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Benny's House
Chapter 29 – The Party
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Saturday 29th August 2015
It's getting harder and harder to keep avoiding Josh and Kian. Mainly Josh really. Kian's just back to being entirely timid so all I have to do is not talk to him and he doesn't talk to me. Josh is a different matter though, he keeps saying we need to talk. If I had to guess, I'd say he's trying to tell me about him and Kian but I'm just not ready to hear that. The worst thing is, I still can't stop thinking about him. Every time I do though, I just want to cry. I don't get how everyone I like seems happy for me to Dom them, but doesn't want to actually be with me!
Anyway, I suppose every cloud has a silver lining (that's a saying Victor keeps using with me a lot, I don't really understand it!?) as I've been making myself busy with other things instead. A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to Malik about finding new Boys. I'm not looking for more, I feel we've got enough at the moment with the apprentices settling in, but he started talking about how much of a kink community there actually is here on town. It's weird really, it's a relatively small place, but the guys here are kinky as hell. Is it like that everywhere? I guess I've never really thought about it before.
Sorry, getting off subject again. So I was talking to Malik and we started toying with the idea of getting to know some of the other local Doms. Once I stopped spending all my free time with Kian, I started thinking about it more and that's when I started getting the idea for a party. I mean, I own this massive house and I do so little with it. I need to branch out more, so I figured I'd have a party, invite some of the other Doms and their subs and get to know them all. Maybe it'll be crap and I'll hate them all, but maybe we, as a House, can make some new friends. If nothing else, having a bunch of hot, kinky men in the house for the night should be pretty enjoyable!
I could leave all the party planning up to the others, I guess that's the point of having subs, but I'm so excited about it that I just wanna get hands on and get everything ready. After... finding out about Josh and Kian, I changed up the sleeping rota. I took out all of Kian's extra slots and just spread it out evenly. It's good really as it means everyone gets a fair share of my time now. Last night was David. Right now, he's laying between my legs, sucking my cock slowly. He keeps humping the bed while he does it, I don't think he thinks I've noticed... or maybe he does and he's hoping for a punishment. You know what he's like with his spanking! Maybe I'll indulge him...
Benny put down his diary on the night stand and looked down at the thirty-five-year-old laying between his legs. He smirked as he saw the naked man's buttocks clenching as he thrust his own rigid cock against the bed.
"Did I tell you that you could do that?" Benny asked abruptly.
David pulled up, letting Benny's cock slide out of his mouth. "D... do what, Sir?" David asked nervously.
"Hump my bed!" Benny said, forcing a scowl despite his amusement.
"No Sir!" David said, stopping the movement. "It's just... I was just... you make me so horny!"
Benny gave a lopsided smile. "Keep on sucking, stop the humping!" he commanded, moaning slightly as David's lips immediately wrapped around his solid tool. He sat back, resting his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the leisurely blow-job, allowing his mind to drift on to party planning.
He grabbed his phone and opened up an image of the invites he had sent out earlier in the week to all the local Doms that he or his Generals knew. Paranoid about missing some fine detail, he read through it again.
'CALLING ALL LOCAL DOMS
Want to meet other Masters, show off your subs or just looking for en excuse to have a night of fun? If so, you are cordially invited to come to our celebration of everything BDSM at 7 pm on Saturday 29th August 2015.
Benny's House, established 2014 is currently home to twelve subs and four Doms who all live together on a permanent basis. For us, BDSM isn't a hobby or a pastime, it's a way of life! The evening will include demonstrations on various activities and techniques for those of you looking to learn something new as well as the opportunity to try out some of your own skills with the House subs so whether you're brand new to kink or a lifetime inductee, you're more than welcome to come along.
Please note that we take safety very seriously within the House. As such, should you hear the House safe word at any time, all activity stops immediately. Anyone caught breaking this rule will be immediately, and permanently, expelled from House. You will also only be permitted entry to the House on production of a certificate to prove you and all subs are STI-free. Special provisions have been put in place for anyone diagnosed as HIV-positive. Please contact us to discuss #EndHIVStigma. You can contact Dr Simon Francis, details at the end, to arrange any necessary testing.
Doms are permitted to bring up to three subs. All subs are permitted to wear restraints, harnesses, collars but other than this should remain naked. We request that you refrain from the use of masks to encourage an atmosphere of openness and trust, however if you feel one is necessary, please contact us to discuss.
Please reply using the contact details below if you wish to attend. We look forward to seeing you.'
Benny was satisfied with the invite, although it was too late if he wasn't. There had already been a surprisingly large number of replies to the invite, mostly yeses and a few maybes. It was when they started coming in that it suddenly became very real. Benny had only discussed the party with the rest of the House after he had already put things in motion. While most of the residents ranged from accepting to excited, a few remained sceptical or outright opposed to the idea. Roger had offered to speak to the dissenters, but Benny had decided to do so himself.
The residents of the House were used to just following Benny's commands, questioning them or disagreeing was quite rare. Benny could usually talk his subs around to anything, but he took a different approach this time. Perhaps it was his anger over losing Kian or perhaps he simply felt it was time for him to flex a little muscle, but he yelled, he swore, he reminded the subs of their place and by the time he was done, everyone was on board with the party.
Benny was suddenly shaken from his thoughts as he felt his orgasm approaching. David was doing an excellent job of sucking. Most Boys, when commanded to take it slowly simply didn't have the skills to keep a cock entertained. David, fortunately, was the opposite. It seemed the slower he went the better he was at it so by the time Benny was on the edge, he was in pure ecstasy.
