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Benny's House
Chapter 31 – The Offer
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Friday 11 September 2015
I was never really popular at my old school. I mean, I had my little group of friends – Warren, Sam, Greg etc, but other than that I wasn't really well known. When I moved schools, I kinda did my best to keep a low profile and I guess it worked as I'm kinda nobody there too. I mean, it's not a bad thing. Kids my age are ridiculously dull, especially the boys with all their bravado and macho bullshit. I mean, the real 'big shots' in school brag about all the sex they have when I bet all they really do is go home and have a sad wank every night. If they had any idea of the stuff I get up to, it'd make their heads spin.
That's all kinda changing now though, thanks to Kian. He's so ridiculously shy so I've pretty much had to do the talking for him during his first week. I never really intended to come out at school, but I never planned to hide it either, I guess I just figured it wouldn't come up. I couldn't help myself though. Everyone was curious about the new guy so I guess I kinda had to mark my territory. The second he walked into the classroom, I pretty much grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat. The really amazing thing is, everyone thought it was either really brave or really romantic. I mean, sure, there's a few homophobes around, but fuck them, I'll do what I want like I always have!
Kian's first full week at school was good though. I don't know what it was like where he went to school before, but if he wasn't doing well it was clearly their fault. He loves to learn and he is SO smart, it's pretty sexy! I like to think I'm helping him though. He can focus on school a lot more because he's not distracting himself with cumming... or rather, I'm still just not letting him!
"Please. Please let me stop!" Kian begged, his entire body trembling, his smooth flawless skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. His breathing was heavy and ragged, cock throbbing and oozing precum as his hand hovered over it, ready to stroke again as soon as he backed away from the edge.
"How long did I say?" Benny asked, not even glancing up from his diary.
"An hour," Kian moaned.
"And how long has it been?" Benny asked flatly.
"Thirty-six minutes!" Kian said, staring at the clock.
"Then do you think you can stop?" Benny asked, his face not revealing the pleasure he was getting from Kian's pleasured suffering.
"No Sir!" Kian moaned as he grabbed his cock again. It took barely more than a dozen strokes before he had to let go again, his cock twitching wildly and dripping.
In reality, Benny had long finished his daily diary entry but was now enjoying teasing Kian further by not even looking at his desperate edging. His own cock was rock hard. Domming any of his Boys was enough to arouse the young Master, but Kian brought him a special type of pleasure. Knowing that the boy was all his, not just out of sub/Dom loyalty like most of the Boys in the house, but out of something even stronger, it filled with him the most uplifting sense of pure joy he had felt in far too long.
Benny waited a little longer before looking up from his diary. Even through the frustration and irritation of the forced edging, he noticed the corners of his young lover's lips curl into a brief smile as their eyes met. It made his chest ache. "Hey Kian," Benny said softly.
"Yes Sir?" the Boy asked dutifully.
"After you're done with that..." he said, sliding down off the sofa and onto the floor in front of Kian, "I'm going to fuck you!"
"Oh God!" Kian gasped. His eyes widened with a mix of ecstasy and fear, he felt like he was about to blow. His breath caught on his throat on almost every breath as he strained every muscle he could to hold back an unauthorised eruption. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," he kept muttering as his cock bounced and twitched wildly, a near constant stream of precum oozing from the swollen tip.
Benny could barely contain himself. He wanted to touch the excited teen, but he knew that even a single touch would push him over the edge. Instead he stood up and looked down at the naked vision of beauty before him.
Kian's look of terror lingered on, no longer from the fear of shooting, but more from a lack of understanding of what was going on. "Oh shit, it's like... oh fuck... like I'm edging... but I.... fuck... but I don't even... have to... oh fuck!" the boy gasped desperately.
Benny struggled to remember ever seeing anyone quite this turned on. Just as the boy seemed to be calming down slightly, he reached up and undid a button on his school shirt. Kian gasped in response, the thought of seeing his boyfriend strip enough to keep him teetering on the brink, untouched.
"Oh fuck," Kian squeaked, looking away.
"Eyes on me, Boy!" Benny said firmly, waiting for the naked teen to respond before undoing another button.
What followed was the most torturously slow strip Kian had ever witnessed. He had spent the entire time so close to cumming that he wondered how he had managed to hold back.
"Just thought you might want to know," Benny said, walking behind Kian and leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Your hour was up five minutes ago! You know what the means..."
Kian threw himself forward onto all fours, raising his butt into the air. "Fuck me, please. Please Sir!"
The sight of the boy's pert ass, positioned and ready, coupled with the boy's desperate plea sent a shot of excitement through Benny. Kneeling down, he reached between Kian's legs and scooped the large glob of precum from the throbbing head of his cock.
The momentary contact made Kian whimper and shake.
Benny used the precum to lube the Boy's own hole, before stroking his own cock a few times to spread his own slippery emissions. "Remember, no cumming without permission!" Benny reminded his lover as he began to push his straining tool into the puckered hole.
Kian began to cry softly. "Pleeeeeeease. Please, I have to cum, please, please Benny," he begged pathetically, his voice high and strained.
