Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 22:04:43 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Benny's House - Chapter 6

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Benny's House

Chapter 6 – Twins and Troubled Teens

by Matt


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From the diary of Benny Harrison

Saturday 7th February 2015

I've had lots of doubts lately - did I do the right thing with Josh, did I
do the right thing offering to let people leave, am I getting to soft to be
a good master, do my Boys actually care about me. I've put most of those
doubts to rest and I'm working on the others, but it seems for every one I
resolve, another pops up in its place. Today it was because of Wesley and
Charlie's punishments. I knew it was risky and right up until it started
happening I was totally doubting myself. I wonder if other Masters have
these kinds of doubts. Hey, I suppose I'm still learning, although now I've
got to do some teaching of my own too!

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Friday night and most of Saturday had been a blur of excitement in the
house. Benny's competition had set out to do exactly as he had planned. It
had revitalised the Boys, bringing out their competitive sides. It made the
Master extremely happy though as he realised they weren't competing to try
and beat each other, they were competing to impress their Master.

The three teams had each finished putting their videos together and now
were all more eager than usual for the Saturday gathering. Benny was
certainly looking forward to it too, at least partly. Seeing the entries
and picking the winners was going to be fun, but entertainment aside, he
was also going to have business to take care of.

He had advised both of the Thompson twins that the punishment for their
fight would be delivered at the gathering. At first he had struggled to
think of the best thing to do to teach them a lesson, but then Philip had
shared something about Charlie that had inspired him. He was going to have
to be careful. If he tipped his hand too much, it could reveal that Philip
had divulged his friend's secret and the last thing he wanted was to cause
more dissension amongst his boys. More importantly though, his planned
punishment was risky too. He tried not to dwell on it too much for now
though.

Roger had also advised the young Master that there was also going to be
another new resident joining them, but this time from the ranks of the
unemployed subs. Benny had never really interacted with any of them
before. This was intentional. The idea of their chastity and separation
from the Master was intended to build their desire to join the house
full-time. As a result, whoever it was that would be joining them was at a
slight advantage over a completely new resident as they already knew the
house, the Generals and some of the Boys.

Deciding he needed to get out of his own head, Benny had decided to get out
of the house, heading out the back onto the patio, grabbing a drink on his
way through the kitchen. He was pleased to see he wasn't the only one who
had chosen to go out and enjoy the unseasonably warm day. Roger and Malik
were sat together in a couple of chairs, looking out across the expansive
garden, while Henry, Philip and Charlie were further down the yard,
clearing one of the more overgrown areas.

The two Generals smiled at Benny as he took a seat beside them. "Hey, I
thought they all had the day off." he said, gesturing to the three working
men.

"They do." Roger replied. "Henry just enjoys gardening. I think Charlie
just wanted something to keep him distracted and you know wherever Charlie
goes, Philip follows!"

Benny chuckled. He knew exactly what Roger meant and it was nice to see
Philip actually getting close to someone. For a while he had worried the
young man was doomed to self-imposed isolation in the house. It also filled
him with pride to see his Boys working on improving the place. Since he
bought the place, they had already made massive improvements to it, but
they had been focused mostly indoors, on the essential everyday-use areas.

"Everything set for tonight?" Benny asked, frowning slightly as he realised
he had just steered the conversation onto the exact subject he was trying
to forget.

"Yeah." Roger replied. "Videos are set to go, I've got one of the big TVs
ready to bring out to play them and I've brought up what you requested from
downstairs for Wesley."

"Good. Hopefully it all runs smoothly." Benny said with a gentle nod.

Malik laughed and Benny noticed Roger was grinning along with him.

"What?" Benny asked, somewhat confused.

"Oh you'll see!" Malik replied, still chuckling.

Benny's eyes narrowed, he wanted to probe more about what they knew. He
suspected they may be hinting at something relating to the new Boy as that
was the only part of the night that they knew and he didn't, but he refused
to be drawn into their obvious baiting. "How's the cock, Mal?" Benny asked,
taking a sip of his drink and staring down the garden at the three working
men.

Malik's laughter immediately stopped as he was reminded of his chastity
device he had been so unceremoniously burdened with on Thursday
night. "It's fine thanks." he said, attempting to sound unbothered.

"Oh good. If it wasn't happy, I was going to set it free!" Benny replied,
getting a grin from Roger.

"Well... if you want to..." Malik stuttered.

"No, no, no. If it's fine then I probably shouldn't mess with it. Maybe
I'll check in again next week!" Benny said innocently, getting a grunt of
annoyance in response.

"Anything else going on then?" Benny asked, cutting off any chance of
further arguing from Malik while attempting to steer clear of the evening's
activities.

Benny stayed with his two Generals until he had finished his drink, then
wandered back inside. He found a couple of Boys in the lounge and a few
more in the Games Room, stopping to chat to them on the way. It was nice to
speak to them informally, to see what they were doing, to observe part of
their day off, but part of him felt a twinge of pride at seeing them
virtually standing to attention in his presence.

A few days ago, he might have considered urging them to 'relax' and just be
normal around him, but seeing the affect his assertiveness had on his
Generals two nights earlier, he decided that keeping that formal divide
would probably reap great benefits.

**********

"Thanks... for this." Benny said as his head rested against Roger's chest,
the large man's arm wrapped around him.

The General had come to see Benny a short time before the Saturday
gathering. They usually met beforehand to discuss anything of import, but
had got got together a little earlier for a change to discuss the
punishment plans for Charlie and Wesley. Roger had found Benny in a
terrible state, racked with doubt and completely unsure of the entire
thing. In the end, the large young man had lay down on Benny's bed, holding
him.

"It's what friends are for." Roger replied happily. As Benny began to
shift, Riger climbed off the bed and assumed a fairly formal stance. "So
everything is set for the punishment, I'll take over once it starts. All
other activities will run as normal. We'll bring over the new resident
before assigning activities tonight." he summarised with a stern
expression, seeking to ensure he had fully understood the instructions he
had been given.

"That's..." Benny started before even realising Roger had slipped back into
sub-mode for him. "Yes that's right Boy, now if you want to go ahead, I'll
follow in a moment."

Roger nodded and quickly left, bellowing commands to other Boys before the
door was even closed behind him.

Benny stared into the mirror on his wall, forcing himself to put on his
sternest expression. He had to get used to it. Knowing what he was about to
witness, he knew he would have to cover up his true feelings, and looking
stern usually seemed to work best for him. Ready to go, he emerged from his
room and immediately headed down the stairs with his Generals, Wesley
looking at him nervously the whole time.

"Good evening everyone." Benny called out. "Before we start the normal
proceedings, we have a matter of Household discipline to address first. As
I'm sure you all know, there was a physical confrontation earlier this week
between two residents. Such behaviour will simply not be permitted on this
house and as such, punishments must be given. Wesley, please step forward."

The nervous-looking General took a step forward from his position at the
bottom of the stairs, then turned to face Benny.

"Remove your clothes." Benny said firmly.