"Oh God, oh fuck... aah... don't stop!" Benny moaned. He was tempted to grab the back of David's head and fuck his face, but the Boy had done such a good job of getting him that far that Benny decided to let him finish his own way.
Losing himself in David's slow, teasing sucking, Benny simply closed his eyes and waited. Closer, closer, closer, until finally his cock began twitching in David's mouth, filling the older man's throat with a colossal load.
It felt like the orgasm would never end but it eventually subsided with Benny panting, almost whimpering as David finally released his dick.
"I hope you enjoyed that, Sir!" David said happily, kneeling up on the bed.
Benny grinned at David's cute smile. Back when he first moved in, Benny rarely saw it, but the longer David spent in the house the more his confidence grew and the more his smile came out. It looked like David was due for a shave too, and not just his face. The thirty-five year old tended to keep his chest smoothly shaven but it had obviously been a while as there were short hairs beginning to show. David's hair was ginger, but a different shade to Kian's strawberry-blonde, his was more of a dark ginger, almost verging on brown at times. Benny took a moment to imagine what the man before him would look like unshaven. It would change his appearance quite drastically. His youthful face, paired with his usually-smooth jaw and body made him look like he could be in his early twenties, but somehow the gingerish stubble beginning to creep in now made him look older and much more rugged. Benny envied it in a way, that he could alter his appearance so easily.
He knew it was something he would appreciate in later years, but for now Benny hated how young he looked. Still five months off of turning seventeen, and despite his growth spurt over the last few months, Benny still looked exceedingly boyish. Being so fair-haired meant he was yet to sprout any substantial body hair either. He had slight, wispy tufts under his arms, a smattering of hair on his legs and a moderately sized bush that he kept neatly trimmed, but that was about it.
Needing to distract himself from his own self-criticism, Benny sat up and reached forward, grabbing David's arm and pulling him closer.
"S... Sir?" David said nervously as Benny pulled him in.
Benny remained silent as he pushed David down across his lap. He positioned the older man so that his rigid cock was between his master's legs, which squeezed together gently.
"Uh, Sir," David moaned. The dual stimulation of his cock between Benny's legs and the knowledge of what laying in that position implied had him almost ready to blow his load.
SMACK! Benny's hand fell sharply on David's left buttock, getting a pleasured whimper in response. SMACK! This time the right buttock.
Benny felt the wetness of precum between his legs. "Don't cum!" Benny snapped.
"I don't think I'll be able to... stop it... Sir!" David gasped, already painfully close.
Benny started slapping David's ass as he spoke, one smack for each word. "I. Told. You. Not. To. Cum. So. You. Will. Not. Cum!"
It almost took the older man over the edge. He kept trying to open his mouth to talk, but every time he did he felt like he was going to cum and had to clench his entire body to hold it back.
"Don't cum!" Benny ordered. SMACK! "I mean it, you're not allowed!" SMACK! Benny was enjoying teasing the boy. He knew that the more he mentioned it, the more it would play on the Boy's mind and push him closer to it. He knew he could be really mean here, force David to cum whilst ordering him not to but he was feeling generous. He watched as David struggled to hold his orgasm at bay. It appeared to be a very difficult struggle.
"Stand up, Boy!" Benny said, leaning back once again.
"Aaah," David moaned as he felt his cock being released from between Benny's legs. He stood up carefully on the bed, feeling like the slightest touch might set him off accidentally. "Yes Sir!" he said shakily as he stood beside the bed, cock literally dripping with precum.
"Would you like to cum, Boy?" Benny asked. The answer was obvious, but he liked to tease.
"If Sir wants me to!" David said obediently.
"Good Boy," Benny said with a grin as he swung his legs round to sit up on the side of the bed. His face was just inches from David's swollen dick. He poked out his tongue and pressed it against the underside of his slave's cock, right at the base, then slowly slid it along the length, finally licking a drop of precum from the tip.
David's legs were shaking, a series of high-pitched whimpers coming from his tightly-clenched mouth.
Benny chuckled and jumped to his feet, standing to one side of the older man. He let a hand slide onto his stomach, feeling its way upwards until his fingers grasped onto the firmness of a nipple. He pulled his other hand back, then swung it round to slap David's ass, the older man gasping with pleasure from the strike. Again, the hand fell and David looked like his legs were ready to give way. A third slap.
"Oh," Benny whispered in his ear. "I forgot to mention... you're allowed to cum now!"
As Benny's hand landed one more time, David's eyes widened and his cock erupted. Thick, heavy spurts flew from his wildly twitching cock, the pleasure enhanced even further by Benny's hand continuing its spanking with each gush.
With the orgasm almost over, David's legs gave way and he collapsed onto the sweat-and-spunk-soaked bed. Benny jumped down beside him, grabbing the sticky, softening cock, giving it a gentle stroke.
"Aaah, oh God, Sir..." David gasped from the sensitivity.
Benny chuckled and released him, not wanting to torture him. He put his arms around the breathless man, holding his sub tightly for a few moments.
"Thank you Sir," David whispered contentedly.
Benny kissed the older man's forehead then rolled away and stood up. "Get this mess cleaned up, then clean yourself up and go help with the party prep," he instructed, walking away to his private bathroom.
Benny had been insufferable all day. He had meticulously planned every little detail for the party - decorations, lighting, food, drinks, entertainment, everything that could be needed. He had then planned exactly what each member of the house would be doing to prepare for it as well as their roles during the event. So far, it had gone perfectly but he had remained on edge the entire time, fretting over every little thing. As the time on the invite grew closer, it was only Roger's constant support and reassurance that everything was fine that had stopped him having an outright nervous breakdown.
