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Benny's House
Chapter 19 – Holding Back
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Saturday 2nd May 2015
I don't think it would be surprising to say that I'm still a little shocked about yesterday. For Dale to just turn up out of the blue and offer Josh to me... I mean, what the fuck?! I could pretend that I'm debating this, say I'm weighing up the risks and the benefits of having Josh back in my life, but what would be the point? I'd only be lying to myself. He's gonna be mine again, which is gonna be really weird, but... oh God, just thinking about it makes me so ridiculously happy. Anyway, I'm gonna have to wait a little while before I can do anything about that because of the plan I made with Dale, but I'll write more about that when it happens.
The only drawback at the moment, as was pointed out to me by more than one person today, is the affect it will have on the rest of the house by having Josh here. I can't help wondering, if it came down to a choice between the house and Josh, would I do the sensible thing?
"Come in!" Benny grunted, the sound muffled by the pillow his face was buried in. It had been quite late before he finally got to sleep, too many things playing in his mind to let him get any peace. "Just leave it over there," he said, waving a hand out to the side without looking up.
"Yes Sir," a voice came back immediately.
Benny jumped, recognising the voice as Roger. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked at the young man, bleary-eyed. "Roger, why are you bringing me breakfast?" he asked, confused. It was always the duty of one of the Boys, so seeing Roger there had definitely thrown him.
"Can I?" Roger asked, gesturing to the foot of the bed.
Benny shook his head, then shuffled across to the opposite side of the bed and gestured for Roger to climb in the spot that had just been vacated.
"Thanks," Roger said as he settled in beside the teen.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Benny asked, panicking a little.
"Nothing," Roger replied, hoping to put his Master at ease, before adding a tentative, "Yet!"
Benny frowned, wondering what Roger was getting at.
"I wanted to talk to you... about your visitor last night," Roger said solemnly.
"Zack? What about him?" Benny asked, hoping that was who Roger meant, but already knowing it wasn't.
"No, the other one," Roger replied with a slight shake of his head.
Benny folded his arms and glared at Roger. "What about him?" he asked moodily.
Roger looked a little annoyed at the response, glaring back. "Are you having Josh back?" he asked bluntly.
"I don't know yet," Benny lied. His mind was already made up. "I'm guessing this means you have an opinion on the matter?"
"Yeah, I do," Roger said back.
"Come on then," Benny demanded, "Let's hear it!"
"I'm just worried about what it will do to everyone else in the house," Roger explained.
Benny scoffed, shaking his head. "And why's that?"
"Charlie!" Roger replied sharply, then added, "And Zane!"
Benny went to reply, but found himself stumped. It wasn't the argument he had expected. "What?" he asked, looking thoroughly confused.
"Charlie came here and you got a bit obsessed, to the point of ignoring your other Boys at times. Then along came Zane and you pretty much did the same. You still give him preferential treatment over the others," Roger explained. "I mean, three of your Boys actually left for that exact reason and I wouldn't be surprised if there were others considering doing it too."
"Okay..." Benny said thoughtfully.
"If Josh comes along too, you can pretty much guarantee that he'll get all of your attention. I mean... it's Josh. I know how you feel.... felt... about him," Roger went on. "I think sometimes you forget how important you are to this place. It's YOUR house, everyone's pretty much here for you. Don't take away their reason to stay."
Benny's initial anger over Roger's unsolicited opinion quickly faded as he considered the man's words. As was usually the case, he was very clearly right. He simply nodded, looking painfully sad.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Roger said reaching out to put an arm around Benny. "You know I'm not saying this just to upset you, right?"
Benny let himself get pulled closer to the large man at his side, then nodded gently up at him. "Yeah, I know you're just looking out for the house."
Roger shook his head in response. "No, I'm looking out for YOU. That kinda brings me on to my other concern."
"What?" Benny asked, wondering what else there could be.
"You!" Roger said bluntly. "Like I said, I know how you felt about Josh, but I also know what happened between you guys and how much that hurt you. Inviting him back here... it could just be opening you up to getting hurt all over again."
Benny closed his eyes, put his arms around Roger and squeezed against him. "You're right. About all of it. But... it's Josh!"
"You know I'll support you whatever you do, so if you choose to have him here, I'll do everything I can to help. I just wanted you to think about it carefully," Roger explained.
"I will," Benny said reassuringly, nuzzling against the bigger man. "And thanks."
Malik sat on the sofa, staring across at his Uncle. It had been a huge relief to finally be able to share with Benny what had happened to him when he was younger and how his Uncle Abdul had been involved. The biggest relief was that he had been allowed to stay in the house. He had thought about what he would do if he had to leave, but it always left him too upset to make any proper plans. Fortunately, that was no longer a concern.
However, Benny had given one stipulation to Malik's continued presence in the house, something he had to do that he really wasn't looking forward to.
