Author's Note: As you may have noticed, I have posted three parts of this story at once. This is mainly to give you a bit more of an idea of what this story is going to be like. Chapters will come one at a time from now on. As always, character summaries are included at the end as an easy reference guide. Feedback and thoughts are all welcome at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
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Benny's House
Chapter 2 – Benny and the New Boys
by Matt
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the diary of Benny Harrison
Saturday 31st January 2015
I think there's a very good possibility I might actually be cursed or something. Every time things start going well for me, something comes along to fuck it up. If I had to make a list of the things I would have expected to go wrong in the house, what happened today wouldn't have even made the top one hundred! But hey, I suppose it's gonna keep things interesting!
Benny's wake up call and breakfast were delivered by Stanley that morning. It always gave him a thrill to see the man, mainly because he was the oldest of Benny's Boys. At forty-four he had been one of the first live-in residents at the house and seemed to be flourishing in the new environment.
He had been one of the men who had been blackmailed into joining, so Benny was pleased to see he had chosen to stay. The young Master could understand why though. Stanley had been single, pathologically single, a lifelong bachelor, but not really by choice. He had been so far in the closet he was virtually Narnian! A whole life of denial had been washed away when he received his first order from Benny. Now he was happily gay, totally subservient and loving every minute of life with Benny.
The Master had dismissed him as soon as the man placed the breakfast tray on his lap, not wanting any additional 'entertainment' for a change. He had other plans for the day. As soon as he had eaten and dressed, he headed along the hallway to what had now been dubbed 'The Generals Lounge'. When he started the house, he had only referred to the Generals as 'staff', not really giving them any formal title. It had only been when Benny had been showing a friend around the house that he had described them as his 'Generals' and since then the name had just stuck.
The Generals Lounge was on the same floor as the main bedrooms and was strictly off-limits to the Boys. In fact, aside from the morning breakfast deliveries and subsequent crockery retrieval, the Boys weren't allowed up on the first floor at all. They had access to everything in the basement and all rooms on the ground floor (with the one exception of Benny's private lounge).
As Benny walked in, he found just Malik and Wesley sitting there. Roger was presumably already downstairs, issuing the standard morning orders like he did every day.
"Good morning Sir." Wesley said politely.
Benny smiled at the young man. After Roger, Wesley was his favourite General. The young-looking twenty-four-year-old was always smiling and always cheerful. Benny knew he was popular with the Boys too, not only for his kind and approachable demeanour, but because of the way he treated them. When he was in dom-mode, he could be downright brutal. The spankings Benny had seen him give would bring tears to your eyes, but Wesley also knew the Boys well. He knew exactly how much each one could take, how far he could push them without actually harming them and most importantly, he would always look after them when he was done, ensuring they were okay. It was this attentive knowledge of them as individuals that made them all like him so much. It helped that he was quite an attractive young man too. He had a geekish look about him, his gangly frame and gentle smile belying the dominant personality inside.
"Morning boys." Benny said as he approached them. The room was decorated quite sparsely, consisting mainly of a large wooden coffee table with two-seater sofas around three sides and a large TV a short distance from the fourth. The two Generals were sat on different sofas, so Benny sat on the third.
"What's the plan today, boss?" Malik asked quietly, putting down his phone beside him.
Malik was a bit of an unknown quantity to Benny. He had been recruited and put through his induction mostly by Roger and had only joined the house full-time shortly before Benny had moved in. He was twenty-two and of South Asian descent, his family moving from Pakistan several generations earlier. He was fairly average looking in most ways, his dark hair cut short and styled deliberately messy, average build, a few inches taller than Benny, but he did have one feature Benny loved – his eyes. They were a brown so dark that they could almost be mistaken for black, and the way he stared at the boy sometimes made him shudder.
One of the most interesting things about Malik, however, was that when he had come to the house, he had not been alone. He had been accompanied by twenty-nine-year-old Abdul – Malik's uncle. While Malik was the second oldest of his siblings, Abdul was the youngest brother of Malik's father. Being only seven years apart, they had been more like cousins, but Benny had still noticed how Malik referred to him as 'Uncle' around the other Boys, taking great pleasure in the older man's embarrassment.
"I want you to go and round up some volunteers." Benny explained. "I'm going to let Alex move up to the next level today, so I want to make his final day as the Trash a memorable one. Anyone who wants to be involved should be in Room Three at one o'clock."
"Awesome." Malik grinned. "I reckon you'll get plenty of volunteers for that!"
"Yeah, definitely." Wesley agreed. "Although a few of them are out today so it's not going to be a full house. I know Robert had a meeting to attend and Henry's out until tonight for his daughter's birthday."
Benny smiled, again appreciating that his General could be so attentive to the lives of his Boys. "Great. You'll both need to attend too, of course. For... you know what!"
"Oh I'll happily be there!" Malik said excitedly. Wesley just nodded his agreement.
"Good. Aside from that then, and the gathering tonight, you can let the Boys know the day is theirs." Benny explained, getting up from the sofa. He headed for the door, but stopped and said, "Oh yeah, actually I've just thought of something else. Could you arrange for David to be brought to my private lounge at eleven?"
"Yes Sir." both Generals replied as they watched their Master leave.
Stanley turned to the door as he heard it open and saw David walking in, looking a little nervous. "You okay?" he asked, looking down from his top bunk.
"Yeah." David replied quietly, then took a seat in the chair opposite the bunks, between the two large wardrobes.
"You sure?" Stanley asked, knowing that the young man clearly wasn't.
Stanley was a natural worrier. Being the oldest occupant of dorm two, he had become somewhat of a protector to his room mates. Back when it had been just Stanley and Abdul in the room, it had not been a role he had needed to take on often, the young Asian man normally coped well with whatever was thrown at him. David was still quite new though and seemed to be struggling to settle in. As such, Stanley had been required to get involved a lot more.
