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Benny's House
Chapter 23 – The Collar
by Matt
Friday 12th June 2015
"Oh come on, you can't still defend him!" Robert snapped angrily.
Quentin shrugged. "I'm not defending him. I'm just saying, he's a dom, we're subs. He says do something, we do it. That's kind of the whole point of us being here!"
"Yeah, I get that but... there are... I dunno... limits!" Robert argued back.
Quentin shook his head as he stared back at Robert. They were in Dorm One along with Charlie, Philip, Taro and David. They had all gathered there as soon as Quentin arrived home, at Robert's request.
"Yeah, you're right, there are. That's what the safe word is for, for when we reach them," Quentin insisted. He could understand Robert's issues, but couldn't quite agree with his summation that Alex was out of control. Things had been changing daily since Alex took over. He was definitely pushing the subs in the house further each day, but nobody had been hurt, not in any significant way.
Taro had spent a few days limping after being suspended on ropes all night, David had been unable to sit comfortably or lay on his back for a couple of nights after a particularly savage flogging and Quentin himself had endured more hours of edging on a milking machine than he had ever thought it was possible to endure. That was the extent of it though.
"Personally, I think it's kind of exciting. I've done things I never thought I could before," Charlie said with a one-sided smile.
"Whatever, he's still gone too far. Why does he need to take away our phones and tablets?" Robert demanded. When they arrived home earlier, as well as being stripped like usual, Roger had confiscated all electronic devices too.
"I actually kinda like that... too," David said sheepishly. "It's like... a whole new level of control!"
Robert growled in frustration. "Come on, someone's gotta agree with me. He's... he's just not right!"
"I'm with you... sort of!" Taro said quietly. Until then, he had sat quietly in the corner. "Look, I've served a dom before who just got his thrills from hurting people."
"And that's what you think Alex is doing?" Charlie asked, incredulously.
Taro quickly shook his head. "No. Not at all," he replied.
"I don't follow then," Robert said, getting even more frustrated that even the person who agreed with him seemed to disagree!
"It's Zack!" Taro said bluntly. "I don't know what his deal is with Alex but he's... like... I don't know. He's bad for him!"
There was a general murmur of agreement. While not all of the Boys had been witness to Zack's manipulations, they had all noticed that Alex seemed worse whenever his cousin was around.
"So what do we do about it?" Robert asked.
"Do about what?" Zane asked from the doorway, stunning everyone into silence. "What are you all doing in here?"
"Oh, nothing. We were just... talking," Charlie said, completely unconvincingly.
Zane walked in and looked around at the guilty faces. "About what?"
Nobody dared to speak. Back when Benny was around, some of the Boys had occasionally seemed reluctant to talk about the Master with Zane around. They knew he was still one of them, but there was always that niggling little doubt, that part of their minds that worried that everything they said would go straight from Zane to Benny. Since Alex took over, that feeling had become even stronger. Zane was always at Alex's side.
"He's on Alex's side!" Robert had put it once during another discussion with some of the other Boys. It was an opinion that was rapidly spreading.
"Oh, just about... you know... losing our phones and stuff," David said innocently. It wasn't a lie, which made it easier for him to sound convincing.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Robert demanded, standing to face the younger man.
Zane took a step back from the intimidating tattooed man. "How... how would I know?" he asked, frowning.
"Oh yeah, how would Alex's little 'lap dog' know anything?" Robert said sharply, reaching out and flicking the tag on Zane's collar.
"I'm nobody's lap dog!" Zane snapped furiously, shoving Robert away. The larger man took a step back, but the shove barely affected him at all, other than to take him by surprise. Zane stared round the room at all the shocked faces, then turned and stormed out.
"For fuck's sake, Rob. You don't have to be such a jerk about it!" Philip said, jumping up and nudging Robert out of the way as he followed Zane out of the room.
"Yeah, I think we're done here!" Quentin added, also heading for the door.
Robert turned and looked at the remaining Boys. "What's your problem? Get out!" he snarled, prompting the rest of the young men in the room to depart.
Saturday 20th June 2015
"Okay, everybody pair up!" Alex called out.
All the Boys had just come down to Play Room Two where they had found Zane suspended from the ceiling in the centre of the room, positioned with his arse and mouth both at perfect height for fucking.