Benny felt momentarily bad at hearing Kian cry, but they had talked about this. As much as he objected in the moment, orgasm denial was one of Kian's biggest turn-ons. The fact it was also one of Benny's just made it all the more perfect. He reached down under Kian's chest and pulled him upwards so that his back rested against his Master's chest. Allowing his arms to encircle the teen's slender frame, he rested his chin on Kian's shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the Boy's neck before kissing it. "Shhhh," Benny whispered in his ear as he began to slowly fuck him.
"Mmmmmm," Kian moaned. He didn't know what felt better, the cock in his ass, the arms holding him tightly or Benny's lips gently grazing his ear as he whispered to him.
"It's okay, don't cry sweetie," Benny said quietly. "Think about it, what do you really want? To keep feeling so horny for me, to keep pleasing me, to show me how much you want to obey me... or one quick little orgasm?"
"I want to serve you, Sir!" Kian gasped, pushing his body back against Benny.
"So if I say you don't get to cum?" Benny asked, letting out a pleasured groan of his own as he slowly slid in and out of the entranced teen.
"Then I won't cum, Sir!" Kian said dreamily.
"Good boy," Benny whispered, letting one hand slide down to grasp Kian's precum-dripping cock.
Knowing exactly when to start and stop based on nothing more than the clenching of the Boy's hole, Benny continued to tease him as he fucked him. "Oh fuck," Benny grunted as he began to pump his load.
Kian tilted his head back onto Benny's shoulder and turned it to the side, reaching up with one hand to direct Benny's face towards his own. Still moaning from the throes of orgasm, Benny moaned into Kian's mouth as they kissed.
Benny's hand slid down the shaft of Kian's straining dick, finding nothing but smooth skin. The small patch of pubes that had been the Boy's only body hair had been removed leaving him smooth from the neck down. Benny let his hands continue upwards, a seemingly endless plain of flawless flesh, now slick with sweat. The kiss ended and Benny let his cheek come to rest on Kian's shoulder.
Their embrace continued for a few minutes, Benny eventually pulling out his softening cock.
"Benny, are you..." Kian started, feeling wetness on his shoulder. He looked round in surprise and said, "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, terrified he had done something wrong.
Benny sniffed back tears and grinned. "It's okay," he sniffed again, wiping his cheek, "They're good tears. I just..." he couldn't finish the sentence.
Still concerned, Kian pulled away and turned to face his boyfriend. "Benny?"
"I just... can't believe... how much I love you!" he finally managed to say, laughing and crying at the same time.
"Aww, big scary Master Benny really HAS got a soft side. So it's not just a myth!" Kian said cheekily.
Benny chuckled and shook his head. "Shut up, bitch, before I make you!"
"Yes Sir!" Kian replied with a grin, then leaned in for another kiss.
Benny emerged from his room still grinning. After finishing up with Kian, the two had gone to shower together and ended up doing a lot more than washing. With Kian still throbbing hard and frustrated, they headed out onto the walkway and looked down over the rail when they heard voices.
"Shouldn't everyone be downstairs in the Play Rooms by now?" Kian asked quietly.
Benny frowned and nodded. It was quite concerning to see so many of the house's occupants not doing what they were supposed to. Roger and Malik were both sat at the bottom of the stairs with Wesley looking out the front door and the majority of the subs dotted around the area, all talking quietly amongst themselves.
"Is there a problem?" the young Master asked forcefully, his voice echoing around the large atrium.
The subs suddenly fell silent, looking up at Benny and the Boy stood beside him. Roger and Malik briefly exchanged a few words while Wesley barely even seemed to notice.
"Erm... Taro didn't come home yet!" Malik called up sheepishly.
"And he's not answering his phone either," Roger added.
Benny looked furious as he stormed around the hallway to the top of the stairs. "And nobody thought to let me know?" he snarled angrily.
"Told you!" Roger said quietly to Malik, but fell silent as Benny stopped a few steps above him, glaring.
Benny looked ready to lash out at the two Generals as they stood up, but he resisted, pushed past them and headed towards Wesley who was still looking out the door obsessively, alternating between staring at the driveway and looking at his phone. "Wesley," Benny said, shocking the young man from his stupor.
"Benny, I mean... Sir... I mean..." Wesley stuttered. He looked pale and scared, more from the situation than from the sudden appearance of his Master.
Benny placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "Hey," he said, his tone softer now. "So what's happening?"
Wesley shook his head in frustration. "I don't know. He just... didn't come home. I've tried calling and it rings but he doesn't answer."
"I'm sure he's okay," Benny said reassuringly. He pulled his own phone out of his pocket and started looking at it.
"Benny?" Wesley asked, seeing his expression change.
"Right," Benny said firmly, his tone calm and measured as he turned to face the atrium. "Malik, Wesley, find out how long til dinner and get the Boys eating. We'll be back by the time you're done. Roger, get a car ready."
"Where are you going? Do you know where he is?" Wesley demanded.
"I gave you an order, now get on with it. All of you!" Benny said, speaking to everyone but clearly directing it more at Wesley.
