Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 14:59:19 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Benny's House - Chapter 10

Author's Note: Sorry for keeping you waiting for this chapter, hopefully
the next few will follow a little sooner. I love to hear from my readers,
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Benny's House

Chapter 10 – Talking, Stalking, and Classroom Gawking

by Matt


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From the diary of Benny Harrison

Thursday 12th February 2015

So, today was actually a good day. I know, I didn't think they actually
happened any more! I'm not saying everything's perfect because it's far
from it, but compared to some of the crap we've had going on lately, I'm
happy with it. Also, as of today all the competition prizes are done and
out of the way. All that's left is the punishment for the losing team. I
might save that for the gathering on Saturday, it'll give us something fun
to do (well, most of us anyway lol)

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For once, Benny awoke alone. He had been so worn out from attempting to
mediate the renewed Wesley/Charlie and Alex/Zane conflicts the previous
night that he didn't even bother picking anyone to join him. He had managed
to calm things down a little between the twins. It hadn't been easy, but he
understood the situation which made it easier to work with.

Alex and Zane though, those two just seemed to have fallen out over
nothing. Benny simply couldn't understand the problem. The two of them had
seemed quite close, albeit briefly, but then it had just fallen apart and
they were back to petty bickering. Quentin had done his best to control it,
but both eighteen-year-olds were so ridiculously wilful and stubborn that
neither of them wanted to back down, so their disagreement continued.

As Benny lay in bed thinking about the various issues, there came a knock
at the door. "Come in." Benny called out as he sat up.

"Morning Sir." Charlie said as he entered with the breakfast tray.

Benny found himself grinning as he saw it was Charlie. Their evening
together on Monday had definitely made it easier for Benny to speak to the
beautiful young man. His heart still pounded as he stared into those
stunning eyes, but he no longer found himself stunned into silence by his
mere presence. "Morning Charlie." Benny replied happily. He gestured to the
bedside table beside him and said, "Just stick it there then have a seat."

"Oh, okay." Charlie said. He had expected to just place the tray down and
leave, so being asked to sit caught him a little by surprise. He did as
instructed, making himself comfortable at the foot of the bed.

"So how are things with Wesley? Did you talk more after I left you two
alone last night?" Benny asked.

Charlie nodded and smiled weakly. "Yeah, we talked. Things are
still.... tough. He's pretty pissed and I can totally understand why. I
mean... everything that happened to him is my fault after all."

Benny nodded his understanding. As he stared at the older man, he could see
how much it was upsetting him. For a while it had seemed like the two
brothers might actually reconcile, so to get that close and then have it
snatched away again must have been quite hard. Benny held out his arms to
Charlie, remembering how much he had liked being held when they had shared
their night together.

"Thanks, but I'm okay." Charlie insisted, shaking his head dismissively.

"No you're not." Benny replied, seeing through the poor attempt at bravado
instantly. "Come here." He insisted.

Charlie smiled and crawled along the bed into his Master's arms. "Thank
you." he whispered as the two of them lay back, cuddling.

"It's okay. We'll get you guys through it, I promise." Benny reassured him.

**********

Roger had been busy during the day while the residents of the house were at
work/school/college. The Sofas and coffee tables in the main lounge had all
been moved to one end of the room. The space had then been filled with rows
of tables and chairs, with a larger table at the front.

As everyone started to arrive home, they were advised of the role play
scenario they would be helping to play out as part of Quentin's prize and
were sent one-by-one to the makeshift 'classroom' Roger had set up. They
had decided to do it as an extra activity straight after everyone arrived
home in order to avoid disrupting the evening's usual schedule.

Benny was most excited when he got home and dashed into the lounge to take
a seat on one of the front row desks. He couldn't help smirking at the
seats everyone else seemed to be choosing as it was exactly the same as in
his actual school – the naughtier, more disruptive ones had been drawn
to the back row, while the better behaved ones had filled up from the
front.

Pretty soon, everyone except Quentin and Roger were in room. Even Malik and
Wesley were joining in with the eleven other Boys. Benny couldn't help
picking up on some of the tensions in the room, but fortunately Alex and
Zane had sat far enough apart to avoid any potential conflict, the same for
Charlie and Wesley.

Quentin, last to arrive home as usual, looked terrified as he walked into
the room. It was understandable really. The entire house had disrupted
their lives just to help play out his personal fantasy, which really piled
on the pressure.

"Good afternoon, class." Quentin said quietly, barely audible over the din
of the various conversations and misbehaviour. Some of the Boys really had
gotten into the spirit and seemed to be intentionally acting like petulant
teens.

Quentin scowled at the class, getting a chuckle from Benny. He cleared his
throat and called out loudly. "Quiet please."

The conversations suddenly died down and every eye turned on the nervous
teacher.

"That's better. Now, I said good afternoon class." Quentin repeated,
seeming to build up a little more confidence.

"Good afternoon Mr Trent." Most of the Boys called back.

"Okay, today we're going to be looking at the outbreak of World War Two so
if you could all turn to chapter 13." He said, still looking a little
shaky.

Benny considered letting the normal classroom activity go on for a while,
if only to build the man's nervousness, but the young Master was simply too
keen to get going. "Ugh, that crap's so fucking boring, I think we should
do something more fun!"

"Mr Harrison!" Quentin snapped firmly. "That kind of language is
unacceptable and you will study what I tell you to study, is that
understood?"