"It's just... should I be worried that Benny has asked to see me?" David asked nervously, looking up at the older man.
"Oh, is that all?" Stanley said, smiling with relief. "Yeah, don't worry about it. You've been here a little while now, he probably just wants to check up on you. He did it with all of us."
David smiled, clearly relieved. "Good, I thought he was gonna chuck me out or something." David chuckled. "Hey, you going to the thing this afternoon?"
Stanley turned up his nose and shook his head. "Nah, not really my style. You?"
"I dunno." David said with a shrug. "Maybe if Abdul's going."
Stanley smiled again, shaking his head. "You've really got to stop relying on me and Abdul for everything. Just because the others are in different dorms doesn't mean you can't mix with them. You should go, it'd be nice for you to do something with some of the others."
"Yeah, I s'pose." David said with a thoughtful nod.
Benny glanced at the clock as he heard a knock at the door. Exactly eleven o'clock. One of his top demands for his Boys was punctuality. When he set a time for something, they obeyed! "Come in." he called out.
The door opened and Wesley walked in, with David trailing shortly behind. "Here's David as requested." the smiling General said happily. "Would you like me to stay, Sir?"
Benny was about to dismiss him when he changed his mind and said, "Yeah, take a seat over there." he pointed to an empty armchair.
The General closed the door and took the seat as directed, leaving David standing there looking more than a little awkward.
"You can come a bit closer." Benny said with a warm smile, pointing to the empty space in front of him. The Boy obeyed, stepping forward.
Benny looked him up and down. Aside from the demand for punctuality, his other favourite rule was 'no clothes in the house' for the Boys. It certainly made it easier to appreciate their bodies. The thirty-four-year-old man stood there now, completely exposed. His hair was dark ginger, but below the neck he was completely smooth, choosing the shave both his bush and the minimal hair on his navel. Standing at just 5'5" and around 130 pounds, he was quite slimly built. He had a very cute smile, although it didn't tend to show very often because of his obvious nerves. His cock hung limply down at just a few inches long, but Benny remembered he was definitely a grower!
Benny smiled. "Hi David, you okay?" He asked.
David nodded, occasionally glancing at Benny but trying not to stare. "Yes Sir." he said quietly.
"You've been here for a while now. How are you getting on?" Benny probed.
"Fine Sir. It's nice here." he answered politely.
Benny nodded. "I'm glad you like it. And your room mates, you get on okay with them?"
"Yes Sir." he replied, a little more enthusiastically. "Stanley's been really good to me and Abdul's nice too."
"Great." Benny said happily. He found himself thinking about how lucky he was that the Boys mostly seemed to get along. Putting them together in such close quarters with a slight lack of personal space could have been a recipe for disaster, but so far they all seemed to be handling it well. He continued questioning his Boy. "And how have you found the activities since you've been here."
David's face lit up, flashing the smile that Benny liked so much. "They're great Sir. I've been able to try things since I got here that I've always fantasised about and even more things I never even considered."
"Anything in particular you've enjoyed?" Benny enquired, overjoyed at the man's enthusiasm.
David looked round at Wesley and blushed, then said, "The spanking, Sir."
Benny smirked as he saw Wesley smile back at the Boy. "I take it Wesley has... given you a few workouts then?" the young Master asked.
David said nothing, he just turned around to reveal his rear which was virtually glowing red. He quickly turned back, still smiling.
"Impressive." Benny said, nodding his approval to Wesley before looking back to David. "Think you can take some more?"
"Fuck yes!" he said eagerly, then stared at Benny and said, "Sorry, I mean... yes Sir!" His cock began to swell before Benny's eyes, clearly enjoying the prospect of more spanking.
Benny sat back in his seat, caught David's eye then nodded towards his own lap. The aroused man picked up on his signal and lay across Benny on the sofa, his stiff cock poking down between his Master's legs, already-red rear positioned perfectly.
Without a word, Benny raised his hand and swung it down onto one cheek with a loud slap, then on the other one. He heard David moan happily with each swipe. He pressed his legs together, squeezing on the solid tool hanging down. Benny slapped a few more times getting happy moans in response as Wesley watched on, delighted with the show.
The young Master gestured to his general to go to a small cupboard behind him. As Wesley opened it, he found a range of paddles and other implements designed for spanking. "Take your pick!" he said, pressing David's head down into the sofa cushions as he tried to look up.
Wesley looked at the collection, very impressed. The collection downstairs in the game rooms was nice, but the Master's private collection of paddles, crops, canes, floggers and whips made his cock literally twitch. Staring wide-eyed he reached up and took hold of a round leather paddle, the body of it about ten inches across. There were a dozen holes in each, each one surrounded by a slightly raised metal edge.
Wesley approached the Boy laying across his Master's lap and held out the paddle. Benny shook his head and pointed down to David's exposed rump. Wesley grinned at the thought of being able to put on a show for Benny. He raised the paddle and slapped it down hard. David screamed and even Benny jumped at the ferocity of it.
Benny looked up at Wesley, sporting a very concerned expression.
"Boy, what's the safe word?" Wesley snapped, the harsh tone seeming almost out of place coming from the timid-looking man's lips.
"Parrot." David whimpered.
Wesley looked back at Benny, showing that what he was doing was within the Boy's threshold. His concerns alleviated, he nodded for his General to continue.
Within two seconds the paddle fell again with a loud SMACK. Benny watched delightedly as red welts started to appear on both cheeks from the metal rings on the paddle. David's whimpering had turned into sobbing.
"What do you say, Boy?" Wesley demanded.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another one please." David called out.
Benny could feel the man's cock twitching between his legs and it was only when he felt wetness soaking through his jeans that he realised the man had cum. The Master's own cock was already painfully swollen, pressed into his lap by David's body.