In response to Alex's command, the Boys all split into pairs. Charlie and Philip chose each other immediately, while David and Taro stood together. Quentin and Josh, both from Dorm Four had moved together, leaving Robert with Zack.
"Okay, form a circle around Zane, each of you opposite your partner," Alex explained.
Once again everyone did as commanded and soon a circle was formed around the hanging Boy.
"A pretty simple game for you tonight. We'll spin Zane. Whichever pair he stops on will spit roast him for two minutes. After that, we spin him again. Cum in his arse and you win, cum in his mouth and you lose. Additionally, the last pair to both cum earns a little extra punishment. You all understand?" Alex explained the game he had devised.
"Yes Sir!" the Boys chorused.
"Great, then let's spin!" Alex said happily. He reached into the middle and gave Zane a gentle spin, avoiding doing it too hard so that they wouldn't end up waiting ages for him to stop. Bottles of lube had been placed around the circle for anyone who needed it, but Zane had been sufficiently prepared already. Most of the Boys were already hard in anticipation, but the remaining few who weren't quite there yet were soon standing to attention after a few quick tugs.
The suspended sub span a few times then came to a halt with his head facing Charlie, putting Philip at his rear. Not wasting any time, Philip immediately stepped forward and pushed inside Zane's rear, fucking him hard right from the start. As always, everyone was eager to avoid one of Alex's punishments, especially with the continuing input from Zack.
Charlie manoeuvred his cock into Zane's open mouth, but didn't put any great effort into it. He figured there was no point in risking cumming if it meant he would lose the game. Unfortunately, as soon as his large tool passed between Zane's lips, the Boy clamped them closed and started sucking, his tongue lashing at the head.
"Fuck!" Charlie muttered at the sudden stimulation. "Slow down, Zane," he whispered, "Are you TRYING to make me lose?"
Zane wouldn't have replied, even if he was able to.
Charlie stood there groaning, his arousal heightened more by the sight of Philip eagerly fucking the other end.
"Time's up!" Alex called out after two minutes.
Once Charlie and Philip were clear, they span Zane again. He came to a stop on Josh and Quentin. Once again, as soon as the cock was inside the Boy's mouth, he started sucking eagerly.
The game was cruel in its simplicity. Two minutes was not a lot of time to cum and possibly waiting several spins for another go gave plenty of time for the arousal to die down. As such, It was almost an hour before the first person managed to cum.
"No no no no no no no no!" David whimpered as he filled Zane's mouth with his seed. He had lost, but at least his team was halfway to avoiding the extra punishment. "Fuck it!" he muttered as Zane released his softening cock. He shot the suspended young man a dirty look, knowing that it was his rapid sucking that had made him lose.
On the game went, with cock after cock impaling Zane over and over. Next to cum was Zack whose enormous cock filled Zane's rear with warm spunk. Nobody was surprised that Alex's cousin had once again avoided punishment.
After Zack, Charlie was next, but like David he had been finished off by Zane's energetic cock sucking. Robert also found himself finished off orally, his grunts of frustration making it clear how annoyed he was about it. Zack cheered as it happened. With both he and his partner having cum, he had managed to avoid both punishments.
Quentin came next, while fucking Zane, followed by Philip who climaxed in the Boy's rear. Taro came just a few turns later, sucked to completion. Finally, Josh added his load to Quentin and Philip's just a turn later.
"Well I guess we're done!" Alex said bluntly as Josh pulled out. "So unless I'm mistaken, that's punishments for David, Charlie, Robert and Taro for cumming in the wrong end then an extra special punishment for Quentin and Josh for finishing last. Congratulations to Zack and Philip for being the only two who aren't a complete fucking disappointment!"
Before anyone had any chance to respond to the Master's annoyance, he marched out of the room, leaving them all a little stunned, except for Zack who was sniggering.
"I suppose we can go then!" Quentin said with a shrug.
"Shouldn't we... let him down?" Taro said, gesturing to Zane.
"Fuck him!" Robert snapped. "You saw that. He was totally trying to make us lose!"
"Yeah, I say leave him there!" Charlie agreed, following as Robert left.
The rest of the Boys, not quite as angry about Zane's behaviour, couldn't help denying what they had just seen. They followed, leaving Zane alone with Zack.