There was a collective intake of breath. Everyone knew it was just pretend,
but for anyone to speak to Benny so harshly still seemed unnatural.... and
unwise!

"No, that's not understood!" Benny said, standing up from his chair. "And
I'll fucking use and fucking language I fucking like! Is THAT understood?"
Benny had walked forward and was now face-to-face with the teacher, the
smaller teen looking up sternly at him.

"Mr Harrison.... take your seat!" Quentin said, his tone sharp but shaky.

"No Mr Trent I won't take my seat, but I'll take that tie, please." Benny
said with a smile.

"What?" Quentin asked, taking a step back. It was accompanied by a chuckle
from the class.

"The tie. Take it off." Benny reiterated.

"No." Quentin objected.

"Take it off." Benny growled. "Or I will!"

Quentin looked round nervously at the class, gulped, then reached up and
slowly undid the tie. Once it was undone, he pulled one and making it slide
out from under his collar and handed it to Benny.

"Good." Benny said, taking it. "Now the shirt!"

"I.... I'm... I...." Quentin stuttered, once again looking at the dozens of
eyes staring at him.

"Just fucking do it!" Benny snarled.

"Yes Sir." Quentin replied, suddenly turning pale as he realised what he
had said in front of his students. It got a new round of chuckles and
titters as the spectators started to whisper to each other.

Quentin quickly undid the buttons down the front of his shirt, then on the
cuffs and pulled the shirt off, handing it to Benny too. It was strange. He
spent every day naked in front of all these people, yet somehow standing
there topless in front of them all he felt uncomfortably exposed and began
to blush.

"Trousers!" Benny said flatly.

The embarrassed teacher glanced quickly at the crowd again, but soon looked
away, staring down at the ground as he kicked off his shoes and started to
undo his belt. A few moments later, he was standing in just his underwear
and socks, passing his discarded clothing to the boy in front of him. He
could hear everyone talking, analysing his body, laughing at the bulge from
his painfully-obvious erection. He found himself momentarily regretting
requesting this scenario as a new wave of humiliation flooded through him,
but it soon passed when he realised just how turned on he was by it.

"And them." Benny said, pointing to the straining briefs.

"No, please." Quentin begged weakly.

Benny's eyes narrowed for a moment before he looked to Malik and Wesley who
had also sat on the front row. The two Generals understood Benny's gestures
and jumped up from their seats. Malik grabbed Quentin's arms and held them
behind him, while Wesley took hold of the underwear and yanked it down. The
blushing teacher's cock sprung free and bobbed about in front of him,
accompanied by cheers and hollers from the rest of the students. He
instinctively covered up quickly.

Benny swiped the hands away and growled, "Cover up again and I'll make this
a LOT worse for you."

Quentin looked visibly shaken at the threat and dropped his hands to his
sides, getting renewed cheers from the spectators.

Benny gestured for Malik and Wesley to retake their seats, then did the
same before looking to Quentin and ordering, "Sit on your desk and start
jerking."

Quentin nodded, still looking a little disturbed. He was either doing an
excellent job of playing along or had simply got so caught up in it that
his expression was genuine. He hoisted himself up onto the desk, then
grabbed his cock and started jerking as instructed, his eyes fixed on the
ground.

"No, none of that. Eyes on us!" Benny said wickedly.

Blushing profusely, the humiliated teacher eyes raised and started scanning
back and forth across his class. He felt his cock twitch in his hand from
the extra humiliation. It didn't take long before his pleasured grunts made
it obvious he was close to release.

"Okay, stop now." Benny called out. "Now lay back and raise your legs in
the air."

Quentin did as instructed, reaching down to pull his arse cheeks apart
following a further instruction from his master, revealing his hole to the
gathered spectators.

"Okay, who wants to fuck that?" Benny asked with a grin, turning to purvey
the others.

A few hands shot into the air, but Alex was clearly the most keen. Benny
gestured for him to go up to the desk, calling after him, "I believe he
keeps a little lube under his desk." Roger had put it there earlier in
preparation for the inevitable at Benny's request.

Alex stripped on his way to the front, without any instruction to do do,
then eagerly grabbed the bottle, squeezed some out and stroked it onto his
erection. With absolutely no attempt at gentleness, he thrust straight
inside the teacher. Alex looked round at the crowd as he heard a round of
titters and chuckles at the man's grunt. Grinning back at them, Alex pulled
the teacher round so that he was side on to the class, giving them all a
better view.

The rough fuck soon had Quentin yelling out in a mix of pleasure and pain
(although based on his expression, mostly pleasure).

"Ugh, someone needs to shut him up. He needs a cock in his mouth." Benny
called out. Hands immediately raised again, but Benny had another idea. His
eyes fell on Zane. "Go on." He urged the new Boy.

Zane looked nervously at Alex, then back to Benny who just stared back
blankly.

For once, Benny was intending to use the personal issues to his own
benefit. Having two guys who were arguing at either end of the embarrassed
teacher was likely to result in a more aggressive spit roast. He felt a
little guilty about putting the new Boy in that situation, but he figured
if they were both going to be doing things in the house, they would simply
have to get used to getting past any issues they had.

Zane nervously climbed up onto the desk. Unlike Alex, he didn't strip,
instead he just undid his jeans, pulled down the waistband of his underwear
and fished out his own straining cock. He straddled the man's head then fed
the rigid meat into his mouth. Gradually his eyes worked down Quentin's
body, then onto Alex, working up until he and the other eighteen-year-old's
eyes met.

