Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 00:29:09 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Benny's House - Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is the first full chapter of Benny's new story. Even if
you've read all of Benny Takes Control and The Dangers of Desire, I would
still recommending the prologue (chapter 0) of this story before starting
as it gives a little insight into Benny's mind. The series includes a few
characters you will have already seen, but now introduces a whole new
cast. In order to help you keep track, a character summary is included at
the end of each chapter so you can always refer back to it as a reminder if
needed.

I hope you enjoy this new tale, thoughts and feedback welcome as always to
matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

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Benny's House

Chapter 1 – Benny's Big Decision

by Matt


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From the diary of Benny Harrison

Monday 26th January 2015

I went into today thinking that this was it, that it was all going to
end. In my darkest moments, I still worry that I'm the monster I used to
be. Today was the first step towards showing myself that I'm not, that I'm
better now. I've still got a long way to go, and there's a lot I still want
to do in this house, but today was definitely a step in the right
direction!

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Benny sat up in his bed. He had been awake for quite some time already when
he heard the knock at the door that would usually have been his wake-up
call. "Come in." he called out.

The door opened and a naked young man carrying a tray appeared. It was
Philip. Benny's mind rushed back a couple of weeks to the first morning
Philip had been the one chosen to bring Benny his breakfast. Benny had
teased the man, and while it had been clear from his extreme arousal that
he had enjoyed it, he felt bad at how he had ended it, kicking the man out
and berating him for just the tiniest offence. It seemed somewhat
appropriate that he should be the one to appear that particular morning.

"Good morning Philip." Benny said casually as the young man approached him,
carrying his breakfast on a tray.

"G... good morning Sir." Philip stuttered.

Despite his trepidation about the imminent conversation, Benny found
himself feeling a shudder of excitement at the man's subservience. In any
other situation, it would have been expected that the impressively built,
tall, dark, muscular man would have been the one to intimidate the short,
slim boy sitting in the bed. But here he was, serving the boy instead. He
placed the tray on the boy's lap and then stepped back.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" he asked nervously.

"Yes." Benny said, watching with a mix of joy and sorrow as he saw the
young man flinch. "Have a seat." He gestured to the foot of the bed.

Philip looked just as anxious as he sat down, staring over at Benny,
waiting for what he suspected was about to be inflicted on him. Instead, he
just found the boy was looking him up and down, sizing him up, but with no
sign of malice in his face. "How long have you been here now?" he asked
quietly, taking a bite of his breakfast.

"Erm... nearly two months now Sir." Philip replied, sitting rigidly and
barely even daring to move.

Benny took another bite of toast, chewing it slowly as he continued to
stare. He swallowed and asked, "And do you like it here?"

"Of course, Sir." Philip replied instantly.

Benny took a big gulp of juice and shook his head. "You can relax,
Philip. And you can answer honestly. If there's things you don't like, you
can tell me."

Philip looked torn. Was the boy's sudden compassion genuine, or was it an
act? Was he being set up for something? His interactions directly with
Benny had been minimal so his opinion of the boy was based mostly on their
encounter a couple of weeks ago and what the other boys told him of their
master. He nodded gently, his shoulders relaxing a little. "It's a bit
scary sometimes, Sir, but overall I'm enjoying being here." He smiled.

Benny couldn't help smiling back. This was the first time he had seen the
young man smile – a fact that itself concerned him. "So what parts do
you find scary?" Benny asked before taking another bite.

Philip just stared back nervously, silently, eyes wide.

"It's okay, say what you're thinking." Benny reassured him.

"You... scare me, Sir." Philip said, then flinched again slightly as if
expecting an attack in response.

Benny's heart felt like it had stopped. His mouth went
dry. "You're.. scared of me? Do you... think I'd hurt you?" Benny asked,
feeling like he could burst into tears at any moment.

"No Sir." Philip said, raising his hands and gesturing emphatically as he
shook his head. "That's not what I meant Sir. I'm not scared OF you, I'm
scared of... disappointing you, like I did before."

Benny felt somewhat relieved by the response. "I may have been a little
harsh on you, Philip, when you were in here before. You didn't disappoint
me at all."

Philip's face lit up with a huge grin. "You really mean it, Sir?" His joy
was obvious.

Benny couldn't help smiling back. "I do." he said happily. "Philip, I want
you to be happy here."