Wesley already looked ashamed before he even began to undress, but being
made to strip in front of his subordinates was quite embarrassing, even
though they themselves were already nude. With his clothes removed, he
stared silently up at the young Master.

"Assume the position." Benny said, gesturing the wood and leather-padded
stand in the middle of the carpet runner. It had been brought up specially
for the occasion from one of the rooms downstairs. As Wesley draped himself
over it, Roger stepped forward and secured the Boy's wrists and ankles to
the bottom of the stand, leaving Wesley's rear facing up towards Benny.

Benny took the last few steps down the stairs from where he had stopped,
then approached Wesley, walking past him and standing ahead of the
restrained General.

"Okay, for fighting, you will be punished with twenty lashes." Benny said,
then reached down to his own waistband, undid the buckle then pulled the
belt out from the loops. "With this." he added. He saw Wesley's eyes widen.

Wesley's face quickly screwed up in fear and confusion. Benny had listened
to his entire story, how his father had regularly beaten him with his belt,
yet here he was using it as a punishment. He felt he had completely
misjudged his Master. "Sir." he whispered, pleadingly.

The young Master caught his General's eye, feeling a twinge of pity for the
young man. Even if this went the way Benny hoped, it would be a difficult
experience for Wesley. If it went wrong, it could be outright
traumatic. There it was again. The doubt. He looked away from Wesley,
unable to stand his gaze any longer, stepping closer only to rest of the
belt on the boy's back. He called out loudly, "And as HIS punishment for
inappropriate behaviour, the lashes will be delivered.... by Charlie."

Charlie, who so far had stared constantly down at his feet, finally looked
up as he realised every eye was on him, even his twin's. "Wh... what? No!"
he gasped.

"Sir." Wesley whimpered again, almost in tears.

"Roger." Benny called out, signalling for the senior General to take charge
as planned. Benny took several steps back, ending up near the large double
front doors, watching the whole scene unfold.

Roger quickly walked over to Charlie, grabbed his arm and pulled him
towards the stand. As soon as they got close, Roger retrieved the belt and
thrust it towards Charlie's hands. When the Boy refused to take it, Roger
growled, "Take the belt, Boy!" His tone sharp, but his voice low.

With a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, Charlie took it. The
confidence the new Boy had shown on his first day, already diminished by
his time around Wesley was now completely shattered.

"Now raise your hand and deliver the punishment." Roger insisted firmly.

Charlie stared at the ground, shaking his head. Wesley was looking back,
trying to see what was happening but couldn't quite manage it.

"Deliver... the punishment." Roger said, his voice getting louder.

Charlie still shook his head, sniffing and doing everything he could to
resist bursting into tears in front of so many people.

"DO IT!" Roger screamed in his ear.

"Don't make me." Charlie whimpered.

"Benny, please!" Wesley called out as he heard his brother's desperate
plea, looking up at the motionless Master but getting no response.

"DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!" Roger yelled at Charlie.

Bursting into tears Charlie raised his arm and brought the belt down with a
loud slap on Wesley's exposed rear, getting a yell of pain in response.

"AGAIN!" Roger bellowed.

The belt fell again as both twins cried. For Wesley, it was more the
reminder of his youth, of his Dad, of the way Charlie had been complicit in
his abuse, rather than the pain of the actual lashes that made him sob.

"AGAIN!" Roger yelled.

"NO!" Charlie screamed back. He threw the belt at Roger then dashed to
Wesley's side and dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so
sorry. He made me do it. He made me. He forced me."

Wesley's breaths were ragged as he watched his brother kneeling before
him. "I know, I heard him." he whispered back through his own tears.

"No. Not that." Charlie said, wiping his face and sniffing
heavily. "Dad. He made me do it. All of it."

"What?" Wesley gasped. "You should have... told me."

"He said if I told you anything, he'd..." Charlie started, then raised his
hands to his face, sobbing again.

Some of the Boys were staring at the compete emotional breakdown, others
were doing everything to could to avoid looking in the direction. Benny
could barely breathe. This was what he had planned. Charlie had been
resistant to revealing the truth while Wesley had been avoiding talking,
now Benny had managed to force both. Making it so public, heightening their
exposure, it was an extreme approach, but so far it had worked. He had
started them down the path to their reconciliation, but now it was up to
them to follow it.

Benny nodded to Roger who quickly set about releasing Wesley. As soon as he
was free, he stood, as did Charlie, the two looking at each other
awkwardly.

"Go into my lounge and talk." Benny said, placing a hand gently on Wesley's
back as he neared his General. He got a nod in response before the two
walked away and disappeared into Benny's private lounge.

Benny went back to the stairs to address everyone again. "Right. I know
that was a little intense, so how about we move onto something more fun!
It's time to judge the competition." Benny said happily, hearing a sigh of
relief from the Boys.

Roger moved aside the stand as Malik went to bring the TV over. Benny
gestured everyone to gather round, even the chaste non-resident Boys who
mostly looked overjoyed at being involved in something other than their
usual weekly edging. Benny couldn't help looking at them, wondering which
one was going to be joining the house, but put it out of his mind as he
prepared to start the first video.

"Okay, which team's first?" Benny asked as he pressed play on the remote
Malik handed him. He needn't have asked the question as it became
immediately apparent.

"Okay, this is Robert for Team Dorm Three." Robert said from behind the
camera as an image of a wooded area appeared.

"We're not calling ourselves Team Dorm Three!" Another voice said. The
camera span to reveal Henry standing there looking annoyed as he unbuttoned
his shirt.

"Whatever, I think it's more important that you get your cock out than what
we call ourselves!" Robert insisted. He panned the camera on to the new boy
Anthony who stood there naked, shrugging, obviously not wanting to get
involved. "Now hurry up, we're both naked already!" Robert insisted. He
pointed the camera down to reveal his own naked body, giving a close up of
his chest tattoo and nipple piercings.

"Oh well I'm so sorry I'm not as keen as you two to get arrested!" Henry
argued. His comment got a laugh from the viewers.

"Come on come on come on." Robert badgered him, turning the camera back
onto the slightly overweight middle-aged man.

Henry just glared back in annoyance as he removed the rest of his
clothes. His reluctance may well have been down to self-consciousness more
than anything else. At thirty-sex, Robert was still in great shape, mostly
through his desire to keep his tattoos looking good as they did spread
across a gently muscled torso and Anthony, also just the older side of
thirty was in perfect shape, all dark skin and hair and muscle.

Once all three were naked, Robert did a close up of all of their clothes,
piled up behind a bush. "Okay Sirs, judges, whatever you're called today,
we're leaving our clothes here and we're gonna go for a walk." Robert
narrated.

The three of them started walking with Robert at the back pointed at the
others. The film whizzed through a few minutes in fast forward of just
walking, slowing to normal speed as Robert panned the camera downwards.

"Look at that, I guess I enjoy the great outdoors!" Robert said as his
erection came into shot. "Hey, anyone else hard?" He called to the other
two.