They continued fucking either end of Quentin, who groaned his approval. A
slight smirk spread across Alex's face, soon mirrored by Zane. Alex's smirk
changed to a smile, so did Zane's, then they became grins before they both
burst into laughter.

Wesley looked at Benny on confusion. "What's up with them?" he asked
quietly.

Benny simply shook his head. "No fucking idea, I've given up trying to
figure those two out."

Wesley sniggered at the response and returned to watching, groping at his
own erection, much like the rest of the spectators... except Malik whose
caged cock was probably getting quite uncomfortable.

"Ah, aaaah, fuuuuuck." Alex called out as he shot a load inside the
besieged teacher.

Zane followed soon after, pumping a load down the man's throat. Still
smirking at Alex, the two fist-bumped then pulled out and headed back
towards the desks.

"Who's next?" Alex asked, winking at Benny as he passed on the way back to
his seat.

"Volunteers?" Benny asked, looking round once more. From the crowd, he
picked Wesley to fuck Quentin's rear while instructing David to take the
other end. Wesley and David often did things together, but it normally
involved Wesley inflicting pain and David (happily) enduring it. He figured
it would make a nice change to see them doing something different together.

Wesley dropped his trousers and underwear before lubing up. Benny had
noticed that the General often liked to keep his top half covered when
given the opportunity. Despite his attractive, slim body and obvious
confidence, he seemed to prefer to keep the scars on his back
concealed. David had no such qualms, immediately removing all of his
clothing before climbing onto the desk to emulate Zane's performance.

Benny watched the two of them as they fucked either end of Quentin. It was
a lot more gentle than Alex and Zane had been, but the naked teacher
clearly seemed to be enjoying it based on the precum oozing from his
cock. The young Master couldn't help noticing that the the chemistry the
two shared seemed to apply to just about anything they did together. The
way David looked longingly at Wesley was quite endearing. It was the way he
wanted all the Boys in the house to look at the their masters.

When the two of them finished off, they dismounted and headed back to the
desks, leaving Quentin panting, sweating a sticky as they had both pulled
out to cum over his body, shooting almost simultaneously.

"No more. Please." Quentin begged weakly.

"No more?" Benny said with a sneer. "Now that wouldn't be fair, I
mean... who else still wants a go?"

Several hands raised. Not everyone wanted a go, obviously enjoying watching
the humiliation rather than being part of it, but there were enough to keep
Quentin going for a little while longer. The fucking continued, with
several others taking their turns, culminating in Benny's turn. He moved
Quentin around the desk, then bent him over to face the class, fucking him
from behind while keeping the exhausted teacher staring at his class.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum!" Quentin moaned as Benny fucked him. His
battered prostate had finally had enough and pushed him over the edge.

Benny pulled him up into a standing position, reached around and gave the
teacher's cock a single stroke, releasing several thick ropes of cum across
the already splattered desk.

"Aaaaaah, fuck, YESSSS!" Quentin called out as he ejaculated.

The man had barely finished cumming before Benny pulled out and pushed down
on his shoulders, forcing him into a kneeling position. A few strokes
later, he was shooting his load over Quentin's face to cheers from the
crowd.

Gesturing triumphantly, Benny returned to his seat. "Good class, thanks Mr
Trent." he called out with a smirk.

Panting, exhausted, sweaty and sticky the man looked at his class, his
cheeks bright red. "Class... dismissed." he grunted.

Everyone got up and dashed for the door, some flashing smiles at Quentin,
others calling out supportive comments. Finally, it was just Quentin and
Benny left.

"You enjoy that... Sir?" Benny taunted the man.

Still catching his breath and with spunk dripping down his face and chest,
Quentin nodded happily. "Fuck yes!"

"Good, you earned it." Benny said. "Now, you should probably go and clean
up. You can have the rest of the evening to recover, no duties tonight."

"Thanks Sir." Quentin replied, making his way slowly to the door, passing
Roger who was on his way in.

"I was going to ask how it was, but judging by the state Quentin was in, I
guess I don't need to." Roger chuckled as he approached Benny.

Benny laughed back and replied, "Yeah, it was fun." He reached down and
grabbed his clothes. "I'm gonna go shower. I gave Quentin the rest of the
night off as part of his prize."

"No problem, I'll get cleaned up in here." Roger said, gesturing to the
tables and chairs.

"Thanks, you're a star." Benny said happily as he headed out.

Roger quickly set about cleaning down the tables, particularly the front
one, with the cleaning supplies he had prepared earlier. Once they were
clean, he would start folding them down before putting them away. He had
only been going a couple of minutes though when he felt someone watching
him. He turned to the door and saw Zane standing there.

"Is there a problem?" Roger asked, a lot more curtly than he had intended.

Zane shook his head. "Nah, just though you might need a hand."

"Haven't you got other things to do?" Roger asked, curious about why the
Boy would volunteer to help.

"No, nothing until after dinner." Zane replied.

"Surely you must have something better to do with your time." Roger
insisted, folding his arms.

"Hey, it's my time, I do what I want with it." Zane replied, folding his
arms to mirror Roger's pose. "Now do you want my help or not?" He asked
sharply, then suddenly looked nervous and added, "Erm... I mean, do you
want my help.... Sir?"

Roger had to suppress a smile. He simply raised his eyebrows, shrugged as
he unfolded his arms and said, "You can do the chairs, just a couple at a
time. Don't need you having another asthma attack."

