Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2016 20:39:54 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Benny's House Chapter 16

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Benny's House

Chapter 16 – A Master's Duty

by Matt


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From the diary of Benny Harrison

Saturday 18th April 2015

Right, I can't put this off any more. Victor keeps nagging me to start
writing in my diary again, says it 'helps me organise my thoughts' or
something, so I need to get used to doing it again. Hmm, so what's been
happening since I last wrote? Well I broke up with Charlie, kicked Roger
out, had a total nervous breakdown then let Roger come back. But that's the
crappy stuff, I don't want to dwell on that!

So what's good then? Well like I said, Roger's back and after a slightly
rocky morning with Zane, they're back together. It took some convincing
though, that Boy can REALLY hold a grudge! He still won't talk to me,
unless I order him to and even then he's just so cold. I really thought
that letting Roger come back and letting them be together would buy me a
little forgiveness, but sadly not. Speaking of them being together, I've
not only relaxed the rules about relationships (they're allowed now, but I
have to be told) but I've also allowed them to spend a couple of nights a
week sleeping together.

I spoke to Charlie. Or rather, I tried to talk to him and just ended up
crying like a little girl. Seems like that's all I've done lately. It's
okay though, he did it too. He feels awful for hurting me. He kind of
insinuated that he wanted to get back together with me, but that's just not
happening. I think what I've learned from all of this is that I need to
just be the Master. Getting involved any more than that is just asking for
trouble. Besides, as much as it still makes me a little uneasy, I can't
help admitting how perfect Charlie and Philip are together.

This week has definitely been a lot nicer. Most of the Boys have been off
all week which was nice. After last week being so crap and so much of my
time being dedicated to Charlie and Zane, I decided to give everyone else a
little attention. Quentin, David, Abdul, Taro, Robert, Malik and Alex all
got some good one-on-one time with me. Considering its not that long since
I lost three of my Boys from not giving them enough attention, the last
thing I want is to lose any more.

I've also met up with Sam a few more times this week. It's safe to say that
he took the advice I gave him previously and really put it into practice,
from what he says. I guess I'll find out for sure as I'm meeting up with
him this afternoon.

Last week's gathering was a bit weird. Roger had only just got back and
everyone was still a little on edge, so everything was just a little
bit... off. Today though, we're all back to normal so tonight should be
fun, especially as I'm finally going to punish Zane! I know it seems like
I'm singling him out, but if you think about it, Charlie and Philip didn't
actually break any rules, they hadn't actually started a
relationship. Roger definitely broke the rules, but I think kicking him out
was punishment enough and really that only leaves Zane. Actually, he should
also be punished for throwing a breakfast tray at me and Roger last
Saturday morning! Hmm, this could be fun!

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Benny closed his diary as he heard a knock at his door. Victor was
definitely right. It felt good to write in it again. Despite waking up
alone, he was cheerful. Knowing that his house was back in order was such a
relief.

Yawning, he called out, "Come in."

The door opened and in walked Quentin with Benny's breakfast. "Morning
Sir," he said jovially.

"Hey Quentin," Benny said back, sitting up ready for the tray.

Once Quentin placed it down, he stood away from the bed and asked,
"Anything else, Sir?"

"You in a hurry to go anywhere?" Benny asked casually.

Quentin shrugged. "No, not really," he replied politely.

"Have a seat then," Benny said, gesturing to the bed.

Quentin sat down, looking at the young Master expectantly.

"Toast?" Benny offered, holding out the plate from the tray.

Quentin smiled and accepted a slice, cupping a hand beneath it to catch any
crumbs while he ate.

Benny swallowed a mouthful and asked, "So how are things downstairs now?"

Quentin swallowed too and shrugged once again. "All good, I think," he said
thoughtfully. He stared down at the half-eaten slice of toast in his hand,
thinking more about the question. "Things are still a bit weird between
Charlie and Philip I suppose. It's kinda like they're scared to be alone
together, scared something might happen."

Benny smirked, shaking his head. "They do know I'd allow it, don't they?"

"Yeah," Quentin said, nodding as he nibbled at the toast.

Benny continued shaking his head until he took a big gulp of orange juice.

"Zane's still... off a bit too, I suppose," Quentin said, thinking back
through the last few days.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed that too," Benny said, smiling slightly. He sighed
again and added, "I guess he'll come around eventually."

"Maybe. I don't know, though. I've met some stubborn people in my life, but
that kid is up there with the best of them!" Quentin said, raising his
eyebrows and nodding.

"How's David doing?" Benny asked. When he got a questioning glance from
Quentin, he went on, "I know how hard he took Wesley leaving. I was keeping
an eye on him to begin with, but then... well, things happened!"

Quentin frowned. "I'm not really sure. He's okay... I think. It's kinda of
hard to get too much of a feeling for how most of the guys are that I don't
share a room with. We don't really get much time to just chat," Quentin
explained.

Benny nodded understandingly. "Yeah, that makes sense. So... how are you?
Break's almost over, looking forward to getting back to school?"

Quentin's eyebrows raised. "Oh yeah," he said sarcastically with a slight
smirk. "Well it's all good... apart from one student, he can be quite a
handful!" he grinned cheekily, clearly insinuating he was talking about
Benny himself.

Benny sat back, folding his arms as he glared at Quentin in
mock-annoyance. "Oh really? Well don't forget, he could always make things
worse for you!"

The older man looked suddenly sheepish. Even though he knew Benny was only
joking, he knew all too well that the boy very easily could make his life
hell, both at school and in the house. "Okay, good point," he said, looking
down at his fidgeting hands.

"I could always make you act out that little fantasy of yours at school,
you know!" Benny teased, referring to the scenario they had role-played as
a reward for Quentin's competition win all those weeks ago.

"Oh God no," Quentin said looking suddenly alarmed.

"Hmmm," Benny said with a slight sneer. His eyes slid traced down the man's
body, then back up to his face. "Your mouth says no, but your cock says
yes!"