Anthony stopped and turned, grabbing his own erection, grinning at the
camera while Henry just called back, "No!"

Anthony shrugged again at the older man's response and they continued
walking, once again prompting the video to fast forward. When it slowed to
normal speed again, the atrium was filled with traffic noise from the TV
speakers as a busy road appeared on screen. There were bushes either side
and a tall chain-link fence separating them from the road, but there was a
clear gap where they could see the rapidly passing cars and, presumably,
the cars could see them too.

"And now for the show!" Robert said, placing the camera down, pointing up
at the opening.

He stepped forward to join the other two, carrying a small bag. He reached
into it and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and handed one to Robert as
Anthony leaned on the fence. The two older Boys raised his arms into their
air then handcuffed them to the fence. He, like Robert, remained hard,
aroused by either the things they were about to do or by being outside
naked. Either way it made for great viewing as the gathered crowd seemed to
be enjoying watching.

Robert and Henry set about teasing Anthony, quickly getting him close to
cumming before stopping. The video jumped into fast forward again as the
teasing continued. It stopped a couple of times to reveal the sounds of
Anthony moaning in desperation, even over the sounds of the traffic.

As it jumped into fast forward again, Benny looked to Anthony and asked,
"How long did they edge you?"

"I dunno, felt like about a week!" Anthony replied with a grin.

"It was just over an hour!" Henry said bluntly.

Benny rolled his eyes and shook his head at the man then turned his
attention back to the screen.

As it returned to playing at normal speed again, Benny thought they had
skipped the cum shot as Robert and Henry were releasing Anthony. As soon as
the younger man was released, Robert walked over and picked up the
camera. He headed back to the others as Henry turned Anthony round to face
the road.

With the dark-haired Boy looking straight into the traffic, Henry grabbed
his cock and started stroking it again. Benny realised they had not missed
the cum shot, they were just setting out to make the Boy's orgasm as
visible as possible to passers-by. Robert got some great angles as
Anthony's cock erupted, shooting heavy spurts of cum through the chain-link
fence.

As soon as Anthony was done, they started heading back. Benny expected
another burst of fast forward, but instead the camera pointed down and
Robert's hand appeared, grasping his cock. He stroked as they walked and a
few minutes later, dashed closer to Henry.

"Hey Henry!" Robert called out.

The older man, stopped and turned, just as Robert shot. His load splatted
against Henry's stomach and legs, getting a yell of annoyance in response
and a massive laugh from the viewers.

"And that's what we did!" Robert called out happily as the video ended.

'Team Dorm Three' got a round of applause from the room. Robert and Anthony
both bowed as Henry just looked annoyed at being reminded about what Robert
had done.

"Well done, Boys." Benny said happily, grinning at Henry's disgruntled
face. "So who's next?"

**********

16th March 2005 ---------------

"Charlie, could you come in here please?" Mr Thompson called out as his
sons passed the door of his study.

The twins glanced at each other nervously before Charlie stepped inside.

"And close the door!" Mr Thomspon added, seeing Wesley peering in from the
hallway.

Charlie closed the door, then took a seat as his father gestured to the
chair in front of his desk. He was almost shaking. His Dad never called
anyone into the study unless they were in trouble, and considering hos
harsh he had been getting with Wesley, he worried what might be in store
for him. He waited silently.

"Two days until your birthday. You must be getting excited." Mr Thompson
said, in an uncharacteristically friendly tone. Charlie simply nodded in
response so his father went on. "And turning fourteen too, you're a young
man now."

Charlie continued to nod, almost more scared of his Dad being friendly than
he was when the man was aggressive.

"And as a young man, you should start taking on some adult
responsibilities, shouldn't you?" the man asked.

"Yes Dad." Charlie replied quietly, excited at the prospect of finally
being treated like an adult, but still nervous enough to not let his
excitement show.

"That includes taking care of your brother. He's not ready to be a man
yet." Mr Thompson said, still upbeat but with a definite hint of venom in
his voice as he talked about Wesley.

"I... I always take care of him." Charlie stuttered.

"No Charlie, that's not what I mean." Mr Thompson said. "Your brother is a
pervert and a deviant and he requires a strong hand to keep him in line. I
believe it will have more of an effect if that hand.... is yours."

"Dad? You don't.... you want... what?" Charlie stammered, unsure he was
actually hearing what his father was telling him.

"You will take over from me delivering his punishments." Mr Thompson
clarified, his tone cold and his face emotionless.

"Dad, no, I can't hurt him!" Charlie insisted, squirming in his seat under
the man's steely gaze.

The older man sat back in his seat as he crossed his arms, the wooden chair
creaking slightly from the movement. "You won't be hurting him, Charlie,
you'll be helping him. Punishing his weakness will make him stronger."

Charlie shook his head, almost in tears. "I won't."

"Don't you start blubbering like that pathetic little boy. This is not a
negotiation. You WILL deliver your brother's punishments or you will
receive them in his place." the boy's father insisted.

"Fine." Charlie said, his tears immediately replaced by determination as
steely as his father's. "Then I'll take his punishments for him, but I
won't hurt him."

Mr Thompson smiled, a cruel, knowing smile. It was as if he had known all
along that Charlie would say this. "I don't think you understand, boy. If
you refuse to man up and deliver your brother's punishment, not only will
you receive it, but I will give even worse to Wesley."

Charlie stared. "What do you mean... worse?"

The man stared back at him, silently. He never said what he would actually
do, but Charlie could tell from the look in his eyes that it was nothing he
would ever want Wesley to endure. Eventually, he simply nodded.

**********

Saturday 7th February 2015 --------------------------

Wesley sat staring at his twin. He could barely believe the tale he had
just told. He knew his father was cruel and manipulative, but it sounded
like he had actually crossed the line into outright psychopathic.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wesley asked quietly.

Charlie looked drained. Wesley could understand why. Having sat in that
exact same seat a few days earlier to tell Benny about their father, he
knew how emotionally tiring it was.

"He... he told me that if I mentioned anything about it to you, that
he'd..." Charlie's voice trailed off.

"He'd hurt me." Wesley completed the sentence for his brother, getting a
nod of agreement. Wesley shook his head. "How did he... respond... after I
left?"

"It was..." Charlie started, but struggled to continue. "The police came
round once Mum reported you missing and you should have seen him. He... he
put on such an act, telling them how much he loved you and how all he
wanted was to have you home safely, but then when nobody else was around he
just threatened me to keep quiet about how he'd treated you."

"Did he... hurt you?" Wesley asked. He had always wondered whether his
father was just a violent person who needed a target, or if he genuinely
hated just one of his sons. As soon as he asked the question, he knew he
wouldn't like either answer.

"No, he never laid a finger on me. All he did was threaten you." Charlie
explained. "He.... he made me out you at school too."

Wesley flinched a little at the mention of it. That day was etched in his
memory as one of the worst of his life, more-so for the betrayal by Charlie
than the actual events that followed. "But.. why?"