"Fuck your orders. If you know where he is I deserve to know!" Wesley said, grabbing Benny's arm and spinning him around.
The silence in the atrium was palpable. Benny glanced round at the others who immediately jumped to obey and scurried away before he looked back to Wesley. He stared the twenty-four-year-old dead in the eye for a few seconds, glanced down at the hand still holding his arm and then back into his face. "Let. Go." he said with calmness that was almost more unnerving than anger.
Wesley dropped his hand to his side but maintained his eye-lock with Benny.
"I understand how worried you must be, which is why you're still standing. I gave you an order. I will be back shortly and I will have Taro with me. Now go!" Benny said flatly.
Wesley stared back for a few moments then nodded gently and walked away.
"Oh, and Wesley," Benny said, prompting the General to look back nervously. "We'll talk about this when I get back, got it?"
Wesley simply nodded and hurried away.
There was a honk from outside, signalling Roger was ready in the car. Benny hurried out, his heart pounding. Worryingly, he knew the hardest part of the evening was still to come. He got into the car and said to Roger, "Head to North Bridgley. I'll send the address to the car's satnav."
Roger pulled off, headed out the gate and started following the directions that popped up. He allowed Benny a few minutes to cool down before venturing to speak. "You okay?"
"I don't know who I'm going to kill first," the teen replied angrily.
"He's just worried about Taro. And I'm sure Taro's got a good excuse." Roger attempted to defend the others.
"Actually I was thinking it might be you!" Benny said back sharply.
Roger glanced round for a moment but quickly turned his attention back to the road. "Wh... why?" he stuttered, uncharacteristically nervous.
"How could you not know by now that my top priority, above absolutely ANYTHING else is the safety and wellbeing of my Boys? You find out one of them is missing and you don't tell me right away? I mean, what the fuck, Roger?" Benny ranted at the driver.
"I... I was... Malik said..." Roger stammered, then took a momentary breath and said, "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just... you were with Kian."
"Yeah, and this is WAY more important than sex!" Benny snapped.
"Benny, how long have I known you?" Roger asked.
Benny scowled, not quite sure what that had to do with the conversation. "I dunno, nearly two years, why?"
"In all that time, do you know how rarely I've seen you happy?" Roger asked.
Benny went to reply, but stopped when he really thought about it. "I'm... always happy," he said unconvincingly.
Roger shook his head as they turned a corner. "No, you're usually having fun, but being happy, like honestly, truly happy... hardly ever," Roger explained. "But these last couple of weeks with Kian, it's like you're a whole different person. Seeing you this happy is incredible and yeah, I knew you'd want to know about Taro, but I genuinely couldn't bring myself to come in and stop you being happy with whatever this is."
"That's... really sweet," Benny said thankfully, but continued frowning, "But it was still the wrong call."
"Okay, I'm sorry," Roger said sheepishly. After a few moments of silence he looked at the satnav and asked, "Wait, what's in North Bridgley?"
"Taro!" Benny answered.
"How do you know?" Roger asked, still confused.
Benny sighed. "Okay, don't tell anyone as it's not something anyone else knows about, but I can track every person in the house."
"What?!" Roger exclaimed in shock. "You're tracking us?"
"Look, I've never even used it before. It's not like I'm spying on you all, it's exactly for situations like this," Benny explained. "Whatever, we're nearly there, we can talk about this later."
Roger shook his head as they pulled up as close to the address on the satnav as they could get.
"Okay, put your scary face on. I have a feeling we're gonna need it!" Benny suggested as they got out of the car.
"Benny?" Roger asked, worried about what they were getting into.
"Just follow me and look tough!" Benny instructed as they walked up the path towards the front door of a large house. The young Master rang the bell then immediately hammered on the door with his fist. When there was no answer within a few seconds, Benny repeated his actions, but this time continued hammering until he door eventually swung open, leaving his fist swinging in thin air for the final knock.
"Where is he?" Benny demanded before the forty-year-old man who opened the door even had a chance to speak.
Roger immediately recognised the man from the party Benny had thrown. He couldn't remember the name but it was definitely him, the man who had pushed around a meek, Japanese sub. It suddenly made sense now. The man was Taro's former master.
"Benny, nice to see you again. Can I..." the man started, but was cut off by Benny pushing his way through the door.
"Save it, Walter. I know he's here so cut the bullshit!" Benny snarled.
In the two years Roger had known Benny, he had not seen him angry very often but this was by the far the worst he had ever seen. Roger was supposed to be the intimidating one there, but he had a feeling his services would be rendered unnecessary by the furious boy.
"Taro, Taro, it's Benny!" he called out as he started searching the house uninvited.
"By all means, come in!" Walter said, raising his eyebrows as a slight smirk spread across his face. He moved aside and gestured for Roger to also come in.
Roger walked in but lingered near Walter. Getting in Benny's way right then did not exactly seem like the best of ideas.
"Down there, on the right," Walter said casually, gesturing to a doorway.
