Author's Note – It has been nearly two years since I posted the last part of Benny's House. I never intended to leave it quite so long, but hopefully it was worth the wait. While I may not have been posting new parts of the story, Benny and his boys have never been far from my mind. This chapter features a large chunk told directly from Benny's perspective as I felt like coming back with something a little bit different!
To refresh your memories, I have included a little recap below of how things were left at the end of chapter 26. If you have any thoughts or feedback, feel free to email me on matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
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RECAP
Following a prolonged absence after the death of his Father, Benny returned to the the house to oust Alex and his twisted cousin Zack. Working hard to undo the harm they had done, Benny got back to work trying to serve the house and his subs the best he could.
In a bold move to continue trying to help the subs under his command, Benny decided to help the Boys who were not yet able to be full-time residents of the house. Benny took on four new apprentices, intending to put them to work in the house while also doing his best to help them get back on their feet and back into full time employment.
The house is currently split into four Dorm groups. Dorm one contains lovers Charlie and Philip, with the new apprentice, Shane, all under the guidance of Malik. Dorm two contains Taro and Robert, with the apprentice, Rav, all answerable to Wesley. Dorm three, overseen by Roger is home to his lover, Zane, David and Harry, the apprentice. Finally Dorm four, controlled by Benny himself houses Quentin, part-timer Josh and new boy Kian.
Benny's House
Chapter 27 – Meet the Boys
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Saturday 8th August 2015
Well it's been one week since the decision was made to let the unemployed Boys join the house and so far things are going... okay I suppose!? It's a bit hard to tell this early on really, but I think overall it's looking to be a success.
Ravel was first to move in. I should say Rav, but I know it's winding him that I use his proper name and he's still a cocky fucker so he kinda deserves it. He actually moved in last Sunday. I think he was kinda glad to get off of his friend's sofa, it can't have been good for his pride to be so reliant on other people like that. I mean sure, now he's completely reliant on us, but the whole point of this thing is to get him back on his feet so it should be beneficial in the long run. It was a bit sad when he turned up with all his stuff. I mean, most of the Boys had to give up a lot of things, or leave them in storage, to live here, but everything Ravel owned fit in one suitcase.
Kian will be next to move in, he's coming later today. I was a little worried he may have issues with his parents, I mean, what parent is going to let their seventeen-year-old son just go without wanting to see where or know anything about it? Turns out there was no problem at all. I know that should be a good thing, but it has me a little worried. I've gotta admit, I'm a little weary of having Kian here in general – he has a strange affect on me. Not like Charlie had when he turned up, something else. I just... want to protect him. The way he gets so scared, how timid he is, it just makes me want to wrap my arms around him and never let go.
I know that's not necessarily a bad thing, but when I'm meant to be the strict Master of the household, being that protective of someone might be seen as, I dunno, maybe weak. I'm sure some of them think I do that enough with Zane already. If I add another one... I dunno, guess I'll just have to wait and see. Maybe Kian will toughen up a bit once he's here and won't need me to look after him anyway.
So yeah, overall a fun week so far!
Sunday 9th August 2015
'This was a mistake!' Benny thought to himself. Laying on his side in bed, head propped up one arm he looked down at the sleeping figure beside him. It was the newest permanent resident of the house, Kian. He was sleeping soundly, curled up into a ball, covers pulled up close around him. Benny reached across and brushed the strawberry blonde hair off his face.
'I should have made him stay in his dorm,' Benny thought, shaking his head, 'It was his first night and he spent it in here. He's got to get used to it down there!'
The youngest resident of the House (aside from Benny himself) had been characteristically nervous since he arrived the previous day. He managed to follow orders but continued to look terrified the entire time. Every time Benny saw him he just wanted to run towards the Boy and hold him. It was an urge he had fought most of Saturday evening, but just before everyone started heading off to bed he had given in and approached Kian. He had invited the Boy to his room. Nothing had happened between them, they had just gone to bed where Benny had pulled him close into a cuddle which was how they had eventually fallen asleep.
In his mind, he had justified his actions as a way to get Kian used to being around his new Master, but in truth he just wanted to be with him. He couldn't quite place his finger on exactly where the attraction was. Was it a physical attraction? That certainly would have made sense, the gorgeous blue eyes, the adorable freckles, the sexy Irish accent, it was pushing all of Benny's buttons. Perhaps it was a Dom/sub thing? He was so inexperienced and obedient, the perfect little slaveboy just waiting to be moulded into whatever Master Benny wanted. Could it have been something more personal? The Boy was only seventeen, less than a year older than Benny himself, maybe he just wanted to be around someone his own age.