Wesley swung the paddle again.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?" David repeated, receiving another swipe. David asked again and his request was granted with a loud smack. He was sobbing, almost hyperventilating, entire body shaking. The paddle kept falling and David kept asking for more.
"Parrot!" David whimpered at last.
It was like a flip had been switched in Wesley. He put aside the paddle and dropped to his knees beside the sofa. "Shh, it's okay, Boy." he whispered in David's ear then started to gently kiss around his neck and shoulders, a hand gently stroking the battered arse cheeks. "Shh, you're a good Boy."
Benny watched in amazement as the brutal General comforted the Boy, helping to calm him quickly, the sobbing stopping.
"Come on, up you get." Wesley whispered with another kiss to the Boy's neck, then started helping him stand.
As David stood and wiped away the remnants of his tears, Wesley pulled him into a hug. "You did great." he said, kissing him on the cheek as they parted.
Benny just sat and watched. These two were the living embodiment of what he wanted for his house. The kink, the enjoyment, the pain, the caring, all of it.
David turned and looked at Benny, face as red as his rear. "Did... did I please you Sir?" he asked.
Benny smiled, at both of them, then said, "You did. Thank you, Boy. You can go."
David walked over to the door and left without looking back leaving just the Master and his General. "Does he normally take that much?" Benny asked, still surprised that the boy had taken so many of the brutal strikes.
"Nowhere near." Wesley said, putting the paddle back where he had got it. "I think he was trying to impress you!"
"Well he certainly did that!" Benny said with a grin, gesturing to his crotch and his obvious erection.
"Same here!" Wesley said, gesturing to his own. "Would you... like a hand with that?" he offered.
Benny smiled. It was tempting, seeing both the brutal and sweet sides of Wesley up close, he had a new appreciation of the young man, but he shook his head and said, "Nah, I think I'll save this for Alex!"
Wesley grinned wickedly, grabbing his own bulge. "Good idea!"
The door slammed open, the sudden flood of light making Alex flinch. Still partially blinded by the sudden illumination, he felt himself being grabbed by the arms and lifted to his feet. He was turned to face back into his tiny closet, as the leather hood covering his head was unzipped and removed. Before he had a chance to appreciate the freedom, he felt something else being out over his head. Everything went black and he realised he was being blindfolded.
His arms were pulled behind his back and rubber restraints wrapped around each wrist. Once they were both secure they were connected together. Blindfolded and restrained, he felt himself being led away. He heard running water start and figured he probably had to be in the shower room.
"Nobody wants to touch you in that state." a voice hissed in his ear.
"So we're gonna clean you up." another said on the other side.
He got pushed along again, felt water by his feet and suddenly he was under a shower. "Aaah." he yelled out. The water was icy cold. He jumped back but got pushed under again.
"Stay there or we make it worse!" the first voice insisted, holding him.
As soon as the hands let of him, Alex jumped away again.
"Fine, the hard way it is." the first voice said, almost happily.
He was held under the water again and felt hands rubbing him all over, lathering him up. He whimpered and started shivering as the cold water chilled to the bone. Suddenly he felt himself get pushed along again under a different shower. This one was hot, too hot! They had obviously been careful with the setting, it wasn't hot enough to scald, but was definitely far hotter than was comfortable, especially against Alex's chilled skin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he called out, trying to move but being held firmly in place. He got pulled back again, suddenly yelping as the cold water felt like needles. For several minutes he got pulled back and forth from too hot to too cold.
By the time they turned the showers off he was whimpering for it to stop.
"There we go, all nice and clean." the second voice said happily, starting to dry him off with a towel.
"Yeah, all ready for the fun!" the first voice sniggered.
Alex knew the safe word, but he knew what using it would mean. He had endured weeks of living as the 'Trash', the lowest of the low and figured he had to be near the end of it. He had been told that if he used the safe word at any time, his rough treatment would stop, but he would be out of the house and that was simply not an acceptable option to him. He was on his way to becoming a new General and he wanted it more than anything.
Benny's rules about induction as a General were strict. You start at the bottom, the 'Trash', even lower than his Boys. After that came a few weeks of living as one of the Boys before finally being allowed to take up the mantle of General. He insisted that he would not let anyone be in charge of the Boys without fully understanding how it felt. Since coming to the house, Alex had most certainly gained an insight into the life of a sub. It had simply made him want to be a General even more, every indignity he suffered filling him with joy as he considered the prospect of being on the dom side of it.
He wanted to ask what 'fun' was planned for him, but he had learned within the first day that speaking without being instructed to only lead to pain or suffering so he remained silent, allowing himself to be lead into another room.
Benny watched happily as Roger and Malik led the Trash into Room Three. Benny had watched briefly what was going on in the showers before heading into the room ready for the boy to be brought in. When he had first met Alex, he had been just sixteen but already had a man's body. Two years on, he had continued to fill out impressively and it gave him a thrill to see someone so broad and muscular so totally under the control of his Generals. He almost wished he could keep Alex as one of his Boys, but he knew the young man's interest in the house was only in becoming a General. As well as the impressive body, Alex had stunning good looks – a strong jawline, perfect lips, piercing green eyes (currently hidden) and a mop of blonde hair, messy from the shower and rough towel-drying he had received. His cock was decidedly average though, just under six inches hard. It was nice enough, but compared to the rest of his physical near-perfection it seemed a little disappointing.
Benny was pleased by the turnout from his Boys. Roger, Wesley and Malik were all there as were Taro and Quentin from dorm one and Abdul and David from dorm two. Eight guys, all stood eagerly around the Trash, all waiting to begin. Benny gestured to the chain hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the room and his Generals took his cue, unlinking the restraints behind Alex's back and securing them to the chain instead, leaving him stood there with his hands in the air.
