Cousins Take Charge

Cousins Take Charge

Category – gay authoritarian – teen (legal age), role reversal, bondage, discipline, `forced' exercise,

Preamble

As stated before, this is a `slow-developer' story planned over a number of episodes, detailing Ben's gradual but inevitable descent into painful subservience and humiliation, so won't be to everyone's tastes.

All the normal caveats apply regarding fantasy versus reality – for instance some of the practices described would NOT be safe in real life. Similarly, in real life, if we are lucky enough to come across good bdsm playmates, we should value and respect them – they are not always that easy to find!

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This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or living persons is coincidental. Personal experiences, from images to events, memories and words, flavour my writing, and while elements of this story may be (and often are) based in fact, the characters are entirely fictional. Unprotected sex is depicted. In real life, be safe! Don't gamble. If it is illegal for you to read this story because of your age, location or any other reason, don't read it. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use without permission is prohibited. Please do not republish any of this story without consent of the author.

Chapter Five

The twins felt Ben needed a rest so, after some time in the pool, they went to the twins' bedroom, taking a beer keg with them, and using their phones to check the sites that Peebles had set up for them. The twins were amazed at the number of hits considering everything had only just been started, Ben a strange mixture of trepidation and conceit.

"Guys, how come, do you think?"

Rick thought. "Well, Peebles said he was loading a number of teasers onto free sites (don't look so worried, Ben, no-one's identifiable on those), with directions to our sites, so it looks as though punters are finding it quickly."

Ben clicked on "account" – and opened his eyes. "Fuck, guys, have you seen how much the site has already earned?! That can't be – that's crazy!"

Rick laughed. "Hey, Uni Fund!" They all laughed and rolled round on the bed a while...

"Hey, Rick, Peebles said something about advertising revenue, didn't he? When can we tap into that."

"Yeah, well, Twin, he was cautious about that – they won't be interested until we can demonstrate a large number of hits. But I guess he wasn't expecting this quick a response – so it may be sooner than he thought!" They high-fived each other.

Rick laughed. "Hey, Ben, listen to this – Ben's abs are to die for', and he must be able to crack walnuts between those glutes' – in fact you can see them for yourself, look."

But Ben had clicked on a photo of the twins with the caption `Our future plans' – but an access denied came up. "Hey guys, why can't I get on this section?"

Rick looked. "Oh that's because you don't have full permissions, Ben – we've restricted what you can see."

Ben felt he should be annoyed. "What the fuck?! You mean these guys can get to see what you're planning – for me, I guess – and I can't?!"

Rad smiled grimly. "I think you've forgotten your status here, Cuz. Definitely second-class citizen – actually, make that third-class. In fact let's start that now. You see that forum button? Click on it, and you'll see messages to you. You need to start answering them, cos there'll be penalties for you if you take too long. And listen, all the time you're on this site, you're Benny', and everyone else is `Sir', right? Be truthful, but above all respectful. The punters know they can complain to us about you."

Ben stared. "Y'mean complete strangers can dish the dirt on me?"

Rick laughed. "Better than that, Cuz, they can ask for it! Listen to this! `How much to sponsor a whack on Ben's ass?' was the start of this thread, and you wouldn't believe the number of replies, it's got! Guess how much we could make from selling whacks on your ass!"

Ben grinned sickly, feeling – as so often – that his life was spiralling out of control with these twins, when Rad laughed as well.

"Shit, that's only the start of it. Look at these related threads – the amount of things that are being suggested! Uh, I think I'll restrict these, Ben – don't want to scare you off! Now, start getting on with those replies."

Although they were all on their phones, the work was intense. Once it became obvious that the three of them were online, the traffic became huge and, while a lot was directed at Ben, much went to the twins.

Rad giggled. "Hey twin, how do you feel about hiring ourselves out as doms?! There's a thread here asking us what we charge?! Hey, Ben, how about that. How do you feel about suffering alongside other subs?!"

Sub' – Ben swallowed as he internalised the meaning. Was he a sub'? Did he want to be? What did being a `sub' really mean? And – why was he erecting while he was thinking about it?!?!

Ben saw the total number of hits whizzing up as he worked. All these people! Why? Were they all getting off on seeing him suffer? From many of the comments, it certainly seemed so, telling him what they'd like to do to him, or he for them. Much of this Ben found so unrealistic, gross, or extreme, that he was able to shrug it off with a polite (of course!) neutral reply.