"Aww," Zack taunted. "Do your little friends not like you any more?" He casually span Zane as he teased him.
"I did what you said, now let me down!" Zane demanded as he rotated helplessly.
"No you didn't!" Zack said with a playful giggle. "I told you more had to lose than win! You made four lose, but four won, so... you failed! You know what that means, right?"
"No, don't hurt Roger. Please!" Zane begged, his head reeling as Zack continued spinning him.
Zack stopped Zane and snarled in his ear. "But you failed. That was the deal. You win and your little boyfriend goes untouched. You fail and he suffers for your incompetence!"
"Please, I did my best," Zane begged. He hated giving in to Zack, but he had to. When the vindictive teen had only been threatening him, Zane had found it easy to resist, but the thought of someone else, particularly someone he loved, suffering because of him, it was more than he could handle.
"Well," Zack said, spinning the Boy once and stopping him again, "I suppose I could let him off on one condition..."
"What condition?" Zane asked meekly.
"Take off... the collar!" Zack hissed.
Zane whimpered. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't let Roger get hurt, but at the same time, that collar, what it stood for, what it meant to him, it was the only thing keeping him going. "No, please, not that! Anything but that!"
"Anything?" Zack grinned. "Okay, I think I might have something!"
The usual Saturday night party was somewhat more subdued than usual. Alex's apparent annoyance at the subs for their many failings in the task as well as his angry outburst after it had put most of the Boys on edge.
The lounge, normally full of loud music and chatter was almost silent as everyone sat around either talking in barely audible whispers or simply contemplating what fate awaited them. Malik and Roger had joined them shortly after they arrived and had been more than a little disturbed by the downbeat atmosphere.
"What's up with you all?" Malik asked, as he flopped down onto the sofa between Josh and Quentin.
"Nothing. Just... not in the party mood," Quentin replied quietly.
Roger and Malik exchanged confused looks, but shrugged it off. There was no reason they always needed to be cheerful, maybe this was just a quieter day.
"Hey, where's Zane?" Roger asked, quickly noticing his boyfriend's absence.
The mention of the name silenced what little noise there was in the room.
"I think he's still downstairs," Quentin answered again, nobody else seeming particularly keen to talk.
"Oh, okay," Roger said, now even more worried about what was going on. He headed for the door but stood aside as he saw Zack walking on.
"Hi Roger," Zack said sweetly with an innocent smile.
"Hi," the large man said back with a polite nod before continuing out the door. As he saw Zane following shortly behind the other teenager, he stopped and grinned. "Hey cutie, I was just coming to find you." Zane didn't smile back, which worried the older man greatly.
"I... erm, can we go and talk somewhere," Zane requested quietly. Without waiting for a response or even looking his boyfriend in the eye, he turned and headed for the Dining Room.
"Zane?" Roger asked, clearly concerned as he follow behind. "Zane," he repeated as he closed the door behind him. "What's wrong?"
"Us!" Zane said, turning to look at his lover.
Roger took a slight back-step at the comment. "What... do you mean?"
Zane took a deep breath, barely holding himself together. "We're what's wrong. Us. As a couple. We're not working!"
Roger looked like he had just been stabbed in the gut. "Whadda you mean? Things are... great... aren't they?"
Zane sniffed back a tear and repeated, "We're not working!" He burst into tears, unable to hold it back any more. "I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU!" he yelled out.
"Zane, you don't mean that," Roger insisted, stepping forward with his arms outstretched. "Tell me what's wrong!"
Roger was only inches away. It would have been so easy to fall into his arms, to let his lover take away all the pain and misery, but he knew that if he did, Zack would only make things worse. With the last bit of strength he had, he pushed Roger aside and ran for the door. "We're done!" he called out as he disappeared into the atrium.
Friday 26th June 2015
"I'm not sure about this," Alex said as he said at the top of the stairs.
"Sure you are," Zack said, kneeling behind him, arms reaching round his waist as he planted gentle kisses on his cousin's neck. "You know he deserves it. This is your house now, but he's still wearing that reminder of the old Master. That can't go unpunished, can it?"
Alex closed his eyes as he felt the lips on his neck. "No, I suppose not."
"And nobody should ever be allowed to disobey you, should they?" Zack asked in a sharp whisper.
