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Benny's House
Chapter 30 – Release
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Thursday 3rd September 2015
I love him! I love Kian. He thinks I can't see him reading over my shoulder, but I can and I don't care. I love him so much I can't even put it into words. Today was the first day back at school and it nearly killed me being away from him for eight hours, but he was waiting at the gates to meet me! How sweet is that? Thankfully, if I get the news I'm hoping for later, I'll have a nice surprise for him (and me!)
In other news, Shane seems to think I've forgotten that little conversation we had during the sex games at the party as I've not done anything about it or mentioned anything since. That changes tonight though. I wish I could be part of it but I promised I'd spend my evening with Kian so I'll have to leave it in Wesley's very capable hands.
I've been chatting to most of the doms who came to my party. They really did seem to enjoy it and most of them are keen to visit again, especially if I have another event like that. Maybe I should consider making it a monthly thing. Who knows, my house could become the centre of all things kinky round here. Gotta admit, domming makes me hot but the thought of being king of the doms, that makes me rock fucking hard!
As soon as Quentin stepped through the door, Benny was heading towards him. The thirty-six-year-old teacher was still undressing as Benny began to question him.
"So did you speak to him? What did he say? Can we do it? Please, please tell me he said yes!" Benny said excitedly, reminding Quentin of an excitable dog.
"Geez, at least let me get settled in. We've got a lot to talk about," Quentin said with a snigger.
Even Roger, who normally stood as the stony-faced sentinel of the doorway cracked a smile at Benny's enthusiasm.
"Yeah yeah yeah, we can talk later, for now I just need a yes or a no so I can tell him!" Benny demanded impatiently, hopping from one foot to the other, ready to dash off as soon as he had his answer.
Quentin sighed, exchanging a bemused look with Roger before he smiled at his young Master and said, "It was a yes!"
"Oh shit. Seriously? You're not just messing with me, are you?" Benny asked, staring wide-eyed.
Quentin simply nodded. That was all he needed. Benny was off like a shot towards the kitchen. Robert and Philip were in there cooking dinner, with Kian running round assisting them wherever he could, watching closely as they talked him through what they were doing so he could learn it.
"Kian, got a sec?" Benny asked from the doorway, a broad grin spread across his face.
"Yes Sir," Kian said dutifully. Despite their relationship, the Boy still had to address Benny appropriately. They had developed a system much like Benny and Roger. When alone, they could essentially turn the dom/sub relationship off and just be themselves, the rest of the time though, Benny was still the Master.
They headed for the breakfast bar and took a seat on opposite sides of it while the other two Boys continued working on dinner.
"I've got a surprise for you. I think... I think it's what you want, but... well, we'll see," Benny started nervously. The idea had only occurred to him a few days earlier so it had been a rush to arrange anything, but things now seemed to be progressing well and it was time to tell Kian.
"What is it?" Kian asked, looking his usual nervous self.
Benny smiled again. "Well I remember when you first joined us, you told me about how you got outed at school and bullied so much you left," Benny started. He felt a knot in his stomach as he saw the sadness in the Boy's eyes at the mention of it. "Well you've talked about things you want to do with your life, but all of those things seemed to require one important thing... education!"
"Yeah, I guess I screwed that up," Kian said sadly with a sigh, his eyes dropping to the counter where his hands rested just a foot away from Benny's.
Benny reached out and placed his hands on his lover's, prompting him to look up and make eye contact again. "Well we may be able to fix it. I've had Quentin talking to my headmaster at school. He explained your... situation and how you never got a chance to start working on your A-Levels and he's agreed to let you enrol at the school and pick up where you left off!"
"But... but I'm seventeen now," Kian stuttered, completely shocked.
"Yeah, you'll be a year older than the rest of your class, but they're just starting their A-Levels too so you'll fit right in," Benny explained.
Kian stared for several seconds, trying to take it all in. "Is this... is this for real?"
"Yeah," Benny replied nervously, unsure whether Kian was upset or happy, both tended to look the same on him.
Suddenly a grin spread across Kian's face and tears welled in his eyes. He jumped from his seat, stepped round the breakfast bar and threw himself onto Benny. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" he said, voice muffled with his face buried in Benny's neck.
Benny squeezed his boyfriend happily and whispered back, "You're very welcome. It gets better though!"
"What?" Kian asked, pulling back slightly but still holding him.