Once again he gently stroked Kian's silky-smooth hair, this time allowing the backs of his fingers to caress his cheek. The Boy stirred, his eyes opening suddenly. For several moments, they both stared blankly at each other before the sweetest smile Benny had ever seen spread across Kian's face. His breath caught in his throat, the Boy's sheer beauty staggering him.
"Hi," Kian said quietly. His eyes briefly darted sideways to look at Benny's hand, still touching his cheek.
"Oh, sorry, hi!" Benny replied, quickly pulling his hand away. "I didn't mean to wake you!"
"It's okay," Kian said, the smile beginning to fade as he began to remember where he was and who he was with. "Sh... should I go?"
Benny frowned. "Well Sundays are you day off, so you're free to do what you like. Do you... want to go?"
Kian stared up at the younger teen for just a moment before shaking his head ever-so-slightly. "Don't you have, like, Masterish things to do?"
"Not really... and I don't think that's even a word!" Benny said with a slight snigger.
Kian stretched out, laying flat on his back. He shrugged slightly and replied, "No words are words until someone makes them a word!"
Benny frowned. "That's..." he paused, contemplating his words, "That's actually true I suppose."
They both laughed for a few seconds before Benny flopped back down into the bed, turning his head sideways to look at Kian, who did the same, looking back.
"So whadda you think of the House so far?" Benny asked.
"Is it really yours?" Kian asked incredulously. When Benny nodded back, he added, "But how? You're.... you're younger than me. You're still in school. Big inheritance or something?" He laughed for a moment, then suddenly remembered what he had been told about Benny recently losing his Dad. "Oh... oh God, sorry, I didn't..."
"It's okay!" Benny said with a warm smile, moving his hand across to stroke Kian's arm. "And no, it's nothing like that. I... I used to be quite a different kind of Master. I sort of... abused the power and... made money out of it... quite a lot of money!"
"Oh," Kian replied, looking thoughtful for a moment. "But you're not like that any more, are you?"
"No," Benny replied. "I'm trying to be a better person now."
Kian chuckled.
"What?" Benny asked curiously.
"You're really not as scary as I thought," Kian replied.
Benny suddenly sat up, turned and stared down at the Boy. "Oh really?" he asked in his sternest voice.
Kian looked genuinely terrified, backing away so quickly he nearly fell out of the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" he whimpered.
"Aww, I'm sorry, I was only playing, I didn't mean to scare you!" Benny said apologetically. He reached out towards Kian who was virtually shaking. "Come here!"
The scared teen shuffled forward, letting Benny put his arms around him. "Okay, SOMETIMES you're not as scary as I thought!" Kian replied as he hugged Benny.
Benny chuckled as he lay back down, pulling Kian with him.
"You must have been a real hard-ass back then if you could take down someone as big as Roger. Now HE'S scary!" Kian said, nestling into Benny's side.
"Yeah, I guess I was," Benny said, reminiscing. "You wanna hear about how we met?"
"Sure," Kian agreed, "I got nowhere else to be!"
Benny conveyed the story of how he had met Roger. He felt strangely good telling Kian the tale. The last person he had told about it was Victor, shortly after he had ejected Roger from the House, one of the worst times of Benny's life. Telling it now though filled him with a pleasant sense of nostalgia.
"That doesn't sound too bad!" Kian said, seeming almost disappointed.
"Yeah, well not all of them are quite that nice!" Benny said, thinking back to some of this other conquests around then.
"Okay, tell me one of the bad ones then!" Kian requested.
It was September, back in 2014. I used to love Saturday mornings. The first thing I always used to do was check the bank. All my 'victims' had orders to pay their weekly... offering by midnight on Friday. That morning, I was delighted to see they had all paid on time, saving me the trouble of having to threaten any of them. After that, I would always go out to meet Gary and Wade.
I should probably explain who they are. A couple of months earlier, I had started extorting my very first victim. At the time, it just seemed like a nice bit of extra money, but as I started meeting more gullible guys, it started to become a real money-maker. I did what I could to find new victims, but I was just one guy in what felt like a town full of perverts, so I recruited some help.