Abdul shifted in his seat, wondering why his nephew/Master had called him there. Normally they only met when Malik had some kind of cruel punishment to inflict upon him.
"You abused me!" Malik said bluntly.
Abdul squirmed at the comment. "I... I've said I'm sorry so many times," he said awkwardly.
"And that's meant to make it better?" Malik asked angrily.
Abdul simply shook his head, looking genuinely remorseful.
Malik couldn't deny that Abdul did seem genuinely sorry about what he had done. He really had apologised more times than he could remember, but that didn't help abate his anger.
"Maybe that's the problem," Benny had said when they spoke about it. "You can't move on and get over it while you're using it to blackmail Abdul."
Malik knew Benny was right. He had used the events of his youth like a chain to hold Abdul down, but he had never realised that he was stuck on the other end of that chain.
"You're free," Malik said bluntly.
Abdul's eyes widened. "What?" he asked in shock.
"If I want to stay here, I'm not allowed to keep blackmailing you like this," Malik explained. That had been the stipulation Benny had given. He said he didn't want anyone to be in the house against their will.
"So I can just... go?" Abdul asked in amazement.
Malik nodded.
"And you won't tell anyone about what I did?" Abdul asked excitedly.
Malik shook his head.
"That's... I don't know what to say," Abdul said, looking more than a little shocked.
Malik folded his arms and glared at his Uncle. "I don't forgive you, by the way. I'm doing this because I value staying here more than I value making you suffer."
Abdul shrugged. "I don't blame you. I know you won't believe this, but I'll never forgive myself for it either." he said.
"Just... tell me why," Malik demanded. "Why did you do it? Did you enjoy making me suffer like that?"
"No!" Abdul said emphatically. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I knew how hard your life would be if you were gay. You know what our family is like!"
Malik laughed. "Seriously, you're trying to tell me you and your friends abused me... to help me?"
Abdul nodded, realising how it sounded.
"Whatever. Just... get out. Leave. Right now!" Malik snapped angrily.
His Uncle didn't say another word, he just left the room. Less than an hour later, Abdul left the house unceremoniously. He said a few quick goodbyes, but that was it, he was gone. Malik stood at the lounge window and watched as his Uncle drove off. He knew he could go and talk to Benny about everything, even Alex or Roger or one of the Boys. Regardless of roles in the house, he knew they all cared about him, but in that moment there was only one person he wanted to talk to.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed out a quick message to Wesley. [Hope you're doing okay. I really miss you].
Benny was in the Games Room playing on one of the pinball machines when he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. He jumped, squealed and span around on the spot to find a giggling Zane standing there.
"You dick!" Benny scowled, but couldn't help smiling at Zane's laugh.
"Sorry," Zane said completely unconvincingly.
"Everything okay?" Benny asked, wondering why the Boy had interrupted him.
Zane looked around awkwardly as if reluctant to say what he wanted to. He finally built up the nerve and asked, "Who's Josh?"
Benny was probably more surprised by the question than he had been by the tap on his shoulder. "I... erm... what?" he stuttered.
"Who's Josh?" Zane repeated.
"Why... do you want to know?" Benny asked defensively.
Zane shrugged. "Well all everyone seems to be able to talk about is you and some guy called Josh, but whenever I ask any of them about it, they don't want to tell me anything, so I figured I'd just ask you directly."
Benny couldn't help smiling. The Boy's bluntness was one of the many things he liked about him. It was quite fun to think that while everyone else was just sitting downstairs gossiping about what might be happening, Zane felt comfortable enough with him to just approach him about it in person.
"What are you smiling at?" Zane asked, a little confused.
Benny leaned forward and kissed Zane on the cheek. "Nothing," he said as he moved back. "Come on, let's go to my lounge and I'll fill you in." He put an arm around the Boy and lead him away.
Once they were settled, Benny filled Zane in about who Josh was and (most of) the things that had happened between them. The bits he held back weren't done so out of shame or embarrassment, it was simply because he felt there were some things that it wasn't appropriate for a Master to tell his sub.
When they were done, Zane looked thoughtful.
"What's wrong?" Benny asked, concerned.
Zane just shook his head, remaining silent.
"Come on, you know you can tell me anything," Benny insisted.
Zane looked nervously at Benny and asked, "And you won't get angry?"
"Of course not," Benny insisted.
"You're gonna forget about me," Zane said, staring down at the ground.
"What?" Benny asked with a slight chuckle.
"It's okay. I'm used to it," Zane said with a tone of reluctant acceptance. "I've always just been the temporary entertainment, you know, til something better comes along."
Benny's heart ached. It was painfully apparent that this wasn't a new feeling for the Boy. It had obviously happened before. "Zane," he said gently, reaching out and placing a hand on his leg.
"Hey, I'm not trying to make you feel guilty or anything, it's really okay. I knew from the start that this'd happen eventually. I'm fine with it," Zane said casually with a shrug.