Benny froze and glared. The man's calm demeanour was infuriating. He had not particularly liked him the first time they met, but the possibility that he had taken one of Benny's Boys had pushed the dislike into outright hatred. He begrudgingly followed the directions and opened the door, finding a short hallway. He pushed open the door on the right and stopped as he saw what could only be described as a dungeon.
Benny's house had its Play Rooms. He had chosen to call them that, despite the immature connotations of the name, by choice. They were for playing, they weren't for making the Boys suffer, at least not in any way they didn't actively enjoy. Walter's dungeon however was like a chamber of horrors. There were devices and pieces of equipment Benny had only seen in the darkest corners of the kink community online.
Right in the centre of the room, a young Japanese man was hanging by his wrists on chains dangling down from the ceiling. Benny almost mistook him for Taro at first glance before realising he was Walter's own sub. Taro was there though, strapped to a large table at the back of the room, restrained at his wrists, elbows, thighs, shins, ankles, neck, head and waist. Above him were a plethora of candles, all lit and regularly dripping wax onto his exposed body.
"Taro!" Benny called out, rushing to the Boy's side. "It's okay, I'm here."
Instead of a look of relief as Benny had expected, Taro looked horrified. "Benny, go away!" he snapped.
"What? I'm..." Benny said, shaken by the unusual reaction. "I'm here to help you!"
Taro shook his head as much as the restraints would allow. "I don't need help!"
"That's right," Walter said, appearing at the doorway. "He's here willingly, aren't you Boy!"
"Yes Sir!" Taro replied immediately.
Benny stared at Taro, but the twenty-year-old wouldn't return his look.
"So if you'd like to leave, I'd quite like to get back to it," Walter said smugly. "I believe you know the way out!"
Benny looked back and forth between Taro and Walter, then caught sight of Roger walking up behind the older man. "He may be here by choice, but it's not his choice to make. He belongs to me!"
"No, please," Taro pleaded.
Benny leaned in close and whispered, "I don't know what's happening, but I'm helping whether you like it or not." He stood and turned back again. "I'm taking him. Roger, if he tries to stop me... stop him!"
"Yes Sir!" Roger said with barely-concealed glee, taking a step closer to Walter.
Walter sighed and shook his head. "This is a mistake, boy. I suggest you leave him here or you'll regret it."
"Fuck you!" Benny said without looking round, already working at releasing Taro.
A minute later, the last of the restraints had been undone and Benny pulled Taro up into a sitting position, the wax covering his body cracking and falling away, revealing red raw skin beneath.
"Where are your clothes?" Benny asked.
Taro still couldn't make eye contact. He simply pointed to a small cabinet in the corner which Benny walked over to and pulled out the clothing. "Put them on!" Benny insisted, his frustration over the entire situation quickly overwhelming the sense of concern he had for Taro.
As Taro dressed, Benny walked up to Walter and stared him dead in the eye. "You come for him again and you'll fucking regret it, old man!" Benny hissed through gritted teeth.
"Old man? Now that's just petty. I thought you were better than that, Benny," Walter said, shaking his head slowly. "Besides, I don't need to 'come for' Taro, he'll be back of his own accord," he went on, then glanced over to the boy who looked up at the mention of his name. "Won't you, boy?"
Taro just stared blankly, his eyes red and watery as he looked back and forth between Walter, Benny and the other boy still hanging helpless from the ceiling.
Benny scowled and walked over to grab Taro, shoving him towards the door. "You can finish getting dressed in the car. We're going."
"Bye Benny," Walter called after them. "And see you soon, boy!" he added, clearly directed at Taro.
The atmosphere in the car was more than a little frosty as Roger started the drive home. Taro attempted to speak, but before he had got more than a few words out, he was cut off by a sharp "Don't!" from Benny.
Shane sighed as he looked at the pile of dishes beside him.
"Not a fan of washing up?" Harry asked with a chuckle from beside him, waiting to dry the dishes after Shane had washed them.
"Oh," Shane said, shaken from his thoughts. "No, it's fine. It's just... this isn't how I imagined tonight going."
"Why, how was it supposed to go?" Harry asked, stepping aside as Rav brought in a few more dishes from the dining room before heading back out to carry on his cleaning duties.
"Well I... kinda got some good news today and I imagined all of us sat there having dinner and making a big announcement and everyone just being really happy," Shane said dejectedly, dunking a pile of dishes into the soapy water.
"What's the news?" Harry asked, then added, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I don't wanna steal your thunder."
"I got a job, that one you sent me, the construction manager job," Shane replied, not looking anywhere near as happy as he should.
"That's great, mate. I'm dead pleased for you. When do you start?" Harry asked excitedly.
"A week on Monday," Shane replied, still absent-mindedly washing the same plate. "They've got a new project starting and they want me in from the very beginning."
Harry patted Shane on the back and grinned. "Good for you. He leaned forward and looked down at the chastity device on the muscular twenty-year-old's cock. "Guess you'll be getting that off soon enough then. Bet you can't wait!"
"Yeah," Shane replied, completely unconvincingly.