"He said..." Charlie started, pausing to take a deep breath. "He said that
beating the gay out of you didn't work, maybe shaming you would do the
job."

"So does that mean... that last day.... at school... when I was getting
beat up and you...." Wesley stuttered, thinking about the last time he had
seen his brother before he turned up at the house. "Did he... make you do
that too?"

Charlie stared, starting to shake, his breaths becoming ragged.

"Lee?" Wesley pushed.

It was only ever Wesley that called Charlie that and the young man hadn't
been called it in almost ten years. Hearing it now, especially considering
the answer he was about to give, felt like a punch to the gut. "No.... that
was me!"

**********

The crowd in the atrium had just finished watching the competition entry
from Dorm Two, giving them all a polite round of applause. While it had
been a reasonably good entry, it was nowhere near as daring as the team
from Dorm Three and the crowd seemed to know straight away that they
weren't going to be the winners. The question was, would they be the
losers?

"And I guess that leaves us with Dorm One." Benny called out as he prepared
to play the final entry. "Let's see what you've got."

Benny watched as the video played. It became quickly apparent that he was
watching the winning entry. The four residents of Dorm One, Quentin, Taro,
Philip and Charlie had all completed separate tasks. Quentin had stripped
naked and jerked off in the woods, Taro stripped in a public toilet and
managed to get a stranger to suck him off, Philip had climbed naked onto a
park bench and ridden a dildo until he ejaculated and Charlie had streaked
down a busy street.

Although Benny knew his focus should be on the video, he couldn't help
glancing over at the door to his private lounge. He wanted to go and make
sure the twins were both okay. He knew that whatever way the conversation
was going, they were both going to be somewhat upset. In a way he was glad
he was occupied though. As much as he wanted to comfort the two Boys, he
was determined to start building back his stern facade.

He was shaken from his distraction when he heard the cheering and applause
that signified the end of the video. Benny quickly joined in too, smiling
round at the three Dorm One residents who were still in the atrium.

"Well done to all of you. I hope you enjoyed the competition. Now if you
could all resume your positions while I confer with my fellow judges."
Benny instructed. The Boys quickly separated back into the two lines of
residents and non-residents while Benny, Malik and Roger stood together at
the bottom of the stairs, talking quietly.

"One to win, Two to lose!" Roger said bluntly.

"I don't know, I liked Three." Malik suggested.

"Yeah, that's just because they did a load of edging. They way as well have
put a caption on screen saying 'this is to get Malik's vote', it was so
obvious!" Roger argued back.

"What do you think, Sir?" Malik asked the still-distracted Benny.

"Oh, erm... yeah, One was best, Two was worst!" Benny said casually.

Roger nudged Malik and laughed. "Outvoted!" he taunted the other General.

Benny smiled at the exchange, then turned to face the two rows of
Boys. "Well it looks like we have a result." he called out, getting silence
from the few Boys who had been muttering quietly to each
other. "Congratulations to Dorm One on an excellent video, you are our
winners."

There was a cheer from Quentin, Taro and Philip, along with most of the
non-resident Boys backed up by tuts and moans from the other two Dorms.

"And our losers, Dorm Two." Benny announced.

Abdul, Stanley and David looked disappointed to have lost, but Alex looked
furious. Benny kicked himself for not realising that he had just branded
Alex a 'loser'. He had been keeping a low profile since the fight, but the
young Master feared that this rejection might have unwelcome side effects
for Alex.

Not wanting to dwell on the volatile Boy for too long, Benny continued,
"The prizes and punishments will be dealt with at a later date and thank
you all again for taking part, did you enjoy it?"

There was a chorus of agreements from the residents, some truly
enthusiastic, others less so.

"Now, I believe congratulations are in order as one of our unemployed Boys
has gone and got himself a job and now qualifies for spot in the house."
Benny called out. "Roger, bring him forward."

The large General quickly walked down the line of chaste young men,
stopping at the fourth one down. He grabbed the Boy's arm roughly and
pulled him into position equidistant between the two lines. Benny looked at
the young man stood before him. He had caught Benny's eye before, mainly
for his youth, but the Master had deliberately shied away from taking in
too much detail. Now though, he could take it all in.

He looked to be in his late teens, standing at about 5'11", 170 lbs, slim
yet stocky. His chocolate brown hair was cut short and his strong jaw-line
was coated in a dark stubble. Overall he was surprisingly hairy for his
age, a thin, soft covering of hair on his chest and stomach matched by the
dark fur on his legs and forearms. His smile caught Benny's eye, although
it was really less of a smile and more of a smirk. There was a quiet
confidence there, almost an arrogance about him that Benny had so rarely
seen in his Boys. However, it was the eyes that truly captivated the young
master. They were a soft brown, like pools of mud, but there was something
about it he could see immediately, it was like a kind of... sadness. Even
with the confident smirk lighting up the rest of his face, the eyes
remained unchanged.

Benny took several steps forward. At 5'7" he was a little shorter than this
new resident, looking up slightly to meet his gaze. "What's your name?"

The Boy raised an eyebrow, shrugged and said, "You're meant to be the
master, why don't you pick a name!"

There was a ripple of of shocked and mildly entertained gasps going down
the two lines of Boys. Benny actually heard a slight smirk from the two
Generals behind him, both of whom moved closer to flank the young Master.

Benny smiled. He was bold, that was undeniable. The confidence of the Boy's
smirk definitely ran to the core and as entertaining as Benny found it, he
wasn't about to be flustered by it. "What's your name?" he repeated, a
little more firmly. His eyes were fixed on the Boy's.

The two stood in silence for several seconds, neither of them moving the
slightest. Eventually the Boy broke the gaze, rolling his eyes and
shrugging again, "Zane..." He said casually with a sigh.

"Well, hello Zane!" Benny said, folding his arms and looking the Boy up and
down.

**********

Charlie was sat in silence as he had been for the last several minutes,
although it felt about a hundred times longer. He had expected fury,
rage... fists even, but so far Wesley had done nothing but sit and
stare. Assaulting his brother was one of the most shameful things he had
ever done in his life and it still haunted him endlessly. He had expected
that confessing it to Wesley would at least lighten the burden, but seeing
the look on his brother's face when he said it seemed to have the opposite
effect entirely.

"Why, Lee?" Wesley asked, shaking his head. "Just... tell me why!"

"I.... I got scared." Charlie replied nervously.

"You got scared? YOU got scared?" Wesley asked, his voice raising as he
repeated the comment. He stood up, staring down at his brother. "YOU don't
know what scared is! Scared is being surrounded by a gang of thugs. Scared
is having the last person in the world you thought was on your side turning
on you. Scared is getting into a stranger's car because you need money to
avoid starving, even when you know they're going to hurt you. THAT'S what
scared is!"

Charlie stared, open-mouthed. "Did... did you really..." he stuttered in
shock.

"Well yeah, how did you think I got by without family to support me?"
Wesley snapped angrily. He was normally so go at keeping it all inside,
covering it with the smiles, but with Charlie it just seemed to flow out of
him. He couldn't help wondering if it was simply because, on some level, he
was till 'Lee', his twin brother and best friend, the one he told
everything, the one he trusted more than anyone.