Quentin flushed bright red as he looked down at his swelling cock. The
thought of playing out that scenario with his actual students filled him
with mortal dread, but he couldn't deny the other reaction it was
causing. "You actually want me to get arrested, don't you!" Quentin
objected grumpily.

Benny was glad to have the bed covers and tray on his lap. Seeing the man
get aroused so suddenly was having a similar effect on him, his own cock
rapidly swelling to full size. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at
the blushing man. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he asked.

"No," Quentin insisted unconvincingly.

"Yeah you are," Benny argued. "You're thinking about sitting on your desk,
totally naked, the whole class's eyes on you."

Quentin groaned, his hand finding its way unthinkingly onto his now solid
shaft.

"Don't touch!" Benny snapped, causing the man to drop his arm back down to
his side. "Close your eyes." Once again Quentin obeyed.

Benny moved the tray aside and threw back the covers, swinging his legs
round to stand up. He stepped along the side of the bed, past Quentin and
knelt on the bed behind him. He was very careful not to touch him, instead
just leaning in, placing his lips about an inch from one of the older man's
ears.

He blew lightly for just a second before he started talking, making him
shudder. "You can see it, can't you. A whole classroom of horny teenage
boys, watching you, seeing you all exposed and aroused, staring at you as
your fingers wrap around your boner."

Quentin's grunts told Benny he was enjoying the thought.

"Then maybe one of them wants a closer look. Tim perhaps," Benny
offered. When he got no reaction, he offered another name, "Harry maybe."
Still nothing, so Benny went on, "Reece, Daniel, Kent."

The last name triggered a slight moan from the teacher.

Benny grinned. "Okay, so Kent it is. Yeah, he's definitely hot, isn't
he. You like them tall then?" Benny continued to tease.

Quentin continued to moan, humiliated that his Master was managing to play
on his fantasies so easily.

Benny leaned back and then moved around to whisper in Quentin's other ear,
trying to keep him just a little disoriented. "Oh, you should see him in
the changing rooms. What a body! His pecs are amazing, and already getting
a bit of hair. The abs too. His treasure trail is so hot. And oh my God,
talk about hung and he really likes to show it off too."

Quentin's moans intensified at the thought of the sexy teenager.

"So think about it. There you are, naked in class and Kent stands up,
undressing as he slowly walks closer to you, those ridiculously blue eyes
fixed on yours, licking his lips in anticipation," Benny described in a
barely audible whisper.

"Ah, Sir..." Quentin moaned.

"That's what he'd say too," Benny teased. "Ah Sir, I want to touch you,
that's what he'd say as he stood there naked in front of you. Would you let
him?"

"Yes," Quentin gasped, his cock twitching with excitement at the mental
image, Benny's breath on his neck heightening his arousal to unbelievable
levels.

"So Kent reaches out, grazes your nipple with his fingertips before he
places both palms on your chest and pushes you back, making you lay on your
desk, every eye still fixed on your naked body," Benny went on. He now
reached down to his own cock. His imaginary scenario was intended to arouse
and tease Quentin, but he couldn't help getting more than a little turned
on himself.

"So he climbs up on the desk, straddling you, his big meaty cock pressing
against yours as he leans down and begins to kiss your chest, his hands
sliding from shoulder to hip," Benny explained, picturing the
encounter. "His lips make their way down your body until you feel them on
the head of your cock. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue teasing the
head as a hand cups your balls."

"Oh God," Quentin gasped, his eyes still squeezed tightly closed, his cock
oozing a bead of precum.

"Then he moves round, bringing his cock over your face, slowly lowering it
into your mouth. Inch after inch sliding between your lips as he continues
to suck at yours," Benny whispered as he stroked his cock.

"There you are, on your desk, in front of the class, naked, sixty-nineing
Kent right in front of them all. Every one of them sporting an erection of
their own. You continue to suck and be sucked, getting faster and faster,
closer and closer..."

"Aaah," Quentin groaned shakily.

Benny suddenly reached round, grabbed the man's cock and tugged at it. Just
three strokes later, it erupted in an exploding of cum that shot out a few
feet in front of him. Benny collapsed against the man's back as he coated
it with his own spunk too.

Panting and coated in a slight sheen of sweat, Benny allowed his arms to
wrap around the man, who eagerly leaned back against him, basking in his
post-orgasmic glow and enjoying the closeness to his Master.

"Fuck," Quentin muttered.

"Enjoy that?" Benny giggled.

"Whadda you think?" Quentin asked in response, looking down at the thick
globs of cum rapidly soaking into the sheets.

Benny kissed the back on the man's neck before climbing off the bed. "I'm
going for a shower, you clean up here and then you can go," he said
casually. He felt a little callous to just dismiss him like that, but he
was determined to retain a strictly master/sub relationship with all the
Boys from now on.

"Yes Sir," Quentin said, seemingly unbothered by the sudden dismissal.

Benny headed off into the shower, leaving Quentin to tidy up.

**********

Benny knocked on the door and waited for what seemed like ages. Eventually,
the door swung open and he was greeted by a naked, and very
embarrassed-looking, young man. Benny's eyes narrowed slightly as there was
a hint of recognition there. He definitely recognised the man, but couldn't
quite place him.

"Come in," the young man said timidly, stepping aside to let Benny enter.

Cautiously, Benny stepped inside and let the naked man close the door
behind him.

"In here!" a voice called from one of the rooms.

Benny headed towards the voice. As he walked through a doorway, he found
Sam sitting on a sofa, staring back at him with a huge grin on his
face. "Hey Sam," Benny said with a slight frown.

"Hi Benny," Sam said back cheerfully, then turned his attention to the
naked man who had followed Benny into the room. "Sit!" he barked.

The young man obeyed immediately, dropping to the ground where he stood,
sitting cross-legged.

"Good boy," Sam said with a wicked smile before turning his attention back
to Benny. "So what do you think of James, then?"

The name was exactly the prompt Benny had needed to jog his memory. It was
James, Dale's friend. Benny had only really seen the young man once, a few
years ago, during the time he spent with Josh, but they had never actually
met formally. All Benny really knew of him now was what Sam had told him
when they had met up previously. It seemed James' actions, his selfishness,
had caused a range of problems for Josh, Benny's first love.