Benny was almost laughing with joy now. "Well you're going into Year 12 and I've just started Year 12, so..."
Kian's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Are we..."
"Yeah," Benny yelped excitedly, "We're gonna be in the same class! And that's not even the best part!"
Kian already looked overjoyed, he could barely imagine anything that could be better. His eyes bulged as he felt Benny's hand grab his caged cock, realising what it meant.
Benny's grin took on a wicked twist. "That's right. You know the rule, once an apprentice goes into full time work or education, they are considered a proper sub of the house and can be unlocked."
"Oh Shit," Kian gasped, his cock swelling in the confinement.
"I am gonna make you cum harder than you ever thought possible!" Benny growled in his ear.
"Okay, how many viewers we up to?" Wesley asked excitedly.
"Just hit 300!" Malik replied gleefully, deliberately loud enough for Shane to hear.
The two Generals had followed Benny's instructions and started to help the new Boy explore his growing attraction to exposure and humiliation. They had started simply, just broadcasting Shane on a webcam site for strangers to watch. The muscular twenty-year-old was quickly gaining followers and he wasn't even naked yet.
For someone so well-built and all-round attractive, Shane was surprisingly body-conscious and shy when it came to taking his clothes off. Just removing his top had resulted in profuse blushing that had yet to subside. When he had been directed to give the viewers close-ups of any body parts they requested, he had turned an even deeper red. The poses he now had to perform were only serving to embarrass him further.
"Can I stop yet?" Shane asked timidly.
"Oh Shaney," Wesley said with a grin, his gaze dropping momentarily to Shane's bulge. "With how much you're enjoying it, we're gonna keep going all night. Besides, you're not even naked yet!"
"They're gonna see me naked?" Shane asked, barely louder than a whisper.
"Oh they're gonna see everything!" Malik replied with a snigger.
"All three hundred of them!" Wesley added.
"Nuh-uh," Malik interjected. "Three hundred and fifty now!"
"Okay, lose the trousers!" Wesley said happily before Shane could react.
Shane whined sadly. "Please, I don't... I don't want to..."
Wesley and Malik looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged.
"That's not the safe word," Malik said with a grin.
"So get 'em off!" Wesley prompted.
Shane sighed. They were right, it wasn't the safe word. He knew what it was and that he could use it any time, so why wasn't he? The thought of being seen naked by so many people made him feel like he could cry at any moment but his cock remained inexplicably solid. Taking a deep breath, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He was used to being naked in the house, so it had actually felt strange to be wearing clothes to begin with, but somehow this felt worse. The fifteen other guys in the house saw him naked on a daily basis and all the guests at the party had seen him too, but even those numbers paled in comparison to those watching him as he stood in his straining boxers.
"Let's run through the poses again!" Wesley directed as soon as Shane was down to his underwear.
"Fuck," Malik muttered to his friend. "Look at the wet patch!"
The two Generals looked at Shane's bulge. The tip of it had an already-large wet patch showing through the light grey material that seemed to be growing by the second.
"Damn, he's loving it, isn't he!" Wesley said, then looked at Shane's face.
The near-naked twenty-year-old was on the verge of tears, his jaw literally trembling. He sighed and reached for the keyboard. [Sorry guys] he typed, [That's all for tonight, see you another time.]
"What are you doing?" Malik asked as Wesley ended the feed.
"Okay Shane, show's over. The camera's off," Wesley called across to him.
Shane's head drooped, shoulders shaking as he started to cry silently.
Malik looked back and forth between his friend and the Boy. "This one's all yours!" he said before heading out into the hallway, door closing behind him.
"Shane," Wesley said softly as he approached.
The Boy simply shook his head, not even looking up.
"Are you okay?" Wesley asked, placing a hand on the Boy's bare muscular shoulder.
Shane shook his head again, then leaned into Wesley, head resting against the taller man's chest. Their arms wrapped around each other.
"Why are you crying?" Wesley asked quietly.
"I..." Shane started, then stopped to sniff before continuing, "I don't even know," he said weakly.
"But you... enjoy this stuff," Wesley said, confused. He pressed his hip against Shane's still-solid cock. "A lot!" he added.
"I don't!" Shane insisted angrily, shoving Wesley away.
"Oh really?" Wesley asked, giving a bemused grin. "Okay then," he said, moving round behind the Boy. "Let's imagine how it might have gone if I hadn't stopped it. The numbers kept growing. At five hundred, I'd have ordered you to drop the boxers!"