I had met Gary and Wade online and while they had nowhere near my experience, they were definitely keen to get involved in what I was doing, so I took them on as assistants. They would help me find new guys, they would use the equipment I provided to catch it all on film, then I would pay them for their services. They had no idea that I was making so much more, they thought they were getting a good deal of it. Once a week we would get together for them to show me any new guys they had found.
Gary had managed to get three guys that week. That was three more people I could blackmail into both servitude as well as financial obligation. Wade felt a bit crap, because he had only got one guy. When he showed me a picture of the guy he'd got, I almost wet myself, I couldn't believe it!
Anyway, fast forward a little bit to Monday....
I swear it was the slowest, longest day I had ever had at school. It just never seemed to end, but when the final bell rang I pretty much ran out of class. The room I needed to get to wasn't that far away, but I didn't want to miss my opportunity. The other kids were still coming out by the time I got there but as the last one left, I stood in the doorway, waiting for him to notice me.
It took him a few minutes, but finally he looked up from his desk and noticed me. "Can I help you?" the teacher asked politely.
"No, but I think I can help you!" I said, barely holding back my grin. "Mr Trent, right?" I asked. I'd only been at the school for a month and so far I only knew the teachers who taught my own classes. Mr Trent wasn't one of them.
"That's right, and you are?" he asked, slightly bemused. He looked busy and was already giving me a look that indicated he wanted me to go away.
"Me? I'm your new owner!" I said, my grin finally breaking out.
Mr Trent laughed, raising his eyebrows. "I beg your pardon?" he asked, smirking.
"You heard me. I own you!" I said. My stomach felt like it was about to jump up my throat and splurge out of my mouth. As much as I love taking charge of a new guy, there's always the brief moment where I doubt I can do it.
"Young man, I don't know what you're trying to do, but I'm very busy. Now go home, the school day's over!" Mr Trent said dismissively.
I walked in and closed the door behind me. He didn't look impressed that I was ignoring his commands.
He stood up from his desk and started walking towards me. He reached me and looked down (I was obviously a lot shorter back then) presumably trying to intimidate me, but I just stood my ground.
Still grinning, I said to him, "Oh yeah, take it like that, who's a good boy?"
"Wh... what?" he stuttered, taking a step back.
My expression must have changed then as I realised he had recognised his own words. "Oh, does that sound familiar?" I asked, sniggering. "Yeah, I heard it in a video I saw recently!"
"You... you what?" he asked, trembling.
"Here, let me show you!" I said, reaching into my pocket to retrieve my phone. I started up the video, skipped to the right point and turned up the volume.
"Oh yeah, take it like that, who's a good boy?" Mr Trent's voice echoed round the room.
I turned the phone to face him, revealing him standing there in the park, pants round his ankles, his cock halfway down Wade's throat.
"Delete that now!" Mr Trent snarled, storming towards me.
"Nuh-uh!" I said, dropping the phone back into my pocket. "It'd be pointless anyway, I've got it backed up in so many places. You're not my first perv, ya know!"
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"Well first of all..." I started, then swung my hand out, slapping him, "you can lose the attitude!"
"You little..." Mr Trent started, raising his hands.
"Ah, I wouldn't do that!" I said, taking a cautious step back. "You're already facing a good few years in prison for all the stuff in the video. D'you really wanna add assault to that?"
Mr Trent stopped dead in his tracks, looking terrified. I think I had got the message across.
"Good boy!" I said with a snigger.
"Whadda you want?" Mr Trent demanded angrily.
I smiled as sincerely as I could. "Don't look so pissed. What I want and what you want are apparently the same thing!" I said to him.
"Oh really, and what's that?" Mr Trent asked. He was clearly still trying to sound strong, authoritative almost, but he knew I had him by the balls.
"I want a slave to follow my every command and you want to BE my slave, isn't that right?" I asked, my confidence growing almost as quickly as Mr Trent's cock.
"What... no... don't.... don't talk.... such nonsense!" Mr Trent stuttered, his erection already betraying him.
"On your knees!" I commanded quietly.
"No, I... can't," he protested weakly.
I narrowed my eyes, glared at him and repeated in a low growl, "On your knees, now Boy!"
Mr Trent actually gasped aloud as he dropped to his knees. I got the feeling his submissive side had just won out over his logical side, a feeling that was confirmed when I heard him utter, "Yes Sir!" under his breath.