Zane simply shrugged off the comment and got to work folding the chairs,
although it was slow going as he spent more time staring at Roger than
doing actual work, something the large General didn't fail to notice. He
simply let it continue though, enjoying the attention.

**********

Wesley and Taro sat silently in the back of the taxi. The car had arrived
early, meaning they had both rushed out of the house without really getting
a chance to talk first. Wesley hadn't been told much, only that Taro had
requested to spend the evening with him. Benny had deliberately steered
clear of the word 'date' as he was still debating his position on in-house
dating.

"So... erm... where are we actually going?" Taro asked quietly.

"Benny picked out a restaurant for us. We're going there first." Wesley
replied.

"Oh." Taro replied, going quiet again and staring down at his hands. He
looked sideways as he saw Wesley's hand reach across to grab his own.

"Hey, don't look so nervous. This is your prize, remember. Enjoy it."
Wesley said with a warm smile.

Taro smiled back weakly.

Wesley didn't say anything else for the rest of the taxi ride. He mostly
just sat there trying to figure out the nineteen-year-old beside him. He
had been struggling to understand why Taro had picked this particular
activity for his prize, but nothing occurred to him.

When they arrived at the restaurant they went in and got shown straight to
their table. The maître-d advised them that Benny had already provided
his card to pay for their bill and given instructions that they were to
order whatever they wanted and there was already champagne waiting at the
table for them.

When they were finally alone, Taro looked round the room then smiled across
at Wesley. "Well this is nice, isn't it!"

"Yeah... yeah, it is." Wesley replied, surprised at the expense Benny had
obviously gone to.

They sat quietly discussing the menu until they finally picked what they
wanted and placed their order. As the waiter left the table, Wesley looked
at the younger man, tilting his head. "So what's up Taro?"

"With... what?" Taro asked shyly.

"With this." Wesley replied, gesturing around them. "With tonight, me and
you. Is this a date? Do you like me? Or is it something else? What's going
on?"

"Erm... I.... err..." Taro stuttered at the barrage of questions, turning
bright red.

"Sorry." Wesley apologised. "I didn't mean it to come out quite like
that. I was just wondering why me?"

Taro shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but
seems a bit silly now." He picked up his champagne flute, fixing his eyes
on the little bubbles rising to the surface.

"Hey." Wesley said, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "Come on,
tell me."

Taro took a deep breath. "Well, it's..." He paused, reluctant to continue
until Wesley nodded him on again. "I... I overheard Charlie telling Philip
about the stuff that happened when you were kids, the... the stuff your Dad
did."

"Oh." Wesley said, a little shocked. He pulled his hand away from Taro's,
sitting back in his seat.

"Oh God. Sorry, I... I shouldn't have..." Taro said, his fists clenching
nervously.

"No, it's okay, carry on. What about it? What do you want to know?" Wesley
asked.

Taro shook his head. "No, no, I didn't want to ask anything, it's just... I
thought... because of the stuff you went through, you might
understand... about...." His voice trailed off.

"Taro." Wesley said, leaning forward again. He rested his elbows on the
table, propping his chin up on his hands. "Understand what? Did your
Dad... hurt you too?"

Taro sighed again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He shook his
head. "It... wasn't my Dad."

"Who..." Wesley started, staring at Taro sympathetically.

"My last master." Taro replied quickly, a tear forming in the corner of his
eye.

Wesley grabbed his hand once again. "So you wanted to talk to someone about
it and you thought I'd get it because I've been hurt too?"

Taro nodded slowly.

"You little idiot." Wesley chuckled. "You know you can talk to me, or any
of us, any time. You didn't need to wait for something like this. You know
we all care about you."

"I know, it's just... I dunno, I told you it was a stupid idea." Taro said,
smiling weakly again.

"Yeah, but at least we get a nice evening out of it!" Wesley joked, getting
a slight smirk from Taro. "So, you wanna tell me about him then? I assumed
it wasn't like it is at the house?"

Taro shook his head. "Oh God, no. It was just me and him in his house."
Taro started. "It was... okay at first. Just sex and a few occasional
tasks, house stuff, that sort of thing. But then, gradually.... it kinda
changed. He used to set me impossible tasks then punish me really harshly
for failing."

"How harshly?" Wesley asked, feeling Taro's hand squeezing his own.

Taro couldn't reply, he just sat silently holding Wesley's hand as a tear
ran down his cheek.

"Hey, why don't we continue this later. For now, let's just enjoy your
evening, okay?" Wesley suggested.

The younger man reached up and wiped the tear away, sniffed, then
smiled. Nodding, he replied, "Yeah, good idea." He grabbed his champagne
glass and raised it. "Cheers."

"Cheers." Wesley said back, clinking his own glass against Taro's.

**********

Malik was exhausted. With Wesley out for the evening, he had been given
more Boys than usual to put through their paces for the evening. He headed
for the Generals' Lounge, looking forward to sitting down... it had been a
long day. He was more than a little surprised when he walked into the room
and found Benny sitting on the sofa.

"Hi... Sir." he said cautiously as he approached.

"Hi Malik." Benny grinned back before looking down at his hand.

Malik's eyes widened as he saw a key sitting there in the palm of Benny's
hand. "Is that..." he started, stopping dead in his tracks.

Benny nodded, smirking at the young man's reaction.

"Are you going to..." Malik started, still unable to finish a sentence.

"Would you like to cum?" Benny asked casually, already knowing the answer.