The Master started to undress, getting a thrill as everyone else watched him. While Alex had filled out substantially in the last two years, Benny had not, still retaining his slim boyish build. He had long since gotten past being self-conscious about it though, knowing that most of the guys in the room would worship him whatever size he was. It was this confidence that kept most of them attracted. Once he was naked, he indicated for the Generals to strip too then watched as they obeyed.
Wesley's lanky frame was almost hairless aside from the small patches above his cock and under his arms. Malik was naturally quite hairy, but kept it trimmed neatly, his chest covered in a layer of short dark hair, a thick line of hair running down from chest to pubes. Roger was quite hairy too, his entire torso covered. As Benny watched his Generals strip he thought to himself that he needed a night with just them again. He hadn't done that since shortly after Malik arrived. It could be a good way to keep Alex in line too, a reminder that even as a General, he was still one of Benny's Boys.
With everyone naked and, in most cases, rock hard, Benny approached the restrained Boy. He reached up and took hold of a nipple, squeezing it tightly and twisting. Alex grunted, obviously not wanting to show the pain, but unable to hide it completely. "I hope you're ready, Boy." Benny whispered to him. "We're going to fuck you, and flog you and spank you. You'll suck us, we'll make you cum as often as we want, you'll be nothing more than a tool for our pleasure. And what will you say?"
Alex's face screwed up. He was clearly not enjoying the description of what was to come, but through gritted teeth he said, "Thank you, Sir."
Benny reached up and gently slapped Alex's face a couple of times. "That's a good boy." He looked round at everyone else. "Shall we begin?"
Benny's warning turned out to be completely accurate. The men did everything to Alex they could imagine. Most of the Boys were fairly inexperienced as Doms and didn't really do much to him, some just spanking him lightly or sucking his dick, a couple fucked him, Taro had taken quite some time abusing the helpless boy's nipples. It was his Generals that Benny enjoyed watching the most.
Wesley's penchant for spanking that he had witnessed earlier came into play once again, this time though he did a little more, spanking Alex's rear raw, but then expertly using a flogger to abuse the rest of his body, once again not to excess, stopping right at Alex's threshold. Meanwhile, Malik displayed an ability that Benny found himself truly appreciating – edging. Despite Alex's reluctance to make any noise or indication when he was either hating or enjoying anything, Malik had an uncanny knack for telling when the boy was close to cumming, keeping him torturously on edge over and over. It was a mix of Malik's edging and Wesley's flogging that caused Alex to actually started to make some noise. He whimpered and panted as the two Generals took it in turns edging and flogging, sucking and spanking. By the time they were done, Alex was no longer standing, he was hanging from the chain, his legs like jelly.
"What do you say, boy?" Malik hissed in his ear, still teasing him close to the edge.
"Thank you Sir!" Alex yelled.
Wesley swung a paddle, a loud crack echoing through the room.
"Thank you Sir!" Alex called out again.
With their work down for now, Wesley and Malik backed off, letting everyone else take a turn. Roger stepped up. He moved behind Alex and wrapped his massive arms around the boy. Despite Alex's muscular build, Roger's massive arms still wrapped around him easily. He squeezed, holding the restrained boy in a tight bear hug, knocking the wind out of him a little.
Alex gasped for breath as he felt the large man holding him. "Do you want to cum, Boy?" Roger snarled in his ear, much louder than was necessary.
This was Roger's speciality, intimidation and humiliation. His size had naturally lead him into it, but his personality was most definitely designed for it too. Benny always loved seeing new boys crumble under the gaze of the large man. Alex was doing much the same now, the part of his face that was visible clearly conveying his fear.
"Y... yes Sir." Alex pleaded, still desperate from Malik's edging.
"You think you deserve to cum?" Roger snapped, releasing the boy from his bear hug and slapping his rear.
"Yes Sir." Alex whimpered.
"You pathetic, little piece of Trash. You don't deserve ANYTHING!" Roger literally screamed the last word.
Everyone else in the room with the exception of Benny flinched at the noise. They had all been on the receiving end of that treatment before, and it was not something you could forget!
"I... I'm sorry Sir!" Alex stuttered.
"Oh, you're SORRY?" Roger hissed right into Alex's ear, reaching down and squeezing the boy's balls firmly.
"Oww." Alex yelped, his whole body shaking, still trying to get back on his feet.
"If you want to cum, you worthless Trash, then BEG for it." the large man said angrily, walking circles around the blindfolded sub.
Benny watched on excitedly as Alex started to beg. He never imagined he would see the boy like that. He was so strong-willed, so aggressive that he really thought he would break, call out the safe word and refuse to take this any further. Instead, he hung there, beaten, exhausted and pleading with Roger for release.
"Disgusting!" Roger hissed, spitting on him. "Someone come and fuck him!"
Taro jumped forward, erection in hand. He got some lube from one of the dispensers dotted around and rubbed it on his shaft before immediately plunging it firmly into Alex's rear. The Boy fucked Alex roughly, grinning as Roger walked behind him and whispered, "Good Boy."
As Roger circled round again, he grabbed Alex's nipples and squeezed them both firmly, getting a whimper from him, possibly pleasure, maybe pain, probably both! Taro continued fucking him, his hands lopped up under Alex's and gripping the front of his shoulders.
"Aah, ah, fuck, yes!" Taro called out as he added another load to Alex's rear, most of it oozing out and down the slave's legs as he pulled out.
"Th... thank you... Sir." Alex gasped as his hole throbbed.
Benny signalled for Roger to back off, stepping in to finish. "Boys. Leave!" Benny snapped.
Looking a little disappointed that the fun was over, the Boys filed out of the room. The Generals, however, knew what was coming and simply looked at Alex sympathetically.
Once Benny and his Generals were alone with Alex, he pulled off the blindfold and looked Alex in the eye. "Alex, I'm really sorry about this, because you're really not going to like it, but I promise you I'm doing it for a reason." Benny said seriously.