"You're not looking forward to it?" Harry asked in surprise. The older man himself was hoping that his device would never be taken off. He enjoyed the frustration and servitude that came with it, but he knew that he was pretty much alone on that feeling.
"I mean... I am, in a way. God knows I wanna cum. Like.... REALLY badly!" Shane said, eyes widening slightly as he considered finally getting the release he had so long been denied. "It's just..." he stopped and sighed.
"It's okay, bud. You can talk to me. Just between us." Harry said reassuringly as he placed a dry plate down and grabbed the next. "Is this... the stuff you've been seeing that guy about?"
Shane nodded. 'That guy' was Victor, resident psychotherapist and Benny had made arrangements for Shane to spend some time with him following the concerns raised by Wesley. "I've only seen him once so far, but it... got me thinking."
"About what?" Harry asked, slowing the speed of his work to match Shane's.
Shane sighed again, his muscular shoulders hunching for a moment before relaxing. "About me. About who I am, what I am, what I want."
"Oh, just the small stuff then!" Harry said with a wry grin.
Shane smirked slightly and gave the older man a disdainful side-eye. "Look, I know it probably sounds stupid but I don't even know if I like guys. I mean... I don't want to be gay!"
"Wow, did you pick the right guy to speak to!" Harry said, raising his eyebrows.
"What? Why?" Shane asked, confused.
Harry threw him a towel. "Dry your hands and follow me," he directed, heading out of the kitchen.
"But we've still got chores to do," Shane said, looking at the pile of pots still to be washed.
Harry didn't turn back, he just called out, "Some things are more important. Besides, we'll only be a few minutes."
Shane ran out after the older man and followed him down the stairs to the basement and into Dorm Three. He watched as Harry opened up the wardrobe that housed his few meagre possessions and squatted down to open up a small box. He reached out his hand, offering a photograph.
Shane took the picture and looked at it. It was a young woman, about Shane's age. He looked for a moment, shrugged and handed it back.
"That's Elsa, my daughter!" Harry said, his voice tinged with sadness.
"You've got a kid?" Shane asked in shock.
Harry nodded, taking a seat on one of the bunks and looking down at the picture. "I met Alison when I was fifteen. We were only dating a few months when she got pregnant. We decided to keep the baby and we stayed together, but... I knew it wasn't right. When Elsa was nearly three, I... realised that I liked guys. I mean, I kind of always knew, but it just got to the point where the urges were there and I knew I was going to act on them. I just didn't want it to be behind Alison's back, so we broke up."
"You think it was the right thing to do?" Shane asked.
"I've gone back and forth on that a lot. I mean, Alison wasn't happy. She moved away, took Elsa and I was lucky if I saw her once a year. I mean, it's getting better now she's grown up. She knows why I left, but it still doesn't make up for missing her entire childhood, but she understands. But... if I hadn't left, who knows what might have happened. I may have been happy, but there's just as much chance I'd have been miserable, repressed, living life the way other people expected instead of how I wanted. As it turns out, I met the love of my life and we had fourteen amazing years together, so that doesn't suck." Harry still looked sad, but smiled very genuinely at the younger man.
"So... what are you trying to tell me?" Shane asked, immediately feeling selfish for turning Harry's obvious pain back to his own needs.
"I'm saying that only you can know what you really want. Think about it carefully. Consider your options and decide which one you want and, more importantly, if you want it for yourself, or for everyone else," Harry explained, moving across to put the picture away. "Now, let's get back to the chores before we get in trouble."
Shane followed quietly as Harry headed back upstairs. "Harry, thanks for..." he started, then paused. "Well, just... thanks."
Benny sat in his private lounge, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlinked under his chin. His eyes were fixed on Taro who had, at Benny's instruction, remained completely silent since they left Walter's house. Even when they got home and Wesley had rushed out to greet them, Benny had immediately dismissed him and almost dragged Taro inside to speak to alone.
"I don't..." Benny started, then paused, shaking his head. "I just don't get it, Taro. You... went there willingly... to Walter... to the guys who abused you and tortured you."
Taro just stared back, eyes watery.
"I mean, tell me he was lying. Tell me he forced you or tricked you or blackmailed you or something," Benny almost pleaded.
Taro shook his head.
"Then... tell me why!" Benny ordered, sitting back in his seat.
Taro attempted to speak, but it was just a weak croak. He cleared his throat, sniffed and wiped a tear from his cheek. "Because it's what I deserve," he said meekly.
Benny's eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what was going on in Taro's head, but he was just getting nothing. "I'll be honest, Taro, I don't think I know you quite as well as I should. However, even I know that's not what you think, not really. That sounds like Walter talking."
"No, it's not," Taro insisted, looking increasingly distressed. "I... I want to be there."
"What's he got on you?" Benny asked, refusing to believe anything the sub had to say.
"Nothing!" Taro said unconvincingly.
Benny looked him up and down for several more seconds before listing possibilities, watching Taro's reaction to each. "Evidence of illegal activity? Threatening to humiliate you to family? Threat of violence? Blackmailing a loved one? Hurting you in place of someone else?" He stopped as he saw just a hint of an expression change on the Boy. "That's the one, isn't it? Who's he threatening?"