"No," Shane whimpered, knowing where this was going.
"Do it!" Wesley said firmly.
Still sniffing back tears, Shane shucked his underwear, his erection bobbing free, a small bead of precum forming on the tip.
Wesley peered round from behind, grinned at the erection and then flashed Shane a cheeky smile. "Still say you don't enjoy it?"
"Yes!" Shane snapped, less firmly than his previous protestation.
Wesley shrugged and stood behind Shane again, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "So now the numbers would start flying up, everyone loves a naked, sexy guy like you. Six hundred, seven hundred, I make you start stroking!"
Shane sighed, but raised his hand to grasp his straining tool, letting out an audible groan as his fingers closed around it and began stroking.
"All those people watching you!" Wesley whispered, "More by the minute. Eight hundred. Stroking faster!"
Shane complied, his breath getting shaky as he pumped away at his slick cock.
"Nine hundred, all watching you, seeing every inch of your naked, sexy body," Wesley went on.
"Oh God, oh God," Shane kept muttering as he stroked faster with Wesley's words.
"It hits a thousand viewers, that's when I tell you to..." Wesley didn't get to finish the sentence.
Shane's cock erupted, sending thick jets of spunk flying across the room one after the other. The orgasm was so intense his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, still stroking, still shooting. His breaths caught in his throat as the tears threatened to return.
"You enjoyed that!" Wesley said, kneeling behind him, wrapping his arms around the panting sub as the orgasm subsided.
"Yeah," he whimpered in response, sniffing.
"But you don't want to?"
Shane just shook his head.
"Why not?" Wesley asked, gently nuzzling into Shane's neck.
"I don't wanna be a freak. I don't even wanna be gay!" Shane said before breaking down into tears properly.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Kian moaned with pure delight. "Oh God, please, please let me cum!" he begged. He wanted to reach down and finish himself off. He could, he wasn't restrained, it was only Benny's words holding him back.
After so long in chastity with the regular edgings and just being in such a sexual environment, he had been ready to cum before they even started. Now though, after what felt like a lifetime of teasing at his lover's hands, mouth and cock he was ready to burst. Benny had stroked him, sucked him, fucked him, blown three loads of his own and fed them to Kian but the seventeen-year-old had still been deprived the relief of an orgasm.
"Not yet," was all Benny would mutter in response as he moved from one torture to the next.
The two naked teens were drenched with sweat, the musk of sex heavy in the air, only serving to arouse them both even more. Benny was revelling in every second. He had obsessed over Kian, got him lost him (in theory) and then got him back again and now, finally, had everything going his way. He was happy. Truly, completely happy and if his short life had taught him anything so far, it was that happiness was fleeting, so while he had it, he was going to milk every second of joy out of it that he could.
He knew he couldn't keep this up much longer though. As good as he had gotten at edging and as obedient as Kian seemed to be, they were heading for the point where the Boy would simply blow without even being touched and he couldn't have that. This would likely be one of the most powerful orgasm's of Kian's life and he wanted to make sure it was memorable.
Using the whimpering teen's own precum to lube his hole, Benny positioned himself over Kian's cock and slowly slid down onto it. The entry alone was almost enough to set him off.
"Oh God, Benny.... ahhhh.... ohhh... oh God," Kian mumbled, his Irish accent making it even more adorable to the sixteen-year-old sat atop him.
Benny reached down, grabbing both of Kian's shoulders and pulling him up into a sitting position. He draped his arms around him and stared deep into his beautiful blue eyes. He froze for a few seconds, staggered equally by Kian's beauty and the depth of his own feelings for him.
"I love you Kian," Benny said, resting his forehead against his lover's.
"I love you too," Kian said back breathlessly.
Their lips met, just as Benny started pushing himself up slightly. That was all it took. Kian attempted to carry on kissing Benny as the orgasm began, but it was just too intense. "HOLY SHIT!" Kian yelled out as his cock was finally granted its release. Spurt after spurt shot deep inside his master and lover, the feeling of the younger teen's arms around him, his breath on his neck, the loving gaze all heightening the feelings even more.
Just as the ejaculation began to subside, Benny began eagerly bouncing up and down on Kian's persistently hard dick.