"I am Sir." Philip replied instantly, his response sounding genuine and
sincere rather than sycophantic as it had before. "I love it here, it's the
most exciting thing I've ever done. And all I want is to make my master
happy."

"You just did." Benny said, smiling back at him. The young man's obvious
joy at the comment was heart-warming. "You can go now."

The young man stood up and left as instructed, leaving Benny to finish his
breakfast alone with his thoughts. 'That really didn't go the way I
expected. I thought I'd have to sit here and apologise to him but... he
likes the way I treated him? What if that's how they all feel? What if they
all really do want to be here? I need to find out.' he thought to himself.

While shoving the last piece of toast into his mouth, he reached out for
his phone and wrote out a message. [Arrange a meeting tonight, everyone to
attend.] He sent it to Roger, his second-in-command.

He quickly received back a [Yes Sir] in response from the young man.

**********

"You hear about the meeting?" Quentin asked as he walked into his
dorm. Philip and Taro were sat together on Taro's bed – the bottom bunk
furthest from the door.

"Yeah." Taro replied, watching the older man walk in. "It's weird though, a
full meeting on a Monday. We've only ever had them on a Saturday night
before. I guess this is the one we missed at the weekend."

"I taught one of Benny's classes today and he never said a word. In fact,
he barely even looked at me. I only heard about the meeting when I got home
and Roger told me." Quentin replied. He rarely liked to talk about work to
his room mates. Being the master's teacher, but being totally under his
control was a little embarrassing for the thirty-five-year-old. Even though
Taro and Philip were also serving Benny, there seemed to be something more
humiliating about it to him.

He looked at Taro as he took a seat on his own bed, the other bottom bunk,
placing his briefcase next to him. The young man had become his closest
friend since coming to the house. That tended to happen with most of the
boys, bonds building up based on which room they shared. He had been
attracted to the young Japanese man at first, his dark hair, eyes and skin,
flawlessly smooth aside from the small patch of pubes above a fairly
impressive cock. He was surprisingly assertive and confident for a boy of
just nineteen, often seeming like he would fit in better as one of Benny's
generals than as one of his boys. The older man's attraction to the boy
soon passed, the two instead becoming close friends, the dynamic lying
somewhere between brotherhood and father/son.

When Philip arrived in the house and got assigned to their room, it had
taken a little getting used to. The small room sometimes felt a little
cramped with just the two of them in, adding a third body increased
that. They dreaded what would happen if the fourth bed got filled! Despite
some initial friction though, Philip had soon settled in. At twenty-five,
they found he was young enough to relate to Taro, but mature enough to
share some commonalities with Quentin too and he was soon accepted as one
of them.

Quentin sometimes found himself marvelling at his situation. When looked at
objectively, he was essentially a middle-aged man living as the slave for
one of his students in cramped conditions while often being subjected to
degrading and humiliating sexual acts. That wasn't how it felt to him
though. To him he got to live under the roof of a boy he sought only to
please, got to spend his time with two great guys who he cared for greatly
and got to experience some of his wildest sexual desires on an almost daily
basis.

There had been rumours going round amongst the boys in the last week of a
potential new arrival in the house, someone Benny was very close to so they
had expected the announcement to come at Saturday night's weekly
meeting. Instead, the meeting never even took place, something that was
completely unheard of. If there was one thing that could be relied on above
all else in Benny's House, it was routine! Something was definitely going
on and it seemed tonight was the night they would discover what.

"I took him his breakfast this morning." Philip chimed in. "It was weird
though. He was asking me all these questions."

"What sort of questions?" Taro asked, looking a little concerned.

"Just... about whether I liked it here. He was like a totally different guy
to last time I was in his room." Philip explained. "He was... nice."

"He's always nice." Taro said defensively.

Quentin laughed. "Just because you enjoy getting caned, that doesn't mean
he's 'nice' for caning you!"

"Very funny!" Taro said, shooting Quentin a disgruntled look. "But you know
what I mean. Yeah, he can be a bit intimidating and he's got, like, a small
army of generals to enforce things, but he's not mean, is he? Before I came
here, I served someone for a little while and he turned out to be a total
dick. Turned out he just liked inflicting pain on little Japanese boys and
wouldn't stop until I made him! Compared to that, Benny's a fucking saint!"

"I suppose when you put it that way..." Quentin conceded. He opened up his
briefcase and started pulling out some paperwork.

"You..." Philip started, looking at Taro, head tilted sympathetically. "You
don't talk much about what you did before you came here."

