unable to think how to convey it.
"Fucking. Awesome!" Charlie completed the sentence.
"Yeah," Alex agreed happily. He closed his eyes for a moment, his cheek resting on Charlie's muscled chest. He felt an arm reach up and wrap around him. He smiled and added, "Yeah, it really was. I should request to have you more often!"
"I'd have no problem with that," Charlie said happily, then looked up at the range of toys beside them, "You've got a twisted mind, you know!"
Alex chuckled. He raised his head and grinned at Charlie. "Oh, you have NO idea!"
Abdul walked into Benny's lounge when called in, wondering what he might have done wrong to justify being summoned before the Master. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" he asked nervously as he pushed the door closed behind him.
Benny looked at the man and nodded, smiling warmly. His hair was wet, he had presumably just showered after whatever Alex had done with him. "Yeah," Benny said eventually, "Come and sit down."
Despite his Master's pleasant demeanour, Abdul continued to look scared as he took a seat. "Did I... do something?"
Benny shrugged. "I don't know," he said casually, "You tell me. Did you do something?"
Abdul frowned. "I... I'm not quite following Sir."
"I'm talking about you and your nephew," Benny said bluntly. He thought for a moment about exactly how to approach it, then said, "I've seen a few things over the last couple of weeks that have got me a little... curious." He was definitely more worried than curious, but he didn't want to convey that now in case he was wrong and there was no actual cause for concern.
Abdul somehow looked even more scared.
"Abdul, is something wrong?" Benny asked gently.
"No, everything's fine," he insisted immediately, shaking his head.
Benny sighed. He had hoped that all it would take to get some information out of him was to simply offer him the opportunity to talk, but it seemed it wouldn't be quite that easy. "I don't think it is," Benny said bluntly. "I think there's something wrong between you and Malik and I want to know what it is."
"There's.... there's nothing," Abdul replied, shrinking in his seat, clearly lying.
"Is..." Benny started to ask, then paused. He was thinking back to the somewhat aggressive exchange he had witnessed between the two. "Is he hurting you?"
"No Sir!" Abdul said emphatically.
It was just about the first thing the man had said that Benny actually believed. The young Master was beginning to get a little annoyed, but he just couldn't seem to make any progress. His eyes shot sideways briefly, catching sight of a wooden paddle. 'I could beat it out of him,' Benny thought, 'But if he really is in some kind of trouble, that would probably just make him feel worse.'
"Everything's fine," Abdul repeated weakly.
Benny stared at him for a few moments, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Fine. Thank you for coming to see me," Benny said, signalling that it was Abdul's time to go.
"Thank you Sir," he said and headed out of the room. Just as he was about to pull the door closed behind him, he noticed Benny was following. He headed straight for the basement, intending to retire to his dorm. Benny continued to follow in silence.
As they reached the basement, Abdul disappeared into Dorm Two, while Benny turned a different way and went into Play Room Three. Just as he opened the door, there was a yell of delight. He entered just in time to see Philip and Zane both ejaculating. Zane was standing over Philip who was laying on the floor. Malik was stood a short distance away, cheering them on.
"Sir?" Malik said as he saw his Master enter.
Zane turned at the same time, but his foot caught on Philip's leg and he tripped over, falling flat on his rear. "Ow," he moaned quietly.
Benny immediately rushed to the Boy's side and knelt beside him. "You okay?"
"No, that hurt," Zane pouted. In reality, it hadn't actually hurt, but he wasn't about to pass up a bit of attention from Benny.
"Aww," Benny said sympathetically, tousling his hair. "My poor little pup." Zane leaned into him as he looked up at Malik.
"Did you need something, Sir?" Malik asked as he helped Philip up off the floor. "You can go," he said, dismissing the other Boy as he looked back to Benny.
Benny sighed, letting a hand slide down Zane's back. "You should go too," Benny said to the Boy as Philip walked by.
Zane let out a slight mew of disappointment and nuzzled a little more against Benny. "You can come sleep in my room tonight, if you like," he said, hoping to placate the Boy.
It definitely did the job. "Okay," Zane said happily, jumping up onto his feet. "I'll see you later, Sir," he said cheerfully before dashing out of the room.
"I wanted to talk to you," Benny said, standing back up too and facing his General. "About Abdul!"
"Oh," Malik replied, suddenly looking guilty.
"There. That look. I want to know what's going on between you two!" Benny said accusingly, pointing at Malik's face.
"It's nothing," Malik insisted, turning away and starting to tidy away the equipment he had used with Philip and Zane.
"It's not nothing!" Benny snapped sharply. "Something is going on and I've let it slide for too long. You're going to tell me, and you're going to tell me now!"