Malik stepped closer. "Yes, yes, fuck, oh God, yes, so much!" He blurted
out desperately. It had now been a week since Benny out the chastity cage
on him. Even before he coming to the house, Malik would never have managed
to go a week without cumming. Since his first orgasm, the longest he had
ever managed before was a day, and even that was a struggle.

Being in the house made it worse. He spent his spare time teasing and
playing with other guys, making them cum, making them beg for it, all the
things that really turned him on. Going through all of that on a daily
basis while being deprived of release had been outright torture.

"Please, please let me Sir. Please, I'll do anything!" Malik said, dropping
to his knees, literally begging.

"But... you'll do anything I tell you anyway, won't you?" Benny asked,
faking a look of confusion.

Dismay spread across Malik's face as he realised Benny was right. He had
literally nothing to offer so the only hope he had was that Benny was
feeling merciful. "Yes, I will Sir." he replied dejectedly. "Anything."

Benny grinned. "Good boy." He gestured for Malik to come closer, then
patted the seat beside him, making the young man sit. "So have you enjoyed
this week?" Benny asked quietly.

Malik immediately shook his head.

"Really?" Benny asked, looking hurt. "But last week you said you liked it
when I was mean."

"I did, but..." Malik stuttered.

"But what? Were you lying? Did you lie to your Master? Don't you actually
like it when I'm mean?" Benny asked, stroking his fingers gently up and
down the fine, dark hairs of Malik's bare forearm.

Malik gasped at the boy's touch. He may have been used to being in the
house, but he still couldn't get used to Benny. The young teen seemed to
have an almost magic ability to seduce, to inflict the greatest levels of
pleasure with seemingly little effort. Right then, the stroke of the boy's
fingers sent shudders through him more intense than the best blow job.

"N... n.... no Sir." Malik stuttered, trembling slightly. "I didn't lie to
you. I do like it."

"So... that would mean that you... did enjoy this week?" Benny asked in the
most leading way he could manage.

Between the cock beginning to swell in the chastity cage and the ripples of
pleasure from Benny's ongoing touch, Malik was finding it increasingly hard
to concentrate. "I... I guess... yeah... I must have enjoyed it." He
sounded confused by his own words.

"So you like when I'm mean and you liked being locked up." Benny mused,
sliding his fingers higher, his hand disappearing up the sleeve of Malik's
t-shirt, caressing bicep, then shoulder.

"Y... yes." Malik gasped.

Benny suddenly jumped sideways, spinning as he did so and straddling
Malik's lap. He pulled his hand out from the sleeve and grabbed at the hem
of the t-shirt, quickly lifting it and pulling it off over the confused
General's head. Malik's arms flopped down to his sides as he gulped,
finding himself staring straight into Benny's eyes.

The younger boy reached forward and placed both hands flatly onto Malik's
chest before starting to slide them around, watching the hairs move much as
they had on his arm. At the same time, he ground his butt into Malik's
crotch, revelling in the feel of the metal device depriving him of his full
erection.

"Oh fuck." Malik muttered.

"Now I like to keep my Boys happy, Malik. You know that, don't you?" Benny
asked as his hands continued to explore the firm, slim torso.

"Yes." Malik whimpered as he felt fingers on his right nipple.

Benny leaned forward, whispering into the young man's ear. "So if you liked
being locked up, then that's probably how you should remain if I want to
keep you happy, right?" Before Malik could answer, the young Master took
Malik's ear between his lips, nibbling it gently and licking it.

"Yes!" Malik moaned in response to Benny's lips before he realised what
Benny was actually saying. "Wait, no, please Sir."

"Please, what?" Benny asked, sitting back and frowning.

"Please unlock me. I need to cum Sir. I need it so much. Please." Malik
begged.

Benny shook his head. "But that would be nice and you only like it when I'm
mean." Benny teased.

"I like it when you're mean, but I like it when you're nice too. That's why
I love you, Sir, because you can be nice or mean and I still enjoy serving
you." Malik blurted out without thinking.

Benny's expression softened momentarily, before he forced himself to
continue staring sternly. Malik had accidentally found one of Benny's
biggest weaknesses. He wanted his Boys to love him, so hearing Malik say it
had felt incredible, but he couldn't let it show. That was the sort of
information that, if it got out, could completely undermine his
authority. He knew instantly that he was going to relent, that he was going
to show Malik the mercy his patience had clearly earned, but he couldn't
make it too obvious.

"Hmm, I don't know. I was actually thinking that maybe another week would
do the trick." Benny mused aloud.

The look on Malik's face was heartbreaking. He actually believed that might
be what Benny would do. He looked like he was about ready to cry, but
managed to hold it back.

"I'll do whatever you tell me, Sir." Malik said weakly, resigned to the
prospect of another week without cumming.

Benny had to suppress another smile. It impressed him that, despite his
obvious desperation, Malik was willing to follow whatever order he was
given, regardless of what he wanted personally. It still amazed him that
someone who could so easily act as a Dom for the boys could also perform so
well as a Sub too. It was a trait shared by the other Generals, Roger and
Wesley. It made Benny wonder for a moment whether the same would be true of
Alex.

He pushed the thoughts of his new General aside as he stood up. "Stand." He
ordered.

Malik immediately obeyed, still looking on the verge of tears. He looked
down in confusion as Benny reached out and undid the jeans, pushing them
down along with Malik's boxers. As Benny reached out and grabbed the key he
had shown off earlier, he couldn't help noticing the glint of hope in the
young General's eyes.