"Here's the deal... Quentin!" I said, stepping closer. Bizarrely, addressing a teacher by his first name actually felt stranger than talking to him about such sexual things. "From now on, you belong to me. You do what I say, when I say it."
He stared up at me as I moved even closer. He was terrified, but was already developing a wet patch on his trousers, his cock must have been virtually flowing with precum!
"Now don't worry. I'm not gonna make you do anything in front of other people or do anything to jeopardise your job. After all, you're no good to me if you're in prison or penniless! I will give you commands, you will obey them without question. You may not be much use to me in prison, but I'm happy to have you sent there if you refuse to obey me." I explained to him. My assurances seemed to calm him as much as my threats appeared to terrify him!
"I will provide you with bank details with which you will update your payroll people here at the school! Your wages will be paid directly to me!"
"I can't live without money!" Mr Trent said in shock.
I swung my hand as hard as I could, slapping his cheek. "SHUT UP!" I yelled angrily. "You will speak only when I tell you to. You will have your wages paid directly to me. This payment is not to keep me quiet, it's not to buy your liberty, it is for you to show me your gratitude for allowing you to serve me. The payment fails even once and the video goes straight to the police. This money will also pay for your upkeep as you will be moving into MY house. You will live there, you will be given a room and you will be fed, but you will also be given chores and tasks to do. You will continue to serve me until such time as I deem to release you. In a moment, I'm going to take out my cock. If you agree to my conditions, you will take it into your mouth and you will suck it until I cum. If you choose not, I walk away right now and you'll be in prison by the morning!"
Without another word, I unzipped and pulled out my cock. Needless to say, I was as hard as Quentin was by that point. The thrill of totally crushing him was intoxicating and ridiculously arousing. I looked at him, he looked at me, what felt like hours passed in a matter of seconds... and then his lips were around my cock. He was mine!
Never tell Quentin, but it was probably one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had. It wasn't necessarily because he was good at it, I mean he's sucked my cock endless times since then and while he's not bad, he's not amazing either, but that time was incredible. I think it was the mix of taking control of a new sub, doing sex stuff in such a public place and turning a teacher, someone in a position of authority over me, into my slave.
I shot a massive load right down his throat. No, I can word that better. I shot a massive load down MY TEACHER'S throat, then looked down at him. The look in his eyes was mesmerising. A mix of fear, lust and anticipation that I've rarely seen since. I leant down and kissed him on the forehead. "Don't worry. I'm gonna make sure you enjoy this as much as I do!" I said to him.
"That's it!" Kian said with a grin. "That's why he stayed!"
Benny looked at him, frowning. It wasn't quite the reaction he had expected after telling his story.
"I'm talking about when you told everyone the blackmail stuff was over, how you let everyone who wanted to go, leave," Kian explained. "Just about everyone stayed, and that's why. You make it fun. You treat them like slaves, but you appreciate them for it. You get your thrills, but you make sure they have theirs too! Some masters only care about what they want and treat their subs like crap, but you're so different!"
Benny looked at the boy and grinned. He had never seen him so animated or heard him talk quite so much at once. He was mesmerised. "You seem to have given this a lot of thought," Benny said with a gentle smirk.
Kian blushed, realising he had got slightly carried away. He shrugged, looking down at his fidgeting hands. He had sat up while Benny told the story, sitting cross legged as he watched his new master talk. "I guess I have," he said shyly. His eyes quickly moved from his hands to his cock, still enclosed in the near-permanent chastity device he had been given on first coming to the house. He grabbed it gently and added, "I guess I just wondered sometimes why I'd let you keep me in this thing even though I hate it and that made me wonder why the others stay here too!"
"It's okay," Benny said, reaching out and placing his hand on Kian's, making the enclosed cock swell in its confinement, "It's not forever!"
"Can't you take it off?" Kian asked, raising his eyes to look at Benny.
Benny's breath caught in his throat once again. His cuteness was disarming, his eyes big and watery, deep pools of sapphire that Benny felt he could get lost in for days. 'Let him out!' Benny thought to himself. 'Let him out and play with him. You know you want to!'
"I can't!" Benny said, almost against his own will. "I said you new guys will stay caged and I gotta stick to that. But like I said, it won't be forever!"
"Okay," Kian said, pouting slightly.
Benny lay back down on the bed then held out his arm. "Come here," he requested softly. Kian complied, twisting round to lay alongside Benny, who rolled him onto side side, spooning with him, their bodies slotting together perfectly as the young Master squeezed his arms around his newest sub.