Taro looked terrified. "Nobody!"
"Is it..." Benny started, then figured it out. "Oh... it's his current sub, isn't it?" Taro's fearful quivering confirmed his suspicions. "He's threatening to hurt him the way he hurt you, isn't he?"
"Benny, Sir, please..." Taro begged. "He said if I told anyone, he'd... he'd..." He couldn't finish the sentence, he just broke down into a few seconds of sobbing, before wiping a tear away and saying, "If he thinks I told you, he's gonna hurt Yusei. You can't tell him!"
Benny stood and stepped across to where Taro was sat, placing a hand on the Boy's shoulder. "Taro, it's very brave and very noble of you to put yourself in harm's way," he stroked his fingers through Taro's hair, prompting him to look up and offer a weak smile. "But it's also absolutely fucking stupid!"
"But he's going to..." Taro started, but found himself silenced, literally, by Benny's hand over his mouth.
"Quiet!" Benny said sharply. "Walter, from what I can see, is a cunt! Whether he's hurting you or hurting Yousef..."
"Yusei!" Taro corrected Benny, the sound muffled through his hand.
"Right, Yusei, that's what I said," Benny said confidently. "Whichever one of you he's hurting, he's still hurting someone. And not in the fun 'oh spank me Daddy' kinda way we allow round here. He's crossing the line and round here, that shit won't fly! So no, it's not what you deserve. No, you're not going back there. And no, I'm not going to let him hurt Yugi!"
"Yusei!" Taro aid again, smirking slightly as Benny's hand dropped away.
Benny rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Look, you just leave Walter to me. Yusei will be fine, I promise!" He got a proper smile from Taro for that. "Now, I owe Wesley a punishment. Let's go show him why it's best never to disobey Benny!"
Wesley was trembling as he hung helpless and blindfolded. Every inch of him stung. Every member of the house had gotten a few hits in on him, some with floggers, some with crops, a few with a paddle and some just with their bare hands. Benny had stated that, for the House's Master of Pain, it was an appropriate punishment.
What became quickly apparent was the fact that Wesley could dish it out, but he most definitely couldn't take it! His blindfold was soaked with his tears while his begging had gotten so bad that Benny had ordered that there always be a cock in his mouth to keep him silent. That had seemed like a good idea until Wesley's jaw had clenched after receiving a particularly sharp swipe from Robert's hand, almost biting off Malik's cock. After that, the cocks bad been replaced with a ball gag.
"You see, this is what happens when you question my orders, or dare to try laying a hand on Master Benny!" Roger said, addressing the gathered residents, but clearly meaning it for Wesley's attention.
It was an interesting evening for the residents, having Wesley as the victim. The House's Generals acted as their doms so often that many of them forgot that they were, themselves, also subs to Benny.
Benny stood watching the Boys, apprentices and other Generals taking turns to tease and torture Wesley. He had Kian stood in front of him, his arms wrapped around the naked Boy, his lips occasionally brushing on his neck or ear, his hands caressing up and down the silky-smoth skin of his his chest and stomach.
Kian's pleasured whimpers at his Master/lovers touch, along with the scene playing out in front of them had Benny's cock rock hard. It pressed into Kian's back, only serving to heighten the teen's own excitement.
"Fuck me, Sir. Please!" Kian whispered, tilting his head back and to the side to look at Benny.
"Okay, but let me get the other Boys started on something more fun first," Benny whispered back, planting a gentle kiss on Kian''s cheek. He looked out towards his gathered minions and called out, "I think he's learned his lesson now, haven't you, Wesley?"
"Mmmmhh hfffff!" was all that could be heard of Wesley's attempts to speak, but his emphatic nodding answered the question.
"Great, but there's still some time left this evening, so here's the plan. Form a queue, each of you jerks him off for ten seconds. When you're done, get to the back of the queue. You'll keep going until he cums. Whoever makes him cum takes his place for the rest of the night!" Benny explained.
Some of the subs eagerly jumped into place, while others looked less keen. Malik and Roger stood watching until Benny called out, "I meant all of you!"
There was a chorus of ooohs from the subs at the prospect of Malik, or even Roger ending up in the position Wesley was currently occupying.
Once the queue was formed, Wesley's torture continued. Some of the subs wanted to take his place and jerked his cock furiously for their ten second stint, while those who were less keen did it substantially slower. As a result, the repeated speeding up and slowing down, paired with the few seconds between each person had Wesley on edge and apparently not going any further any time soon.
Meanwhile, the only sub excluded from the game was Kian, who now stood still wrapped in Benny's arms. His cock was straining, the head shiny with precum, which seemed to be its default position now. He whimpered as he felt Benny tease his ass crack with the tip of his cock. It slid back and forth across his hole before settling on it, pushing against it.
Kian pushed back gently, trying to get Benny's cock inside him, but Benny pulled back just as much, keeping his cock teasingly against his ass without sliding in. "Please Sir, I need it!" Kian begged.