But one comment jolted him. "Hey, slaveboy, what's it feel like having those two younger lads as your masters?"

Slaveboy. Ben looked back at the comments he was getting. Why had he not noticed the tone? As a successful athlete, he was used to respect, admiration. Why had he not seen that the main tenet of these comments were anything but? They were patronising, demanding, demeaning – and he had been replying automatically as the subservient party.

Slaveboy. The punters were telling him what they wanted him to do, and he saw now that their stance was that they had a realistic expectation of seeing it happen. How were the twins going to respond?

Slaveboy ... oh shit.

Ben rapidly turned over on his front before the twins saw his erection and asked him why. His thirst in the hot early evening meant he'd been chugging the beer freely; he took another swig now, but it didn't seem to calm him down any.

"Hello, Sir, thank you for your comment, and I hope you're enjoying our site. To be honest, I'm afraid I can't tell you what it feels like. Sometimes I feel as if I hate it, and then others, it's really exciting. If I had the choice to go back over this and avoid it all, I'm so confused, I can't even tell you whether I'd say yes or no! Thank you again, Sir."

It wasn't long before a comment popped up from someone else.

"Listen, Benny, what's confusing? You get a hardon from being tied up, you get a hardon when you're spanked, you get a hardon when you're ordered around, you get a hardon when you're given humiliating things to do! Listen to your dick, and stop being in denial. Embrace it, don't fight it! You'll enjoy it a lot more that way, I promise!"

Ben swallowed. He couldn't in honesty contradict anything that had been said. "Hello, Sir, thank you for your comment, and I hope you're enjoying our site. Thank very much for your advice, Sir, which I'll try to follow."

He was relatively quiet with the twins for the rest of the evening, even when they were massaging some cream into his sore muscles just before bed. Almost all the crop-welts had faded. Their treatment was comforting and relaxing, and it wasn't long before he had a semi-erection again!

Ben was dreamily drifting off into an erotic sleep haze as the twins continued to massage his aching sinews. "Wow, that was a workout and a half, guys," he murmured.

"Bet that was the best workout you've ever had, hey, Cuz?" whispered Rick.

"Yeah, the absolute best ever – never been able to motivate myself like that before!"

Rad sniggered. "You gotta admit it, it might have hurt at the time, but you being driven by us like that, that's what made all the difference!"

"Yeah," mumbled Ben, still in a haze, "that was great, guys."

They turned him over to face up, Rick sitting on his knees massaging his mid-section, Rad on his abs, massaging pecs and arms. Inevitably, Ben was fully erect now.

Rad looked down teasingly into his face. "Let's face it, Cuz, you ought to be grateful; you need us to drive you hard, don't you?"

Ben looked up with a wry smile. "I s'pose I do, guys, yeah – the harder the better."

Rad massaged his biceps. "Well, I guess we'll have to see what we can do, Cuz!"

The next morning, Ben was almost prepared for the customary relationship-reversal at which his cousins were becoming so adept. Almost, but not quite.

A ping on Rick's phone during a relatively late breakfast. "It's come! Early delivery! And he's setting it up now!" With a wink at Rad, he hurriedly downed his last mouthful and dashed next door.

Ben gulped. He already knew from bitter experience that an interaction between his twins and next door was likely to rebound on him. And it didn't take him long to find out how correct his instincts were.

"Look!" said Rick, grinning triumphantly.

Despite the obvious enjoyment of the twins, Ben was nonplussed. "But what is it, guys?"

"It's called an `Ohmibod', that's what this is."

Ben was no wiser than before, as Rick turned to show it to the ubiquitous camera.

"But what the fuck is it for?"

As much as to the camera as to Ben, Rick explained. "It goes up someone's ass, and can be programmed to give electric pulses, varying in duration and intensity, depending on the triggers. This one has been set-up to be triggered online, to be linked with a live `tips' system. Got that, everybody?" he continued speaking to camera. "Live session online tonight, 9pm British Summer Time, 8pm Greenwich Mean Time."

Enlightenment hit Ben like a douche of cold water. Horrified, "you mean to say you wanna put that up my ass and electrocute me?!"

Rick held his hand out soothingly. "Na, na, Cuz – the electricity is not that strong. People do it for pleasure!"

