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Benny's House
Chapter 4 - Silence and Violence
by Matt
August 2003 -----------
"You sure about this Lee?" twelve-year-old Wesley Thompson asked nervously, peering through the darkness of the room at his twin brother.
"Yeah, I told you, just keep going!" Charlie called out excitedly, slightly breathless.
"Come on Lee, this is a bit weird." Wesley insisted. He was laying there under the covers, his pyjama bottoms pulled down to knee height, his hand stroking back and forth on his three inch erection.
"God, man up Wes!" Charlie called back in frustration. "I swear, a bit longer and it's gonna blow your mind!"
Wesley remained silent and continued pumping away, eventually muttering, "Oh, oh, oh God... what... ah, ah, aaaaaaah." He lay panting as he recovered from his first orgasm. "L... Lee... what was that?" he asked breathlessly.
"That's your new hobby!" Charlie replied with a giggle just before how own cock erupted.
September 2003 --------------
"You sure about this, Wes?" Charlie asked, looking to the boy sitting beside him. They were both sat on Charlie's bed, naked and hard.
"Yeah, it's even better than doing it yourself!" Wesley replied happily, reaching down to take hold of Charlie's erection.
Wesley marvelled at how different his brother's cock felt from his own. Considering they were twins, they shared virtually no physical similarities whatsoever, not even dick size. He gave the rigid meat a couple of quick strokes, looking eagerly at Charlie's face to gauge his reaction.
"Ah wow!" Charlie whispered, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the wall.
"Thought you'd like it!" Wesley said happily, his own cock throbbing. "You can do me if you like."
"You do me first." Charlie said, keeping his eyes closed.
"Okay." the other boy replied, happily pumping his hand away.
Charlie's entire body was writhing with pleasure, hands reaching down and taking tight handfuls of bedding as he gasped his delight at the new sensations. "Wes... Wes... ah, Wes, I'm gonna shoot!" His voice trailed off into an excited whimper as he cock erupted, the first shot hitting the wall two feet above his head. "Aaaaaaah." he moaned, half-laughing as Wesley stroked out the rest of his load.
As Wesley let go, he placed his hands down at his sides to give Charlie access to his erection. "My turn." he said happily.
Charlie looked round breathlessly, peering down at Wesley's cock, then up into his eyes. "Sorry bro... after that... I don't think... I've got it in me. I gotta... lay down. Maybe next time!" He collapsed sideways as Wesley climbed off of the bed and returned to his own, feeling a little cheated.
November 2003 -------------
"Aaah, ah yeah, that's it... faster." Charlie called out happily before covering his own body and Wesley's hand in spunk.
Wesley sat grinning at his brother, a hopeful glint in his eye. Charlie smirked, gently nudging Wesley's shoulder with a fist. "Maybe next time bro."
"It's always 'maybe next time', isn't it!" Wesley said frustratedly as he returned to his own bed as he had so many times before.
"Look, it's not my fault. I just... don't really feel like touching another guy's dick." Charlie explained.
"Whatever, you're just a dick!" Wesley said angrily, climbing into bed and pulling the covers over his head.
"Hey Wes." Charlie called out.
Wes threw the covers back and peered over at his brother. "What?" he snapped, pouting.
"Do you think... you might be gay?" Charlie asked.
"Oh fuck off." Wesley snapped, pulling the covers back.
Charlie walked over and pulled the covers off again, taking a seat on the bed beside his brother. "I'm not being mean, I'm just thinking... you seem to like doing that I thought maybe that meant... you're gay. It's, like, cool if you are."
"Well... are you?" Wesley asked, considering the question.
"What?" Charlie asked, sniggering. "No way. I'm not the one playing with another dude's bits, am I?"
"No." Wesley said, sitting up. "You're the guy letting another dude make you shoot."
"Yeah, but I'm not thinking about you when you do it. I'm imagining you're a girl." Charlie explained. "Just think about it. Doesn't matter to me if you are, you're still my bro."
"You mean it?" Wesley asked, staring at Charlie with big puppy-dog eyes.
"Always!" Charlie said with a grin, pulling the other boy into a hug. As Wesley held onto him, he moved round to lay on the bed beside him, holding him tightly.
Wesley lay with his head resting on Charlie's shoulder, thinking about what his brother had said. After a few minutes, he whispered, "I think I am."
"Cool." Charlie whispered back, smiling down at him.
December 2003 -------------
"Dinner's ready!" Mrs Thompson called out.
Wesley and Charlie virtually ran to the table, squabbling over which seats they would take.
"Just sit down!" Mr Thompson snapped angrily.
"Sorry Dad." both boys said sheepishly as they took their seats.