"Be patient," Benny whispered, letting both hands slide up his lover's body to tease his firm little nipples. He smiled at the desperate whimper it got while he watched Roger gingerly stroking Wesley's cock, nervous he would shoot and leave him in the same predicament.
"Sir, I love you so much!" Kian moaned, tilting his head back again.
Benny said nothing, he just tilted Kian's head to the side and kissed him as he allowed the head of his cock to slide just inside the Boy's ass for a second before pulling back out. "Fuck I'm close!" Wesley called out, just as David finished ten seconds of rapid stroking.
David loved getting spanked, so his disappointment at failing to make Wesley cum was visible as he walked to the back of the queue.
Benny pushed in again, just a little further this time. He felt Kian wobble a little as he pulled back out, his legs going weak, so he tightened his grip, holding the slender boy up as he pushed in once more.
Malik finished his turn stroking his peer's cock, happy to have narrowly escaped, based on the way Wesley's cock was now desperately twitching back and forth. Zane was next. Almost as soon as he wrapped his fingers around the General's cock, it erupted, getting a cheer from the rest of the queue.
Zane happily milked out the rest of Wesley's load, taking a little twisted pleasure in continuing just a bit longer than he should have, making Wesley moan and squirm as the post-orgasm sensitivity kicked in. It was almost enough to make him forget he now had to take his place.
"Way to go, Buster!" Benny called out, knowing that the often-petulant Zane would quickly fall in line and allow himself to be restrained if Benny used his Pup name.
By the time Wesley was released and Zane was receiving his spankings and floggings from the rest of the guys, Benny had begun thrusting the full length of his cock into Kian's ass.
Kian was a helpless, quivering mass by this point. Going so long without cumming, having Benny inside him, having the rest of the house watching, it was almost too much for him to handle. His cock bounced up down, partially from Benny's increasingly vigorous fucking, but mostly from the orgasm that remained just teasingly out of reach. Precum was flowing freely as he just pressed his body back against Benny.
Zane's yelps began to fill the room as he found himself receiving gentle slaps and swipes all over his body.
"I think it's nearly time!" Benny whispered to Kian.
"Sir?" Kian enquired, leaning back.
"For you to cum. Tonight might be the night!" Benny said, his lips brushing against Kian's ear as he continued fucking the Boy.
"Oh fuck, Sir, really? Fuck, Sir, please!" Kian begged, trembling.
"Yes!" Benny grunted as he began to fill the Boy's ass with his load with a final hard thrust.
"Sir, Sir... I''m so close... I'm so..." Kian whimpered.
Benny tweaked the Boy's nipples again before allowing his hands to slide down his firm, flawless torso. His fingers reached the base of Kian's cock, the Boy now almost entirely incapable of standing by himself.
"Nah, maybe not!" Benny said, suddenly pullig his softening cock from Kian's ass and letting go of him entirely. Kian slumped to the floor, crying softly. "Sir..." he whimpered as he tried to kneel up.
Benny grinned as he leant down and placed a finger under the Boy's chin. Tilting his head up, he kissed him then winked. "Soon, I promise!" he said as he pulled away. He turned to face Zane who hung in the middle of the room. "Make way, the Master's coming through!" he called out, getting a happy yelp from Zane in response.
"You sure about this?" Roger asked as he stood beside Benny at the door.
"Completely!" Benny said resolutely. He rang the doorbell and knocked. Unlike earlier in the day when he had begun hammering on the door, he just stood and waited.
Eventually the door swung open. "I knew you'd be..." Walter started, grinning smugly, but it soon disappeared when he saw Benny and Roger. "Oh, Benny. How can I help?"
"Bring me Yusei, now!" Benny said calmly but firmly.
Walter laughed. "You may have had some flimsy claim to Taro, but Yusei is mine!"
Benny moved to walk into the house, but Walter stuck his arm out to block him.
"You take one step in here and I call the police!" Walter said, his usual charm gone and replaced with a cold, steely determination.
"Great, you call them and we can tell them all about how you're abusing that boy!" Benny said back.
"Oh please, he's an adult, he can be here if he wants to... and he does!" Walter insisted.
Benny's eyes narrowed, fists clenching. "I know about the stuff you did to Taro before he built up the nerve to leave you. You're not a Dom, you're not a Master. You're a bully and an abuser and I won't let you keep doing it!"
"That's an interesting opinion, but it doesn't change the fact that Yuseit is MINE!" Walter said, standing firm in the doorway.
"Sir?" a weak voice called from behind Walter.
Benny peered past and saw Yusei looking out from a doorway.
"GET BACK IN THERE!" Walter screamed at him.
"Yusei, wait!" Benny called out.
The sub had moved as soon as he heard the shout from Walter but fearfully poked his head back out at Benny's call.
"You don't have to stay here!" Benny shouted out.
"I SAID GET BACK IN THERE!" Walter repeated himself, torn between going back to force the sub back into the room and blocking the doorway.
"I can protect you from him! You don't have to keep letting him hurt you!" Benny insisted.
"You're Benny, aren't you?" Yusei asked meekly, daring to step out of the room. His slender frame was criss-crossed with vicious red welts.