"That's cos it sucked." Taro said back with a casual shrug.

"That's an understatement." Quentin added.

Taro looked round at Philip who was just staring at him. "Another time." he
said, obviously not wanting to elaborate. Philip reached across and put an
arm around the boy. Taro leaned into him, resting his head on Philip's
shoulder.

**********

Shortly before the scheduled meeting time, Quentin, Philip and Taro headed
upstairs to the atrium and assumed their positions. The 'boys' always lined
up in room order, meaning Quentin, Philip and Taro were closest to the
front door, being in dorm one. The occupants of rooms two and three lined
up next to them. Dorm four remained empty to there was nobody after the
dorm three occupants in the line-up. Across the other side of the long
narrow carpet that ran from the front door to the master staircase stood
the seven other men under Benny's control, the unemployed ones who could
not yet pay for residence at the house. They stood there, cocks locked in
chastity devices as 'encouragement' to find work and join the house
properly.

Amongst the whole group, most wore concerned or confused expressions (and
literally nothing else) as they all wondered why the meeting had been
delayed from Saturday at its usual time. They heard a door open upstairs
and, as usual, Benny walked along the balcony to the top of the staircase
and descended with his three generals; second-in-command Roger, the
twenty-year-old, mountain of a man that struck fear into the hearts of most
of the boys gathered; Malik, the twenty-two-year old South Asian boy who
remained somewhat unknown to most of the residents so far due to his recent
arrival and finally twenty-four-year-old Wesley, the slim, geekish looking
young man who always wore a smile and who the residents mostly seemed to
favour due to his kind demeanour.

Benny stopped four steps from the bottom of the staircase while his
Generals continued down to ground level. An eerie hush fell across the
room. "Thank you all for coming. I know it's not our usual time, so I'm
sorry if I've caused you any confusion." Benny said confidently, then
paused as if struggling over what to say next. He took a deep breath. "I
may... owe some of you an apology."

Everyone stared at him in shock, even his generals turned to look up at
him. They were not words they had ever heard, or ever expected to hear,
from the young master.

He continued, undisturbed by the concerned glances. "I'd like to think that
what we have here in this house is quite impressive and, for the most part,
something we all want. However, recent events have forced me to look more
closely at everything. Some of you are not necessarily here of your own
free will." He looked down at the two lines of young men in front of
him. He knew how most of them had come to be his boys, but his memory was a
little fuzzy on others. Either way, he knew that some of the group gathered
in front of him had only joined under threat of blackmail.

"That's why today I want to give all of you an opportunity. Anyone who
wishes to leave, and I'm talking to every single person here..." he looked
down both rows and then at his generals. "Can walk out of here today and
never come back, no hard feelings."

The gathering burst into loud chatter. Nobody could quite believe what he
was saying. Quentin stared up at the boy. He was one of the men who had
been blackmailed into coming, after fooling around with one of Benny's
underage agents. Benny had threatened to reveal his actions to the police
and the school. He would be arrested, imprisoned, never work as a teacher
again, pretty much lose everything. At risk of losing so much, he had no
choice but to comply. Whilst he knew a lot of the other people in the house
had come willingly, seeking a master to serve, he and several others were
the ones Benny was talking to now... and this was his chance to get out.

"QUIET!" Roger bellowed after receiving a signal from Benny to do so.

Once the talking died down, Benny called out, "Be under no illusions, this
truly is a one-time offer. If you choose to stay, that's it, you belong to
me! If you wish to go though, go with my blessing. I'll give you ten
minutes to make your decisions. Anyone who wants to leave, go into the
lounge and arrangements will be made. Anyone still out here when I return,
will be staying." With that, he turned and marched back up the stairs and
returned to his room.

"Wait, is he serious?" Taro asked, looking round.

"Sounds it." Philip replied. "And it kinda follows on from what he spoke to
me about this morning."

"Well I'm not going!" Taro said bluntly. "This place is the best thing
that's ever happened to me. How about you two?" he asked his two room
mates. Both just stared back at him.

**********

Benny was sat in his room on the small sofa in the corner, watching the
minutes tick by on the large clock on the wall when there was a knock at
the door. Before he could say anything, the door opened and Roger walked
in. It was unusual for the normally faultlessly obedient man to do anything
without direct consent from his master, so Benny knew he was serious.

"Are you okay?" he asked, walking over to Benny, kneeling in front of him
and looking up.