When it finally came time for the guests to start arriving, Benny ensured he was downstairs ready to greet each of them. He had considered hiding away, maintaining an air of mystery, making a grand entrance later in the night but that really just wasn't his style. The entire aim of the party was to meet and get to know other Doms and their subs, he had no need to try and impress or intimidate them.
Roger was outside at the bottom of the steps, directing them where to park and checking they all had suitable certificates from Dr Francis to verify they were clean and safe. Benny always prioritised the safety of his subordinates which is why they were all regularly checked. Without protection being used in the house, it was a necessity. That meant it was necessary to check such things before letting strangers in. They had come up with a system by which anyone HIV Positive could be easily identified so that relevant precautions could be taken. Benny had gone to great measures to ensure all of his Boys knew what was and wasn't safe to do so that they wouldn't simply be excluded.
One by one, Doms began to arrive and the house rapidly filled up. Every time a new one arrived, Benny made sure he had a quick chat with them, getting to know the doms and getting a brief introduction to their subs. For ease of identification, the Generals were all wearing name tags while the Boys had all had their names written on their backs and chests, something he encouraged the guests to do too. Something Benny quickly noticed was that most of the doms had nicknames for their subs, something that, aside from Zane, he had yet to do with his Boys.
While all of the guests were exciting and new to the young Master, a few particularly caught his eye. The first was Adrian, a bear in his late forties dressed in leathers. He was accompanied by two subs – twenty-one-year-old George (or Slave 1 as Adrian called him) a brown-haired otter, slim with a slightly pudgy stomach dressed in nothing but a leather harness and collar and thirty-two-year old Roy (Slave 2), blonde and toned, but far from muscular and as smooth as George was hairy. When they arrived, the two subs looked equally at ease as their fully dressed Master. The three men were extremely casual with each other to begin with, not quite in character yet. However, with a single word from Adrian, the two younger men fell into 'sub mode'. Benny found himself reminded of himself and Roger, how they could act like just friends when alone, but completely revert to sub and Master as needed.
The next to catch his eye was a couple, both in their late thirties, Vincent and Seymour. Much like Adrian and his subs, this couple were also acting completely casually to begin with, despite Seymour being naked, with chains connecting to his wrists and ankles. The tall, slender Vincent didn't look like the dominant type, but they way he forced his slightly overweight boyfriend (nicknamed Bitchboy) to kneel and thank Benny for the invite soon made it clear that looks could be deceiving.
A little later, a quartet came in through the door. Again Benny wouldn't have guessed the innocent-looking, blonde haired, blue-eyed twenty-something that came in was a Dom, but the boy who introduced himself as Max had all three of his subs collared and leashed, crawling behind him. Forty-two-year-old Earl, thirty-year-old Donald and twenty-two-year-old Sean all sat patiently awaiting their Master's commands as he spoke to Benny. Each of the three subs had a tag hanging from their collars bearing their pup names. It was seeing another young guy taking charge of older men like that reminded Benny of himself.
The last group that really caught Benny's interest was another quartet, but this time they looked much more like a traditional Dom/sub set up. A man in his later forties or early fifties, Travis, was accompanied by three smooth, twinky eighteen-year-olds, Yuri, Anton and Ralph, or Number One, Number Two and Number Three as Travis called them.
Eventually, satisfied that he had greeted most of the Doms who were going to turn up, Benny started wandering around the house, chatting to the guests. The kitchen had been set up as a bar with all the food and drinks while the Lounge and Atrium were being used as a general area for socialising. It seemed a lot of the doms present already knew each other, but Benny was pleased to see others getting to know each other, discussing their subs.
Meanwhile, the basement was being used for more exciting endeavours. Malik was giving demonstrations in one of the Play Rooms on the best ways to edge and tease subs. Wesley was in the next room showing a large number of guests all the different kinds of paddles, floggers, canes and every other pain-inflicting tool he could find as well as sharing tips on the best ways to cause maximum pain with minimum injury. After receiving the last of the arrivals, Roger had taken his place in the third room demonstrating some of his favoured techniques for belittling, humiliating or degrading subs. The best thing Benny noticed as he passed by each of the rooms was the way the guests were getting involved. Not only were their subs and Doms trying new things, but some were passing on their own tips to Malik, Wesley and Roger.
"Impressive set up you've got here, young man!" someone said as Benny wandered through the atrium.
Benny turned to see Travis, closely followed by his three twink-subs. "Thank you very much," he replied with a wry grin. "It takes some work, but its worth it!"
"Yes, I can imagine, I just have these three to deal with and they keep me busy enough!" Travis said, gesturing to his three slaves.
Benny looked the three teens up and down for a moment. All three were slim, shaved completely smooth from the neck down and standing to attention ready to receive commands. Yuri was cute, Anton quite plain looking and Ralph bore a slightly impish grin. "You having a good night, Boys?" he asked them.
All three looked to Travis who gave a tiny hint of a nod. "Yes Sir," Ralph said politely.
Benny looked to the others who both said something in another language.
"Sorry Sir, they don't really speak much English," Ralph added, then looked nervous at having spoken unbidden. A slight nod of Travis' head indicated he was not in trouble, prompting a sigh of relief.
Benny smiled. He always liked to see such well trained Boys. "Been downstairs yet?" Benny asked Travis.
Travis looked to Ralph and said, "All of you turn around."
Ralph mumbled something to the other slaves then all three turned away from Benny. All three had dark red lines across their buttocks from being caned.
"Ha, nice," Benny said happily.
"So how did all this come about? You're rather... young to be in such a position," Travis said bluntly.
"Well I started young," Benny said casually. "As for how it all came about... well I knew what I wanted, so I just took it."