Benny felt his gut tightening. His relationship with Josh had ended, the
two very much going their own ways, but sometimes no matter how hard you
try to forget them, feelings have a tendency to linger. This person, this
naked slave, had been responsible for hurting someone Benny cared about!

"It looks like you've trained him well," Benny said proudly. It was
actually a little surprising. Sam had come seeking his advice previously,
being relatively new to the world of domming, yet here he was such a short
time later with an older man seemingly totally at his command. In a way, it
was almost as scary as it was impressive.

You got that right," Sam said with a smile, but his face quickly contorted
into something else, something darker as he stared at James. "What are you,
boy?" he snarled.

"Nothing!" James blurted out immediately, an obvious hint of fear in both
tone and expression. "I'm a worthless, selfish little boy."

"Damn!" Benny muttered under his breath. Sometimes when he had a little
free time, Benny liked to go online and talk to other doms so he could pick
up tips, compare notes or just generally chat about their shared kinks so
he had gotten used to the different types of doms that were out there. He
knew there were some who dominated through mental manipulation and
deviousness, some who relied entirely on positive reinforcement and
rewarding good behaviour and there were others who relied on fear and
intimidation, but most of what he knew had come from conversations or
videos. To actually be in the presence of someone who excelled in the
latter was actually a little intimidating.

When Sam had asked him to come and see his progress, he had expected to see
a slightly confused teen attempting to control a misbehaving, defiant older
man. Instead, James was broken, completely and utterly and Sam was basking
in his new-found power.

"Come over here?" Sam snapped.

James climbed to his feet and walked to his master's side. Sam immediately
jumped to his feet, nostrils flaring furiously. He swung his hand back and
swiped it forward, smacking James' cheek with the back of his hand. James
staggered backwards, grasping at his face.

Benny gasped as he saw the strike, freezing in place.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD STAND UP?" Sam screamed.

"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me!" James pleaded, dropping back
down onto his knees.

"Get out of my sight, right now!" Sam growled.

James wasn't about to make the same mistake again. Remaining on his knees,
he crawled out of the room. Sam slammed the door behind him, leaning on it
as he breathed heavily.

Benny was repulsed. He knew every Master had their own technique and every
Boy had their own limits, but what he had seen just felt wrong. He stood,
ready to have a go at his friend, but quickly realised it wasn't necessary.

Sam turned away from the door, his cheeks streaked with tears, his hands
shaking. He opened his mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was a
series of whimpers as he stared at Benny helplessly.

"Oh God, Sam," Benny said, dashing forward and pulling his friend into a
tight hug.

Sam clung to the other boy so tightly that Benny almost had to struggle to
breathe, sobbing onto his shoulder. "Help me," Sam finally managed to say.

Benny was in a daze. Suddenly he was somewhere else. He was back in his old
bedroom at his parents house. Josh was cowering on his bed, blood on his
wrists from his struggle to get free and Benny was standing there, shaking
and crying, begging for help.

He shook himself out of it and raised a hand to stroke through Sam's
hair. "It's okay," he whispered. He knew better than anyone what it was
like to really lose control, to know something is wrong, but to do it
anyway.

Benny held his friend until he had calmed down enough to let go, then the
two sat back down and spoke about what had just happened. Benny explained
what had happened with Josh years earlier. Sam appreciated the explanation,
not only because it filled in a few blanks about what had happened between
Benny and his friends, but because it helped show that Benny truly
understood what he was going through. Suddenly having so much power over
someone, holding onto so much anger and lacking emotional maturity (he was
only fifteen after all) was a dangerous mix.

They spoke for a while about it and by the time Benny left, he was
satisfied that, at least for now, his friend was okay to be left in charge
of James. He had agreed, however, to check in with him a couple of days.

**********

The gathering had gone perfectly so far. The weirdness from the previous
week was gone. Roger was back to organising everyone like he always had
been before, people almost seeming to forget he had ever left. Malik had
been given his usual task of teasing and edging the chaste
non-residents. Benny wondered if any of them might be making the move up to
resident any time soon. He certainly wouldn't mind a few more people in the
house with so many departures of the last few weeks.

Zane now stood in the middle of the red carpet that ran from the front door
to the grand staircase having been called out by Benny. The young Master
couldn't help being reminded of Zane's first day, the look of stubborn
nonchalance he had come in with was now very much back.

Benny did his best to hide the hurt. He cared about the Boy a lot, loved
him in fact, always having taken great pleasure in the relationship they
shared and how different it was from the ones he shared with his other
Boys. Zane seemed willing to forget all of that, everything they had built,
simply to hold a grudge over a decision that had now been overturned
anyway.

Steely-faced, Benny stared down at him from the stairs. "Zane, for breaking
the rules of the house you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Whatever," Zane said with a shrug and a sneer, avoiding eye contact with
his Master.

Benny did his best to hide his annoyance, but it still showed a little. He
stepped down the three steps to ground level and paced along the carpet,
flanked by Roger and Alex who carried the supplies necessary for the
punishment Benny had planned. When they reached the Boy, Benny took a
bottle from Alex and held it out.

"Drink this," Benny said flatly.

Zane looked Benny in the eye for a moment, down to the bottle then back up
into his eyes. "What is it?" he asked coldly.

"It's just water," Benny said. "You need to be hydrated, for safety
reasons."

Zane continued to glare at him for a moment before snatching the bottle and
gulping the water down. He held out the empty bottle, which was taken by
Alex. The Boy then looked around, avoiding looking at Benny.

"Look at me," Benny ordered.

Zane glanced at him for just a second, then looked away again.

"ZANE!" Benny snapped, his voice raising momentarily before taking a deep
breath. He lowered his voice until it was barely louder than a whisper, so
that only Zane, and perhaps the two Generals, could hear him. "Zane, forget
about your grudge for just a second and listen to me because this is about
your safety and that's more important, okay?"

Zane huffed, but then looked at his Master, pouting.