Ben was wordlessly slowly shaking his head, trying to catch up with reality.

Rad laughed. "I think what our cousin is trying to say, twin, is that he doesn't like this idea. Tell you what, Ben, we'll give you a fighting chance. We've gotta go to the supermarket next to get a few things which aren't worth a delivery. We were gonna bike, but you can come for a run. If you perform well, no Ohmibod. But if you don't perform to our satisfaction..." he ominously left the sentence unfinished.

Well, Ben knew he was a good runner for an all-rounder, so that was the best deal he could get, but he resolved to run his guts out to prevent them being invaded by that thing! He dashed upstairs to the guest bedroom (he assumed he wouldn't be expected to run naked to the supermarket!), but after a few minutes returned puzzled to the kitchen.

"Er, guys, I can't find my clothes?"

Rad turned to him, amused.

"Well that's cos as our prisoner you don't need any clothes, so we've taken em away. But," as Ben stared open-mouthed, "for this morning we'll lend you something," in the tone of one offering a magnificent concession.

Ben wondered what to say. He felt he ought to say something, but the last couple of days had taught him that whatever he said, it was woefully inadequate in the face of the twins' determination to keep him on the hop.

They gave him a pair of shorts belonging to them which, while loose on the twins, were tight on him.

"Nice," said Rick, turning Ben round in front of the camera. "Very nice!"

When Ben looked at his bare feet, Rad explained, "you won't need trainers, Ben, we're going mainly round field boundaries, which are pretty well-kept round here".

As they were preparing to set off, Rad outlined their expectations, Rick attaching the cameras to handlebars and saddle. "One of us will ride in front of you, the other behind. You are expected to run your best pace – it's about a coupla miles to the supermarket. Whichever of us is behind you, if we think you're slacking off we'll ring our bell. If we have to ring it five times by the time we get there, you'll have failed – and you know what that means!"

Ben nodded, gritty jaw set; he was determined to give it his all if it meant avoiding that horrible thing up his ass!

"OK, all set? OK, Rick, lead away!"

They set off toward the end of the cul-de-sac, onto a track, then Rick led them by the sides of fields which led round the outskirts of the town. He set a fast pace, but Ben was enjoying the challenge – it was great to stretch out into a good run on this glorious morning! Certainly he presented a sexy sight, long thighs bunching and jumping, striated calves working, muscled arms pumping back and forth, with the tight shorts and bare feet adding an exotic sense of vulnerability; Rad felt sure they were taking great footage!

After about a quarter of a mile – time to up the pressure! "I'm about to ring my bell, Benny," warned Rad. Ben took in a breath, pushed a little harder – he was not going to lose this one!

Five minutes later, Rad smiled mischievously. Time to fuck with Ben's mind!

"Ting-ting!"

Fuck. Ben's head went up, and thighs powered faster. C'mon, Ben – you can win this!

Ben was making a magnificent effort – the only time he'd run better than this was in competition. But Rad felt he could do even better.

"Ting-ting!"

Oh shit. C'mon Ben, c'mon!

The sweat was running down him, his muscles were straining, he extracted just a little more effort. C'mon, it can't be much further, just keep pushing!

"Ting-ting!"

Fuck, fuck. Ben dredged deep. Possibly he managed to run just a little faster. Oh, please, please, let this fucking shop come soon!

"Ting-ting!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ben couldn't remember running this hard ever before. His legs felt as though they just wanted to collapse, his chest was pounding, his throat rasping, but he focused concentration, gritted teeth, kept pushing. Anyway, thank cripes he could see the supermarket.

Rad grinned – not particularly nicely! "I'm about to ring my bell again, Benny!"

Ben whimpered. Not now! Not now! They were almost there for fuck's suck! He groaned, gulped in air, pushed even harder. Almost fucking there!

"Not good enough, Benny – about to ring my bell!"

Ben groaned and, impossibly, dredged one final effort as they reached the passage onto the site, where Rick had stalled his bike – Ben sank to his hands and knees, his eyes swimming, wondering if he was going to be sick.

Not until a good few minutes had gone, and some sips of water, was Ben sure he was going to be OK. Fuck, what a run that had been! And yet, having finished it, he realised the effort he'd dragged into play. He'd never run like that before! Fortunately, the twins had mercy on him, left him to guard the bikes, while they got some provisions. Ben was grateful for the `time-out' which gave him some much-needed recovery.