Charlie stared down at the ground. "I... looked for you." he said
quietly. "After you left, I looked for you. I went everywhere I could think
of. I nearly got kicked out of school because I kept skipping days to go
and look for you."

Wesley sat back down, his expression softening. "You did?" he asked
quietly.

Charlie looked up and nodded, his face haunted. "I knew it was my fault
you'd gone. I knew you hated me but I had to find you. I couldn't stand the
thought of you being out on your own. It was always Wesley and Charlie, me
and you, I just... I missed you so much!" His breathing was erratic,
betraying the tears he was struggling to maintain. Suddenly he was fourteen
again, feeling the sting of his own betrayal and the loss of his best
friend.

Wesley wanted to be angry, he wanted to hate Charlie for what he had done,
but right then, in that moment, he couldn't help himself. "I missed you
too." he mumbled.

Charlie's face lit up at the comment, standing and holding out his arms.

"Don't!" Wesley said, leaning back. "I... just said I missed you. I
don't... want to... kiss and make up!"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm sorry. Of course." Charlie said, quickly sitting back
down.

"But..." Wesley went on. "Look.... you hurt me, a lot.... but it was a
decade ago. I need to try and move on and it sounds like you do too. We
can't just forget it all happened, but.... maybe we should just talk more
some time."

Charlie smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, that.... I'd like that."

**********

Benny had moved back to the stairs with his Generals under the guise of
'planning the night's activities', but really he just wanted to talk to
them about the new resident.

Malik and Roger were both struggling to contain their smirks at Benny's
expression. "He's... certainly something!" Benny said, frowning.

Malik sniggered into his hand as Roger explained, "Yeah, he's pretty much
always a handful. He says he's a sub, but claims to be 'untameable' if you
can believe that!"

"He even referred to himself as a Lone Wolf!" Malik sniggered.

Benny glanced round at the Boy standing there with his arms folded, looking
round at the room casually with that smirk still on his face. He turned
back to the others and smiled.

Roger had expected more confusion from the young Master. Instead he was
faced with a confident smirk not unlike Zane's."What?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing." Benny said with a grin. "I've just... got a plan."

Before Benny could say any more, the door to Benny's lounge opened and the
Thompson twins emerged. The Master looked over, concerned but breathed a
sigh of relief as he saw both brothers smiling. He waited a moment while
they moved back to their regular places, gesturing to Wesley's clothes to
allow him to dress quickly.

"Right, well why don't we mix things up a bit tonight." Benny said
happily. "Wesley, you can be in charge of edging the non-residents and why
don't you take.... Anthony with you, show him how we do it." He pulled a
bunch of keys out of his pocket, removed one and held out the others.

"No problem." Wesley said happily, taking the keys from Benny. "Come on
Anthony." He called back to the young man in the line-up, who quickly
followed.

"Everyone else, you're in Roger and Malik's hands tonight." Benny said to
the line of residents before turning to his Generals. "Use your
imagination. Go wild!" He instructed happily.

The Boys looked nervous at the comment. Between Roger and Malik, they knew
that their imagination could come up with a LOT of interesting activities.

As the two groups went off their separate ways, Benny turned to the stairs,
walked up a couple, then turned and sat down, staring down at Zane who now
stood alone in the middle of the large atrium. Benny leaned back on his
elbows, making himself comfortable as the stare-down began.

The young Master waited several minutes, watching as Zane shifted his
weight from one foot to the other, arms alternating between hanging down at
his sides and folded across his chest. His expression remained unchanged,
continuing to exude cockiness and something almost akin to disdain.

Eventually the Boy broke the silence. "Are you actually going to do
anything?" he asked with an eye-roll.

Benny remained motionless. That was one. He was waiting for three.

Zane folded his arms across his chest again but this time kept them there
as he remained as motionless as Benny. Several more minutes passed as
painful silence enveloped them both.

Finally, with a sigh, Zane said flatly. "Well if you're going to ignore me,
I'm going to ignore you."

Benny stayed in place. That was two.

Zane began to shift a little more, taking tiny steps back and forth,
pivoting on the spot to get a better look around the atrium, having
switched from his fixed-stare to avoiding eye contact entirely. He took
several deep breaths in through his mouth and out through his nose as his
lips pursed.

"I didn't come here to waste my time. If you're not going to do anything,
I'm just gonna leave." Zane insisted.

That was three, and the Boy had given him the opening he needed, but he
needed to wait just a little longer. He needed to see if he would follow
through on his threat to leave.

Two minutes later, with Zane still standing there, Benny sat forward, the
movement immediately catching the Boy's attention. "Why are you here?" he
asked bluntly.

The new Boy stared for a few moments, reluctant to speak, as if doing so
would be admitting defeat, but he was visibly uncomfortable from the
prolonged silence. He shrugged and pouted. "Because you made me be here,
because of this." He said, grabbing the chastity device still attached to
him.

Benny reached into his pocket, pulled out a key and threw it. It slid to a
halt a couple of feet in front of the boy. "Then unlock yourself and go if
that's the only reason you're here."

Zane stared down at the key for several moments, then back up at Benny, but
showed no signs of movement as he pursed his lips.

"That's what I thought. Let's try this again. Why are you here?" Benny
repeated the question.

The Boy's brow creased as his eyebrows raised, his arms dropping to his
sides but his shoulders still tense. "I'm here to see if you're real."

Benny stood up. He turned round on the spot, looking down at his own body
and his outstretched arms. He patted his torso with his arms and then
looked down to the Boy. "Well I feel pretty real." Benny replied, getting
an eye-roll in response. "But that's not what you mean, is it? You
mean... am I really a Master, right?"

As the younger boy stared down, Zane's eyebrows raised a little more and
his head nodded ever-so-slightly.

Benny smirked and shrugged, doing his best to imitate the nonchalant Boy,
seeing a slight narrowing of his eyes in recognition of the gestures. "I
guess you'll just figure that out for yourself eventually, won't you!"

"Yes Sir." the Boy replied.

The response actually managed to catch Benny a little off guard. To go from
what seemed like utter disdain to addressing him so formally seemed more
than a little confusing.

"I may be stubborn but I know how to he respectful as well." he added,
obviously noticing the Master's slight confusion.

Benny smiled. Not the knowing smirk he had used to taunt the Boy, but a
genuine smile. It would have been easy to dismiss Zane as arrogant, cocky
or simply outright rude, but he managed to redeem himself quickly. Benny
could tell that none of this was an act, he wasn't trying to be difficult
or obtrusive, this was just him!

"Tell me Zane, how long has it been since you were allowed to cum?" Benny
asked, slowly descending the steps.

"Six weeks." he replied, his eyes widening a little.

"You must be..." Benny started, pausing to think of the best way to put it
as he leant down to retrieve the key from the floor.

"Fucking gagging for it... Sir." Zane replied, smirking a little at his own
unintentionally enthusiastic answer.