"Yeah." Benny smiled. "I'm fine. I know that was probably a bit of a shock
for you."

"That's putting it mildly." Roger replied with a smile.

It seemed strange, suddenly Roger had dropped out of 'sub mode' and seemed
to be more like a friend. It was something Benny had very rarely
experienced and it brought him great joy to see how much Roger truly seemed
to care for him, outside of their usual dom/sub dynamic.

"Is this about Josh?" Roger asked cautiously, not even sure if he should
mention the man's name.

"No." Benny replied. "I mean, yeah, he was kind of a trigger, but this is
about me. Look, Roger, before we met, I did something pretty horrible and
I've spent over two years trying to come to terms with it. I hurt Josh, but
it was nobody's fault but my own and I never want to see myself do that
again. I love being the master, I love being your master, but I want to
have boys who love me in return. If I'm forcing them to be here, any love
they show me isn't real and it's just hurting them in the long run. Does
that... make sense?"

"It does." Roger nodded his understanding. "And if it helps... I love you,
as a master and as a..."

"A friend?" Benny suggested, seeing the young man struggle.

"Yeah. I do." Roger agreed.

"Well that's good." Benny smiled. "Because in..." He looked at his
phone. "... four minutes, it could be just me and you still here!"

"I doubt that." Roger said, then paused for a moment before standing back
up and adding. "Sir." And just like that, he was back to being the sub.

"Roger." Benny said, seeing the change in the man's demeanour.

"Yes Sir?" he responded immediately.

"When it's just us, do you think... you could just be you?" Benny
requested. "Sometimes I need a friend, more than I need a servant!"

Roger smiled, appeared to visibly relax and flopped down onto the sofa
beside Benny, relaxing back in the seat. "That's fine by me." he said
happily.

"Thanks." Benny said quietly, then leaned back against his friend. This was
one of the things he had been worrying about all night. He knew he needed a
friend, and Roger was the obvious choice, but the young man seemed to live
for his role as Benny's second-in-command. He had worried Roger may not be
able to accept a sudden change in their relationship, but now it was
done. It had been as simple as just saying that one sentence. He berated
himself inwardly for not doing it sooner.

The two sat together, staring up at the clock until the ten minute limit
the young master had set was up. "This is it then!" Benny said, standing
up.

Roger stood beside him and they headed for the door. "Everything will work
out, Sir." he said, already back in sub mode.

They opened the door and Benny intentionally avoided looking through the
gaps in the balcony railing as he walked round the hallway to the top of
the stairs. As he got there, he looked down and almost burst into
laughter. There stood his two generals, where had left them. To one side of
the room, eight of his nine live-in residents remained. On the other side,
five men stood lined up. Two of them had chosen to leave. He wanted to run
down and hug each and every one of them that remained.

He had been dreading this moment, thinking that every one of his boys would
want to get away from him. Yet here they stood. He had made it clear. If
they remained, they were his and this time by their own choice. Quentin
Trent, his teacher, managed to catch his eye, a smile spread across his
face as he saw Benny's obvious relief.

"Everyone..." he called out, getting a little choked up, "Thank you!" It
was all he could manage, especially as the gathered men burst into
applause. He was their master and they were his boys, each and every one of
them.

**********

Benny had been to see the three who had chosen to leave. He relieved the
two non-live-in boys of their chastity and then allowed them to
leave. Surprisingly, neither of them bore him any hostility, they simply
stated that the house was just a bit too much for them. One of them even
said he would consider coming back one day. Then he had spoken to
William. He had been the newest man to join the house and had been forced
to do so under threat of blackmail. He said his reasons for leaving were
much like the other two, having come to actually enjoy life in the house a
little, but deciding it wasn't really the life for him. Benny had wished
him well as he parted too.

With that part out of the way, Benny had thrown an impromptu party for
everyone who remained, a show of gratitude for their willing servitude.

All of the usual Monday night chores had been cancelled, food and drinks
were ordered in so nobody got lumbered with kitchen duty while the main
lounge filled with noise and cheerful celebration. Unusually, they had also
been allowed to wear clothes, something Benny normally banned entirely when
inside the house. It felt like a new start to all of them. Even the most
loyal of residents at the house had occasionally wondered if they might
leave, given the opportunity. Now that nagging thought had been addressed
and, ultimately, dismissed.