"Thank you," Benny said calmly. "Okay, you are about to get wrapped up. You
will not be able to hear or see and you will not be able to talk so we need
to remember some important signals. We will be leaving your index finger
exposed. If you appear to be struggling to breathe, we will touch your
finger. If you are okay, you just need to tap your finger a couple of
times. If your finger stays still we will assume you are in trouble and you
will be released immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," Zane said flatly with a shrug.

Benny clenched his teeth, annoyed at the Boy's attitude. "Tell me the
signals," he demanded.

Zane huffed again and said, "You'll touch my finger. If I'm okay, I tap, if
I don't you'll release me."

Benny stared back at him for a moment, eyes narrowed. "Okay, good," Benny
said, satisfied that the relevant safety measures were in place. He looked
to Alex, then Roger and said, "Do it."

The two Generals immediately got to work on the Boy. They started by
putting a blindfold on him and then ear plugs in his ears. Once that was
done, they knelt down by his feet and picked up the large roll of plastic
wrap. They made Zane put his feet together and started wrapping it around,
beginning at his ankles. They passed the roll back and forth, going round
and round, using several layers to ensure all movement was restricted, but
being careful not to make it so tight it would restrict Zane's circulation.

They gradually worked higher and higher, making him hold his hands at his
sides. When they reached his hands, Roger carefully arranged the wrap so
that his lover's hand was pinned against his leg, but with the single
finger free as arranged. Once that was done, wrapping up the rest of his
body was quite quick. Once again, they were very careful around Zane's
chest and neck, ensuring he was able to breathe unobstructed, something
Roger had been quite worried about considering the Boy's asthma, but he was
satisfied with the safety measures they had put in place. His eyes often
glancing down to the two pairs of safety shears they had at hand for
emergencies.

Finally, they wrapped Zane's head, leaving only his nose exposed for him to
breathe. With the job done, they carefully tilted him back and laid him
down on the ground. Carefully, Roger made a slight cut in the plastic at
Zane's crotch, making a hole to reach in and fish out his cock and
balls. With them now released from the plastic prison, some tape was
applied around it to stop the plastic splitting and further. The cock
quickly stiffened after it was exposed.

When the two Generals stood back, their work complete, Benny knelt down at
Zane's side. He gently stroked the exposed finger. He quickly got several
taps in return. The Master stood back up and looked at the rest of the Boys
who had been watching eagerly. Several of them were sporting erections of
their own, the punishment actually looking appealing to several of them.

"Okay, time to get started. Who feels like sucking?" Benny asked the small
group of spectators.

As if sensing his permission without actually hearing the words, the rest
of the Boys all moved out of the line they were still stood in and gathered
round Zane. Most of them had a hand raised indicating their desire to suck.

Benny looked round them all and picked randomly. "Abdul, why don't you go
first?"

The twenty-nine-year-old stepped forward eagerly. He always seemed a lot
more enthusiastic and excitable when his nephew, Malik, wasn't
around. Benny had always found that slightly intriguing. Whenever he asked
Malik about the relationship with his Uncle, he always sidestepped it or
changed the subject. Benny might have given it a little more thought right
then if he hadn't been distracted by the sudden squirming from Zane as his
cock disappeared into Abdul's mouth.

There was a muffled noise from the Boy on his back as he felt the lips
sliding down his shaft. Benny couldn't help wondering what Zane was
thinking right then. The young Master knew he simply wouldn't have been
able to complete the task if he had been the one getting wrapped up. The
thought of being so totally restrained – unable to move, talk, see or
hear – it terrified him, yet Zane had accepted it so calmly.

After a few minutes of sucking by Abdul, Benny once again stroked Zane's
finger. This time, the tapping he got in response was even more
vigorous. It was hard to tell whether that meant he was enjoying it, or
hating it!

As Abdul continued, Benny started looking round the group. He immediately
noticed everyone was hard. Something about the punishment was obviously was
obviously catching their attention. He decided to use it to help progress
the activity.

"Alex, go fetch a glass," Benny ordered. He very nearly asked Roger, but
based on their conversations earlier in the day about Zane's safety, he
knew the man would be totally unwilling to leave his lover's side.

Alex frowned slightly, a little confused by the request but did it anyway,
returning from the kitchen moments later.

"Okay," Benny said, standing up to address everyone. "In a moment, I will
tell you to start jerking off. Whoever cums first, gets to suck or stroke
Zane next. When you cum, do it in the glass. Everyone understand?"

There was an eager murmur of understanding from the crowd. When Alex gave
the Master a questioning look, he immediately understood it as a silent
request to join in the game. Benny couldn't help smiling at Alex's
eagerness to help tease his friend, so he nodded his agreement back. Once
again, he knew Roger wouldn't join in, his focus remaining entirely on
watching Zane's chest rise and fall.

"Aaaand... begin!" Benny called out.

Immediately, several hands around him got to work. The silence was suddenly
broken by the sounds of jerking off and gentle moaning. Amazingly, it took
less than a minute before David stepped forward and snatched up the glass,
raising it to his cock and shooting several thick globs of cum into it.

"Well, aren't we keen," Benny said with a slight smirk as he looked at
David.

The older man looked ecstatic. Not only from his post-orgasmic high, but
also at the thought of getting his hands on the mummified Zane's cock.

"Okay, everyone stop," Benny called out, getting several disappointed moans
in reply. "Abdul switch out," he added.

Abdul moved as ordered and David keenly dropped into place. His hands
immediately grabbed for Zane's exposed genitals, one taking hold of the
rigid shaft, the other caressing his balls. Once again, Zane squirmed a
little but achieved little. His movement was restricted to little more than
a slight rocking, which, with David's hands on his cock, only intensified
the stroking sensation.

Once again the crowd stood and watched, cocks rigid, eyes fixed. Fir
several minutes, David teased and tugged, alternating between fast and
strokes. Eventually, he smiled up at Benny and said, "I think he's
close. You want him to cum?"

Benny nodded happily. "Definitely, and you can swap out after he does,"
Benny replied. He quickly looked round at the rest of the Boys who
immediately caught onto his meaning. Once again, hands got to work on
cocks, some desperate to cum, others simply wanting their turn on Zane.