"Sir?" Malik enquired hopefully as Benny reached for the lock.

The Master remained silent as he released the small padlock, then set about
removing the device. He heard a loud sigh of relief from Malik as the
device was removed. The young man's cock instantly swelled to full size.

Benny took a few steps away, then turned back to face his slave. "I'm going
to give you a choice, Malik. Two options. Option one, you can cum right now
and not have the cage back on or option two, you don't cum and the cage
goes back on for another week."

Malik chuckled. "Well, obviously..." he started, but Benny cut him off.

"But you should know, option one would make your Master very unhappy,
whereas option two would greatly please me." Benny added. He stared at the
young man, awaiting a reply.

"Y... you... I... erm..." Malik stuttered as the options played on his
mind. The hope in his eyes faded away and he looked ready to cry again as
he reached down for the discarded device, making his choice apparent.

Benny stepped forward and grabbed his hand. Malik stared at his Master,
frowning at the grin on his face.

"You'd really have it back on for a week, just to please me?" Benny asked,
smiling broadly, still holding onto Malik's hand.

"Yes Sir." Malik replied, slightly confused over what was happening.

Still smiling, Benny let go of Malik's hand and instead reached for his
erection. He started stroking slowly but it became obvious very quickly
that it wouldn't take long. Malik was moaning excitedly, his eyes wide,
mouth agape, legs wobbling.

"Oh shit, Sir..." Malik gasped. As the orgasm ripped through his body, his
wobbling legs gave way completely. He tumbled forward onto Benny. The
smaller teen was unable to support that young man's sudden weight and fell
backwards.

They collapsed to the floor together, Benny's hand managing to remain
firmly grasped around Malik's cock as it pumped out what felt like the
biggest load of his life. They both ended up laughing as they looked at
each other, tangled together on the floor, Malik's cum coating both his
body and Benny's clothing.

"I'm so sorry." Malik said through his laughter.

"It's okay." Benny chuckled back, finally releasing the spent cock.

They found themselves face-to-face as the laughter gradually
subsided. Benny wiped his hand on his shirt, then reached up and placed it
gently on Malik's cheek. "Thank you." he whispered quietly then smiled
sincerely. "You're so good and I'm really lucky to have you here."

Malik smiled back, then leaned his head forward to rest on Benny's chest,
whispering back, "I'm the lucky one."

It hadn't ended up quite how Benny had envisioned, but as he lay there
holding his Boy, he felt a glow of pride over the relationship they had
built. Annoyingly though, he found his mind wandering back onto Alex,
wondering whether his relationship with the new General would be quite as
strong.

**********

Taro and Wesley had done their best to chat as normal throughout their meal
and it wasn't until dessert arrived (accompanied by a third bottle of
champagne) that they ended up back on the depressing subject of their
abusive pasts.

"So how long were you with him?" Wesley asked before eating another
mouthful of cheesecake.

"Six months." Taro replied, poking at the lemon tart on his plate casually
with his fork. "I should have left after one."

Wesley swallowed and asked, "So why didn't you?"

"Partly because I thought that was just normal treatment for a sub." Taro
said back with a sigh.

The twenty-four-year-old swallowed as he stared at the younger man
analytically. "And the other part?" he asked, knowing Taro had left part
out.

The teen sighed again. "And I had nowhere else to go."

"You couldn't have gone home?" Wesley enquired, putting down his fork. The
dessert was delicious and he wanted to scoff the whole lot down, but the
conversation seemed more important.

Taro copied, placing down his cutlery and staring down at it to avoid
Wesley's gaze. He shook his head gently. "They wouldn't have me. My parents
kicked me out when I was fifteen."

Wesley felt a tightening in his chest. He had left his home voluntarily,
but he could definitely understand how it felt to be unwelcome in your own
home. He suspected he knew the reason why, too. "For... being gay?"

Nodding, Taro replied, "Yeah, I came out to them. I knew they'd have issues
with it, but I never expected the reaction I got."

"What happened? Did they hurt you too?" Wesley asked, leaning forward in
his seat.

"Not physically, but... it still hurt. I told them I was gay and then my
Dad said, and these were his exact words, 'You bring shame to our
family. Today I have no son. Leave my house.' And that was it, he showed me
to the door, made me leave and I never went back." Taro explained.

The tone of cold detachment was all-too-familiar to Wesley. It was the same
way he had sounded when explaining his past to Benny. It was the only way
to deal with it really, cutting yourself off from it and simply reciting
the facts. If he had allowed himself to actually feel the emotions that
came along with the tale, he would have simply broken down. Presumably Taro
was the same.

"That's... awful." Wesley said, fighting the wetness forming in his
eyes. "And then you went and ended up with the other guy too."

"There was some stuff in between, stuff on the streets, but..." Taro
started, but got choked up.

"It's okay." Wesley said, reaching forward to take both of Taro's hands. "I
understand."

They sat in silence for several moments, both resisting the overwhelming
sadness of their painful histories. Finally Wesley looked down and said,
"Hey, this cheesecake is fucking amazing, you've gotta try a bit."

Taro grinned, appreciating the subject change. He picked up his fork,
reached over and took a large piece of the cheesecake.

"Hey, I said try a bit, not half of it." Wesley snapped, pretending to look
serious, but unable to avoid smirking.

"Oh no, have I been a bad Boy, do I deserve a punishment?" Taro taunted
through his mouthful of cheesecake.