"Wh... what are you doing?" Alex asked, looking round nervously at the four young men surrounding him.
"I'm afraid the safe word is now revoked. We don't stop until I want to." Benny said, looking almost sad as Alex shuddered. He gestured to Malik, Roger and Wesley who understood the order and began.
All three of them got to work at once, treating Alex to a new round of their own special treatments. Wesley picked up a paddle and resumed spanking Alex's already reddened rump, nowhere near as hard as he before, but on skin that already stung, each swipe felt painfully sharp. Roger resumed his yells of abuse in Alex's ear, making him flinch and try to lean away, at the same time tugging on his nipples. Malik, however, was not subjecting Alex to the edging he had endured earlier, instead he simply started stroking the boy's desperate cock at full speed.
"Oh God." Alex moaned as his cock, arse and nipples all became painfully sensitive.
Benny stepped forward to assist Malik, placing his palm over the head of Alex's straining dick and rubbing firmly. The extra stimulation was horrific for the restrained boy, making him yell out louder.
"Stop, stop, please!" Alex pleaded, looking from one torturer to the other.
It was at least some consolation that none of them looked to be enjoying themselves, but not much.
"FUUUCK!" Alex screamed as his cock erupted into Benny's palm.
The young Master kept his hand there, the cum oozing out of it between his fingers, some dripping to the floor, the rest sliding down his shaft, lubricating Malik's still-moving hand. Wesley and Roger continued their own actions too as a wave of post-orgasm sensitivity flooded Alex's senses.
"STOP. STOP. FUCK, PLEEEASE, PLEASE STOP!" Alex yelled out desperately, sobbing.
Through the pain, the discomfort and the fear, Alex could feel his cock getting ready to shoot again, his earlier treatment had primed him for multiple releases. His entire body convulsed as his cock pumped out a second load, but still it continued.
"Parrot. PARROT! I GIVE UP!" Alex screamed over and over.
And still it went on. The Master and his Generals ignored the boy's pleas as they tortured him towards a third senses-shattering orgasm.
His sobs and begging became just a series of pained moans as he verged on blacking out from the vigorous assault, and then.... it stopped. He felt himself being lowered to the ground, eventually laying on his side and curling up as his cock occasionally spasmed and his whole body twitched.
Crying and shaking, he felt someone sit at his side, moving him to place his head on their lap. A hand reached for his throbbing rear, rubbing in something gently that felt cool, giving at least a little relief. He felt other hands in his hair and on his body, soothing and comforting him.
When he finally opened his eyes and looked up, he found all four of them looking down at him sympathetically.
"We're sorry Alex, but this was important." Benny apologised.
"We all had to go through it." Roger said, his tone gentler than Alex had ever heard it.
"W... why?" Alex asked, not understanding what had just happened.
"Alex." Benny said softly. "My Boys literally place their lives in our hands here and that's a big responsibility to have. What you just went through, would you ever want to see anyone else go through it?"
"No!" Alex snapped instantly, almost shuddering.
"Good." Benny replied. "You know I start you at the bottom so you understand what the Boys go through, this was like the final lesson, you had to see what a Boy would go through when the rules are ignored and limits get broken. People get hurt and I will do ANYTHING to protect my boys from that. Do you understand."
Alex sat up, wincing slightly as he placed his weight onto his stinging arse cheeks. "Yeah, I do." He looked round at the Generals again. He could see the sympathy in their eyes, presumably remembering when they had been through it themselves. "Wait, did you say... final test?"
There was a slight chuckle from the others. Benny smiled at him and said, "Oh, you noticed that then? Yeah, say goodbye to the hood, you're moving up!"
After giving Alex his final lesson, Benny had spent some time with the Boys. The residents of dorms one and two were both a bit shocked when Benny walked in. It was not something he had really done before. It was part of his new approach. He wanted to get to know his Boys. Cold detachment was fun and certainly increased their fear and reverie of him, but it was also a little lonely too. He hadn't stayed long, mostly because he could see the Boys all felt a bit awkward having 'the big boss' in their rooms, but the conversations were polite and pleasant leaving Benny satisfied with the progress he was making.
He went upstairs, grabbing a snack from the kitchen on the way then retreated to the solitude of his own bedroom, leaving the Boys and Generals to do their own thing until the meeting that evening. He was sitting on the sofa, playing a game on his phone when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
"Come in." he called out. The door opened and Roger entered. "Everything okay?" Benny asked, momentarily worried.
"Yeah, it's fine, I just wanted to come up and check on you." Roger with a friendly smile.
Benny just looked at him questioningly.
"Alex's lesson." Roger added. A look of understanding spread across the boy's face. Roger approached him. "I know you hate that part so I just wanted to check you're okay."
"Thanks." Benny said, touched by the man's concern. "And yeah, it did kinda suck. I really don't like hurting people, but you know how important it is, especially with Alex."
Roger dropped onto the sofa beside the boy, frowning at him. "What d'you mean, especially with Alex?"
Benny deliberated. So far his concerns about the new General had been kept to himself. Benny had been the sole man in charge, taking on responsibility for everything, but he was beginning to wonder if that should change too. He had to admit that since relaxing the relationship between himself and Roger, allowing the man to treat him as a friend in private rather than just a master, he felt so much happier. Should he open up with this sort of thing too?
Benny sighed. "He's... I don't know, sometimes I get this vibe from him. I mean, he's always been pretty intense, but... it's hard to put my finger on." Benny attempted to explain. The feeling was hard to put into words, it was more a general sense of intuition than anything else.
Roger nodded anyway as he listened. "It's not too late to change your mind about him, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but... I want to trust him. The weird feeling aside, he's also got something about him that just makes him perfect for this place. I could see him being great in charge of the Boys." Benny said hopefully, relaxing back into the seat and sighing again. "He's... a risk! I was almost hoping he'd break before he made it to the final lesson."