"No, no, no no no no!" Kian protested at first before he realised what was about to happen. His arousal had been so intense, his abstinence so prolonged that he was already on the edge of another orgasm. "Oh, oh Benny, don't stop!" he gasped, burying his face into the Master's smooth, sweaty chest.
"Ah yes!" Benny said as he felt Kian shoot a second load inside him, the first beginning to ooze out with his movements.
Breathless, exhausted and completely content, the two teens collapsed onto the bed, face-to-face, staring at each other lovingly. As they pulled slightly apart, they felt the stickiness on their stomachs from yet another orgasm of Benny's.
"I think that one..." Benny said between breaths, "Was when you had your second!"
Kian closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "Oh fuck, that was... oh my God!"
Benny chuckled, then raised a hand to caress his boyfriend's flushed cheek. He was so pale that the redness seemed almost luminescent, his freckles almost disappearing into it. "I agree," he said softly, "That was... wow!" He reached out for his phone and sent off a quick text to get one of the other Boys to come and change his bedding. Tossing the phone aside he looked at Kian again, grinning unintentionally. "Come on, we need a shower!"
The lounge was surprisingly full that evening. Most nights, a few of the house's occupants would hang out there after the daily chores/activities were completed, but most would retire to their dorms, usually too worn out to do much else. Tonight though, the atmosphere was lively.
As Benny walked in, his arm around Kian, it struck him how many other couples there actually were in the house now. Zane was sat obediently near Roger, the closest the two ever really got to be being visibly couple-y. Philip and Charlie were sat together on one of the sofas, directly opposite Wesley and Taro. Dale had stopped in to spend part of the evening with Josh. That was more than half the occupants of the house, coupled up.
Considering Benny had actually deliberated on banning in-house relationships not that long ago, the sight he now beheld made him glad he had not gone that way. There was so much happiness in the house it made his heart sing.
Only Quentin and Robert were absent, everyone else was there. Benny paused as he laid eyes on Shane, frowned for a moment then continued in, Kian in tow.
"You two had fun?" Wesley asked with a cheeky grin.
Benny might have made a show of punishing Wesley's cheek if a broad grin hadn't spread across his face at the thought of his time with Kian.
"Aww, young love, ain't it sweet!" Wesley added.
"Shut up and move, I wanna sit there," Benny snapped, still grinning.
Rather than moving himself, Wesley pulled Taro from his seat and pushed him over towards the sofa on the other side of the coffee table with Philip and Charlie. "Sorry hun, master's orders," he said with a cheeky wink to his lover.
Benny shook his head, sniggering slightly as he sat beside Wesley, Kian sitting on the opposite side.
The three on the opposite sofa immediately started talking, attempting to engage Kian as much as possible. The new Boy was still incredibly shy when it came to other occupants of the house and they were all working diligently to bring him out of himself.
"Hey," Benny said quietly to Wesley, leaning back and gesturing for his General to come closer. "Everything okay with Shane?" he whispered.
The smile dropped from Wesley's face instantly. "No, how did you know?"
Benny shrugged. "Just a feeling when I saw him. He doesn't look... quite right."
"He's having a few issues. I was actually gonna ask you if Victor is still available, I kinda get the feeling it's stuff a professional should be talking about," Wesley replied, glancing round at the recent addition to the household.
After Shane's comments earlier, Wesley had been slightly at a loss for what to say. He had gone into greater detail about what was upsetting him. He was not out, nobody in his life outside of the house knew he had any kind of attraction to men or that he was into any kind of kink. From what he said, his family and closest friends, most of whom he avoided now, were not the most open-minded or accepting bunch, a mindset Shane himself had been raised with and was now struggling to reconcile with his own feelings.
"Yeah, I'll drop him a message, see if he can pop by some time for a chat," Benny said, reaching for the phone on the coffee table. He tapped a few buttons then frowned. "Why won't this unlock?" he asked in frustration.
Kian sniggered, grabbing at Benny's leg. "Probably cos your phone's still in your pocket!" he said, getting a laugh from the rest as Benny realised he was holding the wrong one.
"Stupid iphones all looking the same," Benny mumbled. "Whose is this then?"
"That's mine!" Taro said, holding out his hands for Benny to throw it across.
"Good timing, you just got a message," Benny said before throwing the phone. "Now where was I?" Benny said quietly to himself as he pulled out his phone and started writing out a message to Victor.
Conversation continued around Benny as he finished typing and slipped his phone back into his pocket, using it as an excuse to caress Kian's thigh at the same time.