"That... I..." Wesley stuttered. "I don't know if... ya know.... with what
you've told me...."

Taro's head tilted to the side as he realised Wesley's reluctance. This
time it was his turn to reach across and take the other young man's
hand. "Hey, don't let all that crap affect what you do. You're my Master
now... one of them at least, and I trust you. I know you'd never hurt me."

Wesley smiled warmly at the kind comments.

"Well, you'll hurt me, that's what you do, but you know what I mean." Taro
added with a cheeky grin.

"In the case, yes, you've definitely earned yourself a spanking when we get
home." Wesley replied, squeezing the hand holding his own.

"Just a spanking? I clearly need to try harder!" Taro joked, reaching
across and taking more of Wesley's dessert, getting a jokingly-annoyed
expression in response.

**********

Roger was standing at the bottom of the stairs to the basement. He had
finished his evening activities ten minutes earlier, while Malik had
concluded before that. The Boys were all milling around, some getting ready
for bed, others engaging in their usual evening activities or just chatting
in their Dorms. He liked to keep an eye on the area just to ensure there
were no problems and his mere presence seemed to keep things under
control. He was definitely an imposing figure standing there like a silent
sentinel.

Once again he felt eyes on him. He peered round but saw nobody. A second
glance revealed a hint of movement in one of the doorways. "Zane?" he
enquired flatly as he saw the new Boy spying on him.

Zane stepped into full view, his hands attempting poorly to conceal a large
erection.

"What are you doing?" Roger demanded.

Zane shrugged, pursing his lips then replied, "Nothing."

"Were you watching me?" Roger asked, then smirked as he looked down at the
boner. "Watching me and playing with yourself?"

Zane scowled. "No!" He snapped angrily. "I was just.... standing there."
His attempts to lie were both transparent and amusing.

Roger did his best to keep a straight face. It was actually quite sweet
that the teen seemed to have developed a liking for the large General, but
Roger knew that sort of behaviour should be discouraged. "You know the
rules about cumming without permission, don't you?" he asked.

Zane's eyes dropped to the ground as he nodded slowly. "Yes Sir." he said
quietly, before adding, "Doesn't mean I can't play with it a bit though."
He smirked slightly. When hen heard no reply from Roger, he looked up and
saw the large man staring back at him unhappily. He immediately dropped his
hands to his sides. "Sorry Sir."

Roger sighed. "You really need to find something better to occupy your
evenings than stalking me." he said, only half-joking.

"I'm not stalking you!" Zane snapped unhappily, his gaze fixed firmly on
Roger as he frowned.

Roger simply stared back, the two remaining silent for a couple of minutes.

The stalemate was finally broken by a shout from Benny who was walking down
the stairs. "Roger, you down there?" he called out.

"Yes Sir. I'm here." Roger replied, reluctantly tearing his gaze from Zane
to look at the younger teen.

"Good. Do you know where Zane..." Benny started as he walked down, stopping
mid-sentence as he found himself coming face-to-face with the Boy he was
looking for.

"I'm here too, Sir." Zane replied sweetly with a smile, the slight
disagreement with Roger momentarily brushed aside.

Benny looked suspiciously back and forth between the two of them, smirking
slightly at Roger's expression. For the normally stone-faced young man to
show anything other than his normal neutrality was unusual. It seemed
Zane's tendency to be amusingly disruptive worked on anyone!

"Good, saves me looking for you." Benny said cheerfully. "Tonight, you
won't be sleeping in your Dorm. When you're ready for bed, come up to my
room." The young Master instructed.

"Yes Sir." Zane said excitedly. He had been looking forward to an evening
in the Dorm. He seemed to have made up with Alex and he was gradually
getting to know Quentin more and more, so it would have actually been a
pleasant night, but he would much rather spend another evening in the
Master's bed.

"I guess I'll leave you two to... whatever it was you were doing." Benny
said, turning to head back up the stairs, flashing Roger a cheeky grin as
he did so.

"No need, we're done." Zane insisted, turning to walk away towards his
Dorm.

Roger watched the Boy walk away. Despite his apparent annoyance at being
called a stalker, Zane couldn't help looking back and sneaking one more
look at Roger before disappearing into his room.

**********

Wesley and Taro staggered down the stairs to the basement. They had both
drunk quite a bit at the restaurant and, with neither of them really being
used to drinking that often, found themselves a little tipsy.

"Come on." Wesley said, leading Taro into one of the basement play
rooms. He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could then turned to
face the Boy. "Take your clothes off."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" Taro giggled back.

Wesley shook his head, but quickly started pulling his clothes off. Taro
followed and soon they were both naked, standing just a few feet apart. The
General, who had been chuckling quickly stopped as his eyes fell on Taro's
body. He stepped forward and placed a hand on the boy's chest, his fingers
tracing the outline of a small round scar a short way above his right
nipple.

"That's where he used to put out his cigarettes." Taro explained. He saw
Wesley wince in pain sympathetically. "It's okay, after he did a few in the
same place on the first day, it pretty much stopped hurting." He reached up
too, placing a hand on Wesley's arm, sliding it down until he felt the
slight raised bump of a scar.

"I got that one climbing out of a broken window to get away from a guy."
Wesley explained, looking down at the scar beneath Taro's fingers.

The sharing of their pain actually seemed to relieve the suddenly-returned
tension. Wesley moved his hand down Taro's body, finding another scar on
the teen's side. "What did he do?"