Roger looked down at him. "Why don't I just keep an eye on him for now. If I see anything that I think might be a problem, I'll let you know and you can decide what to do about it then."
Benny chuckled. "Oh, what would I do without you, Roger?"
"Don't worry, you never need to find out." the man replied, blushing slightly.
********** As the evening gathering approached, Benny was surprised to find himself looking forward to it. The meeting with David and then Alex's lesson had taken a bit of a toll on him, but he loved getting all of his boys together, especially when there was going to be new blood. It was always exciting as Benny insisted on 'no spoilers' about the new guys, he enjoyed the surprise.
How old would they be? What would they look like? Would he even like them? He had to admit he had been lucky so far, he either liked or was happy to tolerate everyone who had come into his house, perhaps with the exception of William. Perhaps that was why he had chosen to leave earlier in the week.
Now though he headed to the door as Roger arrived to signal they were ready for him. He headed down the hallway to the top of the stairs, looking down at the two rows of guys waiting for him and smiling. As he began his descent, his eyes fell on the first of the two men at the far end. He was a short, darker-skinned man, maybe around thirty, possibly Italian or Spanish, Benny's knowledge of 'men of the world' was not really extensive enough to know just from a glance.
As his eyes moved across to the second, he stopped mid-step, staring. It was a like a spotlight fell on the man, the rest of the room plunging away into darkness. "Wow." Benny shuddered, his entire body suddenly breaking out in goosebumps. He felt a nudge from Roger, prompting him to resume walking. As he continued to the bottom, he carried on straight across the large atrium to the two new arrivals, his eyes fixed on the second man.
The closer he got, the more he could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. To call the man beautiful was an understatement. He looked like he was in his early twenties. He had a strong triangular jaw, coated in heavy stubble, pink lips, ever-so-slightly parted, a straight narrow nose, long eyelashes with the most mesmerising blue eyes Benny had ever seen. His hair was sandy brown, shining almost blonde where it caught the light, hanging down neck length at the back and swept from one side of his forehead right across to the other, a few strands hanging down loosely in front of his eyes. As if sensing the boy's stare, he reached up and pushed them aside.
The teasingly long walk ended with Benny stood in front of the two men. Roger and Malik stood behind them, with Wesley hanging back, almost hiding behind them. Benny knew he had to speak, give his first orders, but it was like his breath was frozen in his lungs.
"Sir?" Roger asked quietly, looking a little concerned.
Benny looked round at him and nodded, then shook his head and put on a stern face. "What are your names?" He first looked to the darker man.
He was most certainly not unattractive, but his looks paled against the vision stood beside him. He had jet black hair, tied back in a tight ponytail, dark eyes and full lips, surrounded by a narrow goatee. While short, he looked fairly well built. He looked at Benny nervously and said, "Anthony. Anthony Molina."
Benny took a breath and turned his gaze on the second man, requiring every ounce of self control to keep the stern expression on his face.
"Charlie Thompson." he said confidently, then smiled at the boy, revealing a row of perfect white teeth.
Benny actually heard himself gasp at the stunning smile, feeling like his goosebumps had just got goosebumps. He turned back to Anthony and asked, "Why are you here?"
"T... to serve you." he stuttered shyly.
Benny cursed the man for his short answer, hoping for a few moments before looking back at Charlie. He looked round and asked, "And you?"
There was the smile again. "I'm here to have some fun!" He was just oozing confidence and charm, something the rest of the Boys seemed to quickly pick up on, a low murmur of chatter beginning to rise.
"Quiet!" Roger barked, the noise stopping instantly.
As if energised by Roger's yell, Benny squinted at the two men and snapped, "Strip!"
Charlie's tight white t-shirt already showed how well he was built. As he pulled it off, Benny found himself staring again. His chest was impressively muscled, with a light patch of hair in the middle that spread wider as it went higher. His nipples were pert and surrounded with a few sparse hairs too. The man's stomach was flawless, with a narrow strip of hair running from belly button to waistband, but smooth aside from that. He threw it aside and started removing his jeans.
Benny forced himself to stare away for a moment, giving Anthony at least a little attention. The dark-haired man was stripping a lot more slowly, only just revealing his well-toned and surprisingly hairy torso.
Benny couldn't look away from Charlie for long, quickly looking back to see him kicking aside the jeans. He stopped for a moment, standing there in just a pair of black Aussiebum briefs with white trim, his legs hairy and muscled. He grinned at Benny, then glanced round at the naked men in the two rows. Some of the residents seemed to be showing a little growth and he wondered if the ones in chastity on the opposite side might be starting to feel the devices tightening. With another quick grin at the young Master, he leant down, pulling the underwear down then stood up as he tossed them onto his pile of discarded clothing.
Charlie's cut cock hung down loosely, a few inches long and quite chubby, crowned with a small patch of sandy brown pubes. He gave his cock a quick squeeze then stood there confidently with his hands behind his back.
Anthony sped up as he realised Charlie was already naked, soon standing there naked too, but hunched over and almost trying to hide.
Benny shifted slightly, feeling a little self-conscious over the obvious erection he was now sporting. He cleared his throat and asked, "What do you do for work?" He desperately hoped Charlie had a job. If he turned out to be unemployed and couldn't join the house as a resident, it would be devastating.
"I'm a cook." Anthony said, staring at the ground.
"And I'm a model!" Charlie said, raising his arms into a flexing pose. Benny just stared. "Just kidding, I'm an estate agent."
Benny smirked. He could actually believe the man might have been a model and appreciated the joke, but suddenly felt like he shouldn't be encouraging such flippant behaviour. "Good." he said. "Let's get on with this."