The sub's actions forced Walter to move, dashing over to him. As soon as he moved, Benny rushed in too, with Roger close behind. Walter reached Yusei first, swinging his hand. The back of it made contact with Yusei's face, knocking the petite young man to the ground.
"Roger, restrain him!" Benny ordered.
Roger was already moving to do it anyway. As much as he was there at Benny's command, he was no more likely to let Walter abuse the Boy than Benny was.
"You lay a finger on me and I'll have you fucking arrested for assault!" Walter snapped.
"Look at the fucking state of him, and you just punched him. If anyone's being arrested for assault, it's you!" Benny snapped as he moved to help Yusei.
"That little Asian shit isn't even human. I can do what I fucking want to him and there's nothing you can fucking do about it!" Walter snarled, struggling against Roger who had one of his arms twisted up his back, the other around his neck.
"You're a fucking monster!" Benny said, shaking his head as he stood with Yusei.
"I'm a respected, professional member of this society. Nobody's gonna take the word of a child, a fucking Jap and a brainless thug over mine!" Walter said, smirking wickedly.
"They will when they see the recording of this whole thing!" Benny said back with a grin.
"What?" Walter asked in shock, his resistance against Roger suddenly stopping.
"That's right, you racist piece of shit!" Benny said angrily, moving away from Yusei once he was sure the teen was okay standing on his own. "You need to remember one thing. I'm Benny fucking Harrison and nobody fucks with me!" His face was now just mere inches from Walter's. "Now we're taking Yusei and you will never, EVER try anything like this again. If you do, I'll take you down fucking harder than you could even imagine. Do I make myself clear?"
Walter rolled his eyes.
"I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Benny screamed at him, right in his face.
"Fine, yes!" Walter said, trying to look indignant but his fear was obvious.
"Good. Roger, don't let him go. Yusei, if you've got any personal items, go gather them up. We're going!"
A few minutes later, Benny, Roger and Yusei were out of the house and walking towards the front gate, the door slamming behind them.
"How were you recording it?" Roger asked, "That was clever!"
Benny grinned up at him. "I wasn't, but... he doesn't need to know that!"
By the time they got back to the house, everyone else was asleep. Roger got Yusei settled in the guest room and told him they could figure out where he would go now in the morning.
Benny made his way to his bedroom. He wished he'd had the foresight to order Kian to wait for him, but he was asleep down in the dorms and he didn't want to disturb them. Instead, he lay alone in bed. He was finding it hard to relax after the encounter with Walter. He suspected it wasn't the last he would hear from the older man, but for now at least Taro and Yusei were safe from him.
Rolling over, he grabbed his phone to entertain himself until he felt ready to sleep. Seeing an email notification, he opened it up and was surprised to find it was a message from Travis, one of the other Doms he had met at his party. He very nearly ignored it, worried it was going to be another Walter situation.
Figuring that if it was bad news, he wanted it out of the way sooner rather than later, he opened it up, clicking on the lamp beside his bed and sitting up as he saw it was quite a lengthy message.
'Dear Benny
I just wanted to send my thanks once again for the party you threw. It was a very enjoyable evening and a great way to meet other gentlemen who share in our unique interests. I also wanted to congratulate you on what you have built there. Not the house itself, but the society you have developed.
You House is unlike any set up I have encountered before and I have been involved in the kink community for a good few decades now. In that time, I have built up many connections across the world and I have been speaking to many of them about what you have done there. It was during these conversations that a business venture occurred to me which I would now like to inform you about.
There are many Dominant men out there who would pay a great deal to find themselves in your position. There are even more submissive men who would do anything for a place in a House like yours. I would be interested in going into business with you, franchising your House across Europe and parts of the United States.
Obviously there are many things to consider before we formalise such a venture. While I feel this process could possibly take place without you, I feel it would ultimately be a much greater success with your involvement. I would be seeking to travel to various locations and assist in the establishment of more Houses like your own. I already have potential clients scheduled for a consultation and my initial projections put the timescale for the project at easily a year, extending further as more clients are obtained.
I got the impression from speaking to you that you are an ambitious young man, as evidenced by your House, and can appreciate a challenge. As such, while the project itself will be very rewarding personally, there is obviously the matter of financial reward. As well as a generous percentage of the fees, full payment of living costs and provision of a full time tutor to continue your education, the standard terms of the houses established would include a small percentage of their monthly income to be paid directly to yourself. In short, should this project be a success, I would expect you to find yourself a somewhat wealthy young man.
If my proposal is of interest to you, please let me know and we can establish a meeting to discuss this further. While I understand that asking you to travel for an undetermined amount of time is a big decision, I would request a prompt response as I have found over the years that it is always best to act while the clients are keen.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Travis Wilmington, BA, PhD'
Benny read through the whole message a couple of times, unsure if what he was reading was genuine. He wished he wasn't alone, he needed to talk about it with someone, anyone! His mind was racing. Taking Benny's House international was something he had never even dreamed of. Sometimes he could barely believe he had managed to start just the one house.
His head still swimming with possibilities, he eventually drifted off to sleep.