"Come on, I'll give you a quick tour, I'm guessing you haven't seen most of
the house yet. After that..." Benny said, finishing his sentence with a
wave of the key.

The Boy said nothing, he simply nodded eagerly.

Benny started the tour, explaining what rooms were where, what they were
used for and where he was allowed to go. He touched briefly on the daily
routine of the house, but he knew that it had probably already been
explained to them previously. He showed him the upstairs, explaining which
room was which, but made it clear no Boys were allowed in any of them
without being ordered to do so.

When they got down to the basement and Benny explained the four Dorms, Zane
stopped to ask, "Which one will I be in?"

Benny smiled as he replied, "You don't need to know that yet."

As they continued on, they went inside one of the four play rooms in the
basement as they heard noises from inside. Upon entering, they found Roger
and Malik standing at either end of the room as all ten of the Boys were
stood in a large circle.

"What's going on here then?" Benny asked, curious about what was
happening. Saturday night activities were often quite fun as they usually
involved everyone in the same thing, which was mostly the point of their
gathering, to being them all together.

"Circle jerk with a difference." Roger said with a wicked grin. "They're
all jerking off the guy next to them, and you can only win by cumming. Last
person left gets a reeeeally nasty punishment."

Benny frowned. "That... doesn't sound too bad."

"Really? Think about it. They're all jerking off the opposition. If they
make someone else cum, then that just gets them closer to losing, so nobody
wants to actually let anyone else cum!" Roger explained.

"Oh!" Benny said with a grin of realisation. "So they'll just be edging
each other to avoid losing. Do I even need to guess whose idea that was?"
he asked, looking over towards Malik.

Roger laughed, then gave Benny a questioning look as he gestured towards
Zane. The Boy was transfixed with circle. He was obviously so desperate to
cum right now that the sight of any sexual activity was enough to
captivate.

Benny grinned to Roger, then grabbed Zane's arm. "Come on, we've got to
go."

Reluctantly the boy followed, still looking back until they were clear of
the room. They quickly stepped inside another. Once they were inside, Benny
reached for the Boy's crotch and unlocked the device, removing it
completely and letting the Boy's cock hang free. It was a little shrivelled
from its prolonged containment, but easily hung down at four inches, and
would probably be closer to five as it loosened up. Unlike most of the Boys
in the house Zane, was cut, exposing the flared head.

"Oh God that feels better." Zane mumbled as he gently rubbed it.

Benny quickly slapped the hand away, getting a disdainful stare in
response. "I don't... HAVE to let you cum!" Benny said threateningly.

"Sorry Sir." Zane pouted.

"Lay down on there." Benny ordered, pointing to the flat, raised platform
in the middle of the room.

Zane obeyed, but Benny got the distinct impression that the show of
compliance was done entirely with the singular goal of cumming.

As the Boy lay down, Benny took each wrist one at a time and secured them
to the shackles in the corners of the platform. He noticed quickly that
Zane's cock had become erect within seconds of being shackled. Was it
simply extreme horniness, or did the Boy truly enjoy being restrained. He
made a mental note to explore it further at a later date.

By the time the Boy's ankles were similarly restrained, his cock was solid,
pointing up at an impressively thick eight inches. Benny placed a hand on
his foot, making him immediately squirm. 'Ticklish too.' Benny thought to
himself with a grin. 'That's something else for the list.'

He ran his fingers up the Boy's hairy leg, passing dangerously close to the
erection as he continued up the flat but slightly soft stomach and onto the
chest. Benny marvelled at the Boy's hair. To think that Zane was only two
years older than him, he was impressively more developed. It was just the
right amount of hair though, enough for Benny to enjoy and play with,
without him looking like some over-hairy bear.

'The Lone Wolf,' Benny thought, remembering Malik's words from
earlier. 'More like a little wolf pup.' He giggled slightly to himself at
the thought as his hands continued to explore the Boy's body, all while
Zane stared up at him, the earlier disdain and cockiness replaced by a look
of insatiable hunger. He really was desperate to cum!

Benny's hands continued upwards, gently stroking the young man's stubbled
chin before running his fingers through his soft, chocolate-brown
hair. Zane let out a slight whimper of happiness, but the look on his face
made it clear it wasn't intentional. Benny's hands went on with the
exploration, sliding over the small patch of dark hair in his pits and up
his arms, gently tugging and stroking at the dark hair of his forearms.

Benny quickly worked his way back down, circling a nipple of the way,
making a drop of precum ooze from the tip of the Boy's cock. Benny bypassed
the rigid shaft once again, this time going straight to the balls. His
fingers just glanced across the casually, but Zane let out a pleasured
grunt, once again unintentionally, quickly closing his mouth to contain the
noises.

The young master stroked the balls again, getting a similar response, but
slightly more muffled this time as Zane managed to keep his mouth
closed. The solid prick above them twitched wildly too. Benny briefly
considered seeing is he could make the Boy cum in this desperate state
simply from stroking his balls, but couldn't resist the impressive meat any
longer.

He wrapped his fingers around it, retrieving the precum generated from the
ball-stroking to add a little lubrication as he began to stroke. The
motions get a constant stream of happy moaning from the Boy. It was
understandable really, six weeks without cumming, six weeks with only a
weekly edging to look forward to, quite frankly it was amazing he hadn't
gone off already!

Benny could tell the Boy was close, so he slowed his hand to the slowest
stroke he could manage, getting a grunt of disapproval from Zane. "So tell
me Zane, how old are you?"

"Can't we talk... after?" Zane pleaded, looking up at him.

"No." Benny said, using his other hand to stroke the Boy's balls teasingly
again and getting a whimper in response. "We can talk now."

"I'm... I'm eighteen Sir." Zane gasped.

"And tell me, Boy, why didn't you leave last week when you had the chance?"
Benny asked, finally seeking an answer he had sought since the atrium. It
had occurred to him right after Roger had mentioned he was
'untameable'. Why would someone who believes themselves untameable stay
somewhere like that?

"I... it seemed like it might be fun." Zane moaned back.

It wasn't really the answer Benny sought, so he pushed a little further as
his hand continued to stroke. "So tell me, Boy, have other Masters
attempted to tame you?"

"Lots!" Zane insisted.

Benny noticed a slight change in the Boy's expression, emphasising the sad
eyes that had so quickly caught his attention earlier. He didn't want to
take it any further, he could sense something, but now wasn't the time to
pursue it. He said nothing else, he simply sped up his stroking until the
Boy's excited moans became an ecstatic yell as a thick white line of goo
formed from neck to navel. Benny couldn't resist. Just as the last few
spasms of the Boy's orgasm concluded, he stroked the Boy's balls again,
sniggering at the yelp of pleasure/pain.

Just as he was about to release Zane, he heard shouting coming from outside
the door. At first he thought it may just be cheers of victory from the
game taking place at Roger and Malik's command, but quickly realised that
wasn't what it sounded like.