Benny inhaled, taking in a deep breath of Kian, feeling his cock swell almost instantly as he got a lungful of teenage boy. It took him back to the days of his first explorations of domming, of playing with Josh and Warren and the others. At the same time, the scent was distinctly that of someone new, of Kian.
The older teen felt the firmness against his ass cheeks and moaned excitedly. With every passing second, his fear of Benny was melting away, replaced by something else entirely. He felt Benny's hands caressing his chest until the came across the aroused stiffness of a nipple. Kian's moans loudened, subconsciously pushing his ass back against Benny. He felt lips on his neck, a hand sliding lower. It cupped his balls, his poor aching balls, so desperate for release. His cock, swollen almost painfully to the full capacity of the cage let out a small spurt of precum. He let out a moan of excitement as he felt Benny catch the slippery fluid in his palm, then pull his hand back. There was movement around Benny's crotch before the hand returned to scoop up more, disappearing back once more, this time to find its was into the moaning sub's crack. Benny's fingers lubed his hole with his own precum. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming next, the thought of it driving Kian absolutely wild with desire.
Benny pushed the head of his cock between the boy's perfect, smooth cheeks, finding his slippery hole. As he pushed inside, he squeezed his arms tighter, their bodies holding against each other as he slid inch by inch into the warmth of Kian's rear.
Part of Benny wanted to thrust hard, to slam against the boy's butt until he filled it with his spunk, but it just didn't feel right. Instead, he allowed himself to slide in and out slowly, revelling into the gentle coos and moans coming from Kian with every movement. He continued to kiss, lick and nibble his way around his sub's neck, ear and shoulder as he fucked almost torturously slowly.
As he allowed his hand to continue exploring the smooth firmness of Kian's body, he felt the cage once again. He knew how much he would love to have been playing with the encapsulated cock as he did this, but he had to be strong and stick to his decree, he was nothing if not a man of his word! Being locked up certainly wasn't doing anything to stop the flow of precum. The sheets were getting soaked from the near continuous stream flowing from Kian. Benny kept scooping up large globs of it and using it to tease the boy more. First he lubed up a nipple and tweaked it gently between thumb and forefinger, then he raised his slick fingers to Kian's mouth. He intended to make him lick them clean, but he didn't have to, Kian eagerly took the digits into his eager maw, sucking enthusiastically, even after the precum was long gone.
Time seemed to become irrelevant as the slow, spooning fuck went on. Benny was glad it was Sunday, it meant they had as long as they wanted. Eventually, the need to cum became too much to resist and Benny sped up, ever-so-slightly. The change in pace was all it took. Within seconds he was pumping a thick load inside Kian whose pleasured moans turned into delighted screams.
The pleasure shooting through the chaste sub were so intense he wondered if he had actually cum, but as he reached down to check he found nothing but the seemingly endless pool of precum. "Oh my God," he whimpered, his voice shaking as much as his body.
"I... agree!" Benny said, catching his breath.
The two remained in the same position, happily spooning, their sweaty bodies touching each other as much as was physically possible as they caught their breath.
"Tell me another one," Kian requested dreamily. "Tell me how you met another one of your Boys!"
Benny lay there thinking for a moment then grinned. "Okay, I've got one!" he said happily.
Okay, so this starts back in January last year. I have fake profiles on a lot of sites. It sucks that I can't have a genuine one, but I can understand why. I can look after myself but I suppose not everyone my age is quite so together. Anyway, it was with one of these fake profiles that I first met Wesley. I only really spoke to guys on there who listed themselves as fifty percent submissive or greater, but Wesley's profile caught my eye. He listed himself as 90% dominant, but I figured we could at least chat.
I messaged him and it started like they always do, the bland conversation it always starts with until the good stuff kicks in. I was tempted to just call it quits, but when he started talking about spanking and inflicting pain, he caught my interest. Ever since... an unfortunate incident I'd rather not dwell on right now, I'd been really reluctant about any kind of activity like that, but it was still something I was really interested in.
Wesley talked about it so passionately. I don't mean in a ruthless way. I'd spoken to guys before about that sort of thing and they just seemed to get a thrill out of being as painful as they could manage. Wesley was different, to him it was an art. On top of that, he just seemed like a genuinely nice guy, that was why I suggested meeting.