But he'd done it! He'd won! Yay! Ben felt a disproportionate triumph at having `got one over' on the twins.

All too soon, though, they return with a backpack full of provisions – including two heavy four-litre bottles of milk. They hand this to Ben – who automatically takes it, now becoming increasingly used to his subservient position.

"OK, Benny, ready to go?" said Rad as he mounted his bike.

Ben stared open-mouthed, backpack still in hand. The inference was clear – he was being expected to run back again. Fuck! His thighs were still jelly from their efforts a little while ago!

Rad looked back, in simulated astonishment. "Hey, what's the problem. You didn't think you were only gonna run one way, did you? Who said anything about that? Remember, you had to perform to our satisfaction."

Then Rad paused, looking at Ben's dejection. How quickly had the triumph been smashed to the ground! "OK, Benny, I tell you what. We'll cut you a bit of slack. We logged the time taken to get here. We'll give you that time plus an extra twenty per cent. No ringing bells – you just gotta get back within that time, and you're home clear. But – we spank you for every second you take over that time... And of course, if you're over time, that Ohmibod is going into your ass. OK" checking his phone and starting the stopwatch, "let's go!"

Deliberately leaving Ben no time for protest, he put a foot in the pedal and spurted away.

Alas, how different was the start to this run, compared to that of half an hour ago! Then, Ben had enjoyed his natural athleticism in the morning sunshine to stretch his legs out for a good sprint. Now, already tired he was being set an almost impossible task.

Nevertheless he slipped the heavy backpack over his bare shoulders and started off behind Rad. If he could avoid that thing up his ass, he would!

Ben tried, as a motivational tool to keep up his effort, to use the image of that device being shoved up his ass, but it proved as distracting as it was motivating. What would it feel like? What would the electric pulses feel like? The twins had said this would be a live session – what would it be like to have all those viewers being able to comment as the action developed? They'd said that it could be triggered online – what would it be like to be electro'd directly by the viewers? He could imagine that guy zapping him while saying `embrace it don't fight it'.

Ben moaned – it was ridiculous, but he could feel his dick trying to erect inside the tight shorts. C'mon, Ben, you can beat this, keep pushing!

So why was there a little voice somewhere deep inside his brain saying, `yeah, but wouldn't it be interesting to find out what it's like?'

Although Ben looked a sexy sight as he sweated back to the house, his bunching leg muscles showing the results of his demanding run, no-one was particularly surprised that he failed to meet the time.

Exhausted, hardly in a state to resist or protest, he was ordered up to the bedroom, told to lie spreadeagle on the bed with his head at the foot looking over the edge, Rick setting up one of the cameras to look up into his eyes, the other near the headboard pointing at his pert buttocks.

"Scoot up your knees, Benny, so your midsection comes off the bed... no, knees wider than that... no, as wide as you can... that's right." Ben complied, giving the camera a great shot of an arched back and a prominent butt, with the ass-crack clearly showing.

Rad knelt down, held the Ohmibod in front of Ben's nose. "Where is this going, Benny?"

Ben flushed, stammered, coughed.

Rad looked up at Rick, nodded.

Smack! Ben yelped, his eyes widening. The crop had descended on his butt, perilously close to his crack. Rick continued rubbing the crop-leather over Ben's buttocks, scraping and teasing the welt that was rising on the flesh. Ben shut his eyes for a moment. Focus, do not get an erection now!

Rad's eyes hardened. "I asked you a question, Benny, so you have to reply. Where is this going?"

Ben swallowed. "Uh, in my ass, Sir," he muttered, almost inaudibly.

Nod, Smack! Ben yelped again, lurched forward. The edge of the crop-leather had smacked his anus! More rubbing against his ass. Shit, he could feel his erection growing – what a fucking give-away!

"Benny, don't start to behave badly, `cos then we'll have to punish you. You know how you're meant to respond, so do it now – where is this going?"

In a clearer voice, "Sorry, Sir, in my ass, Sir."

"Good boy, Benny. Now I want you to tell all the viewers when they can see this happen – make it into a nice invitation. Remember, always truthful, always polite. Or would you like Rick to hit you again?"