"No," Alex repeated.
"Good, now let's go, I think he's home!" Zack said as the front door opened.
The two cousins watched silently as Zane walked in and found himself face to face with his ex lover.
"Erm... hi!" Zane said awkwardly. It had been the same every day since they had broken up.
Roger's response had remained the same each day too. "Clothes!" he said, his expression blank.
Zane trembled as he stripped. As if being on front of Roger wasn't bad enough, he quickly noticed Zack and Alex sat at the top of the stairs. His more immediate concern, however, was the large frame standing in the centre of the atrium. Once he was naked, he looked to Roger and asked, "What am I on tonight?"
Roger didn't respond, instead he simply looked up at the Master who began walking down the stairs.
"Come here!" Alex commanded as he reached the large frame. It was a heavy wooden beam about six feet off the ground, supported on either end by heavy wooden supports. Various hooks and metal loops were attached along the length of it. A couple of small boxes were sat beside it, one of which had a cable trailing from it over to the wall where it was connected to an electrical socket.
Zane cautiously approached, scowling as Zack followed shortly behind the Master.
"I'll give you just one chance. Take off the collar!" Alex demanded.
Zane gasped. It was the first time Alex had requested it directly. Up until now, it had always been Zack's mission. His hands trembling, he reached up to it and took hold.
For just a moment, the two cousins thought they had finally succeeded, but then the Boy shook his head defiantly.
"No!" he said, almost in tears.
"Okay," Alex said calmly. "I gave you a chance. This is on you now!"
"Alex.... please," Zane pleaded, desperately hoping some semblance of his friendship with the other teen remained.
Alex stared into his eyes, his expression softening for just a moment before Zack laughed and called out, "Nice try, but you've earned this... Buster!" He spat Zane's pup-word like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Zane looked round at Roger, hoping to see at least some hint of sympathy there, but he remained the stone-faced sentinel that he always was while on duty.
Alex opened one of the boxes and pulled out two small wooden cubes, each about eight inches tall and wide. They were topped with a metal panel. He placed them under the frame, metal sides up then barked, "Stand on these!"
Zane did as commanded, then continued following the instructions he was given from Alex and Zack. Within a few minutes, his arms had been secured to the wooden beam, sufficiently high that he had to stand on tip-toes on the wooden blocks. Next they gagged and blindfolded him.
Inexplicably, Zane's cock had become hard. Despite his fear, or possibly because of it, his tool throbbed as it bobbed about in front of him. He moaned into the gag as he felt fingers around it. It made him want to throw up thinking that it could be Zack's hand, that the teenager he so massively despised could be causing him such great pleasure. As he stood there, he felt the hand stroking him closer and closer to orgasm. As expected, it stopped before he actually shot.
As soon as the hand let go, he felt a sharp lash across his back as he was struck with a flogger. Then another one and another. Working its way from shoulders to feet and back up again, his entire back half began to sting, then they moved onto the front until he felt like his entire body was on fire. Then the hand returned, stroking him rapidly, speeding him towards an orgasm he already knew he wouldn't be having any time soon.
When the hand stopped, he expected the flogger to return. Instead, he felt a sharp jolt of pain through his right foot. Instinctively he pulled it up, but then he felt the same in the other one. He pulled that up too, but let out an agonizing scream into the gag. A sharp pain shot across his shoulder blades as his entire weight pulled down on his arms. Desperate to stop the pain, he put his feet back down, only to get another jolt through each of them. He danced from one foot to the other, hoping to avoid the bursts of electricity.
As he hopped about, the hand returned, edging him once again, then the flogger. After repeating that a few more times, he was beginning to think he was grasping the pattern, knowing what to expect next. That was when he felt the dildo pushing inside his rear. He had been loosened up fairly substantially lately, particularly from Alex's huge tool, but the toy being forced inside him felt even bigger than that. Moments later, it began to send strong vibrations through him.
His head was reeling. How could Alex be doing this to him? How could Roger just stand and watch? Why was he suffering just for being loyal to Benny? Where was Benny? Why wasn't his true Master there to help him? He wanted to cry, but the barrage of edging, spanking, flogging, jolts of electricity and vibrations had him too distracted to even manage that.