Benny took a deep breath and looked the Boy up and down. "I really don't know where to start with this," he said, pausing momentarily. "Okay, firstly, what makes you think I'm gonna forget you?"
"Duh! Josh!" Zane said bluntly. "Your first sub... your first LOVE is coming back. There's absolutely no way you'll have him here without giving him all of your attention. Any idiot can see that!"
There it was again. Almost exactly what Roger had said. Were they both right? For now, he focused on something else. "So tell me... when else have you been forgotten?"
Zane shrugged. "Always!" he said, not voluntarily giving up any more detail than that.
"Previous masters?" Benny asked.
Zane shrugged again, avoiding meeting Benny's gaze. "Everyone. Masters, friends, family. I'm around when they want me and then as soon as someone else comes along it's like... see ya Zane, take care!"
"Look at me," Benny ordered. The Boy resisted, so he restated the order more firmly, "Zane, I said look at me!"
The Boy turned towards his Master, only meeting his gaze for a second before averting his eyes. Benny grabbed his face with both hands, forcing his gaze. "Ugh, what?" he snapped, annoyed.
"I will never... ever... forget you. Regardless of how I feel about Josh... or anyone else in this house, I love you. You're my pup and you always will be," Benny explained honestly.
Zane sniffed. "You... you promise?" he asked nervously.
"I swear on my life. You're mine!" Benny said with a warm smile.
"I love you too, Sir," Zane said excitedly, throwing his arms around his Master. When he let go, he added, "But... are you sure Josh won't take up too much of your attention?"
Benny nodded. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it. It doesn't matter what history we have, he'll be coming to the house as one of my Boys which means he'll get exactly the same treatment as everyone else!"
"What, like I do?" Zane said with a cheeky grin.
"You're different!" Benny said back.
"Hmm, we'll see," Zane replied, unconvinced.
"Don't push it!" Benny said playfully. "Remember who's the one in charge here!" He sat back, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, me!" Zane said back with a smirk.
Benny chuckled reluctantly, then said, "Oh, like that, is it?"
Zane shrugged. "I guess it is, and shouldn't you address me as Sir?"
Benny forced the smile off of his face, despite how amused he was by the Boy's taunting.
"Ooh, is my Boy getting all serious?" Zane asked, reaching up to gently pat Benny on the cheek.
"Oh keep going, you're just making things worse for yourself," Benny said, waiting to see how far the Boy was going to push it.
Zane shrugged again. "Don't you mean you're making things worse for yourself, SIR?"
Benny folded his arms and stood up, looking down at Zane. "Last chance. Apologise for your cheek right now and I'll go easy on you!"
"Oh wow," Zane said, holding out a hand. "Look how much I'm NOT shaking!"
Benny nodded and smiled. "Fair enough," he said, then pulled his phone out of his pocket. He sent off a quick text message, then sat back down opposite Zane, staring him straight in the eye.
"Am I supposed to be scared?" Zane asked cheekily, holding Benny's gaze.
"No," Benny said back, then went silent for a couple of minutes. He didn't move until he heard a car horn right outside. He stood up and gestured for Zane to follow. "Come on," he said to the Boy.
Zane's smirk finally disappeared. He had expected a spanking, maybe an edging or some kind of humiliation at the gathering that evening. Now he was suddenly nervous about what Benny had in mind. "Wh... what are you doing?"
"Punishing you!" Benny said flatly. "I gave you a chance, remember." He headed to the front door and opened it.
Zane looked down at himself. As was the requirement, he was naked. The thought of stepping outside, even into the secluded private grounds of the house was pretty terrifying. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said quickly.
Benny shook his head. "You remember when I said it was your last chance to apologise. Well, funnily enough, that was your LAST chance!" Benny walked out and peered back through the door. "Come on."
"No Sir, please," Zane pleaded.
"Oh, so now YOU can call ME Sir?" Benny taunted, then shook his head and said, "Too late for that though. Out you come."
Zane stepped through the door, looking round nervously. He felt a surge of fear as he saw a car at the bottom of the steps, Roger sitting in the driver's seat. Benny walked quickly down the steps and opened the passenger door, gesturing for Zane to enter.
"No, please, please, please Sir, no, not this," Zane begged. He looked genuinely scared, but at the same time, his cock was swelling.
Benny took a little comfort in knowing that at least part of the Boy was apparently enjoying this. "It's the only way you'll learn," he said coldly.
Zane looked back at the house, considering running back inside and hiding, but he knew that Benny would somehow make him do it anyway and then pile another punishment on top too. Shaking slightly, more from fear than cold, he walked down the steps and got into the car.
Benny closed the door and got into the back seat. "Okay Roger, drive," he commanded.
"Where to, Sir?" Roger asked dutifully.
"Anywhere you like, ideally via the busiest routes," Benny said with a slight giggle.