Benny himself had stayed away from most of the celebration. Whilst he was
as happy as the others, he felt like he had already shown enough of his
nicer side for the day and now sought to set himself aside as the dominant
master once again. Just because they all wanted to be there, that didn't
mean they wanted to serve a weak master.

"I can't believe you stayed!" Taro said to Quentin as the two of them stood
in a corner of the lounge.

"Honestly... neither can I." the man replied.

"Then why did you stay?" the younger man asked curiously.

Quentin shrugged. "Because I'd miss you too much, of course!"

"Fuck off." Taro laughed at the man's teasing. "But I'm glad you stayed,
place wouldn't be the same with you!"

Philip staggered towards them, catching his foot on the leg of a coffee
table and stumbling face first into Taro's chest. He grinned at the boy as
he stood up, still clinging to him. "Hey sexy." he slurred.

"Wow, how drunk are you?" Quentin chuckled.

"I don't know... the exact measurement..." Philip giggled. "But I think it
might be... very!"

"Yeah, we kinda guessed that." Taro said, nudging him away gently, watching
him sway as he tried to stand.

"Who wants to come downstairs and play with me? I'm feeling so fucking
horny!" Philip laughed, grabbing his already-obvious erection.

"Yeah, we kinda guessed that too." Taro replied, smirking at his friend's
inebriation.

"Come on. Come and fuck me with that big Japanesey cock!" Philip jeered.

"Japanesey?" Taro said, raising an eyebrow.

"At least he said 'big'." Quentin added with a smirk.

"Ugh, you guys are no fun. I'm going!" Philip said, then staggered back
across the room as they watched in amusement. He headed out of the lounge
into the atrium, staggering towards the stairs down to the
basement. Stopping to lean on the banisters for the main staircase, he
looked across and saw a light on in Benny's private lounge. He thought back
to the questioning he had received from his master that morning and somehow
the idea formed in his head to go and speak to him again.

He wobbled his way across the rest of the large open area and almost
slammed into the door as he got there. It opened and he tumbled to the
ground. He looked up and saw a very unhappy-looking Benny staring down at
him.

"Hello Sir!" he slurred with a giggle.

"You know you're not allowed in here without permission." Benny snapped.

Philip stayed on the floor, looking up, fighting back more giggles and
said, "I'm not in there, I'm down here!"

Benny did his best not to laugh at the man's drunken logic, stifling a
grin. "You're drunk!" he said accusingly.

"And you're hot!" Philip said back, laughing. He rolled onto his back, eyes
still fixed on the angry master standing over him.

Benny sighed. "What do you want, boy?" His temper was growing short.

"I want to be happy!" Philip replied with a cheesy grin.

Again Benny found himself unexpectedly entertained by the man's slurred
reply. "Okay, then what are you doing here, talking to me?"

"I want to make you happy!" Philip replied, not laughing this time.

Benny nudged him with a foot. "And how exactly are you going to do that
when you can't even stand up?"

Philip waved his hands above him, attempting to shrug but instead just
looking like he was swatting at imaginary flies. "I don't need to stand up
to let you fuck me. I can do that right here!"

"You want me to fuck you?" Benny asked, kneeling down beside the laying
man.

"That depends."

"On what?" Benny asked, annoyed that he was letting the man draw him in.

"On whether that would make you happy. You're my master, master! I'm here
for your pleasure." Philip now sounded completely serious. Totally drunk,
but serious none-the-less. Benny stared at him for a few moments, then
stood and closed the door, nudging the man's legs aside.

"Stand up, boy!" Benny snapped as soon as the door was closed.

Philip rolled over and pushed himself up, attempting to stand but ending up
staggering and stumbling to the floor again. "Well that's one punishment
you're due for not following an order." Benny said
firmly. "Now... stand... up!"

Philip tried again, this time holding onto the back of the chair beside
him. With its support, he managed to climb to his feet, smiling at his
ability to comply with his master's order. Smiling stupidly, he asked, "Did
I do well, Sir?"

Benny was finding it increasingly difficult to remain the strict master,
the drunken man was just so utterly adorable that he just wanted to hold
him. He resisted though, forcing a straight face and saying, "Yes, boy, I'm
impressed. Now... take off your clothes. I'll be right back."

Benny left the room and sniggered to himself as he heard a loud thud,
presumably Philip either falling or at least stumbling in his attempt to
disrobe. He headed into the kitchen, nodding polite greetings to Malik and
Wesley, two of his generals, as he passed them. The young master grabbed a
bottle of vodka and a shot glass then headed back to his private lounge.