Then, he heard a voice in his ear as Zack whispered to him, "Welcome to your weekend of hell!" Before he had a chance to react, he felt earplugs being put in, cutting him off even more from everything around him.
"Ugh, what's he got planned now?" Robert asked in frustration as he waited with the rest of the boys in Play Room Three.
Things had already been strange that night, with the mysterious wooden frame that had appeared in the atrium, but now everyone had been gathered together for a single activity, something usually reserved only for Saturday evenings. Even Josh had been asked to come in that night instead of the previous one. Roger and Malik were present and neither of them seemed to have any idea what was going on either. It was only Alex, Zack and Zane who were missing.
When the Master and his cousin finally arrived, they were joined by a third person that nobody else recognised. It was another teenager. He looked to be around the same age as Alex. He was quite slim, but tall, his slender frame accentuating his well-defined musculature. Facially he could best be described as average – not ugly, but not somebody who would get a second look in the streets. He was naked, like Zack and the rest of the Boys and was already sporting a short, but rock-hard erection.
"Evening everyone. We've got a guest tonight." Alex said politely. He gestured to the young man between himself and Alex. "This is Kevin, he'll be joining us tonight for a little bit of roleplay."
As the Boys and Generals exchanged confused looks, Alex continued. "To put it simply, Kevin's getting fucked... by you.... all of you!"
"Is he... okay with that?" Quentin asked with a slight frown.
"Fuck yeah!" Kevin chimed in excitedly as he looked at the naked men before him, grinning.
Except," Alex interjected, "He'll be acting like he doesn't. It's a bit of a fantasy for him, isn't that right?"
Kevin's grin dropped away as he flushed bright red. "Yeah, yeah it is!" he said sheepishly.
"We'll be filming it too!" Alex said, pulling out his phone.
There were slight murmurs of apprehension, but nobody outright objected.
"Unfortunately, Zack, that means you'll have to sit this one out. You're under eighteen so recording you doing this stuff would be illegal," Alex explained.
Zack scowled. "Aww come on, that's not fair!" he objected.
"Look, I know the recording will never leave this house or be seen by anyone but us, but I'm not opening us up to possible criminal charges because you're horny. So sit down in the corner and shut up!" Alex said sharply.
Everyone was quite surprised to hear Alex talking to his cousin that way, but it made a few of them smirk to see the younger teen put in his place. The comments, although not intended to assuage any fears about the recording, seemed to do exactly that.
"Well let's not waste any more time. In you go!" Alex said, roughly shoving Kevin into the small group before them. He immediately raised his phone and started recording.
Kevin was in the character instantly. "No, please don't hurt me!" he pleaded pathetically.
Some of the Boys got into the roleplaying quicker than others, but it didn't take long before they were savaging the whimpering Boy. Cock after cock impaled his pert, tight arse while he was forced to suck others. Alex made sure to get good angles, to record every interaction, every fuck, every suck, every word the Boy whimpered in protest.
It didn't take long before Alex stopped them. Some of the Boys had cum, others had not so it was a little surprising when the Master stepped in. "Okay, that's enough. You good, Kev?"
"AH fuck yes!" the Boy said happily as he climbed onto his feet.
"Good. You remember the way out?" Alex asked.
Kevin nodded and headed for the door. "Thanks. See you soon!"
The residents of the house all stood in silence, wondering what was going on as Alex pressed a few buttons on his phone. "Okay, we're all done."
"Great!" Zack said, jumping up from the corner he had seemingly been banished to, getting more confused stares. "Well that was Kevin. In case anyone was wondering, he's my friend from school. He's in the year below me!"
There came a few gasps from the gathered young men, more following as others worked out what he was saying.
"Alex, how old is Kevin?" Quentin demanded.
"He's fifteen!" Alex said flatly, his expression neutral, unlike the huge grin on his cousin's face.
"What the fuck!" Quentin said, feeling suddenly nauseous.
"That's messed up. Why the fuck would you..." Robert started before getting cut off.
"Shut the fuck up!" Zack yelled. "Not another word from any of you!" He glared around the room, looking utterly maniacal. "So let's think for a moment about that video we just made. A video which, by the way, has already been saved to a couple of other locations before you go getting any ideas. Now anyone viewing that video would see a group of nine guys fucking a fifteen-year-old boy against his will. Unless I'm mistaken, that's an automatic life sentence!"