Roger started the car and made his way down the driveway, pressing a button to open the front gate before they reached it. Zane was already breathing heavily, terrified of being seen by anyone, even though most people would only be able to see his top half anyway.
As soon as they got onto the road, Benny leaned forward and reached round to grab Zane's already-erect cock. "You can't tell me you're not having fun!" Benny teased.
"Yes I can," Zane objected weakly.
They passed their first car and Zane slouched down in his seat, convinced the people in the other car had seen every inch of him.
"Hey, none of that. Sit up straight!" Benny ordered. Just for good measure, he gave the Boy's balls a quick squeeze, making him jump up.
Roger continued to drive around while Benny started stroking Zane's boner, slowly and teasingly. Every time they passed another car or pedestrian, Roger slowed a little, just to make it worse for the Boy. He kept pleading to be taken home, but Benny showed no signs of letting him off so easily.
Eventually, despite his humiliation of possibly being seen, Zane began to moan excitedly from Benny's touch. "Ah, Sir, aaah," he moaned.
"Do you wanna cum, Boy?" Benny asked.
"Yes Sir, yes, please," Zane requested.
"Okay then Roger, find somewhere for us to get out," Benny ordered.
Roger nodded his understanding.
"Wait, get out? No!" Zane immediately objected.
Benny leaned forward, putting his lips close to Zane's ear, his lips grazing them as he whispered, "If you wanna cum, you gotta get out of the car!"
"No, please Sir," Zane begged. "Don't make me do that. This is bad enough already!"
"Fine. Roger, keep driving," Benny ordered, then went back to teasing the Boy's straining dick, getting a whimper in response. Benny reached round with his other arm and began teasing a nipple as he edged.
Benny watched the clock, waiting another five minutes before he asked, "Ready to cum now?"
"Does it... have to be... out of the car?" Zane asked between deep breaths.
"Yup," Benny said, pinching Zane's nipple.
"Then no," Zane refused.
They carried on like that for another twenty minutes, Benny's hand getting soaked with precum, the Boy gradually producing more and more the longer he was kept on edge. When he refused once more to cum, Benny said to Roger, "Okay, let's go through the town centre!"
At that time on a Saturday, they all knew that not only would the streets be full of shoppers, but roads would be extremely busy too, resulting in a very slow drive with a LOT of exposure.
"No Sir," Zane begged. "Fine, okay, I'll cum!"
"You heard him!" Benny said happily to Roger. "Let's find somewhere good to stop."
Benny continued to edge the Boy while Roger looked for somewhere suitable.
"How's this?" Roger asked as they pulled into a quiet street. It was very open, but practically deserted. There was a busy road at each end of the street, but very little other than a few empty or closed industrial units along the street itself.
"Great, pull over," Benny said. As the car came to a stop, Benny let go of Zane and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Okay Boy, round to the front of the car and give us a show!"
"Sir, can't I just cum in here?" Zane requested, still trying to get out of it.
"Nope," Benny said. Part of him wanted to give in and be nice, but he was determined to see this one through to the end. "Out you get!"
Zane looked round, scanning every direction before gently opening the door, as if any sudden movement would bring a huge audience to observe. He gingerly stepped out, closed the door and walked round in front of the car, instinctively covering up with both hands.
Benny raised his phone and started recording, getting an angry stare from Zane who reluctantly dropped his hands away and started stroking. He went straight to full speed, wanting to get it out of the way quickly. Thanks to the half hour of edging, it didn't take long before he was moaning excitedly and shooting a massive load across the front of the car. Benny happily recorded the whole thing.
As Zane stepped back round to get in the car again, Benny clicked the door lock and said to Roger, "Okay, drive!"
"Seriously?" Roger asked in surprise.
"Yeah, go!" Benny said, just as Zane tried the door and realised it was locked.
Before the boy could respond, Roger hit the accelerator and the car shot forward.
"NO, STOP!" Zane called out desperately, running after them.
"That's enough," Benny said before they even reached the end of the street.
Roger hit the breaks and they screeched to a halt. Benny opened the back door and peered out just as Zane reached them.
He jumped in and pulled the door closed then scowled at Benny and said, "You're both dicks. Absolute fucking dicks!"
Benny and Roger were both laughing and as annoyed as he was, Zane ended up reluctantly laughing too. Benny reached down and picked up the blanket he had asked Roger to bring, handing it to the naked Boy.
Zane quickly wrapped it around himself, happy to finally be hidden from any prying eyes. Benny held out an arm and Zane cuddled up to him for the drive home.
Alex was sitting in the Generals' Lounge jotting down some ideas for activities when Malik walked in, looking surprisingly happy.
"Hey, you okay?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, I'm good," Malik answered with a smile.
Alex frowned a little. Like everyone else, he had heard about Abdul's sudden departure. "Are you... sure? I heard Abdul left."