David squeezed at the restrained Boy's balls gently as he sped up his other
hand. As he had predicted, it didn't take long until Zane erupted, cum
splatting heavily onto the plastic wrap covering his stomach. David
continued stroking until Zane's squirming intensified, indicating that the
post-orgasm sensitivity was building.

A matter of seconds after Zane had cum, Robert picked up the glass
containing David's spunk and added his own to it. Now knowing the drill,
the rest of the Boys stopped their own jerking and stood ready to watch the
tattooed man take over from David. There were several sympathetic looks
around the room as they quickly began to realise the discomfort Zane was
about to be in. Having his cock played with right after cumming, but being
unable to move away from it or even protest in any way. It gave several of
them chills, while others felt their cocks twitching excitedly.

As David moved aside to let Robert take over, Benny took the glass from the
man and knelt by Zane's side. He scooped the thick goo from his stomach and
dropped it into the glass with the other two loads. Once that was done, he
set it aside and watched closely as Robert closed his mouth around the
slightly-softened cock.

Zane went wild, managing to rock much more vigorously than he had done so
before. It was obvious how torturous the man's licking was on his sensitive
organ. "Hold him down," Benny ordered Roger.

The large man quickly obeyed, kneeling behind Zane's head then leaning
forward to press the Boy's shoulders down into the ground. He hoped
inwardly that, somehow, Zane could tell it was his lover holding him and
that it could provide at least a tiny bit of comfort for him, although he
knew it was unlikely. He could see the Boy's chest rising and falling
rapidly, deep breaths going in and out through his nose. He gave Benny a
slightly alarmed look.

Benny immediately reached down and stroked the exposed finger. He watched
nervously for a moment as it remained still. He was about to order Roger to
release him when the finger finally tapped a couple of times. Benny smiled
and nodded at Roger who didn't actually look very relieved.

As Robert's sucking continued, the sensitivity seemed to slowly die down
and Zane's squirming lessened slightly. Gradually though, his breathing
returned to a slightly more normal rate.

Benny turned his attention once again to the group of eager viewers. "Okay,
who's next?" he asked with a devilish grin.

The watching Boys, and Alex, got to work once again. It was actually
starting to get a little torturous for them too, the repeated stopping and
starting. Each time, they got a little closer to cumming, only to have to
stop again when somebody beat them to it.

Benny watched eagerly, wondering who might be next. His eye caught
Quentin's for a moment, making him think back to their encounter that
morning. He wondered if the older man was thinking the same thing.

After that, Benny inadvertently made eye contact with Charlie. He smiled at
his former lover, cursing himself for suddenly feeling a flutter in his
stomach. As much as he accepted that their relationship was over, as
determined as he was to now remain detached from his Boys on that level, he
couldn't help the feeling that he got when he looked at the beautiful
man. The way Charlie looked back at him almost broke his heart. There were
definitely still feelings there, that was undeniable and Benny knew that
all it would take for them to get back together would be a simple nod, but
he resisted, instead tearing his gaze away.

Funnily enough, his eyes next found their way onto Philip, the man who had
essentially caused them to break up. Benny sighed slightly as he looked at
the twenty-five-year-old. He knew he should resent him in some way but he
simply couldn't find it in himself to do so. Philip was just too good a
sub. Dedicated, loyal, honest, caring, obedient, everything a Master could
ask for. Plus, he was fairly easy on the eye, a fact that suddenly seemed
more prominent than usual. Charlie was stunning, Zane was undeniably cute,
David was a handsome man but something about Philip was just mesmerising.

Benny's mind raced back to the week he had moved into his house, to the
first morning Philip had walked into his room. He had been so timid, so
nervous, but he had obeyed every command perfectly. More than that though,
he had looked amazing doing it. As much as Benny loved Roger or Charlie's
muscled build, or Taro's smooth, slender frame, Philip had the kind of body
that Benny found most appealing – toned without being bulky, hairy but
not excessively so, very much a 'normal-looking' guy.

As if having his Master's eyes on him had sped up the process, Philip
dashed forward and took the glass, spurting another load into it. Breathing
heavily and milking out the last few drops, he looked at Benny
excitedly. The approving nod his Master gave him turned his happy smile
into an ecstatic grin.

Benny's heart raced at the obvious joy the Boy got from his Master's
approval. "Time to switch," Benny said, nudging Robert who had been so
engrossed in sucking Zane's cock that he hadn't paid any attention to the
progress of the Boys around him.

On and on the cycle went. Jerking off, cumming, taking over the
torture. Some of the Boys quickly joined back in, even after cumming once
and taking their turn. For some it was a case of being really turned on by
the activity, some wanted to show off for their Master, while others were
simply enjoying the chance to jerk off.

Benny suspected that Zane was certainly not enjoying it as much. He had cum
three times now, still managing to produce a noticeable amount of
spunk. However, based on how much he squirmed, shook and occasionally
trembled, the sensitivity of his cock was insane. The Master regularly
checked that he was okay though and despite the increasingly-concerned
expression on Roger's face, Zane continued to signal that he was okay.

In a way, Benny had expected the Boy to hold his finger still early on in
an attempt to escape his captivity and stifle everyone's enjoyment. It
would have fit with his behaviour over the last few days. Any time he was
given a task, he would call out the safety word almost instantly and even
though it was clear he was not in trouble, the house rules dictated that
the activity had to stop.

They had lost track of how long they had been going, only being reminded by
the sudden reappearance of Malik and the unemployed non-residents. He had
obviously given them a sufficient amount of edging before returning them to
their chastity. It didn't take as long as it used to as there were now just
five of them.

"Looks like we've missed some fun!" Malik said excitedly as he saw Zane
wrapped up on the floor, his cock deep inside David's mouth.

"Hell yeah!" Alex said happily. He had taken his first turn earlier and was
currently attempting to cum again to get a second.