"Alex, what's going on?" Quentin asked stepping forward towards the Master.
"I SAID NOT ANOTHER WORD!" Zack screamed. "You don't get it, do you? You belong to us now. You do what we say, when we say without question or that video goes to the police! Now follow me!"
Zack stormed out, quickly followed by Alex and then the rest of the household. Zack ran ahead, up the stairs and into the atrium. By the time everyone else arrived, he was delivering a flogging to Zane who was sobbing helplessly.
"You see this?" Zack called out, a maniacal grin spread across his face as he lashed once again at Zane's back. "This is what happens when you disrespect the Master... the TRUE Master. He will be remaining here until Monday morning. Anyone tries to help him, the video goes to the police. Anyone disrespects your Master and you'll end up right here alongside him. Do you understand?"
There were some shaky nods, but the group remained mostly in stunned silence.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he screamed, his eyes wild.
"Yes!" the crowd called out almost in unison.
"Good. Now Malik, I want him edged all night. Make him suffer. But be warned, if he cums, you're taking his place!" Alex ordered. "David, flog him. And make it hurt!"
"For... for how long?" David asked nervously. He loved being on the receiving end of such treatment, but inflicting it would have been a foreign concept under normal circumstances. With everything that had happened in the last few minutes, he could barely comprehend what he was being asked to do.
"Until I tell you to stop!" Zack said, his voice suddenly eerily calm. "The rest of you, get to your Dorms and stay there until we tell you otherwise!"
The crowd dispersed, Malik and David taking up the roles ordered while everyone else headed back to their rooms. Robert, Charlie and Philip went silently into Dorm One and closed the door behind them.
"Oh my God!" Philip mumbled as he stood frozen in the middle of the room.
"What the fuck... I mean.... seriously, what the fuck!" Robert said, pacing back and forth angrily.
"Oh my God!" Philip repeated, beginning to shake.
"Both of you, calm down!" Charlie insisted.
Robert turned and stared. "Calm down? CALM DOWN? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down. Some... teenaged psychopath has a video that can get me sent down for life and you want me to calm down?"
"Yes I do! And Phil..." Charlie pleaded gently, gesturing towards Philip.
"Oh my God!" he kept saying, over and over.
"Phil," Charlie said, stepping in front of his lover. He reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. "Phil, it's okay, look at me."
Still trembling, Philip went silent but looked into Charlie's eyes.
"It's gonna be okay," Charlie reassured him, pulling him into a hug.
"How?" Robert asked from across the room. "How exactly is it going to be okay?"
"I... have a plan!" Charlie said with a firm nod.
Zane had lost all concept of time. After his initial edging and flogging, he had already been losing any sense of how long he had been suffering. After what already felt like hours, it only got worse. He had felt multiple hands on his body, stroking and caressing him. It actually felt nice to begin with having the dozen tender hands softly touching his stinging skin. That was when he realised that it was more than just Alex and Zack doing these things to him.
In his head, the entire house was gathered round, watching him suffer, hurting him, teasing him. As the caressing hands began slapping and pinching, gradually getting more and more violent, he felt more and more isolated. Everyone was there, all against him, all hurting him. Zack had managed to turn everyone against him and all because of the collar, all because of his loyalty to Benny.
"I give up. Take it. Take the collar. He's not coming. Just take it. Please take it and let it stop!" he finally gave in, but it was no good. The gag remained firmly in place, muffling any words into nothingness. He needed to cry, it was all he had left, but the tears had dried up earlier and now simply refused to flow as he stood there, jolts of pain shooting through his feet from the shocks.
So lost in his misery and pain, he barely even noticed that he had once again been left alone. Now all he could feel were the shocks, the vibrating plug and the constant dull ache through his arms and shoulders.
Minutes passed again, but they could have just as easily been seconds or hours. His solitude both a relief and a constant reminder of the fact that nobody cared, nobody wanted him there. So lost in his misery, he flinched as he suddenly felt a hand on his side.
"Mmmmffff!" he moaned into the gag, terrified of what new misery was being inflicted upon him. Then the gag pulled away and a glass of cold water pressed against his lips. He drank it down eagerly, not realising how dehydrated he felt until the water was offered.