"Oh," Malik said, his face dropping. "Yeah, that sucks a bit, but I'm fine."
Alex heard the other General's phone buzz, then watched as he lifted it up, read a message and grinned again. "Good news?" he asked.
"Nah, just... talking to a friend," Malik replied cheerfully.
"Okay then,"Alex said with a shrug. He was glad in a way. He had been dreading seeing Malik in a way, worrying he might be upset or emotional. Alex just wasn't ready for that. He was still getting used to handling his own feelings on most things, thanks to his sessions with Victor and the support of Benny, but taking on anyone else's would have been somewhat of a challenge.
As Malik sat down on one of the other sofas, Alex's phone beeped too. He picked it up and saw it was a text message from Zack.
[Hey cuz, really looking forward to joining you soon] the message said.
Alex felt himself tense up. A few days earlier, he had been so excited about the prospect of his cousin coming to the house. Not only would it allow him to show off his new position of power, but he was looking forward to demonstrating how much he had matured. Yet his mind kept racing back to their conversation in the car the previous night, the way Zack had taunted him, teased him, pushed him to the brink of fury with such simplicity.
[Yeah, me too] Alex replied, if only to be polite.
Alex loved his cousin. They had lived round the corner from each other their entire lives and, despite the two year age difference, had been the best of friends the entire time. Even when the other kids used to tease Alex about hanging out with a 'little kid', as they put it, it never stopped him spending his time with Zack. They had gotten even closer as they reached puberty, with the discovery of masturbation and other fun sexually-charged activities. Alex had been the one to introduce Zack to jerking off and the younger boy had spent years mesmerised by his older cousin's ability to cum before he was able to do it himself.
[Can't wait to see you in action. I bet you're merciless with those boys, aren't you?] Zack messaged.
Alex wanted to reply honestly, to tell Zack about the rules and the limits and about only taking things as far as everyone involved was comfortable with, but instead he found himself playing along. [Yeah, I am. They fear me!] he regretted the message as soon as he hit the send button.
[Fuck, you're turning me on!] Zack replied. A picture of his huge cock was attached.
Alex looked over nervously at Malik, feeling as if the other man could tell what he was talking about. He shifted slightly to hide his growing bulge as he sent back, [God I love that cock!]
[Soon you'll be able to have it any time you like] Zack replied. A second message followed right after. [And it'll be hard all the time once I start seeing you torturing those other subs].
'I don't torture them,' Alex thought, but again his fingers were typing out a response as if moving independently from his brain. [Yeah, I'll make them suffer!]
[And what will you do to me? You gonna spank me again? Make me cry like you used to?] Zack asked.
Alex's cock was now rigid as he thought back to the games they used to play, how he would take charge of his younger cousin, punish him for the slightest transgression and marvel at how hard the boy's big dick got. [Yeah, I'll make you scream, little boy!]
[Yes Sir, do it, hurt me more] Zack pleaded.
Alex suddenly paused. He didn't need to see his own face to know there was a look of manic delight spread across it. His breath caught in his throat as he dropped his phone.
"Hey, you okay?" Malik asked, looking across at the clearly-distressed eighteen-year-old.
"Erm..." Alex said shakily, before jumping up and grabbing his phone. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." he insisted weakly, then dashed out of the room. He started down the stairs, but stopped halfway and sat down on them. His phone beeped again.
[Hey, you there?] Zack asked.
[Sorry, gotta go] Alex sent back, unable to talk to his cousin any more. His heart was pounding and his mouth had gone dry, his breathing deep and heavy. He suddenly wished he had a session scheduled with Victor. Talking to the man always helped him calm down and his advice was always so insightful in helping Alex handle his own emotions.
Without Victor to talk to, his next thought was Benny, but then he remembered all the talk about what was going on with Josh. His heart suddenly pounded a little heavier at the thought of the name. Unlike most of the other people in the house, Alex had actually met Josh. More-so than that, he had teased and intimidate Josh, the thought of it a sudden reminder of the way he had been before. That ruled out Benny. With Josh on his mind, the last thing he needed was someone else's problems piled on top.
That only left one person in the house for Alex to talk to – Zane. He got up and walked the rest of the way down the stairs, then headed straight for the basement, descending another flight. He peered into Dorm Four and found nothing but empty beds. He headed back towards the stairs and just caught a glimpse of Taro emerging from his Dorm. He smiled politely but didn't say a word before dashing back up.
He headed for the lounge. If Zane wasn't in his Dorm, or with Roger, he could usually be found in the lounge. As expected, there he was, sitting alone on one of the sofas.
"Hi Zane," he said, feeling himself calm just a little at the sight of his friend.
"Hi," Zane replied slightly moodily.
Alex frowned at the response. He had come to seek help in dealing with how he felt, but he couldn't help being concerned for his friend. "You okay?" Alex asked as he took a seat beside Zane.