Mrs Thompson ran a hand across her husband's back as she headed for her own seat. "Bad day?" she asked, noticing he seemed more irritable than usual.
"It's this... bleeding-heart left-wing government and their human rights garbage. They've gone and put things in place to supposedly 'protect the rights' of those filthy faggots and sexual deviants. I swear they want every business to go under!" Mr Thompson snapped angrily.
Charlie looked at Wesley nervously, who returned his stare awkwardly.
"Language!" Mrs Thompson said sharply.
"Oh get over it." Mr Thompson snapped back at his wife. "That's what they are. Faggots, deviants, abominations and now they're trying to make us decent folk accept their... their perversions!"
"Okay." Mrs Thompson conceded. She knew he would never back down when he was in this kind of mood. "But do we have to discuss it over dinner?"
"We'll talk about what I say we talk about. I paid for the food on this table, so I'll decide what what's appropriate dinner conversation. Besides, I want my boys to know right from wrong!" Mr Thompson said, looking round at Wesley and Charlie. "Isn't that right, boys?"
Wesley just stared down at his plate.
"That's right Dad. Nobody likes a faggot!" Charlie said with a smile.
That night, Wesley had cried himself to sleep. In the middle of the night, he felt Charlie climb into bed beside him.
"I'm really sorry bro. You know I didn't mean it, right?" Charlie whispered.
Wesley cuddled up to his brother, but couldn't bring himself to say anything back.
July 2004 ---------
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Mr Thompson bellowed from the bottom of the stairs.
Charlie and Wesley looked at each other in fear. Their Dad was quite prone to yelling, but even by his standards he sounded angry. They both ran downstairs, fearful of what might be wrong with him.
Both of their parents were in the dining room, standing by the family PC.
"WHAT... IS THE MEANING... OF THIS?" he demanded furiously, pointing at the computer screen.
The browser history was shown on screen, filled almost exclusively with gay porn sites. Wesley stared in shock. He was so careful. He always ensured he deleted the browser history after he had been on the computer, fearful of this very sort of encounter. He felt Charlie's eyes boring into him.
"Which one of you is it?" Mr Thompson demanded, standing just feet in front of them both, staring down angrily.
They remained silent, terrified of the intimidating man.
"If you don't tell me, it's the belt for you both!" he snapped.
"It's... it's me." Wesley whispered, starting to cry.
"Charlie, you can go." Mr Thompson ordered.
The boy shot his brother a terrified look, almost crying himself as he ran out of the room. He sat in the hallway, hearing the muffled yells through the door. When he started hearing the sounds of leather on bare skin and his brother's screams, he ran, burying himself in his bed, covering his ears and sobbing.
25th December 2004 ------------------
"Oh my God, are you serious?" Charlie called out excitedly as he opened his Nintendo DS. "This isn't even released yet!"
"It is in America. I had it imported." Mr Thompson said proudly, delighted at his son's joy. "Why don't you open yours, Wesley." he said, the contempt in his voice obvious.
Wesley flinched at the mention of his name, but gingerly tore at the paper on the gift that had been put on his lap. "Th... thanks Dad." he said quietly as he looked at the 'Sexiest Women in Hollywood' calendar he had opened.
Charlie saw Wesley fighting back tears. He walked over to his brother to show him the DS. "Look, it's got Mario 64, you loved that on the old Nintendo 64. Now you can play it again."
"I don't think so!" Mr Thompson snapped. "I bought that for you, Charlie. I see Wesley on it and I'll take it off of you!"
Charlie looked back and forth between his brother and his Dad. "Okay Dad." he eventually said, pulling it away from Wesley.
"Now come on and open the rest of your things." Mr Thompson encouraged Charlie, pointing to the pile of gifts.
"They're... all for me?" Charlie asked, staring at the pile then sorrowfully back at Wesley.
"Yep, all for you. JUST you." he replied, his tone scarily strict.
"Can... can I go?" Wesley asked, eyes watering.
"You've got your gift so you don't care about the rest of us? You're a selfish little git, aren't you!" Mr Thompson sneered. "You can sit there and watch your brother get the gifts HE deserves and cut out the waterworks, you're not a girl!"
"Sorry Dad." Wesley sniffed, looking to his Mum who just shrugged.
That night, Charlie was laying on his bed playing with his favourite new toy when Wesley came in, walking awkwardly and sobbing. Charlie dropped the DS onto his bed and ran to his brother.
"What this time?" Charlie asked, pulling his brother into a hug.
"He said... all he wanted... for Christmas... was a normal son." Wesley whimpered, his head resting on Charlie's shoulder.