Ben shook his head vigorously, paused, blushed. He swallowed again.

"Uh, S-Sirs, if you'd like to see this go up my ass, please watch, er, the live session tonight at nine o'clock."

Rad ruffled his hair. "Well done, Benny, that was great. Oh, and by the way, I need to tell you now that you're not allowed to cum when the Ohmibod is running in your ass."

Ben looked, shocked, at Rad. The thought had never occurred to him that he might! His eyes drifted to the camera lens. It was mocking him – `yeah, you never thought of that, did you, Benny-boy, cumming from something going up your ass – guess that would make you into a real bitch-boy if that happened, wouldn't it, huh, Benny-boy?'

He stared angrily back, speaking as much to the camera as to Rad. "There's no way I'd cum from that thing up my ass – no way!!"

Rad grabbed him each side of his face, looked smilingly in. "Oh yeah, Benny boy, whaddya wanna bet?!"

Ben was still feeling as if he had to posture, both to Rad and to the camera. "You can bet whatever you like – `cos – I'm jus' telling you, there's absolutely no way I'd cum from that – thing!"

Rad stopped smiling, and a glint entered his eye. "OK, then, since you're so absolutely certain, let's both put ourselves on the line. If you don't cum from the Ohmibod in tonight's session, Rick and I will become your total slaves – and vice versa!"

Ben's eyes widened. "Total slaves – wow! How long for?!"

Rad smiled crookedly. "Well, if this is `total slavery', until the one in charge brings it to an end, of course!"

Ben stared. Fuck! Total slave! He paused. Despite his exhaustion and his growing erection, the enormity of what they were doing became dimly aware. What was going on here?!

Rad's smile grew. "So, not so sure all of a sudden? Scared, jock boy?!"

Ben's eyes flicked to the camera lens. It was sneering at him. Well Benny boy? You gonna put your money where your mouth is – or are you gonna wimp out?! Man or mouse, eek! eek!

Ben glared. "Fuck you, yeah! Let's do it! It's a deal!" Then laughed, trying to lighten the moment. "Shit, I could do with a coupla slaves to clean up my stuff!"

Rad laughed back. "Don't count your chickens, mate!" He looked up at the headboard camera. "OK, guys, you can see what the stakes are! Don't forget to log on tonight!" Changed his tone. "Right, Rick, d'you mind getting all this round to Peebles now, so that he can get cracking?"

While Rick was doing that; "OK Benny, you've still got a spanking to come, let's tie you up." He quickly secured Ben in his current position, then waited for Rick to come back with the cameras, which happened surprisingly quickly.

"All OK, twin?"

"Yeah, no probs," replied Rick, as he replaced the cameras. "He was already switched on, so transfer was really quick."

Ben had been quietly processing recent events. "Er, guys, did we just bet what I think we bet? Er, I mean, really – total slaves?"

Rad laughed. "Yep, we sure did. We put a helluva lot on the line just then! Why – scared?!"

Ben grinned weakly. "Uh, no-o-" and then catching sight of the camera, said more strongly, "Hell, no, certainly not – can't wait to have two slaves at my beck and call, doing whatever I tell `em!"

"That's what I thought," laughed Rad. "So I guess we'd better get this spanking in before it's too late, huh?! OK, you were one minute thirteen seconds over time, so ... guess what, that's seventy-three spanks!"

Seventy-three! Shit! Then Ben saw the taunting camera lens again, so snorted. "OK, seventy- three it is – give it your best shot!"

It didn't seem possible that handspanks could hurt that much, but Rad and Rick had taken one taut buttock each, and were spanking hard. They'd set up a mirror behind the camera so that they could see if Ben was looking into the lens as they ordered; they'd warned him that any time he looked away, that spank wouldn't count.

What Ben couldn't work out was why every time he winced from the next spank, his dick bobbed, slapping up against his abs. I-so-want-to-cum!

Nevertheless his voice was beginning to quaver. "F-forty-one, Sir, th-thank you, Sir! ... Ow! - F-forty-t-two, thank you, S-Sir!" How he hated that mocking lens! `Oh dear, Benny boy – can't take it?! Thought you were a tough jock, didn't you?!'

"I am a tough jock, f-forty-nine, Sir, th-thank you, Sir!" Oh-I-do-so-wanna-cum!