As he walked in, he saw Philip sitting on the floor naked. He was impressed
that he had managed to strip, but wasn't surprised to find him not still
standing. "Did I say you could sit down, boy?" he demanded, watching as the
man climbed back onto his feet, wobbling.

"I'm sorry Sir." he slurred back.

"Well that's two times you've not done as you're told." Benny said. He
placed down the shot glass, pulled the top off of the bottle and filled the
glass, then handed it to Philip. "Drink it!" he snapped. The man obeyed,
then offered the glass back. Benny filled it again and, at his order,
Philip downed it again.

"Disobey me or disappoint me again, boy, and you'll get more shots. The
more shots you have, the harder you'll find this, so don't disobey
me. Understood." Benny explained.

Philip's glazed expression implied he had not understood, but he nodded
anyway.

"Good, now follow me, boy." Benny ordered. He started walking around the
room. Philip staggered after him, stumbling into things, the two extra
shots making him even unsteadier on his feet. Benny weaved round the
various items of furniture and smirked as his slave attempted to follow,
gradually falling further and further behind. "Keep up, boy!" he shouted.

"Yes Sir." Philip called back and attempted to speed up, but in the process
tripped over his own foot and fell head first into the sofa. Benny came and
stood over him, his eyes struggling to focus. He held out the shot glass
again and waited for Philip to sit up, before handing it to him. He downed
it and returned the glass. "I'm sss.... sssorry... Sir." he whimpered.

"It's okay boy, I have a new order for you. Now you just have to sit there,
but you are NOT allowed to get hard. Understand?" Benny snapped, sitting
down beside him.

Philip nodded back, or attempted to nod, his head movements looking more
like a bobblehead on the dashboard of a moving car. Benny placed his hand
on the middle of the man's chest, enjoying the feeling of hair between his
fingers, then slid it across to caress a nipple. He heard Philip moaning at
his touch and reminded him, "No getting hard, or you'll be punished!"

"Yesss.... Sir." Philip moaned.

Benny continued his teasing of the man's body, taking it a step further and
kissing his shoulder then licking his way up the man's neck to his ear. He
looked down and saw the man's cock beginning to swell. He continued teasing
just long enough for the growing dick to reach full length, then stopped
and swiped at it, slapping the shaft sharply the tips of his fingers.

Philip yelled out in pain, but whimpered with pleasure at the same time. He
was given another shot to down.

"What good are you, boy? You can't even follow a simple order, can you?"
Benny taunted him.

"I'm... I'm sorry Sir... you just... make me hard!" Philip slurred back at
him, looking round at his master with heavy eyes.

"Stand up." Benny said sharply, jumping to his feet.

Philip struggled a little, bit just about managed it.

"Okay boy, one last order. Stand on one foot, pat your head and rub your
stomach." Benny sniggered to himself, knowing exactly what was going to
happen.

Philip raised his hands as if trying to figure out what direction was his
head and which was his stomach. Before he could figure it out, he raised a
foot, complying with the third part of the order and ended up toppling back
onto the sofa again, ending up laying on his side. Before Benny could say
anything, the man started to cry. "I'm sorry Sir." he mumbled. "I want to
do what you want but I can't do it even though I want to and I really want
to obey you but I can't. Please don't be angry, I don't want to disappoint
you. I'm sorry."

Benny knelt down and stroked his fingers through the man's hair, then
kissed him gently on the forehead. "Shh, it's okay boy. You haven't
disappointed me. I just needed you to learn what happens when you come in
here uninvited. Do you understand now?"

"Yes Sir." the man sniffed, enjoying his master's touch as the fingers
continued to play with his hair.

"Good. Now promise you won't do it again and I'll give you a little
reward." Benny said sweetly, sliding his hand down onto the man's cheek.

"I promise Sir. I'll... I'll never do it again." he said as eagerly as he
could manage in his barely-conscious state.

"That's my boy. Now sit up." Benny ordered, helping him to do it. He
stepped back and pulled off his own jeans and underwear, grabbed a small
bottle of lube from a drawer and applied some to the man's still-solid
shaft, making him moan as he felt the young slender fingers on his tool.

Benny straddled him, then lowered himself onto the man's erection. Philip
gasped as he felt the boy's hole stretch around his stiffness. "Oh, Sir."
he moaned happily.