Now, because he's not a blithering idiot, he obviously asked to see what I looked like first as I understandably couldn't put pictures on my profile. I was only fifteen at the time, my birthday had only been a couple of weeks before so I couldn't even say I was nearly sixteen. I figured I may as well come clean. I liked Wesley, I felt like I could talk to him and maybe even learn from him and that could only happen if he knew who I really was. I told him my age and he freaked out. I told him I wasn't looking for sex (with him, anyway) and I just wanted to meet to talk, one dom to another. He was reluctant.
It took a couple more weeks of talking before I finally convinced him to meet, but he did. He chose a very public place to meet. I'm sure he thought I was part of some police operation to catch predators, but we met and started talking and he relaxed pretty quickly once he figured out I was genuine. It was great to actually have another dom to talk to and he was more than a little intrigued to hear stories of my own experiences.
At the time, I had just found the house and Roger was in the process of dealing with the paperwork to buy it on my behalf. When I mentioned it and explained what I had planned for it, Wesley became even more interested and honestly, so was I, but I needed to make sure he knew that I was the boss! That was when things got really interesting.
"So, tell me about this other ten percent!" I said, then took a swig of coke.
"What ten percent?" Wesley asked, frowning.
"On your profile, you say you're ninety percent dominant. What about the other part?" I asked, grinning as I saw him begin to look a little concerned.
"Well there's always gotta be some wiggle room. Nobody's really one hundred percent dom, are they?" Wesley asked casually.
"I am!" I said bluntly. I stared directly into his eyes. This was it. This was my chance to take charge. Controlling a sub was easy, by that point I could do it with my eyes closed, but taking control of another dom... that was a challenge. Roger was different, he was more like fifty/fifty, happy being both, more like a sub who could act like a dom. Wesley though, he was a dom, but could I make him act like a sub?
"Are you really?" Wesley asked sceptically. He sat back in his seat, grinning. "Can't see it myself!"
"Fair enough," I said, nodding my understanding. "I suppose I haven't really done anything yet to convince you, so perhaps I can make an offer that might help me."
"What kind of offer?" Wesley asked, looking more curious than nervous.
I sat forward in my seat, staring at him once again. "Imagine it, if you will. A house, full of naked, willing subs," I started. He already looked nervous at me discussing these things so openly in public. "Now imagine you in control of them. Imagine each one of them, bending over one by one, unmarked, perfect buttocks just waiting for you to redden them!"
"Okay, that's kinda hot," Wesley said, beginning to look very slightly nervous.
I grinned. It was going exactly as I hoped. I went on. "Each of them, just waiting for the pleasure of your pain. Maybe a different tool for each. A paddle for the first ass, a crop for the next, a flogger for the third, a cane for the fourth. Slave after slave just waiting for your exquisite touch!"
"Fuck," Wesley muttered, crossing his legs to hide the now obvious growth.
"Nuh-uh," I said, reaching out and pulling his leg back down. "No covering up. Let it show!"
"Oh fuck!" Wesley muttered again as he realised he was letting me make him do it.
"So, are you interested?" I asked, leaning further toward him.
"Fuck yes!" he said breathily.
"Good, so this ten percent, that's the part of you that will serve me," I explained. "You'll be a dom, but my sub. You'll be in charge of my Boys, but I'll be in charge of you. Got it?"
"Yes!" he said, looking genuinely surprised at his own lack of reluctance.
"Yes... what?" I asked, relaxing back into my seat. I knew he was mine now, I just had to seal the deal.
"Sir," he added, visibly shuddering, his bulge still painfully apparent.
"Good boy," I said with a slight snigger. "Now go to the toilets, take off your underwear, jerk off and cum on them, then bring them back to me!" I commanded, not even bothering to lower my voice. I don't think anyone heard, but the possibility that they had actually seemed to arouse him more. He went to stand, moving his hands in front of his bulge.
I grabbed his arm as he stood and said, "Oh, and don't cover up. Let everyone see how excited you are!"
He just nodded as he walked away, hands down by his sides. Again, I don't think anyone heard, or really paid him much attention as he walked away, but the possibility that people may be looking, coupled with the fact he was obeying his new master meant he took almost no time at all completing the task I had set him.
He returned a few minutes later, small black briefs folded up and held tightly in his hand. He passed them to me as he sat down, his erection apparently not even slightly subsided after his commanded orgasm. I opened out the briefs, blatantly holding them up for anyone to see, an obvious blotch of white on them.