"Owwwww! Fifttty-eight, Sir, thank you, Sir! Ooowww! F-f-fifty-nine, Sir, th-thank you, Sir!"

The lens was still taunting him. `So, Benny boy, think you're a tough jock, do you? Really?! Prove it! Ask for the last ten with the crop! Go on! If you're so tough, I dare you!'

Shit. `Don't-ask-me-to-do-that. Oh-I-really-wanna-cum!'

"Oooowww! S-sixty-t-two, Sir! Thank you, S-Sir!"

The lens was obdurate. `Simple question, Benny boy, are you a wimp or not? If so, just let it go. But if you're really tough, you have to ask for those last ten – you have to!'

Shit. "Oooowww, S-sixty-three, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" `Shit-I-really-have-to-cum!'

"Uh, Sirs, please give me the last ten with the crop!" `There, satisfied, you bastard?'

The twins looked at each other, smiled, shrugged, shifted position.

Smack! Ben bucked on the bed. Yelped. Shit that hurt! "Uh, s-sixty-f-four, Sir, thank you, Sir!"

Smack! Ben gritted his teeth and writhed, providing a really sexy sight for the twins!

Crap! "S-sixty-five, Sir, thank you, Sir!" Shit, how many more to go?!

Smack! Ben's muscles clenched as he jerked forward.

"Sixty-six, Sir, thank you, Sir!" God-I-so-wanna-cum-please-let-me-cum!

Smack! Ben yelped again. Shit, that must have been even harder. Why the fuck had he asked for these?! I-really-really-wanna-cum!

"Sixty-seven, Sir, thank you, Sir!"

Smack! "Ooooowwwwww!" He wanted to cry, he wanted to cum. His voice was starting to break as he yelped, "Sixty-eight, Sir, thank you, Sir!"

Ben was desperately trying to hold himself together for the last few hits. His muscles were shuddering, gleaming with sweat running over them. Almost there! Just hold on for a couple more, Ben!

"S-seventy-one, Sir, thank you, Sir!"

Hold on! Hold on! Ben shut his eyes in anticipation.

Smack! Ow, ow, ow! "S-seventy-two, Sir, thank you, S-Sir!"

"Ah, ah, Benny." Ben's eyes flew open – what the fuck was wrong now? "Eyes on the camera, remember, Benny? That one didn't count."

Shit, shit, shit! "Yes, Sir." Keep looking at the camera, dipshit. `Hello Benny boy, remember me?'

Smack! Craaaaaaaaaaap! Ben's voice was breaking. "S-s-seventy-two, Sir, th-thank you, S- Sir."

He grabbed the sheet with his teeth and his hands. Waited.

Smack! "OOOOOOOOOwwwww!" Ben almost leapt off the bed. "Seventy-three, Sir, thank you, Sir! Oooowww. Crap!" He buried his head in the mattress, moaning and gasping for breath.

Ben was gradually getting used to the sudden switches in intensity. Now he was face down on the bed and the twins were rubbing soothing cream into his butt and legs, massaging gently. He shut his eyes in dreamy half-sleep as ache and hurt was rubbed away. His dick was pointing down between his legs, throbbing gently. He slowly humped the bed.

Slap! "Ah, ah, Benny, no humping! You keep your erotic thoughts to yourself."

All very well, thought Ben grumpily, but you guys manipulating me like this, it's as if you're working me up on purpose (they were, of course!).

The twins moved, Rad sitting on shoulders, Rick on calves, facing each other, and massaged his butt and thighs. Ben sighed in contentment, particularly when their knuckles brushed his erection as they worked round his thighs. Then the twins sat beside him, began to smack his taut buttocks gently whilst still massaging, his groin thrusting softly into the bed each time.

Because of the soreness of his butt, naturally the smacking hurt, but it was also highly sensual; the awakened ache sent erotic messages to his groin. As the twins continued, it wasn't long before Ben was moaning, and his glutes were clenching as he thrust harder. Massage, smack, massage, smack, massage... it was a heady mixture mucking up Ben's mind. Suddenly his eyes widened. "Guys, I'm gonna ... OOWWW!"

He snapped into foetal position as Rad clouted his balls! "Ah, ah, Benny, no cumming unless we say! C'mon, let's go an' have lunch."

And just like that, Ben was expected to follow, aching balls, aching butt, dribbling precum!