"Benny's a dick. And so's Roger!" Zane pouted, he tilted over sideways until he was leaning on Alex.
Alex froze. He was still unused to non-sexual physical contact so he was a little thrown, but after a moment shook himself out of it, raising his arm and putting it loosely around his friend. "What did they do?"
Alex listened as Zane explained what had happened earlier with the naked drive. Just listening to Zane talk was calming him a little, but he still remained on edge, desperate to share how he was feeling.
"And I was only messing around," Zane complained. "He likes it when I'm playful. I could tell it was even amusing him, but he still went and punished me anyway."
"Well he IS the Master," Alex said in Benny's defence.
Zane suddenly sat up and scowled at Alex. "Whose side are you on?" he demanded angrily.
"Wait, what... nobody's side," Alex said a little taken aback. "I just mean... you were... I dunno... disrespectful, to the Master. Of course you got punished."
"Oh fuck off. I. Was just. Playing!" Zane said pointedly. "Did you just come in here just to rub it in? Did Benny send you?"
'I came in here because I needed you,' Alex thought, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, he felt anger bubbling up in response to Zane's outburst. "You know I can punish you too!" he snapped, jumping up onto his feet.
"Fine. Whatever. I'm SO sorry!" Zane snarled back, jumping up too, not sounding even remotely sorry. "Can I go... Sir?"
'No, stay!' Alex thought, his stomach churning, but again the words that came out were quite different. "Yes, go on, get out!"
Zane stormed out, leaving Alex sitting there feeling more alone than he had to begin with. "Fuck it!" he snarled, kicking the leg of the coffee table.
The gathering had gone smoothly that evening. There was nothing out of the ordinary. No announcements other than confirming Abdul's departure (with no elaboration as to why), no new Boys, no punishments, just Benny addressing everyone to say what a good week it had been.
For a change, the five unemployed chastity Boys were given to Roger rather than Malik, which made most of them look decidedly nervous. Meanwhile, the remaining Boys were put under Alex and Malik's joint control.
As they were all making their way down to the basement, Benny grabbed Alex's arm and held him back slightly. "Hey, you okay? You seem... a little off tonight," Benny said sympathetically.
"I'm fine," Alex insisted. 'I'm not fine,' he thought.
"Are you sure?" Benny asked, looking a little sceptical.
"Yes," Alex replied. 'No,' he thought.
"Okay, well you always know where I am," Benny said with a sweet smile, then turned and walked away.
Alex remained standing there, watching Benny walk away. 'Just call him back,' he told himself. 'Tell him how you feel!' Once again, he remained silent, eventually turning to follow the crowd down to the basement.
When Alex reached the room they had all gathered in, they were looking at him expectantly.
"I believe you had an idea for this evening," Malik said.
"Oh," Alex said, remembering he had made a suggestion earlier. He smiled wickedly as the idea came back to him.
Alex spent a few minutes explaining the game to them. They were going to be left to do whatever they wanted while he and Malik simply observed. The order in which they ejaculated would determine whether they got a punishment or a reward. The order alternated between punishment and reward, which Alex hoped would turn them against each other. He didn't intend to tell them the punishments until he had to.
When he finished his explanation, he couldn't help smiling at the mixed looks of fear and confusion on the seven Boys' faces. "Okay," he said cheerfully, "And the punishment for whoever cums first... You will be locked in chastity, but edged three times a day... for a whole month!"
There were mixed sounds of awe and fear from the Boys, but nobody moved.
"Well we're never gonna make ourselves cum if that's the result!" Zane said smugly, folding his arms.
Alex grinned cruelly. "Oh I know, but you should know... if nobody cums in the next ten minutes... you ALL get the punishment!"
"Fuck, I'm not having that!" Charlie said bluntly. "Anyone volunteering?"
They all looked round, but nobody seemed willing to take the punishment... just as Alex had hoped.
"Then fuck volunteers, someone pick a victim!" Robert said coldly.
Every eye fell on Robert. He suddenly regretted saying what everyone else was probably already thinking.
"Well volunteered!" Charlie said wickedly.
Everyone started advancing on Robert as he backed away slowly. "Oh come on guys, don't do this!"
His pleas fell on deaf ears as everyone lunged in one go. Robert struggled against them, but it was six on one and he didn't stand a chance. Moments later, he was pinned on the ground, David and Taro each holding down an arm while Zane and Quentin pinned his legs.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Robert yelled out, but nobody moved. Instead, he suddenly felt hands all over him, teasing and stroking every inch of him. Despite his protestations, he was quickly stiffening.
Charlie and Philip took it in turns stroking and sucking on his cock, while everyone else teased the rest of him.
Malik watched on, turned to Alex and grinned. "You've got an evil mind!" he said cheerfully.
"Thanks," Alex said back with a smile, but it quickly dropped away as he watched the ongoing struggle.