The five naked, chaste Boys that followed Malik all stared wide-eyed
too. In their current position, knowledge of the activities on the house
were somewhat limited. Mostly they just tended to see what happened when
they came to the house on a Saturday night, so needless to say, they were
all very intrigued by what they saw. Had their devices not been so securely
fastened to their cocks, there would likely have been another five
erections in the room!

Benny kindly let the new arrivals watch for a while longer, Taro taking the
next turn after David, but he began to consider ending the torture. Zane
was obviously distressed, anyone sane would be after what he had been put
through, but the Boy still refused to give up.

"Okay, one more time," Benny called out, prompting an immediate flurry of
hands on cocks. He smirked quietly to himself as he thought about what was
coming next.

Alex looked like he might be next to cum, but he was just beaten to it by
Abdul who dashed forward to add a final spurt of cum to the
glass. Triumphantly, he stepped towards Zane.

"Ah, not so fast!" Benny called out. Abdul stopped and turned as everyone
looked to Benny. "I'm afraid the last one wasn't to decide who would get
the last go on Zane, it was to decide who gets," he grabbed the glass from
where Abdul had placed it, "This!" Benny held the receptacle up in the
air. It was far from full, but with nearly a dozen loads in it, it was also
certainly far from empty. He held it out to Abdul who took it reluctantly.

"Do I have to?" Abdul asked unhappily. His eyes quickly darted around the
room, noticing with frustration the smug smirk on his nephew's face.

"Come on Uncle Abdul, down in one!" Malik called out, getting some sniggers
and cheers from everyone else.

Abdul's eyes narrowed slightly at Malik's words, but they spurred him on,
if only to spite the younger man. He raised the glass to his lips, then
threw back his head and gulped the thick goo down in one go. As he lowered
the glass, he wiped his lips with his forearm, pulling a slightly repulsed
face as afterwards.

"Okay, that's all for now," Benny said, receiving an immediate chorus of
complaints in response. "Roger, take everyone through to the lounge
please."

Roger looked back at Benny, his concern obvious.

"Don't worry," was all Benny said back, raising his eyebrows.

Reluctantly, Roger stood up and started herding everyone away.

Benny stood looking down at Zane, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shook
his head. The Boy had always been a little bit of a mystery to Benny, never
seeming to act quite the way he expected. That was one of the many things
that kept the young master so fascinated with him. How could he be so
unwilling to engage on activities and then suddenly allow his punishment to
go on for so long? Briefly, for just a second, he wondered if he should
continue to torture the Boy, attempt to break him, make him quit. He
suspected he could do it. In addition to the ongoing cock play, the soles
of the Boy's feet were exposed. Benny had learned very quickly after his
arrival in the house that Zane was extremely ticklish, but he absolutely
hated it. Benny could so easily reach down and tickle them, there was no
doubt that would be too much for the Boy to take.

Benny reached down, but paused with his fingers just inches from Zane's
feet. He couldn't do it. As frustrated as he was with Zane's grudge, as
much as he wanted to punish him for breaking the rules, he didn't want to
actually hurt or upset him. Instead, he picked up a pair of safety shears
and carefully slid one side of them inside the plastic wrap, quickly
cutting up the length of the Boy's legs.

As soon as the legs were free, they spread out, bending slightly,
reacclimatising to the sensation of movement. However, as Benny continued
cutting upwards, Zane's arms began to come free. That seemed to be when the
panic set in. His chest began to heave as his hands, finally free, reached
up and started grabbing at the plastic wrap around his head.

"Hey, it's okay," Benny said before remembering the ear plugs. Instead, he
did his best to continue cutting the plastic away while avoiding the
flailing limbs.

As Zane's head was released, he sucked in several deep breaths and moaned
loudly, the sound quickly turning into sobs. Benny pulled off the blindfold
and plucked out the ear plugs as Zane curled up into a ball, crying
helplessly. As he lay there, he started shivering. Benny had prepared for
that, making sure he had a heavy blanket ready with the rest of the
supplies. He grabbed it and did his best to wrap it around the Boy.

"Hey, it's okay, shh... it's okay," Benny whispered, reaching down and
stroking his fingers through Zane's hair. It was damp with sweat, as was
the rest of his body.

Zane reached out for him, Benny immediately moving closer to comfort him,
letting the Boy's head rest in his lap. They remained like that for several
minutes, allowing Zane to regain his composure a little and, thankfully,
stop shivering.

"Zane?" Benny asked quietly. From the slow, rhythmic breathing, he wondered
if the Boy had fallen asleep, but soon realised he hadn't when he looked up
at him.

Zane attempted to speak, but only a croak came out. He cleared his throat
and tried again. "H... how... long?"

Benny slid the phone out of his pocket and looked at the time on it. He had
to guess as he wasn't sure exactly what time they had started, or how long
he had been sat with the Boy, but he replied, "About two hours. You did SO
well."

Zane attempted to say something back, but it caught in his throat as he
almost cried again.

Benny felt a knot in his stomach. The punishment had clearly been much more
upsetting than he had ever expected. He hated seeing him that upset, but
once again he found himself wondering... why? Whilst his submissive side
had, in all likelihood, revelled in the activity for some of the time, it
had to have been fairly terrifying for the rest of it. Why had Zane
continued? He had to know!

"Why did you keep going?" Benny asked, barely louder than a whisper.

Zane sniffed as he stared upwards, his big brown eyes still watery. "It was
my punishment," he replied in a similar tone to Benny.

The younger teen looked even more confused. "Yeah, but you could have just
quit, pretended you were in trouble."

Zane shook his head weakly. "I deserve to suffer," he insisted.

Benny frowned. "Why... why would you think that?"

"Because... I broke your rules. I disobeyed my Master," he said, barely
holding back more tears.

"Well yes, that's why you got the punishment, but you know I'd never want
to hurt you," Benny said back, stroking the Boy's hair again.

"But you did!" Zane said back slightly pointedly. "Not tonight, but
before."

"Do you mean when I made Roger leave?" Benny asked, slightly sheepishly.

Zane shook his head. "No. That sucked, but... I got why you did it," he
explained. "I meant what came after."