Once it was all gone, he cleared his throat and stretched his jaw. "Ah, who's... there?" he asked weakly. He quickly realised that whoever it was hadn't removed his earplugs, so even if the mystery stranger had answered, he wouldn't have heard. "Please let me down," he begged.
He felt arms wrapping around him and a head resting on his shoulder. Whoever it was, he was hugging him.
Zane cried again, amazed he had any tears left. Whoever it was, they cared. Even if it was just one person, someone cared. He still desperately wanted to get down, to be released, to just surrender and have it all over with, but if that wasn't an option, then this was the next best thing. He whimpered as the gag was pushed back into his mouth, then he felt a kiss on his cheek. With that, the mystery man disappeared.
The restrained Boy desperately hoped for sleep, or failing that, at least the ability to pass out, even for a little while but alas it simply couldn't happen. Some time later, probably a couple of hours, he felt the gag being removed once more. Was it the same person or someone else? He was too tired to care now.
Whoever it was, they gave him another drink and something to eat, which he accepted eagerly. Finally, before they left, they held a container against Zane's cock, which remained semi-stiff due to the permanent anal stimulation. He quickly got the idea and relieved himself. He was most glad of that part. The thought of just peeing as he hung there was possibly more humiliating than anything else, plus he was a little scared of getting electrocuted by the metal pads at his feet.
Once again, the gag was replaced and he was left alone.
Morning came and the atrium filled with bright light through the massive windows, slight illumination peeking round the edges of the blindfold. In a way it was a relief. He had made it through the night (thanks in no small part to his mystery visitor/s). On the other hand, that also meant that the residents of the house would be up shortly and his torture was likely to begin anew.
He was right. Less than half an hour later, he felt hands on his body, caressing gently at first before squeezing sharply on his nipples and tugging on his exhausted cock. And so began a torturous day of misery. Floggings, spankings, shocks and jolts, edging, nipple clamps, fucking with real cocks and more toys.
Every inch of him was burning with agony. Even the pleasure he got from the edging and fucking had seemed to morph into more misery for him. He had lost all feeling in his hands. The rest of his body felt numb until touched, every strike or caress reminding him of how much the constant floggings had made him sting. His balls felt massive, his prolonged edging turning his desire to cum into an absolute need. Every second he went without relief felt like an eternity.
Zane kept hoping that whoever his helper had been the previous night might manage to help him out again, but he knew it was unlikely. Sneaking up in the silent darkness of night was doubtlessly much easier than showing a moment of kindness while he was constantly under guard during the day.
When he wasn't too distracted by pain or pleasure, his thoughts kept going back to one thing... Benny! Where was he? He had been so loyal to his Master, so how could he just leave him there to suffer. He flip-flopped back and forth between burning anger at Benny leaving him there and desperate hope that he would return.
As the light creeping in around the blindfold began to fade and night set in, Zane found himself anticipating a visit from his helper so it came as no surprise when the ball-gag was pulled away. This time though, the earplugs came out. Then the blindfold came off too!
Alex and Zack were sound asleep in Benny's room. As a symbolic act of their new-found power, Zack had insisted they take over the former Master's room. As the main light switched on, they both awoke with a start.
"Who the fuck is..." Zack started, but froze mid-sentence as he saw who was standing beside the bed.
"Get out!" Benny snarled furiously at the younger teen.
"Oh, so they called the old Master, did they?" Zack sneered.
"What? B... Benny," Alex gasped, seeing the younger Boy standing at his side.
"Don't worry Alex. They can't do anything as long as we have that video!" Zack said confidently.
Benny launched himself onto the bed, wrapped a hand around Zack's throat and pressed him down onto the bed. "I said. GET. OUT!" He released Zack's throat and slapped him sharply.
Zack jumped out of the bed. "They won't get away with this! I'm sending the video to the police!" Zack called out as he ran for the door.
Benny, now standing on the bed stared down at Alex. "I think we need to talk!" he said coldly.
Out in the hallway, Zack was still muttering curses and holding his cheek as he looked back at Benny's room. He stopped abruptly as he bumped into someone. He turned to see someone he didn't recognise. "Who are you?" he asked in surprise.
"I'm Wesley. Who the fuck are you?"