"Fuckers. You absolute... aaah.... fuckers!" Robert called out. It was a strange feeling to be so angry yet so aroused at the same time. He wanted to lash out and hit the others for turning on him, but at the same time he felt so close to orgasm that he didn't want them to stop. "AAAAAAH FUCK!" he yelled out as his cock erupted, the white goo contrasting heavily against the colourful tattoos covering most of his torso.
Satisfied with the work they had done, everyone let go of the furious man and quickly backed away in case he lashed out. He climbed to his feet, looking angry, but avoiding doing anything aggressive.
"Very nice," Alex said happily. "Next person to cum gets a reward. Oh, and feel free to try and stop each other, even you, Robert!"
It was not only the incentive of getting a potential reward, but the fear of what the next punishment might be that spurred everyone into action. The remaining six Boys immediately grabbed their cocks, most of which were already semi or fully hard and began pumping away. Taking into consideration Alex's other comments, there also followed a sudden surge of small scuffles between the Boys, each trying to knock each others hands from their cocks to slow them down.
Robert happily joined in, targeting Charlie for the part he had played earlier. He grabbed the other man's arms and pinned them behind his back. Charlie struggled against him and managed to get free, but Robert continued his attempts to slow Charlie down.
Malik looked at Alex, his concern over the altercations apparent but Alex just smiled wickedly.
The struggles went on, but it was Taro, who had been mostly left alone by the others that managed to cum first. As soon as everyone realised he had ejaculated, they stopped their own stroking, not wanting to be close to orgasm for what they suspected was coming next.
"Well done," Alex said happily. "Okay, so the next person to cum will get a severe spanking..." Every eye fell on David, who just grinned. "... three times a day, for a week! I doubt you'll be able to even sit down by the end of it!"
David suddenly looked less thrilled with the idea. He enjoyed spanking more than anyone, but even that sounded a bit much for him. It was too late though. The idea had been planted in the minds of the others and before he knew what was happening, he was pinned down just as Robert had been.
A few minutes of sucking, by whom David couldn't see, and he was shooting a heavy load. As much as he dreaded the punishment, a part of him was already ridiculously aroused by it. Once he had shot, he was released.
Before Alex could say any more, the remaining four Boys were stroking their cocks in anticipation of the reward for the next person to cum. Alex simply laughed and nodded his approval at their activity.
Once again Robert targeted his actions at Charlie, still holding his grudge from the first round. Taro decided to pick on Quentin, his former room-mate, claiming it was revenge for the man's snoring, getting a laugh of agreement from everyone else. David alternated his attention between Philip and Zane, for no reason other than they were both still in the game.
Once again, some of the struggles were actually verging on violent and Malik almost stepped in to stop it, but Alex shook his head, so the other General remained still.
Alex's disappointment was obvious when he heard Zane moaning excitedly as he spurted his second load of the day. After their argument earlier, he had hoped his friend would get one of the punishments, particularly the one that was coming next.
Charlie, Quentin and Philip all stopped stroking and looked to Alex nervously, waiting to hear what would be next. With two punishment and only one reward remaining, the odds were against each of them.
"Okay, next to cum will be going out for a drive with me... naked!" Alex called out above the slight noise of quiet chatter.
Zane's eyes immediately met Alex's. He knew the punishment had been inspired by his own afternoon. He smiled smugly, knowing he had managed to avoid what Alex had obviously planned. Alex just glared back.
This time, the group split a little. Robert once again wanted Charlie to suffer, assisted by Taro while David and Zane both turned on Philip. With only two on one, the struggles were a lot less one-sided, arms and legs from the two embattled Boys lashing out at their opponents. The room was filled with grunts and groans as they fought, hands grabbing at cocks and any other body part they could get hold of.
It was Quentin who ultimately made the decision about who would receive the next punishment. He joined David and Zane in targeting Philip. The third person turned the tide and Philip soon found himself, both reluctantly and happily, getting sucked to completion.
"Fuck it!" he groaned as he shot a load.
"Hey, they're done!" Taro said, standing back from Charlie and Robert who were continuing to struggle against each other.
Once again Malik came close to stepping in, but as Charlie and Robert eventually parted, he was relieved to see they were laughing slightly at each other.
"You're getting the last punishment!" Robert said threateningly, but grinned.
"No chance!" Charlie said and immediately started stroking his cock.
Quentin realised what Charlie was doing and copied, not wanting the younger man to cum before him.
"Next to cum gets a reward, which means the last one gets the final punishment... which will be the same as Robert's!" Alex called out.
The announcement caused a ripple of chatter through the Boys who suddenly found themselves weighing up which side they were on. Some wanted to see Charlie get stuck with the same punishment as Robert, while others wanted to save him from it.
The seven Boys lunged at each other as they picked sides, ending up little more than a heaped pile of flailing limbs in the middle of the room. Malik and Alex both tried to see what was happening, but it was impossible to get a decent angle to see how the struggle was progressing.