Benny now looked even more confused. He hadn't done anything to the Boy, or
at least, nothing he could think of. He shrugged slightly. "But I... didn't
do anything," he said blankly.

"Exactly!" Zane snapped angrily. "I broke your rules, I pissed you off, I
made you lose your best sub and... nothing. No punishment, no
repercussions, you just let me carry on."

"You WANTED to be punished?" Benny asked in surprise.

"Yes," Zane said back, then frowned slightly. "Or... no. Well, I just
wanted you to do anything, but you didn't. That made it pretty clear that
you hated me!"

Benny stared in shock. He couldn't believe Zane would ever say, or even
think, something like that. He was at a total loss for words.

"Then I just kept acting out and you still did nothing. You just let me
keep doing it. That made it pretty clear that you just don't give a fuck
about me." Zane sat up as he spoke, scowling at his Master.

Benny felt like he had stopped breathing entirely. The knot he had felt in
his stomach earlier now felt about the size of a football. He tried to
speak, but only a gasped breath came out, accompanied by a single tear
trickling down his cheek. "You think... I hate you?" he whispered.

Zane looked surprised by the reaction, but nodded anyway.

"You couldn't be more wrong," Benny insisted. He closed his eyes and took a
deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, Zane was still staring back at
him. He took a few more deep breaths, psyching himself up to say things he
had only shared with Victor before. "When Roger left I was barely holding
it together. The reason I didn't punish you right away wasn't because I
hated you, it was because I thought YOU hated ME. I thought if I pushed you
any more, you might just get up and go too." Benny paused again, barely
holding himself back from breaking down entirely.

Sir, I..." Zane started, but was halted by a raised hand indicating Benny
wasn't finished.

"And I honestly think that if I'd lost you too... that would have been
it. I don't think I could have carried on. I was terrified of losing you
because I love you," Benny explained to a slightly flabbergasted Zane. "I
love you Zane," he continued. "I love all my Boys, but something about
you.... you're special. I know the way I feel makes me treat you
differently from the others and that's not really fair, but I can't help
it. It makes it harder to punish you too. Even though I know you enjoy part
of it, the thought of hurting you makes me want to cry." He wanted to say
more, but it was all too much for him.

"You don't hate me?" Zane mumbled back. It was more statement than
question, an utterance of relief more than anything.

Benny shook his head for just a moment before Zane lunged at him, wrapping
himself around his Master in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry I doubted you," Zane whispered.

"And I'm sorry if I hurt you," Benny replied in a similarly hushed tone.

After hugging a little longer, Zane pulled away, his eyes fixed on the
floor between them. "Can I make a request?"

"Sure," Benny replied, smiling slightly.

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Zane asked shyly.

"But I allowed Saturdays as one of the nights you can sleep with Roger,"
Benny said back, casually reaching out to stroke a blanket-wrapped arm.

Zane pursed his lips and shrugged. "I know, but he'll understand. You ARE
my Master, after all."

Benny smiled at the comment. "And you're my sweet little pup," he said back
with a nod. He stood up and helped the Boy do the same. "Come on, let's go
catch up with everyone else."

As they walked slowly towards the door to the lounge, Zane reach down and
took Benny's hand, holding it tightly.

When the door opened, the room dropped into silence as every eye fell on
Zane. As he peered round nervously, everyone erupted into loud cheers.

**********

Benny had retreated to his lounge shortly after escorting Zane in to join
the others. After his hero's welcome, Zane had quickly joined in the loud
merriment. Benny found himself reminded of a similar Saturday night a
couple of months earlier, shortly after Zane had joined the house. He had
been so shy and even a little withdrawn then and while he still tended to
shy away from the others a little, he was visibly much more at ease.

Thinking about that night also made Benny remember his encounter with
Philip, how the Boy, in a completely drunken state had staggered in to see
Benny. The Master felt a slight twinge of guilt as he remembered how he had
teased and tortured Philip for his intrusion that night. Surprisingly,
Benny's mind lingered on him longer than he would have expected it to. That
was twice in one evening he had found himself distracted by the same young
man.

Thankfully, he was interrupted from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He
knew who it was from the knock alone – it was Alex. "Come in," he called
out happily. Benny smiled at the thought of seeing Alex, and then chuckled
slightly to himself. It was difficult to believe that just a few months
ago, Benny had been considering asking the eighteen-year-old to leave the
house.

"Hey," Alex said cheerfully as he walked in.

"Hey," Benny said back.

"Just thought I'd come see if you're okay," Alex explained as he
approached. Instead of sitting opposite Benny as most people tended to,
Alex sat down beside him.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Benny asked with a casual shrug.

Alex mimicked the shrug before saying, "I dunno, maybe because of the stuff
with Zane?"

Benny looked surprised. He knew Alex and Zane were good friends, but he was
surprised the Boy would have told Alex much about their encounter after the
punishment. "Zane told you about that?" he asked.

Alex shook his head. "Nah, he wouldn't tell me anything," Alex replied,
"But I know Zane and I know you, so I can tell that whatever happened, it
was pretty heavy."

Benny's eyebrows raised. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said
back. For just a moment, he considered sharing what had been said, but it
felt wrong. It felt like the things they had said to each other were too
private to share, with anyone. Instead he settled for a suitably cryptic,
"It was definitely heavy, but it was all good."

"Good," Alex nodded. He was definitely curious, almost desperate to know
what he had missed, but could tell from Benny's tone that he wasn't about
to share any more, so he opted for a subject change instead. "Hey,
erm... how would you feel about getting some new blood in the house?"

Benny immediately thought about the five non-residents who had been at the
house earlier. He had heard them leave shortly before Alex came in. "Has
one of the unemployed ones got a job?" he asked curiously.

"No," Alex replied. He paused to think for a moment, then said, "Actually,
one of them might, but that wasn't who I was thinking."

"Then... who?" Benny asked, slightly suspiciously.

Alex actually looked a little hesitant at first, as if unsure himself of
his suggestion. "Do you remember my cousin, Zack?"