The Master turned away from the new arrivals for a moment. He looked round at the men in the chastity devices. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bunch of keys. He threw them at Malik and said, "You get that lot this week." He gestured towards the five men. "Edge them and send them home, grab one of the Boys to lend you a hand."
Malik looked at the row of residents, then caught the eye of the Asian man standing at the end. "Come on... Uncle!" he said with a wicked grin, watching as his Uncle Abdul blushed and walked towards him. Malik lead Abdul and the five other men towards the back of the atrium, heading down the stairs to the basement.
Once they were gone, Benny leant to the side, peering round at Wesley who was still hidden behind Roger. He gave his General a questioning look. Wesley responded by stepping aside, his usual smile conspicuously absent.
"Wesley!" Charlie called out.
Benny looked round. The new arrival suddenly looked like a completely different person. The confidence vanished and he almost seemed to shrink at the sight of the General, a strange look on his face, a mix of fear and... something else.
"I take it you know each other?" Benny asked.
"Yeah." Wesley said, uncharacteristically aggressively. "You could say that. He's my twin brother!"
Benny stood looking back and forth between the two. The tension was almost palpable. He had to intercede otherwise something was probably going to kick off. "Boys, go down to Room One, I'll send someone down soon. Roger, take Anthony and Charlie into the lounge. Fill them in on how things will work here, I'll be there shortly." Benny ordered firmly. They all moved to obey.
Roger directed the two new arrivals to pick up their piles of clothing then lead them to the main lounge. Wesley's eyes remained fixed on Charlie who kept looking back nervously until Roger shut the lounge door.
"Come with me." Benny said to Wesley, then headed to his private lounge.
The angry-looking General followed his Master into the room and shut the door behind him. Benny took a seat and gestured for Wesley to do the same, but the man refused, pacing back and forth.
"Are you okay?" Benny asked. The answer was obvious, but he asked anyway.
"Yeah." Wesley said back sharply, still pacing. "It just.... it's a bit of a surprise seeing him."
"I take it you're... not on good terms?" Benny asked, another obvious but seemingly necessary question.
Wesley shot him a glance that answered the question without a word.
"You should have said something sooner. This shouldn't have been the way I found out about this!" Benny said firmly.
"I had no idea he was going to be here. Malik's the one who found him. He'd been talking all week about this hot new guy he'd found, said he was really keen to join the house. I had no idea it was Charlie until I we gathered at the top of the stairs. I know I should have told you before we came down, but... I just kinda froze and hid. I'm really sorry." Wesley explained.
Benny rubbed his hands over his face, sliding them round to the back of his neck and linking his fingers together. He leant back, staring up at the ceiling with a deep breath, thinking for a moment. All it took was a quick thought about Charlie and he could feel his heart pounding, which just made what he had to say next even harder.
"Look, you know I want everyone here to be happy. This is... clearly going to be a problem for you so I'll ask him to leave." Benny said, lowering his hands and climbing onto his feet.
"No." Wesley said sharply, then looked at the young Master, his expression softening a little. He took a deep breath. "No, please don't."
Benny stared at the man for a few moments with his arms folded, silently demanding an elaboration on his request.
"Seriously, if you'd heard how excited Malik was and how keen it sounds like Charlie is... I think he'd be a good fit here." Wesley explained.
Benny shook his head. "No, it's not a good fit if it's going to make you uncomfortable."
"I'll get over it!" Wesley replied, much more sharply than he had meant to. "It's been..." he paused, thinking for a moment, "Almost ten years. You can't hide from your problems forever!"
Benny was about to argue back, but suddenly found himself sympathising. He had recently been forced to face some of his own problems so he could understand the man's sudden resolve. The boy chewed his lip for a moment, torn between his desire to keep the beautiful man in his house and his responsibility to look out for Wesley. "Fine." he finally said. "He stays, but I'll be keeping an eye on you both."
Wesley nodded his understanding.
Benny continued his prolonged stare, but replaced his stern frown with a gentle smile. "D'you wanna talk about... whatever happened?"
"No!" Wesley replied instantly, then sought to change the subject. "Shall I go and sort out the boys?"
"Yeah." Benny replied, not wanting to drop the subject just yet, but accepting he probably wouldn't get much further with the obviously-shaken young man. "Include Alex too, and get him moved in to dorm two."
"Yes Sir." Wesley said with a nod, then left.
Benny followed him out, but headed across the atrium to the main lounge. As he walked in, he saw Charlie and Anthony sitting on one of the sofas with Roger talking down at them. "And if the Master agrees, you stay, otherwise you're gone."
Benny had timed the entrance well, Roger had just gotten to the end of the explanation Benny normally gave to new arrivals himself, setting out how the house worked, how their wages get paid straight to Benny to pay for their upkeep, how the first month was a trial, how there were rules in place to keep them safe, but that the Generals and Benny would work with them to explore their limits.
"Hello Sir. I was just finishing up." Roger said firmly.
"Thank you Roger." Benny replied, then turned his attention to the two seated men. "So are you in?"
"Yes!" Anthony said quickly. His nerved had begin to pass and the explanation had clearly interested him greatly judging by the erection his was trying poorly to conceal.
Charlie seemed to have gone the opposite way, now sitting there timidly, attempting to make eye contact with anyone. He just nodded his agreement to Benny's question.
"Roger, could you take Anthony outside for a moment while I speak to Charlie." Benny requested. He thought he might have been nervous about being alone with the man, but something had happened. That nod, that agreement to join the house had changed something. He was no longer the beautiful stranger, he had become one of Benny's Boys.
As the door closed behind the Roger and Anthony, Benny sat down on the arm of a sofa across from Charlie and stared at him, waiting patiently. It took a few minutes, but the silence eventually got to the nervous-looking man and he finally made eye contact with Benny.