It didn't take long before there was a yell of, "YES!!!" from inside the pile. Bodies started peeling away, revealing Charlie, a thick pool of white goo on his stomach.
"Fuck it!" Robert groaned, disappointed to have failed in his vendetta.
It was Alex who looked most disappointed. For a while he had thought the Boys would actually start fighting properly, but instead the worst he got was a good-natured rivalry. "Ugh, I guess we're done then," he said unhappily. He looked to Malik, rolled his eyes and said, "You can take it from here!"
Malik was a little confused and worried by Alex's response, but didn't question him as he stormed out. He looked to the group of Boys who had decided to all help finish off Quentin. The thirty-five-year-old teacher was pinned down as most of the others had been at some point as they teased him to orgasm.
"Okay, Charlie, you can clean up. Everyone else, hit the showers!" Malik called out.
"Ha!" Robert said, poking Charlie in the side as he headed for the door. It wasn't much of a victory, but it was the best he was getting tonight.
Once everyone had filed out, the crowd noisily making their way to the showers, Charlie got started in cleaning up the mess they had left. Malik remained, officially just to supervise, but he had an ulterior motive.
"Hey... Charlie..." Malik said, sitting on a bench against one of the walls.
"Yeah?" Charlie asked as he finished mopping the floor, glancing quickly to Malik before continuing what he was doing.
"Wesley says hi," Malik said cautiously.
Charlie froze then slowly looked to Malik. "You've spoken to him? Is he okay?" he asked, letting the mop fall to the floor. He walked quickly towards the General.
"Yeah, he's good," Malik said happily. "I was texting him earlier."
"And he really said to say hi to me?" Charlie asked desperately.
"Yeah," Malik said with a smile.
"Is he... thinking about coming back?" Charlie enquired, a look of optimistic hopefulness spreading across his face.
"I... don't know," Malik replied with a shrug. "I avoided asking. I didn't wanna push it."
Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I suppose the makes sense," he said.
"How would you feel... you know, if he did come back?" Malik enquired.
Charlie smiled broadly. "That'd be amazing. I lost him for ten years and it sucked. Do you think... he will?"
"I don't know... but I hope so," Malik said with a sigh.
"Well if you talk to him again... tell him I miss him, okay?" Charlie requested.
Malik just nodded his understanding.
Alex was sat on the top step on the main staircase, his eyes fixed on the door to the lounge. As always, after the evening's tasks were complete everyone gathered there to just hang out and relax for the rest of the night. So far, he had yet to join them. Even Benny was in there with them, but Alex couldn't bring himself to go down.
'Just go in there and get Benny... or Zane... or anyone! Just talk to someone!' he told himself as his stomach still churned with pent up anger. 'No, fuck them, if they really cared they'd at least notice you're not in there. They don't care about you, they're too caught up in their own shit!' he thought angrily.
He sat for several more minutes. Every second that ticked past without someone coming to find him just made him feel worse. All he really wanted was for someone to come out, ask if he was okay, listen to his problems. Even just a hug would help. Nobody came out though, the sounds of happiness just continued... without him.
He stood up. 'I'm going in,' he told himself and took a few steps down, then paused. 'No, fuck them,' he thought, then turned and headed back up, carrying on round to his room, slamming the door behind him. He jumped onto his bed and pulled the covers over his head, quickly falling asleep.
He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, but he felt himself being shaken awake by a gentle hand. He opened his eyes and pulled back the covers. The lights in the room were still off, but the door was open, light from the hallway illuminating the room enough for him to see who had woken him.
"Zane, whadda you want?" he asked moodily.
"I... I just..." Zane stuttered for a moment, then scowled and turned away. "Ugh, why do I bother?" He started towards the door.
"Wait!" Alex called out.
Zane stopped and turned back, folding his arms and glaring expectantly. "Yes?" he asked coldly.
"I.... I..." Alex stuttered, sitting up. His mind was racing. He wanted to blurt it all out, his fears about Zack, the anger building back up inside him, his feeling of isolation, but it was like there was some kind of mental block, something physically stopping him. He finally forced himself to speak. "I need a hug!" was all he could manage.
The request was so quiet, so weak, so unlike Alex that it actually scared Zane a little. He quickly paced back to his friend who stood to face him. "You just had to ask," Zane said with a smile as he pulled Alex close.
Just like that, it was gone. All the stress that had been building all day, all the frustration and anger and loneliness vanished. Alex squeezed Zane tightly.
"You okay?" Zane asked quietly.
Alex remained silent, holding Zane for a few seconds more before pulling away and nodding. "Yeah, yeah I am," he said with a weak smile.
"Good, everyone's wondering where you are," Zane explained. "That game you came up with was evil... everyone loved it! Come on, join the party."
Alex's smile broadened at the Boy's comments. He let Zane lead him back downstairs and they joined the others in the lounge.