Taro's body tensed. "That was just... for fun." Taro said. "He used to like
cutting me with a knife just to see my face when I was in pain. Most of
them healed without scarring, but he got a bit carried away on that one."

"Oh my God." Wesley gasped. Imagining how Taro must have felt at the time
tied his stomach up in knots.

"Hey, it's not as bad as these." Taro said as he leant forward. His body
pressed against Wesley's as his hands reached round to stroke the large
scars on the General's back. He rested his head on Wesley's shoulder.

"Yeah." Wesley replied quietly. "They were pretty bad. This guy paid for an
hour with me and tied me up, then he pulled out a whip and started lashing
me with it. It hurt so much and I could feel when he started to draw blood,
but I was tied too securely, there was nothing I could do. I just had to
kneel there and take it."

Taro's arms squeezed tightly, now simply hugging Wesley rather than
touching his scars. "I'm so sorry." he whispered.

"Hey, it's not like it's your fault." Wesley replied. An angry thought
flashed through his mind, reminding him that it was effectively Charlie's
fault instead, but he tried not to think about it.

Wesley's hand had been pressed between their two bodies, but it began to
slide lower as Taro pulled away. It made its way onto Taro's erection,
stroking it gently. "Hey, no scars here." Wesley said with a weak smile.

"None here either." Taro replied, taking hold of Wesley's cock in the same
manner.

"I know I said you'd earned a punishment, but do you mind if... we don't do
that?" Wesley asked quietly.

"Fine with me." Taro replied, stroking Wesley's arm with his free hand.

The two of them stood staring at each other, gently jerking each other
off. The room was eerily quiet, but the peace was appreciated, allowing
them to focus on each other without interruption.

It was almost fifteen minutes before either of them spoke. "I think I'm
gonna cum." Taro said dreamily as Wesley's hand continued its slow
movements.

"Me too." Wesley replied.

They both sped up and moments later, both exploded. The orgasms were
unusually intense, the sort of thing they would normally feel after a
couple of hours of very vigorous activity. They both put it down to the
emotion of the evening and simply enjoyed it.

Covered in each other's jizz, their bodies came together again in another
hug which lasted for several seconds.

"Come on, let's go shower." Wesley suggested, partly to clean up, but also
to clear his head which remained fuzzy from the alcohol.

They headed out and went to the shower room. As expected that late, the
room was empty allowing them to wash each other down uninterrupted. Once
they were clean and dried off, they stood out in the hallway near the door
to Taro's Dorm.

"Thank you... for tonight, for listening." Taro said gratefully.

"It was my pleasure." Wesley replied. "But I meant what I said earlier. You
can talk to me any time, you don't need to save it for a special occasion."

"Thanks." The Boy replied. They remained motionless and silent for a few
moments before Taro finally leaned forward and pressed his lips against
Wesley's. The kiss was brief, but they both blushed as they pulled away. It
was clear that it was simply an expression of their affection, as
Master/Boy and as friends.

"G'night." Wesley smiled as he started backing away.

"Night." Taro said back happily before heading into his Dorm.

**********

Zane knocked on the door, grinning as he awaited for a reply from his
Master.

"Come in." Benny called out.

Zane opened the door, walked in and shut the door behind him, then stood to
attention awaiting instruction.

Benny gestured for the Boy to approach, watching as he walked slowly across
the room, coming to a stop in front of the sofa where Benny was sitting.

"Kneel down." Benny ordered.

Zane was still smiling, but looked a little confused as he saw the collar
sitting beside Benny on the seat. The collar he had worn for the first
couple of days had been removed and not mentioned since. He looked a little
unhappy as Benny grabbed it and started fastening it around his neck again.

Once the collar was on the Boy, Benny stood up and grabbed it, using it to
lead him across the room to a small pile of cushions on the floor beside
the radiator. "Sit." He ordered.

Zane was looking more and more unhappy. This was not what he had
expected. He watched in dismay as Benny grabbed a long chain that was
attached to a thick pipe going to the radiator. He attached the end of it
to the collar with a small padlock, then stood away.

"Okay, pup. You remember I told you there would be a punishment for what
you did on your first night. Well this is it!" Benny explained.

"But Sir..." Zane started, but Benny raised a hand to cut him off.

"No. Not another word." Benny said sharply. "I let you have your way
before, but that won't be happening again. This is your punishment and you
will do it. Every single word you say tonight will earn you another
punishment. So are you going to lay there quietly and go to sleep?"

The look of sadness in the Boy's eyes was heartbreaking, almost enough to
make the young Master relent, but he willed himself to stay strong. He
watched as Zane simply nodded slowly.

"Good Boy." Benny said, running his fingers through the Boy's hair.

Still looking sad, Zane curled up on the cushions, watching mournfully as
Benny headed across the room and got into bed. Without a word, he turned
off the light, plunging them both into darkness.

A few moments later, Benny heard movement, followed by the rattle of the
chain and finally a thud as the chain reached full length and pulled on the
pipe. He squinted through the darkness as just about managed to see that
Zane had moved as close to Benny as the chain would allow, but he had
remained silent as ordered.

'Don't give in.' Benny told himself. He wanted to release the Boy, to let
him back into his bed. He even briefly considered moving down onto the
floor and curling up with him but he knew he couldn't do it. This was
Zane's punishment after all, so he had to remain strong and enforce it.

It took a while, but eventually they both fell asleep.