"Good boy, I think you'll be a valuable addition to the house," I said, screwing up the briefs and tossing them back to him.
He was caught by surprise and nearly dropped his discarded underwear, but managed to keep hold, awkwardly trying to hide it. "Thank you Sir," he said, surprising even himself at the ease with which he adapted to my title.
"So that's the key? That's the big secret to how you get your Boys?" Kian asked quietly as he squeezed on the arms wrapped around him. "You just tease them with what you know they want most of all and they fall in line, just like that?"
Benny laughed, then realised he had done it right in Kian's ear. He kissed it gently and whispered, "Sorry, didn't mean to be so loud," He rolled away from the boy, laying on his back.
Kian rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin up with both hands as he looked at his master.
"There's no secret, no... single answer on how I do it," Benny said with a slightly smug smile. "Like you said earlier, I treat my Boys well, that means I have to know them. It's knowing them that helps more than anything. Some of my Boys require threats and discipline to keep them in line, some just require a little loving attention now and then. Some like spanks, some like restraints, some just like cuddles. I guess it's not about teasing them with what they want so much as giving them what they need!"
"Oh, well what I need is to have this cage off. So hop to it!" Kian said, jumping up and flipping onto his back in a single smooth motion.
"Hop to it?" Benny asked, eyebrows raised. The boy was beyond cute and he wanted more than anything to just hold him once more, but such cheek couldn't go unpunished.
"Yeah. Give me what I need!" Kian said, realising how risky it was to be so informal with his master.
Benny smiled and shook his head as he rolled back onto his side, facing Kian. He reached across to the naked boy, letting the tips of his fingers lightly brush the smooth, flawless skin of his stomach. "Let me ask you... Boy..." he said indignantly, his fingers sliding down, dangerously close to the cage, skirting past them to the Kian's thigh, getting a whimper in response. "Do you really NEED that cage off?"
Kian stared at Benny nervously, not afraid so much as incredibly anticipative.
Benny watched the boy's tool twitch and swell inside the device in response to his touch. He carried on, now barely more than a whisper, "Do you NEED to cock released from it's restraint? You want to cum, I know you do, anyone who leaks quite this much," he playfully twirled his finger in a small pool of precum on Kian's inner thigh, "obviously WANTS to cum. But that's a want, not a need. I know what it is you NEED!"
Shudders rippled up and down Kian's body. "Wh... what?" he asked shakily.
"Me!" Benny said bluntly. He leaned forward and buried his tongue in Kian's ear, the boy's groan of pure ecstasy making Benny's own cock twitch excitedly. When he pulled his tongue back, he resumed whispering, "You only need me, because I can give you want you want. Isn't that right?"
"Yes... no... wait... I..." Kian stuttered, too lost on his own arousal to even understand what was being asked. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. Benny's fingers continued to tease his body, the younger teen's breath cold on his recently-licked ear. His cock felt like it was going to burst free of its cage at any moment, the pain of swelling against it swinging back and forth between painful pleasure and pleasured pain.
"You need me, because I can make you feel like this," Benny whispered, allowing his fingers to slide between the boy's cheeks, probing at his hole, still slick from the earlier mix of his own precum and Benny's spunk.
"Ah yes," Kian moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as Benny's fingers continued their exploration inside him.
"I can give you the release you need and I don't even need to unlock you to do it..." Benny hissed, allowing his tongue and lips to caress Kian's ear.
"Oh God, no," Kian pleaded. He knew what Benny was doing. If it happened, he knew he would completely lose himself in his new master. He wanted it, he needed it, but he knew it was something he might never come back from. As Benny's teasing continued, he cared less and less. If Benny wanted him, he could have him!
"Let it go, boy. Cum for your new master!" Benny whispered, plunging his tongue into his ear once more as he thrust his finger into the boy's prostate.
The yell was as much one of pain as it was pleasure. Kian's cock was erupting without even being touched, but the spasms made the tool swell even more against the impossibility of the cage. Spurt after spurt shot from the boy as his whimpers grew louder and higher. His back arched until only his feet and shoulders remained touching the bed.
He collapsed down when it finally ended, Benny's finger pulling free as he dropped down into the precum, cum and sweat soaked sheets.
"So tell me again what you need, boy," Benny asked, looking down at the spent boy with a grin.
"You Sir. Only you!" Kian gasped back, his face one of pure contentment.