"I'm going to bed," Taro said abruptly, standing up. He gave the others a quick nod and dashed out of the room.
"Not even a goodnight kiss?" Benny asked, frowning at Wesley. "He okay?"
Wesley shrugged. "Yeah, probably. He's a bit... up and down at times."
Benny shook his head. "You know, I really should consider naming this place 'Benny's House for Broken Boys' with all the problems they seem to have!"
"Yeah, but it's nice that you help them," Wesley said comfortingly. "Most guys would just kick them out and tell them to deal with it themselves, but you're not like that. That's why we love you!"
Benny smiled and leaned onto Wesley slightly, nudging him in the side. "Thanks," he said shyly, but felt a sudden twinge of guilt as he thought about the ones he hadn't helped, about the the ones he had thrown out. The thoughts were soon forgotten though when he felt Kian nuzzle up against him. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around the boy and rejoined the conversation with Philip and Charlie.
"Hey," Rav said in a loud whisper into the darkness of the dorm. "Robert, you awake?" he added when he got no reply.
"I wasn't!" Robert snapped coldly.
"Oh, sorry mate," Rav said apologetically. "It's just... it's late and... well Taro's not back yet."
"Who gives a fuck. It's him who'll get in trouble, not you. Just shut up and let me sleep," Robert said, then turned over deliberately loudly and went back to sleep.
Rav lay there for a few more minutes worrying about Taro before climbing out of bed and sneaking over to the door. He closed it behind him and proceeded to search the rest of the basement, aside from the other dorms, knowing that none of the others would allow an unauthorised visitor to be in after hours. There was no sign of his room-mate in any of the play rooms or other areas downstairs, so nervously he headed for the stairs up to the ground floor.
Rav cringed slightly as the door creaked, echoing like a foghorn around the large atrium. It felt strange to be creeping around the huge house in the dark, especially being naked. Rav had always enjoyed nudity, especially in places he wasn't supposed to. He had spent many a night in his teen years creeping about his own house or outside it in the dead of night, aroused by his own nakedness. As the fond memories flooded back, his cock began to swell uncomfortably in its cage.
Rav's cock had been uncaged for a couple of interviews which had been a very welcome release, but as he had not yet been offered a job from any of them he immediately found himself locked again as soon as he got home. He would have loved to be free right then, to stroke himself to completion as he wandered naked, but it was not to be. He was just beginning to get frustrated at his own futile arousal when he heard something... a voice. He paused to listen and realised it was coming from outside.
Walking over to the patio door, he peeked out and saw Taro sat on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest, visibly shivering as he talked on his phone.
"Okay, I will," Taro said, hanging up the phone just as the patio door slid open. "Oh fuck!" he yelped at the noise.
"It's okay bud, it's just me," Rav said, "What you doing out here? It's freezing tonight."
"I.... I...." Taro stuttered but nothing else followed, instead he just buried his face in his arms, shivering.
"S'okay, you don't gotta explain nuffin' to me," Rav said as softly as he could. "Come in, you gotta warm up." He reached down and grabbed Taro's shoulders, forcing him onto his feet.
Taro stood motionless, aside from the shaking.
Rav didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around his room-mate, pressing his body against the slim twenty-year-old's to try and share some body heat. Taro eagerly held him back, both for the heat and the sense of comfort he got.
Once Taro had warmed up a little, he pulled away and headed for the door. He jerked to a halt as he realised Rav had kept hold of his hand and remained still.
"I'm here, mate," Rav said with a smile. "Ya know, if you wanna talk about anything."
"Thanks," Taro said timidly, holding eye contact for just a couple more seconds before going back inside.
The two returned to their dorm, not saying so much as another word before getting into their bunks and falling asleep.
"What was that?" Kian asked, sitting bolt upright in bed.
Benny grunted. "It's an old house. It makes noises, you get used to it," he explained dismissively.
"No, I heard someone downstairs," Kian insisted.
"More than a dozen other guys live here. It's probably just someone getting a glass of water. Now shut up and get back here," Benny said, reaching up to grab the Irish teen. He pulled him back down, pulled the covers over him and spooned him.
Kian mewed contentedly as he felt Benny against his back. "Hey, you... fancy going again?" he asked coyly.
"Seriously? Again?" Benny asked in shock. "Come on, I'm so tired!"