The master lifted himself and slid back down, over and over until Philip
whimpered with excitement, filling his rear with his jizz. He kissed the
man on his lips then whispered in his ear, "Good boy." He grabbed the man's
legs and lifted them, applied some lube to his own cock and then pushed
firmly into the man's exposed hole.

"Sir, ah, Sir, that feels amazing!" Philip moaned happily, eyes struggling
to focus on the boy.

Benny found the man's moans so exhilarating, making him thrust harder and
harder. "Do you love me boy?" he demanded as he pounded away.

"Yes, yes Sir, I love my master." Philip moaned happily.

Benny smiled at the response. He could see from the contented smile on the
man's face that he meant every word. It was enough to push him over the
edge and he stopped fucking as his cock shot a hefty load. He leant forward
and kissed the man, then slid off of his softening cock and snapped. "Get
out!"

Philip climbed onto his feet and staggered away, not even bothering to pick
up his clothes, leaving Benny in peace once again.

He soon found himself being interrupted again though as there soon came a
knock on the door. 'If that's him again, I'm gonna have to get mean!' Benny
thought to himself before calling out, "Come in!"

The door opened and Roger walked in. "Are you okay? I just saw Philip come
out of here. I didn't know you were... using anyone tonight."

Benny smiled at the man's concern. "I'm fine. I just had to teach him a
lesson about privacy. How's the party going?"

"You know what the guys are like. Put a few drinks in them and they're all
over each other. Most of them have already gone downstairs to use the
facilities or headed to bed together." Roger explained.

"Good." Benny said with a smile. "I wanted them to have some fun."

"Sir." Roger started, then Benny looked at him, eyebrows raised and the
earlier conversation came rushing back to him. "Sorry, I mean, Benny..."
the boy smiled at his self-correction. "You did a good thing here
today. I'm... I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks." Benny replied happily, finally allowing himself to feel a surge
of relief at knowing he had done the right thing.

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INFO

Due to the large cast, and mostly new characters, I will be including a
brief summary at the end of each chapter of the characters involved so
far. If you ever need a reminder when starting a new chapter, just refer
back to this to refresh your memories.


Benny's House – The Occupants
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The Master
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Benny Harrison – 16 – Benny began his dominant lifestyle at the age
of 14, taking control of his babysitter. After that ended, he began
exploring the life of a Dom further, eventually getting more and more men
under his control. At sixteen he moved into a house he had bought with
money earned through blackmail. Despite a recent crisis of conscience,
Benny is very much the man in charge and now seeks to run his house in a
safe and enjoyable way for the men under his influence.


The Generals
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Roger Jenkinson – 20 – Roger is one of Benny's longest-serving subs
and acts as his second-in-command, holding authority over the other
Generals as well as the Boys. Not much is yet known about his past before
meeting Benny. He is a very large man and excels at intimidation and
humiliation.

Wesley Thompson – 24 – After Roger, Wesley is the longest-serving
General in the house. In many ways he is Roger's opposite, appearing kind
and compassionate with the Boys, making him very popular with them. That
doesn't mean he's a pushover though. When it comes to being a Dom, he means
business!

Malik Mahmood – 22 – Malik has been in the house for a few months and
has quickly settled into his role as a General, taking great pleasure in
pushing the Boys to their limits with his impressive edging and teasing
skills.


The Boys
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Dorm One
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Quentin Trent – 35 – Quentin is one of the few residents of the house
who actually has any contact with Benny outside of the place as he is a
teacher at Benny's school. He was originally living in the house under
threat of blackmail, but now stays of his own free will, happy to serve. As
the oldest occupant of Dorm One, he tends to take on the role of protector
and carer for the other Boys in his room.

Philip Bennett – 25 – Philip is one of the newer boys at the house
and is still in the process of settling in. He has become close friends
with Quentin and Taro but has not gotten to know many others.

Taro Hayashi – 19 – Has been living the Sub life for several years
already, despite his young age and is happy to have found a place to enjoy
it safely with Benny. He is assertive when he needs to be, but has a kind
heart which makes him popular amongst the other Boys.


Others
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Alex Stafford – 18 – Alex knows Benny from before he started the
house, having played a part in the events of Summer 2012 which set Benny
down his current course. He is a natural Dom and seems to have a truly
vindictive streak. He is currently undergoing the mandatory training to
join the house as a new General.