"Hey, you wanna play Mario?" Charlie asked quietly.
Wesley just shook his head. "You heard what he said, that's for YOU!" He pulled out of the hug and flopped onto his bed, laying on his side to face away from his brother's side of the room and closing his eyes tightly.
A few minutes later, Wesley felt his mattress dip as Charlie joined him. He felt one arm slipping under his neck and the other laying across his side. Charlie's face peered over his shoulder. He heard a 'ping' from an electronic device and opened his eyes. His brother was hugging him from behind, but holding the video game in front of them both.
"Well this isn't breaking the rules, is it?" Charlie whispered.
Wesley laughed, still crying, but felt a smile creep across his face at his brother's sweet gesture.
18th March 2005 ---------------
Charlie rushed downstairs eagerly, closely followed by Wesley. Running into the lounge, Charlie's face lit up as he saw the big Happy Birthday banner and balloons adorning the room.
Wesley hung back as Charlie rushed in, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
"Happy birthday Charlie." Mr Thompson said happily.
Wesley shifted awkwardly in the doorway at his father's comment.
"Oh, you're here. Good morning Wesley." Mr Thompson said, a lot more politely than usual.
"Here are you cards." Mrs Thompson said, handing a stack of envelopes to Charlie and looking awkwardly at her other son.
"Do... do I... have any?" Wesley stuttered.
"What? Oh, sorry, is it your birthday too? Huh, what are the odds of that?" his Dad replied sarcastically.
"We're twins!" Wesley snapped.
Both Charlie and Mrs Thompson stared at the floor, scared of getting involved.
"Are you talking back to me?" Mr Thompson snapped, his voice slightly raised.
"Sorry Dad." Wesley said, knowing better than to start an argument. His rear was still sore from the last time he had 'answered back'.
"Oh far too late for that. Get here now." the man demanded.
Wesley glanced at the door, considering running and hiding for just a moment. His thoughts were obviously very clear.
"Don't even think about it!" Mr Thompson snapped, eyeing the door too. "I said... get... over... here!"
"I... I should... go." Charlie stuttered.
"No. It's your birthday. You'll sit here and you'll open your cards and your gifts." his Dad insisted.
Wesley approached the man and stood in front of him as he took a seat on the sofa, pulling his belt out from his waistband. He yanked down Wesley's pyjama bottoms, making them drop before pulling the boy over his lap.
"Well what are you waiting for? Start opening!" Mr Thompson insisted.
Charlie looked round at his brother, but the boy was staring at the ground. He tore open a card and read out the greeting.
SMACK. The belt fell on Wesley's already-red arse. He whimpered slightly but didn't yell out. Charlie just stared in fear. This was the first time he had actually witnessed one of his brother's spankings.
"Carry on." Mr Thompson said as if the boy on his lap wasn't even there.
Charlie opened another card. As he read out the greeting, it was followed by another slap. He suddenly realised what his Dad was intending. One hit for each card he opened. He continued reading out cards, flinching with every following slap.
Charlie could hear Wesley fighting back tears. As he sat there looking at the remaining cards, he fought back tears of his own. "I don't... want to open any more." he said timidly. Wesley looked up, shooting him a look of both fear and amazement.
"Of course, you're right." Mr Thompson replied, nodding gently.
Wesley gasped. Was he actually backing down?
"You're not a little boy any more. You're a young man, so you need to do a man's work. Come here." he said firmly.
Charlie stared at him for a moment before obeying, taking a seat beside him, ending up with Wesley's head virtually in his lap. The man lifted Wesley and moved him sideways so that his bare rear was directly on his brother's lap. As Charlie stared in sickened shock, the man handed him his folded over belt.
"I'll open the cards, and you can do this." Mr Thompson said.
"But you..." his wife started, but was cut off with a raised hand.
He sat and opened a card and after reading out the greeting, stared at Charlie.
"Dad... I can't..." Charlie mumbled.
Mr Thompson shot Charlie a stare and the boy immediately nodded. He raised his hand, held it for a second, then brough the belt down with a loud SLAP.
May 2005 --------
"Hey gayboy!" Wesley heard someone shout from behind him. He didn't even need to look because ultimately it didn't matter who it was. It could have been anyone at school.
Ever since Charlie had outed him, his life was a constant barrage of abuse. Wesley had been beyond devastated when his brother revealed his secret out of nowhere. Charlie had also taken over the spankings from their father, delivering all of Wesley's punishments now. What little remained of the relationship with his brother after the spankings had been well and truly decimated after that.
He rounded a corner hoping to get away from the shouts and taunts in the quad, but instead found himself coming face-to-face with Adam Baxter and his entire gang of thugs.