Vincent let out a hearty laugh. "You're audacious, kid, I'll give you that."
"Thanks," Benny said, smiling as he started to walk away to the next group of guests. He stopped just as he passed Vincent and whispered in his ear. "But if you ever call me 'kid' again, I'll show you just how audacious I can really be!"
Vincent nodded and smiled, but clearly looked a little taken aback. "Duly noted," he said quietly.
To anyone observing, Benny's path through the atrium would have looked entirely random but it was, in reality, specifically planned to avoid Kian. He, along with the other three apprentices, had been tasked with being a naked servant for the night. Clad in nothing but collar and cuffs, they wandered the atrium and Lounge offering out canapés and drinks. Benny just managed to avoid the young Irish boy by ducking into the kitchen, believing he was clear when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey Benny," Dale said with a smile. "Great party!"
Benny was more than a little surprised to see Josh's boyfriend. While he had made it clear that he was always welcome in the house, he tended to stay away. According to Josh, he liked to to keep it as 'Josh's thing' so he steered clear. Presumably though, the party had seemed too good to miss. "Oh hey Dale, Josh... erm... Josh never mentioned you were coming!"
"That's not really surprising considering you haven't even spoken to him in a the last week!" Dale said, raising his eyebrows.
"I... I don't...." Benny stuttered.
"Come on," Dale said, gesturing to the patio door.
They headed outside, taking a seat on the decking. Out in the back garden, a few of the Doms, including Max, were playing fetch with their subs. Max's pups looked more than accustomed to the game, while some of the others appeared to be playing it for the first time, possibly having never engaged in pup-play before.
"So what's the deal?" Dale asked frankly.
Benny sighed, unsure what to say. How had he not even considered Dale? He had been so caught up in losing Kian to Josh that he hadn't even considered the possibility that the relationship might count as cheating on Dale. "You and Josh have an... open relationship, right?"
Dale laughed. "Benny, he comes here every other day to be dominated by another guy and hang out with a dozen other naked subs. So yeah, I think you might just be able to define that as open."
"Right, yeah, sorry," Benny said, staring down at the ground.
"Benny," Dale urged him.
"He... Josh I mean... he... might be seeing someone else!" Benny said awkwardly, not even daring to make eye contact.
Dale laughed again. "What?" he demanded, sounding more amused than annoyed.
"He... he's been... well, he's been sleeping with.... with another guy. I think they're... together!" Benny said, the words catching in his throat. Telling Dale was hard, but it somehow made the loss of Kian feel even more real.
"Benny, don't be stupid!" Dale said sharply. "I know he's... strayed in the past, but I trust Josh implicitly. He wouldn't do that!"
"I saw them. They were together, in bed, all over each other!" Benny said back just as sharply.
"Who are you talking about?" Dale asked, frowning.
"Kian!" Benny snapped.
"Kian? Kian... wait, he's... he's one of the new ones right? The little one?" Dale asked.
Benny nodded. "Yeah, that's him!"
Dale frowned, thinking for a moment. "Wait, was this... was it last week some time you saw them?"
Benny nodded again.
"They're not together, you little idiot. Josh told me about that. Kian was scared and he started having nightmares, so Josh comforted him. They cuddled, that's it, that's all!" Dale explained.
Benny stared, wide-eyed. "Wait, seriously?"
"Wow, that's a hell of a conclusion to jump to, Benny, even by your standards!" Dale said, shaking his head. "So you've had Josh panicking for the last week, worried he's pissed you off in some way, all over nothing! And Kian? Josh says he's losing his mind."
Benny flopped back in his chair. While he was relieved to hear that the two weren't really together, the thought that he had hurt them both with his assumption was more than a little painful. "Fuck!" Benny muttered.
"Did you... Benny, didn't you even talk to them about it?" Dale asked, frowning.
Benny shrugged. "I didn't think I needed to. This is just... what happens to me!"
"What is?" Dale asked, shuffling his chair closer and placing his hand on Benny's back. It felt strange to be comforting him. The two had never been particularly close but in the moment he was just a vulnerable teenager.
"I like someone and I start to think they might like me back and then BAM, just like that it's over and they're with someone else!" Benny said, shaking his head slightly, subconsciously leaning a little more towards Dale.
"It's happened before?" Dale asked. Josh often talked about stuff from the house, but mostly just the sex or other activities, the personal lives of the residents rarely came up.
"Well yeah, Zane came here and we had this... this bond that I thought was going somewhere, but he goes and ends up with Roger. Before that, it was Charlie. I mean, I fell for him hard and then suddenly he's with Philip," Benny explained, getting a little emotional. "And then, before that..." he paused and looked round at Dale.
"Me?" Dale asked, confused.
"No, Josh you twat!" he snapped aggressively but quickly looked apologetic. "Sorry, I mean... I got Josh. I caught him, I made him mine and it was amazing and then you come along and it's like 'Thanks Benny, see ya around!' and you two were together."
"I..." Dale started, but wasn't sure what to say.
"I know I deserve it, it just doesn't feel fair," Benny said with another shrug.
Dale moved even closer, draping his arm around the boy's shoulders. "You deserve it? Why would you say that?"
Benny looked round again and raised his eyebrows. "What I did to Josh for starters. Then there's the blackmail, extortion, ignoring my parents, not being there when my Dad died..."
"Benny," Dale said, shaking his head as he squeezed the boy gently. "Sure, you've fucked up a lot but who hasn't. This thing with Kian, do you like him?"
Benny nodded.