"Stay here!" Benny said to the Boy as he dashed to the door.

"Yeah, like I have a choice." Zane mumbled, pulling at the restraints.

As Benny opened the door, he found Alex stood in the hallway facing off
against Roger. Malik was stood in the doorway to the other room with the
other Boys all crowding behind him to watch what was happening.

"You rigged it. You all did!" Alex yelled angrily.

"We didn't rig anything, you just lost!" Roger snapped angrily. "Now get
back in here!"

"Fuck you!" Alex snarled, backing up as Roger edged closer.

"Is there a problem here?" Benny asked firmly without raising his voice.

"He..." Alex started, but he could see the look in Benny's eye. The warning
from a few days earlier came back to him and he knew that if he continued
causing trouble now, that would be it. "I'm just... adding a bit of drama!"
he said, feigning innocence and smiling at Roger who scowled back.

Benny looked back and forth between the current and future Generals, not
believing the explanation any more than Roger did. "Fine." he said
flatly. "But that's enough drama. Sounds like you lost, so be a good Boy
and accept the penalty."

Alex shrugged, still attempting to fake nonchalance as he headed back into
the room.

"Good Boy!" Roger said tauntingly as Alex passed, smirking at Benny as he
did it.

Benny smirked back and shook his head before turning to go back in to
Zane. "Oh good, you're still here!" He said with a grin to the restrained
boy.

"Wow, that's really funny!" Zane said back sarcastically. "Now are you
going to let me up?"

"Not with an attitude like that, I'm not. Besides, looks like you're
already up!" Benny replied with a sly grin, pointing to Zane's crotch,
where his cock was once again rigid.

The Boy simply shrugged and returned to staring at the ceiling.

Benny shook his head. He had thought he was making headway with the Boy,
starting to develop his sense of subservience, but back came the cockiness
from earlier. He had a feeling he was at least beginning to get an idea of
how to connect with the boy, but as for taming him... maybe he truly was
untameable.

That was when the idea came to Benny. He walked over to the room's
equipment cabinets and opened one, quickly grabbing a couple of items
out. He headed back to Zane and sat on the platform beside him.

"What are you doing?" Zane demanded as Benny reached for his neck. The Boy
felt something cold and smooth wrapping around his neck then a quiet click
and he realised he had just been put in a collar. "What's that for?" He
asked cautiously.

"It's to attach this to!" Benny said, holding up a short chain with a
leather handle and padlock on one end and a loop on the other.

"Okay, and what's that for?" Zane asked, raising his eyebrows.

Benny smirked. "Well you're the untameable beast, the little wolf pup. I
can't have someone as dangerous as that roaming free amongst my boys, so
I'm going to keep you on a short leash... literally!" He explained.

Zane scowled, but surprisingly, didn't argue. In fact, Benny could have
sworn he saw the Boy's cock twitch just a little. He attached the leash to
the collar's padlock then set about releasing the Boy's limbs. Once he was
free, he stood, but Benny grabbed the leash and tugged on it gently. "Wolf
pups can't walk upright!" he said firmly.

The boy ignored the comment and remained standing. "You can put me in a
collar, but I'm not going to crawl!" He insisted.

"You will if I order you to." Benny said back.

Zane rolled his eyes. "Well, are you ordering me to?" he asked.

"Yes. On your knees." Benny insisted, pointing down.

Zane looked down where Benny was pointing, crossed his arms and just shook
his head.

"I said... on your knees." Benny said firmly.

"No!" Zane refused.

The Master stared back for a few moments before shrugging and saying, "Fair
enough." He started walking away, tugging on the leash for Zane to follow,
which he did, albeit begrudgingly.

The two of them headed back into the room that the other Boys were in,
mainly to check that Alex was still behaving. As they walked in, they found
Alex restrained on a stand similar to the one Wesley had been attached to
earlier, but instead of being spanked, he was currently being fucked by
Charlie.

Benny stopped and stared in delight at the beautiful man, his buttocks
clenching with each thrust. "Whoa!" he said delightedly.

"Yeah!" Malik grinned back at him from nearby.

"And that's Alex's punishment? Looks more like a reward!" Benny whispered
to his General.

"Alex may not think so eventually. He's taking us all!" Malik explained.

"Fuck!" Benny said in shock, then giggled at the appropriateness of his
comment. "Literally!" he added, getting a chuckle from Malik.

"Well I guess he won't be taking ALL of you!" Benny said with a grin,
gesturing towards Malik's crotch where his cock was still caged, making him
blush and squirm a little. "I guess I'll leave you to it!" he said happily,
tugging on the leash to make Zane follow, the Boy once again mesmerised by
the sexual scene.

As the Master and the pup left the room, they headed back up the stairs
into the atrium. Benny approached the main staircase, then stopped and
said, "Sit."

Zane stared at him with utter disdain.

"Fine." Benny said with a shrug. He tugged on the leash, making Zane bend
over, then attached the handle of the leash to a low part of the staircase
bannister. He locked it in place and stood back up, taking a few steps back
to take in the scene. Zane was still bent over, unable to stand due to the
length of the chain.

"I recommend you have a seat or you're going to end up with a very sore
back." Benny said bluntly.

Realising Benny was right, Zane sat, leaning on the bannister and somewhat
unhappy about being forced to obey an order he didn't want to.

"I'll be back later." Benny said casually as he walked away.

"You.... you're just gonna leave me here on my own?" Zane asked, actually
sounding slightly less confident for the first time that evening.

Benny smiled, but didn't stop or look back, instead just walking into his
private lounge. He took a seat and decided to take the few moments of peace
to write in his diary. Before he started though, he sent a quick message to
his Generals. [Please ensure nobody talks to or even looks directly at Zane
for the rest of the night. He is in the atrium chained to the bannisters.]

**********

Benny was starting to think it might be time to go and see to Zane when
there was a knock at his door. He had heard the non-resident Boys all
leaving earlier, and had briefly wondered if Wesley might come to see him,
but there had been no knock at the time. Since then, he had heard some of
the residents making their way through the atrium to various things.

He hoped that his message to ignore Zane had been passed on. If it had, he
had a feeling the Boy would be desperate for some attention by now, but
first he had to deal with his visitor.

"Come in!" he called out.

Surprisingly, it was Alex that walked in. Without waiting on further
instruction or invitation, the Boy headed straight for a chair and sat down
facing Benny. The young Master knew he shouldn't let such presumption go
unanswered for, but he had a feeling Alex was already on the edge,
especially as he winced as he sat down, his rear well-used from the earlier
punishment.

"Make yourself at home." Benny said sarcastically.

Alex didn't say anything, he just glared angrily.

"You okay?" Benny asked cautiously.

Alex gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he took a deep breath through
his nose. "I want to hurt people!" he virtually snarled.

Benny nodded gently. "After the punishment you just got, I'm not
surprised."

Alex shook his head angrily. "I don't mean because of that and I don't just
mean now. I mean all the time. I want to hurt people. I see them, doing
things, just... minding their own business and I want to hurt them!"