The young Master felt the goosebumps return, but remained confident, not letting the man's beauty distract him. "Wesley said he's okay with you being here. Now I need to know if you're okay with it."
"What... did he tell you?" Charlie asked, looking almost afraid of what the boy might reply.
The curiosity was killing Benny, he wanted to know what had happened between the two brothers, but he tried not to let it show. "Nothing really. So are you okay with being here, knowing Wesley is one of my... men?" He resisted referring to him as a General, figuring the new Boy may not understand the titles just yet.
Charlie just nodded.
Benny wanted to talk to him more, to do things to him, touch him. He knew he could. The stunning man was essentially now his, but the timing just felt off for anything like that. "Go outside and tell Roger I want to see him." Benny ordered.
"Okay." Charlie said, standing up. He looked at Benny and smiled. It was weak, but showed just a hint of confidence and charm he had shown earlier. "I mean... yes Sir!"
Instant erection! Benny was glad the Boy immediately went out of the room as it gave him a chance to readjust.
Roger came back in and awaited further instructions, remaining in sub-mode despite being alone with Benny.
"Go and sort out the paperwork with them, give them the tour and then get them settled in the dorms. I've told Wesley to put Alex in two, so put Charlie in one and Anthony in three." Benny ordered.
"Yes Sir." Roger replied with a nod.
"Oh, and Roger, make sure you keep Charlie clear of Wesley for now, just on case." Benny added.
Once Benny was alone again, he flopped down onto the sofa. A house full of Boys seemed like such a simple idea back when he had it. Now, though, he lay there wondering exactly what he had let himself in for!
INFO
Due to the large cast, and mostly new characters, I will be including a brief summary at the end of each chapter of the characters involved so far. If you ever need a reminder when starting a new chapter, just refer back to this to refresh your memories.
Benny's House – The Occupants
The Master ----------
Benny Harrison – 16 – Benny began his dominant lifestyle at the age of 14, taking control of his babysitter. After that ended, he began exploring the life of a Dom further, eventually getting more and more men under his control. At sixteen he moved into a house he had bought with money earned through blackmail. Despite a recent crisis of conscience, Benny is very much the man in charge and now seeks to run his house in a safe and enjoyable way for the men under his influence. Benny appears to be greatly attracted to one of the new Boys in the house, Charlie, but he has put that aside for now in order to address the issues between Charlie and Wesley.
The Generals ------------
Roger Jenkinson – 20 – Roger is one of Benny's longest-serving subs and acts as his second-in-command, holding authority over the other Generals as well as the Boys. Not much is yet known about his past before meeting Benny. He is a very large man and excels at intimidation and humiliation. Roger is currently adapting to his new position as Benny's friend, having only really served him before as a Sub.
Wesley Thompson – 24 – After Roger, Wesley is the longest-serving General in the house. In many ways he is Roger's opposite, appearing kind and compassionate with the Boys, making him very popular with them. That doesn't mean he's a pushover though. When it comes to being a Dom, he means business, particularly when it comes to spanking and inflicting physical pain, although he never takes it too far. His twin brother has recently joined the house as one of the new Boys, the two having not spoken for about ten years.
Malik Mahmood – 22 – Malik has been in the house for a few months and has quickly settled into his role as a General, taking great pleasure in pushing the Boys to their limits with his impressive edging and teasing skills. He takes great pleasure in teasing Abdul, his Uncle.
The Boys --------
Dorm One --------
Quentin Trent – 35 – Quentin is one of the few residents of the house who actually has any contact with Benny outside of the place as he is a teacher at Benny's school. He was originally living in the house under threat of blackmail, but now stays of his own free will, happy to serve. As the oldest occupant of Dorm One, he tends to take on the role of protector and carer for the other Boys in his room.
Philip Bennett – 25 – Philip is one of the newer boys at the house and is still in the process of settling in. He has become close friends with Quentin and Taro, but has not gotten to know many others yet.
Taro Hayashi – 19 – Has been living the Sub life for several years already, despite his young age and is happy to have found a place to enjoy it safely with Benny. He is assertive when he needs to be, but has a kind heart which makes him popular amongst the other Boys.
Charlie Thompson – 24 – Recently joined the house, introduced by Malik. Upon arrival, he discovered his estranged twin brother Wesley was one of Benny's Generals, causing significant tension. The reason for their issues have not yet been revealed, but Charlie's initial confidence was shattered upon seeing Wesley. He has been assigned to join Dorm One.
Dorm Two ------
Stanley Newton – 44 – The oldest of the Boys and patriarch of Dorm Two, Stanley had lived a very sheltered life before meeting Benny. He had been very much in denial about his sexuality up until that point and since coming to terms with it has begun to explore all his long-suppressed desires.
Abdul Mahmood – 29 – Abdul came to the house with his nephew, Malik, who is more like a cousin to him due to their similar ages. Not much is yet known about Abdul or his relationship with malik prior to coming to Benny's House.
David Frederickson – 34 – Another recent arrival, David is still quite shy and timid around Boys from the other Dorms. Like most of the others, he has taken a strong liking to Wesley, particularly in light of his wonderful spanking skills, an activity David particularly enjoys.
Alex Stafford – 18 – Alex knows Benny from before he started the house, having played a part in the events of Summer 2012 which set Benny down his current course. He is a natural Dom and seems to have a truly vindictive streak. He is currently undergoing the mandatory training to join the house as a new General and has just been assigned to stay in Dorm Two during his time spent as one of the Boys.
Dorm Three ----------
Anthony Molina – 31 – Just joined the house and has not really had much involvement yet, his arrival being outshone somewhat by the issues between Wesley and Charlie. Newly assigned to Dorm Three.
Robert Naylor – 36 – Mentioned only by name, not yet seen
Henry Baxter – 40 – Mentioned only by name, not yet seen.