"So do you think maybe you were actually looking for a way to sabotage it. You managed to convince yourself you deserve to be miserable, so you saw one little thing that you could use as an excuse to make it happen," Dale suggested.
"Wow," Benny said with a slight chuckle. "I'm pretty fucked up, aren't I?"
"Yeah, so get the fuck over it and go get him before it's too late!" Dale ordered.
"Okay," Benny said, happily jumping to his feet. He stopped and looked back at Dale. "Wait, what about Josh?"
Dale smirked. "Don't worry. I'll sort things with him. Go get your man! Tell him how you feel or it might never happen!"
Benny grinned. "Okay, thanks Dale."
Quentin took a deep breath as he flopped down onto the bench beside the door. "Phew, I gotta admit, I was pretty sceptical about this whole party, but so far it's been pretty fun!"
Taro smiled. "Yeah, it has," he said giddily. Although he was speaking to Quentin, his eyes were fixed on Wesley. The two had been together for a while now but remained stubbornly in the 'all over each other, can't get enough' stage of a new relationship.
"Ah, young love!" Quentin chuckled.
"Geez, the way you talk sometimes you'd think you were in your sixties. You're not even that much older than Wes!" Taro said, nudging the older man's arm.
"I'm twelve years older than him. Twelve GAY years, that's like fifty normal years!" Quentin said with a grin. "To you young little twinkies, I'm positively ancient."
"Idiot," Taro smirked, nudging Quentin again, but resting against him.
The two Boys had been assisting Wesley with his demonstrations for most of the evening so by now they were both beginning to get a little sore. When Adrian had walked in with Slave 1 and Slave 2, asking to see some of Wesley's tools used on them it meant they both got a well-earned break.
Wesley had the guest's two subs locked in stocks and was taking it in turns whipping their asses with a range of floggers, explaining to Adrian the best ways to use them while getting the two slaves to explain how they felt.
"Get in there, you little cunt!" a voice called from the hallway.
Seconds later, a young Japanese boy staggered in, tripped and fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Simultaneously, Taro's entire body tensed.
"Taro?" Quentin asked, noticing the reaction in his younger housemate.
"No... no... it can't be..." Taro mumbled, visibly shaking. He had recognised the voice from the hallway.
A tall, handsome gentleman walked in a few seconds later and gave the prone boy a gentle kick. "On your feet!"
Taro slid off the bench and ran out of the door before the man could turn to see him. Wesley saw his boyfriend dash out of the room and wanted to follow, but couldn't leave his post half way through a demonstration. Quentin gestured that he was going to follow and Wesley gave a nod.
"Hi, I'm Wesley, welcome," Wesley said to the new arrival.
The man flashed a smile at Wesley as he purveyed the room, looking at Adrian, his subs and the small group of other guests gathered for the show. "Hi, I'm Walter." the forty-year-old said politely. The smile dropped from his face as he looked at the scrawny teen on the ground in front of him. "Fuck's sake, I said get up!" he said sharply. He grabbed the teen's arm and yanked him up onto his feet.
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir!" the boy said meekly.
Wesley looked at the Japanese teen. Written on his chest was the name Yusei and underneath it his nickname 'Fagboy'. He returned to his demonstration, thoughts of Taro still playing on his mind.
The Dorm rooms were off limits to the guests, so Quentin figured that was most likely where Taro had run off to. His assumption was correct, immediately finding him in Dorm Two. The twenty-year-old was sat on his bed, huddled into the corner of the wall, knees pulled up to his chest, rocking gently.
"Taro, what's wrong?" Quentin asked, sitting cautiously beside him and reaching out a hand.
As soon as the hand touched Taro, he jumped and yelled out, "Don't touch me!" He buried his face in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Taro, please talk to me," Quentin pleaded, but he remained unresponsive. He climbed off the bed and said gently, "It's okay, Taro, I'll be right back." He dashed out of the room and peered into the Play Room occupied by Wesley. He cleared his throat.
"Everything okay?" Wesley asked, seeing Quentin staring at him nervously.
"I think Taro needs you," Quentin said softly.
"Oh, erm... excuse me gents, duty calls. Feel free to try out the equipment until I return," Wesley said with a polite smile before running out after Quentin. "What's wrong?" he asked as soon as they were out.
"I'm not sure," Quentin replied, "But something has really shaken Taro. I thought he might talk to you." He opened the door to the dorm, let Wesley pass and then closed it, leaving the couple alone.
"Taro," Wesley said barely louder than a whisper as he approached his sobbing lover. He knelt on the bed and repeated the young man's name again as he reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Taro screamed and pushed Wesley away sharply.
The concerned General fell back off the bed and onto the floor with a heavy thud. "Fuck, Taro, it's me, I'm not gonna hurt you!" he said reassuringly as he climbed back onto his feet.
"I've gotta go," Taro said, tears stopping instantly as he looked round the room in a blind panic. He leapt from the bed, opened the wardrobe and started pulling out the first clothes he could lay his hands on.
"Taro, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" Wesley asked, edging closer but not attempting to touch him again.
"I have to get out," Taro kept mumbling under his breath as he hastily dressed. As soon as the clothes were on, he ran for the door but Wesley was there first, holding it closed. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Taro yelled at him.
Wesley stood firm, easily able to stop his lover from exiting. "Fuck's sake, just tell me what's wrong. I can help!"
"No, you can't. Nobody can. He found me. He always finds me!" Taro said, his eyes haunted, his skin pale.
"Who does?" Wesley asked. He thought back to the two who had entered the Play Room right before all of this kicked off. "That sub? The Japanese kid. You know him?"