Benny was shocked and a little bit scared by the confession, but he did his
best not to let it show. "How long have you... felt like this?" he asked
calmly.

Alex shrugged. "I don't know, it's... always been there."

"Have you ever told anyone about it?" Benny asked, leaning back in his seat
as he observed the older boy. His face was lacking the usual arrogance,
anger and disdain, instead replaced by a look of shame.

"Nobody. Ever." Alex replied.

Benny tilted his head to the side as he considered what Alex had just said
and asked the obvious question. "So why tell me?"

"Because I want to stay here!" Alex replied immediately. "I saw the way you
looked at me earlier, I could tell what you were thinking, but please,
please don't make me leave." He begged.

"Have you ever hurt anyone?" Benny asked. He was reminded of Josh, of the
day on the beach that had disturbed his former lover so greatly.

Alex quickly shook his head in absolute refusal. "No, never. I mean, I know
I can get a bit aggressive sometimes, but... I've never let myself go
completely. Mainly because..." he stopped, breathing heavily. Benny nodded
for him to continue. "Because I'm scared that if I start, I'll keep going
and I might... really hurt someone and I don't want that. Not ever!"

Benny nodded again. Sighing, he sat forward and smiled gently. "I really
appreciate you telling me this, especially if I'm the first one you ever
have."

"But?" Alex asked, sensing there was more.

Benny sighed again. "But... I'm sure you understand how much that worries
me, especially as you'll be in a position where you actually could hurt
people."

"That's exactly why I'm telling you." Alex insisted. "I want to be here,
Benny. I need it. This place is amazing, but I'm scared I might hurt
someone too, that's why I'm telling you. I want your help. I want
to.... deal with whatever it is, I want to be... better!"

Benny couldn't believe it. Alex's words were so sincere, more-so than he
had ever heard him be before and the sentiment really struck a nerve with
the young Master – losing control, hurting people, wanting to be
better. He was following the same path Benny had found himself walking.

"Okay." Benny said, nodding with a gentle smile. "I won't be asking you to
leave, but we're going to work together and get you some help to handle
things, but you've got to do your best to keep cool. If you get angry and
need to vent, you can always come to me, but hopefully with some help and
some work, you won't even need to do that. How does that sound?"

Alex stared at the younger boy for a moment, then buried his face in his
hands, crying. He quickly stopped himself, sniffing and wiping his face as
he looked up. "Sorry... it's just... the thought of.... not feeling like
this any more. It would be.... incredible."

Benny stood up and approached Alex, holding his arms out. Alex stood up and
hugged him a little awkwardly. The young Master quickly realised that
hugging was not something that came naturally to Alex and wondered if the
Boy had ever really been shown much affection in any way. Perhaps it was
something he would find out as he spent more time with his new General.

"Thank you." Benny said as they parted. "I know it can't have been easy to
share this, and it really shows how much you want to be here!"

"I really do." Alex said, smiling sheepishly as he wiped his cheeks
again. "But I should go, it's nearly time for lights out."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. G'night." Benny said politely.

Alex headed for the door and called back, "Night Sir." as he went out.

Benny left it a few moments before following, wanting to allow another
person to ignore Zane before heading out. When he eventually went out, he
saw Zane still looking in the direction Alex had just gone. As he heard
someone else approaching, he looked round eagerly.

Benny's heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces as he saw the
look in the Boy's eyes. He just looked so sad and alone. The young Master
felt a slight twinge of regret for leaving him so long, but he had a
feeling it would have done what he intended it to. He suddenly looked more
hopeful as he realised Benny was actually heading TO him instead of PAST
him.

Benny knelt at his side, ran his fingers through the Boy's hair and smiled,
getting a genuine smile in return. Zane rested his head on the Master's
chest as he unlocked the leash from the bannisters. They remained sitting
together for a moment before Benny stood and said, "Stand."

Zane complied, although it was clear he was eager to do it anyway, if only
to stretch. "I'm sorry Sir, for being bad."

Benny nodded, looking up at the taller boy. "Good boy." He said quietly. He
unhooked the leash, getting a slightly confused look from Zane. Presumably
he had expected it to stay on a lot longer.

"You probably need to use the bathroom by now, so go do what you need,
shower if you like and when you're done, come straight up to my room. You
remember which one it is?" Benny asked.

"Left at the top of the stairs, then it's the last door." Zane said,
looking up at the mezzanine floor above them. "Won't I be in the Dorms
tonight, Sir?" he asked, cautiously.

"I told you you're not ready to mix with the other Boys yet, so I need to
keep an eye on you. Now go on." Benny said, gesturing towards the stairs
down to the basement.

Zane nodded and dashed off to prepare for bed as Benny made his way
upstairs to his room.

It was about twenty minutes later when there was a knock at the door and,
following a prompt from Benny, the new Boy walked in. Benny was laying on
the bed and Zane quickly approached before Benny sat up and held out a hand
to halt him.

"No, no. Wolf pups don't just get to sleep on the bed right away." Benny
said dismissively. He pointed to the floor across the room to where a
makeshift bed had been made out of pillows and blankets.

"But... I don't want to sleep on my own down there." Zane pouted.

Benny didn't move, he just continued to point until the Boy eventually
conceded and went to lay down, curling up on the temporary bed.

"Good night boy." Benny said, laying down and flicking the light off.

"Good night Sir." Zane replied unhappily.

Benny turned off the light, but flicked it back on a a couple of minutes
later as he heard a lot of shuffling and fidgeting. As he looked down, he
saw that the pup's bed was now a few feet closer to the bed, while Zane was
motionless, pretending to be already asleep.

The Master got out of bed and dragged the bed back, Zane sliding along with
it. "Stay!" he said formly as Zane looked up at him with a grin.

Benny only just managed to get the light off before his stern look cracked
and he grinned at the Boy's antics. A few minutes and he heard it
again. Once again the lights went on and he dragged the bed back before
returning to bed, saying nothing this time.

On and on it went, five times in all with the Boy moving closer and Benny
dragging him back. Finally, the lights went off and there was no
shuffling. Ten minutes passed and Benny finally felt like he had won, and
then....

"Sir!"

"What?"

"Can I sleep up there?"

"No!" Benny snapped, then lay back down.

Silence returned. Until...

"Sir!"

"No!" Benny immediately snapped without asking this time.

More silence.

"Sir!"

Benny ignored it.

"Sir!"

Benny had to stifle a snigger at the Boy's persistence.

"Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!"

"FINE!" Benny bellowed.

Within seconds, Zane had jumped up onto the bed, bouncing happily.

"Now shut up and sleep!"

"Yes Sir." Zane said happily, curling up beside the younger boy.

Benny was just starting to nod off when he felt Zane touch him. The
impudent Boy grabbed his arm and pulled it over himself. Benny sighed, then
rolled over and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and cuddling
together.

"You know I'm going to have to punish you for behaving like this, right?"
Benny whispered.

"Totally worth it." Zane whispered back, holding tightly onto Benny's arms.