"That's okay," Kian said, pulling away slightly and laying on his back. He threw aside the covers and slid a hand seductively over his own chest. "I can take care of myself," he said, barely louder than a whisper, letting out a gentle moan as his fingers grazed across his nipple. "You don't mind, do you?"
Benny's eyes shot open. The room was dark, but there was just enough light to make out what Kian was doing. He watched his young lover touching himself, the Boy's cock quickly standing to attention. Benny's soon did the same. He knew he was being played, but he couldn't help being aroused by it.
"That's fine," Benny said casually. He reached across and turned on the lamp.
Kian flinched at the sudden light but continued touching himself, one hand on his body, focusing around his right nipple, while his other hand had slid down and now teased his own balls. He could feel Benny's eyes on him, it was exactly what he wanted. He knew if he could get Benny aroused enough, they could have some more fun before they slept. "Mmm yeah," he murmured as he let his hand slip from his balls to the shaft of his cock.
"Enjoying that?" Benny asked with a wry grin.
"Ah yeah, it's good," Kian moaned, beginning to stroke. "You should do it too!" he urged Benny gently.
"No, I'm good just watching," Benny replied with a barely-concealed snigger. "Why don't you speed up a bit."
"Mmmmm, yes Sir!" Kian said obediently, beginning to stroke himself quicker. Having Benny watching him was making it even more exciting and he soon found himself getting close to release. "It's not too late to join in," he urged.
"Keep going," Benny said, ignoring the comment.
"Mmm, ohhh... yeah," Kian mumbled, moments away from climax.
"Hands off," Benny said sharply, smacking Kian's hands away from his own body. "Put them behind your head!"
Kian obeyed, frustrated at having got so close.
Benny climbed to his feet, standing over Kian, looking down at his sweet, innocent face, cheeks slightly flushed from the stimulation. "Maybe I will join in," Benny said as he grabbed his erection and started to stroke.
Kian's eyes lit p and he lowered a hand to his own tool.
"Nuh-uh!" Benny said, kicking the hand away. "Behind your head!"
Kian whined but obeyed, his cock twitching as he stared up at his new lover.
"Yeah, you were right," Benny said seductively. "This really is good!"
Kian whimpered slightly.
"Okay, you can stroke again," Benny conceded.
Immediately Kian had one hand back on his cock, the other caressing Benny's leg, eager to be in closer contact with him. Once again it wasn't long before he was moments from ejaculation.
"Hands behind your head," Benny ordered again, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of the boy immediately obeying, depriving himself of his own pleasure just because Benny told him so. "I think you need a closer look," he said with a grin, dropping to his knees, straddling Kian's waist.
The excited teen let out a low groan as Benny's rested on his straining cock. The slight movement of Benny's body from his stroking was providing just enough stimulation to keep him on edge, but not quite enough to make him cum. He just lay there as instructed, hands behind his head, eyes fixed on Benny.
"Mmmm, oh God, yeah," Benny moaned, arching his back, making every muscle in his torso flex, getting a delightful whimper from Kian in response. "Ah, oh yes, mmmm yes," Benny moaned as he finally stroked himself to completion. After all the loads he had already shot that evening, this one was not massive, but enough to leave Kian laying there with white streaks across his face and chest.
The clenching of Benny's ass as he ejaculated had pushed Kian so close to the brink that he thought he might shoot, but as the younger teen climbed off he still remained tantalisingly close without going over the edge.
"That was a great idea, thanks sexy," Benny said happily, leaning down to kiss Kian quickly. "Now we should get to sleep."
"But... but... what about..." Kian said, nodding towards his own erection, hands still dutifully held behind his head.
"Sorry, it's a bit too late," Benny said with a grin. "It IS a school night after all!"
Kian didn't reply, he simply let out a disappointed moan.
"But we should at least get you cleaned up," Benny said with a smile. He leant down and ran his tongue across Kian's chest and face, sucking up his own cum before pressing his lips to his lover's. It got another frustrated moan as Kian tasted Benny's load pass into his mouth.
"Oh yeah," Benny said, reaching for a drawer beside the bed. "Don't want you getting any ideas about doing anything you're not supposed to." He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, pulled Kian into a sitting position and cuffed his hands behind his back.
A few moments later, the light was back off and they had returned to their previous position, spooning. Now though, Benny happily slid his hands up and down the other teen's body, knowing how aroused it was keeping him until the two feel asleep wrapped around each other.