Taro shook his head and yanked the door hard, catching Wesley by surprise and pulling it open. With the way clear, he dashed out, past a concerned-looking Quentin and headed for the stairs. Wesley took off after him.
"Hey, COME BACK!" Wesley yelled, running up the stairs after him.
The two burst from the stairway into the back of the atrium, the commotion drawing a lot of attention from the gathered masses. Wesley caught up to Taro and grabbed him.
"Get off of me. Get off!" Taro demanded as he squirmed to get free.
People were now starting to gather round, wondering whether this was some kind of show put on by Benny or if there was some actual drama going down.
"Taro, just calm down and talk to me," Wesley demanded, still holding his boyfriend but beginning to worry his grip might be hurting him.
Taro shook his head determinedly. "No, I have to go before he sees me!" he insisted.
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE?" a voice boomed from the crowd. The room fell silent and the crowd parted as Benny stepped through.
The onlookers were still unsure whether or not this was real. There was a good chance Benny had arranged it, some show of force designed to demonstrate to his guests that, despite his appearance, he was most definitely the man in charge. However, the obvious look of terror on Taro's face suggested it was all too real.
"Wesley, let go of him," Benny snapped sharply, furious at the disruption the two were causing. Wesley immediately complied and, had it not been for Benny's presence, Taro would have darted straight for the door. "Taro, what's the problem?"
Taro was shaking now, barely holding it together. "I have to get out. He's here. Don't let him take me!" he begged, barely holding back more tears.
"Who?" Benny asked, frowning.
"Taro, is that you?" a voice called out from the stairway to the cellar.
Now totally engrossed in the drama, the crowd turned as one to see who had spoken. It was Walter, one of the visiting doms.
Taro whimpered. He glanced at Wesley, but ultimately ended up cowering behind Benny.
"You... know each other?" Benny asked, feeling Taro's hands tightly gripping his arms as he stood behind him.
"He used to be one of my subs," Walter said, approaching the centre of the gathering.
Benny felt a knot in his stomach. Judging by the look on Wesley's face, he had just came to the same realisation. Taro had talked a few times about his history as a sub before coming to the house, but one part he always struggled with was talking about a particularly nasty Master who had abused him. Wanting to avoid whatever reaction Wesley was about to have, Benny acted quickly. "Roger," he called out, quickly catching sight of his large second-in-command coming up the stairs. "Could you escort Walter to my private lounge please. Wesley, you and I will take Taro back downstairs for a quick chat. Everyone else... apologies for the interruption, the night is still young so please continue to enjoy."
Roger politely, but with obvious intent, began guiding Walter through the crowd towards the door to Benny's private lounge which currently bore a 'No Entry' sign, Yusei, his sub, following closely behind. Meanwhile, Benny followed Taro and Wesley back down towards the dorms.
"I'm sorry," Taro said weakly as the three of them entered Dorm Two. "I didn't mean to disrupt your party."
"Hey," Benny said with a sweet smile. "Don't worry about it. I would have hoped by now that you'd know that for me, the well-being of my Boys comes before anything else. So if something's wrong with you, that's my priority, not some stupid party. Got it?"
Taro nodded as Wesley gave the young Master a thankful smile and nod.
"So is Walter who I think he is?" Benny asked.
Taro nodded, gripping Wesley's hand tightly.
"Fuck, I'm gonna kill the cunt!" Wesley said, more aggressive than Benny had ever seen him. Thankfully, as he tried to head back to the door, Taro kept hold of his hand, keeping him by his side.
"No, please just... don't," Taro pleaded. "Benny... Sir... erm... could you just... make him leave?"
Benny nodded and headed back upstairs immediately. By now, Roger had come back out of the private lounge and was doing his best to get people back to enjoying the party. As he saw Benny reappear, he gave the teen a questioning look, then gestured to himself and to the lounge.
Benny immediately realised Roger was asking if he wanted him to come back in with him, but the Master shook his head. He could do this alone.
"Is Taro okay?" Walter asked as soon as Benny entered.
"That's not really your concern," Benny said back coldly, not bothering to close the door behind him.
"So he... told you about our history?" Walter asked gingerly.
"It came up," Benny replied. He could feel anger bubbling up inside him. He had struggled so many times with his own violent tendencies, he had hurt people, done things he was ashamed of but he liked to think he had a handle on it. Now, looking at this man, this dom who had hurt someone he cared about, this walking example of what Benny could become if he gave in to his darker urges, it infuriated the young man.
It was mildly ironic really. Seeing an abusive master infuriated Benny and sent chills through him at the prospect of becoming like him, but it was that same fury that threatened to turn him, to make him no better than Walter. "I think you should leave," Benny said through gritted teeth, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails wee beginning to dig into his palms.
"I... if I could just talk to him," Walter said, actually looking slightly remorseful.
Benny took a step forward, but forced himself to stop there. "You're never getting near him again!" he snarled.
Walter nodded. "I understand," he said softly. "But could you do me a favour? Could you tell him I'm sorry. The things I did to him were... they were so far beyond unacceptable and I'm genuinely sorry for the harm I caused him. Please, just tell him that."
Benny froze, the white-hot ball of fury in his belly turning instantly to ice. Was that true sorrow in Walter's eyes? Had he done bad things and now repented, just as Benny had himself? If Benny could change, then maybe Walter could too. "Okay, but you need to go." Benny said with a quiet sigh.
As the teen stepped aside, Walter, followed by the ever-silent Yusei headed out into the atrium, ignoring the curious stares of the other guests and left the house.