Now there was a blast from the past for young Master. Benny had met Alex's
cousin once. It was on the same day he met Alex for the first time. They
had been on a day out at a nude beach and it was actually Zack who had
brought them together... or rather, a certain part of Zack! The boy had
only been fourteen at the time, but was already impressively
endowed. Throughout the course of events that day, Benny had had the
pleasure of seeing the ample package at full size, almost ten inches! Benny
suddenly realised he was in a slight daze and shook himself out of it.

"That's a yes then?" Alex asked with a smirk.

"Yeah," Benny said, blushing profusely. Then he thought for a
moment. "Wait, he's... not old enough, is he?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah, turned sixteen last month. Still seems weird. He'll
always be an annoying little kid to me!"

"Not so little..." Benny muttered under his breath, getting a slight smirk
from Alex. "Oh, so... is he interested in.... all of this?"

Alex nodded. "Seems to be. I mean, he's been asking about coming here since
I first told him about it, but since he turned sixteen, it's all he talks
about."

"Sub or dom?" Benny asked thoughtfully.

"Sub. Definitely a sub!" Alex replied insistently. "He's been taking orders
from me since we were kids."

Benny lounged back for a moment, considering the options and looking
carefully at Alex. "I'm a bit reluctant to have someone that young here..."

"But you're..." Alex interrupted, but Benny cut him off.

"Yes, I know, I'm only sixteen too, but being sixteen and in charge is a
bit different to being that young and totally at the mercy of older guys,
doing things he's probably never even dreamed of!" Benny
explained. "But... I'm not saying no. Why don't you invite him here for an
evening. That way, I can talk to him, we can show him what's what and see
for certain if I think he'd do okay here."

"That's great!" Alex said happily. "I'll let him know and arrange a night."

Alex rushed out, presumably eager to pass on the (potentially) good news to
his cousin.

A short time later, Benny decided to head up to bed. He considered briefly
looking in on the Boys in the lounge, but decided against it. All it would
do was tempt him to join them and as much fun as that would be, he was
determined to keep his distance from them wherever possible. That seemed
like a strange concept considering the things he had said to Zane earlier
that evening. How could you retain a cold detachment from someone you have
just professed your love to, even if it was just the love of a master and
slave rather than romantic attraction. It was a fine line to walk and he
still occasionally found himself wobbling.

He didn't have long to think about it though. As soon as he stepped out of
his private lounge, he heard the echoed whispers of a conversation going
on. Whoever it was, they were stood behind the grand staircase, near the
door to the cellar and speaking in sharp, but hushed tones. Determined not
to be drawn into anything, Benny simply started up the stairs, but as he
neared the top, he reach a spot where the sounds carried perfectly to
him. He paused as he recognised the two voices as Malik and Abdul.

"But you know I don't want to," Abdul appeared to object.

"Well I'm telling you that you DO want to!" Malik insisted in response.

"You can't..." Abdul started. He paused as if trying to steel himself. "You
can't keep making me!"

"Wow," Malik replied, "That's an interesting choice of words, isn't it?"

"Mal, don't." Abdul objected.

"Don't call me that," Malik growled back angrily. "You don't get to call me
that any more. You lost that right when you..." his voice trailed off.

"Okay, sorry," Abdul said back sheepishly. "But how long is this going to
go on for? I mean, I had to drink a glass a cum today!" His tone was one of
pure disgust.

Malik chuckled. "Yeah, that was awesome."

There was a sudden thud. Momentarily, Benny worried that Abdul had struck
his nephew for the comment. Instead, it appeared to be the other way round
as Malik's tone lowered into an angered snarl, "And you'll do this for as
long as I tell you to, otherwise... well, you know what'll happen!"

Abdul gagged a little. It sounded like Malik actually had him by the
throat. Benny stomped a foot on the stairs.

"Who's there?" Malik called out, dashing out to look up.

Benny peered over the handrail at his General, putting on an innocent face
despite what he had just heard. "Oh, hey, I never saw you down there!" he
said lightly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Malik said back with a smile. He shot a quick glance back
at Abdul who had remained hidden from Benny's view, then looked back at his
Master. "Going to bed?"

"Yup," Benny said with a nod. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah, g'night," Malik replied.

Benny continued up the last couple of stairs, then paused to listen again
in case anything else happened. He couldn't hear quite as well from his new
position, but the two appeared to exchange a few more words before one
headed down to the basement and the other into the kitchen. Slightly
concerned, but satisfied there was no immediate issue, Benny continued to
his room.

It was shortly after midnight that Benny heard his door open. He was laying
curled up in the dark, but was still wide awake so he quickly sat up and
clicked on a light. He smiled at Zane who stood awkwardly just inside the
door.

"Hi Sir," he said quietly.

"Okay, you can sleep down there," Benny said, pointing to the pile of
cushions on the ground across the room.

Zane looked at it, then back at Benny, his eyes full of sorrow. He sighed,
then started slowly towards the cushions as he said, "Yes Sir."

"Zane!" Benny said sharply. When the Boy looked at him, he smiled and
added, "I'm joking, come here." He patted the bed beside him.

The Boy's face lit up. He dashed across the room and jumped. He landed on
the empty side of the bed and bounced lightly a few times before scurrying
to get under the covers. Benny left the light on for now, but settled back
into bed, turning to face the new arrival. He didn't say a word, he simply
raised a hand to the Boy's cheek and stroked it gently, then leaned forward
to kiss him on the forehead.

Zane closed his eyes and mewed happily, enjoying both sensations. When he
opened his eyes again, he found himself face to face with his Master. It
was Zane's turn to kiss as he leant forward a planted a delicate peck on
Benny's lips before snuggling close to him and burying his face in the
younger teen's chest.

Benny reached up and turned out the light, then wrapped his arms around
Zane.

"Sir," Zane whispered.

"Yeah?" Benny whispered back. He had no need to be quiet, but it was just
instinct to reply in a similar way.

"I should have said this earlier, when you said it to me. I'm really glad
to have you as my Master and I love you too," he explained.

Neither of them spoke again, they just lay there until sleep took them
both.