Benny leant on the wall for a moment, his head tipped back against it, eyes closed. This was not the way he had wanted the evening to go. He gathered himself for a moment, then headed back out into the atrium, putting on a cheerful face for his visitors. Making his way towards the stairs, he made small talk with the people he passed. Thankfully, conversation was rapidly moving away from what had just happened and back onto the evening of fun activities Benny had arranged.
Through the crowd, Benny noticed a flash of orange. Kian was still going about his duties. Benny hadn't had a chance to speak to him yet. He wanted to do it now. Ever since Dale had set him straight on his his over-reaction, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the Boy. For now though, Taro was his main concern so he headed to the cellar to let him know Walter was gone.
The night was getting on and one of the night's biggest activities was well underway. A series of sexual sporting events had been arranged, with the house being split into two teams, Home and Visitors. With fifteen subs from the house (including the three Generals who Benny had insisted take part to prove that, despite their seniority, were still very much his subs) the Visitors had selected fifteen of their subs to take them on.
Currently they were in the middle of the 'Dildo Relay'. Two large dildos had been modified to have massively weighted bases and then heavily lubricated. A sub from each team had to lower themselves onto the plug, grip it with nothing but their hole and then carry it across the room. Once it was across, they had to tag a teammate who would then take it back. The winning team would be the first to finish four lengths.
The Home team had got off to a flying start. Shane had been selected to go first and though he had taken a little longer to actually sit all the way down onto the large toy, once he had gripped it, it stayed out. The Visitors' first competitor, Slave Two belonging to Adrian, had sat on it quickly and tried to move quickly, but his rapid movement paired with the heavy weight pulled it almost immediately from his ass, the toy landing with a heavy thud. He picked it up a second time but again dropped it quickly, his ass now extra-lubricated from sitting on it twice. By the time he picked it up again, Shane had already tagged the Home Team's second sub.
The crowd was certainly enjoying the show, based on both the noise and the number of obvious erections, both on the naked subs and clothed doms.
"Enjoyed that, did you?" Benny asked Shane quietly, pointing down at his throbbing erection.
Shane, already red from the exertion, blushed an ever darker shade. "Yeah, but..." Shane said, pausing to make a sympathetic noise as Rav dropped the dildo, "Well, it wasn't... the dildo that I enjoyed." The words seemed to catch in his throat. It was clear he was confessing something he was reluctant to admit.
Benny immediately picked up on the reluctance and grinned. "Oh yes, what's got ya so hard then?"
Shane continued reddening. "Actually it was..." he looked around nervously, "All of this," he said, gesturing to the cheering spectators.
"The crowd?" Benny asked, frowning for a moment before his eyes widened with realisation. "Ohhhh... so you like to be seen?"
"No... well, yeah... but... ugh," Shane growled, now beginning to get annoyed at himself.
Benny reached out and stroked the muscular man's arm, eliciting a gentle mew of contentment that seemed to catch them both by surprise. Benny smirked at it while Shane seemed to be finding whole new levels of embarrassment. His cock twitched, a drop of precum oozing from the tip.
"It's not from being seen, is it?" Benny asked with a grin, "It's the embarrassment of being seen, right?"
Shane looked like he was going to burst into tears, like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Reluctantly he nodded. "What's wrong with me?" he asked barely louder than a whisper, the question almost getting lost amongst the ongoing cheering as the reace drew closer to a finish.
"Nothing," Benny said with a smile, stroking his arm again. "You're absolutely perfect!" He leaned down and gave his sub a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you Sir," Shane said happily, his cock twitching once again, enjoying the temporary freedom of being uncaged for the night.
"And the Home team wins!" Wesley announced excitedly as Josh crossed the finish line shortly ahead of the Visitors.
Benny gave Shane a quick wink then pushed through the crowd to congratulate the winner. "Well done, Boy!" he said loudly, pulling Josh into a tight hug. "Did Dale talk to you?" he whispered in Josh's ear.
"Yeah, we're good. But let's talk later," Josh said back quietly before they parted.
"Okay, onto the next event. Now, do we have any fans of pain here tonight?" Benny called out to the horny crowd, getting a cheer in response.
It was nearly 4 am before the last of the guests left, Benny happily waving them off before heading back into the house. The feedback from the departing visitors had been universally positive, the party had been an absolute success. Benny had met so many new doms and subs, his phone now filled with numbers of new friends and acquaintances.
Despite the late hour and how much the evening had taken out of them all, the atmosphere in the house was buzzing as he went back inside. The clean-up effort was already well under way. It had been decided that they would tidy up before going to bed so that they weren't stuck with the chore in the morning.
Benny found various subs and Generals darting back and forth across the atrium, carrying bags of trash, glasses and various pieces of equipment. Between the fifteen of them, they would be done in no time. Once again he caught a glimpse of blonde/ginger hair that made his heart flutter. "Kian," he muttered involuntarily.
Benny cleared his throat and called out, "Kian, could I... see you for a minute?"
The eternally nervous-looking seventeen-year-old froze dead in his tracks, eyes widening. "I... I just... I've got this... stuff," he stammered, holding up a black sack of rubbish.
"Leave it there, one of the others will get it," Benny instructed.
"Yeah, I've got it," Josh called out, walking along to take the bag from him.
Benny saw Josh whisper something to the boy then gently stroke his back. Josh and Benny had found the time to chat earlier in the night and cleared the air. Josh had explained that there was nothing but friendship between the two of them. Josh hadn't divulged the exact reason they had been in bed together, he had felt it was something for Kian to speak to Benny about himself.
Kian stared for a moment before walking slowly across the atrium to where Benny stood waiting.
The Boy's slow walk was like torture for Benny. Seeing the naked teen approaching, his pale, flawless skin taut over his slender frame, the slight hint of muscle standing out with every movement. The light dusting of ginger hair on his legs, fading into the patch over his uncaged cock. His heart skipped a beat as he realised the Boy's tool was swelling as he approached. With every step, it swelled just a little more. By the time he got to just a few feet away, he was sporting a full erection, foreskin retracted, head swollen and begging for attention. Benny's own tool was in a similar state inside his trousers.
"Y... yes Sir?" Kian asked nervously.
Benny just stared for several more seconds, dumbfounded by the Boy's sheer beauty. He forced himself to speak, knowing his silence would just be torturing the terrified teen even more. "Come in," he said, his voice quivering.
Moments later, they were in Benny's lounge, facing each other again, both in nervous, awkward silence. This time it was Kian that broke it. "Please don't send me away!" he blurted out.
"What?" Benny asked, frowning.
"I don't know what I did to upset you, but I know you're angry with me for some reason and I'm so sorry for whatever it is. I didn't mean it. I didn't want to upset you. I like you a lot... as a master and... and as a person and.... and in other ways too and I'm sorry and I don't want to leave. Please, please don't make me!" Kian rambled, almost hyperventilating.
It was like an emotional gut-punch. Benny could have thrown up right where he stood. He had completely misread a situation and been so caught up wallowing in his own self-pity that he hadn't even thought for a moment about how it was affecting Kian and Josh. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he squeaked.
Kian went from looking scared and anxious to completely flabbergasted. "What... why..."
"I... erm... I..." Benny was stuck. He couldn't find the words. He wanted to explain it all, to let the Boy know that he had done nothing wrong, that he wasn't annoyed with him, that it was all just some fucked up misunderstanding. He took a few deep breaths, trying to compose himself.
"S... Sir?" Kian enquired when the silence became too much.
"No. Benny. Right now I'm just Benny, not a dom, not your master. Just another... regular guy. Okay?" Benny said, hoping things would be easier if they spoke as equals, their positions in the house not affecting any of it.
"Okay," Kian agreed, but still looked confused.
Benny gulped. "I... have treated you really badly lately and that's not because of you, it was because of me, something... in my own head that I got completely mixed up."
"Me and Josh?" Kian interrupted.
Benny was just beginning to regain his composure when the question threw him off once again. "He... told you?"
"He just said you... saw us together and thought we were... well, together!" Kian explained. Benny was just about to respond when he added, "We're not. Well, when you saw us we were, but not together together, just in the same bed together. I was scared and he was just looking after me."
Benny nodded. "Yeah, he told me it's not like that and... wait, you were scared?"
Kian nodded. He looked to the sofa and asked, "Can we sit down?"
Benny looked round and realised they had just been stood facing each other since they came in. "Oh, yeah, sure," he said, taking his usual seat. Kian nervously sat down beside him. "So why were you scared?"
"Cos I'm always scared!" Kian said, sounding angry. "I hate it, but it's always there. I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of being in this house, but I'm scared of leaving it. I'm scared of being around you but then I get scared when I'm not. I'm scared of doing all the stuff we do here but I'm scared that if I don't I'll feel, I dunno, unfulfilled or something. It's everything and it's all the time and I hate it!"
Benny just stared, slightly open-mouthed. It sounded awful, to feel like that, to be so conflicted. He felt so bad for Kian that he could have cried but he held it together out of sheer will. "Look, Kian, I'm gonna put something out there now and I don't want you to feel like you're obligated to... to do or say anything. I just have to say this."
Benny took a deep breath. "Kian, I... I've been through some shit when it comes to guys. It's been like one disappointment after another and it's... kinda messed me up when it comes to this stuff, but I'm doing my best." Benny explained. What could he say? How could he say it? Suddenly, it was like the fog cleared from his mind and the words were obvious. "I love you!"
Kian's eyes widened so much they looked like they might actually pop out of his head. "What?" he asked in shock.
Benny grinned. He had said it and it felt great. "I love you!" he said again. "You came to my house, you came into my life and I fell for you, hard, but because I've let myself get so messed up over the last year, I nearly fucked it all up, but I'm not gonna do that now. I love you Kian. Honestly I think I have since the moment we met. You're so beautiful you make my heart ache, you're so sweet and hearing you talk about how scared you are just makes me want to hold you in my arms and just never let go."
Kian stared for a few more moments, then smiled sweetly and said, "Do it!"
"Do... what?" Benny asked, slightly confused.
"Hold me and don't let go," Kian said shakily. "You scare me, Benny. You probably scare me more than anything or anyone in this house, but it's like... like a thrill ride with you. I know I'm going to be afraid and I'm nervous when I think about it but it's exciting too and I know in the end I'll enjoy it and just keep wanting more. I think... erm... no, I know... I love you too."
The two teens stared at each other, both pale and shaking, completely at the mercy of their own feelings.
"If you don't hold me soon, I WILL cry!" Kian said firmly.
Benny lunged at him pulling the naked Boy into a tight hug, Kian's arms immediately wrapping around him in response. The embrace lasted for several minutes, both teens gradually calming down.
Benny eventually pulled away, holding Kian by both arms, staring him dead in the eye. "You're mine," he said in a low growl. "You understand that? You're mine and only mine. From now on, nobody touches you but me!" he said it forcefully, more-so than he had intended. He let his expression and tone soften significantly before adding, "If you're okay with that?"
"More than okay. I'm yours!" Kian said, smiling for the first time that evening.
Benny raised a hand to Kian's cheek, let it slide back and up into his silky, ginger locks before sliding back down to his nape. Shaking just as much as Kian, he pulled the boy towards him, their lips meeting as the world fell away around them.