"Oh look, it's the faggot!" Adam sneered derisively.
Wesley turned to run the other way, but felt a huge hand grabbing his collar and dragging him back. "What do you want?" he asked, knowing this wouldn't end well.
"I want a school without benders like you mincing around." Adam said with a wicked grin, getting a cruel laugh from the rest of his gang.
"We don't like your type around here!" one of the others called out.
Adam shoved Wesley so hard that he stumbled to the ground, cowering as the group surrounded him. He suddenly felt himself getting pummelled by a barrage of fists and feet. A few moments later it stopped as his attackers suddenly all looked back towards the quad. Peering between two of his would-be attackers, Wesley managed to spot Charlie, standing there staring at them all.
Recent spankings and the outing aside, his mind flashed back to every time his twin had helped him, cared for him, held him as he sobbed. He knew his brother would help him now too.
"Whadda you say Thompson, you gonna help us keep the filth out of our school or are you just a big faggot like your brother?" Adam called out.
Charlie walked over, staring down at his brother on the ground then back at Adam and back down again.
"Well? Are you a faggot or not?" Adam demanded.
Charlie said nothing, he just delivered a swift kick to Wesley's stomach.
Wednesday 4th February 2015 ---------------------------
Benny stared in shock. "Wait, he... joined in with them? Seriously?"
Wesley just nodded. His expression remained as calm as it had while he recounted his history with his twin, something Benny found a little disconcerting. The young Master himself had actually shed a tear listening to what Wesley had been put through in his teenage years.
"What then?" Benny asked, curious but dreading what would follow.
"That was it." Wesley explained. "The bell rang and they left me there, but I never went back into the school. I got up and I started walking and I never went back, to school OR home."
Benny shook his head. "So where did you go?"
Wesley shrugged. "I just... kinda drifted. I... got into some pretty bad stuff." he explained, suddenly showing a slight hint of emotion. "I did things... for money. It was that or starve, but I would rather have lived on the streets turning tricks than go back to.... that place!"
Benny wiped a tear from his cheek. Hearing about what Wesley had been through suddenly made his own problems seem inconsequential and somehow made his seemingly-endless cheerfulness all the more endearing. To go through such pain and misery and suffering but come out the other side as the loving, happy individual that he (normally) was... it was nothing short of amazing.
Then his mind turned to Charlie, the man he had become so quickly besotted with. He felt a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach as he considered the man. He had seemed so perfect, but now it appeared that the perfection was merely an illusion.
"I can't... I can't believe you'd be willing to let him stay here!" Benny exclaimed. "I... I should tell him to leave."
"No." Wesley insisted, shaking his head. "I'm... I'm a completely different person to who I was back then. I mean, it's been ten years and a lot can change in that time. What if he's changed too?"
Benny frowned at his General. "Yeah, but... what if he hasn't?"
"Look, I know this is your house and your rules, so if you don't want him here then there's nothing I can do about it, but... I ran away from my problems back then because it was the only thing I could think to do, but I want to stop running."
Benny looked thoughtful for a few moments, eye narrowing as he purveyed the young man before eventually nodding his agreement. "Okay. Okay, he can stay. Now, come here!" He held his arms out towards Wesley who eagerly jumped up from his seat and rushed to his Master, letting the boy hold him.
All the pain, the heartache and the misery of his story, held back as he had told it suddenly burst forth, silent tears streaming down Wesley's face as he sat in his Master's arms. When he finally stopped, he pulled away from Benny and stood up.
"Can I go now, Sir?" Wesley asked quietly.
Benny took a deep breath. "In a moment, but first we need to discuss your punishment." he said, sternly.
"My.... my punishment?" Wesley stammered nervously.
"Well yes." Benny said. "What you did, regardless of what happened before, was completely unacceptable, especially for someone at your level of authority. What kind of example do you think it would set if I just let it slide. What would the Boys think?"
"Sorry, yes, of course Sir." Wesley said sadly, staring at the ground in shame.
"I need some time to think about it, so you'll receive your punishment at Saturday's gathering. NOW you can go!" Benny said, shooing him out.
Alex sat in the darkness, shifting uncomfortably on the hard concrete floor that he had occupied for a fortnight not that long ago. He was furious about being back in there, wondering why HE was the one being punished when Wesley and Charlie had been the ones who were fighting.
He had to admit, he had definitely been spurring them on, but still, he had never thrown a punch. He wanted to now, though. He wanted to leave the tiny closet and pound every one of the pathetic guys out there. He could imagine them right now, laughing about him being stuck in there on his own, stuck being Benny's useless little fag slave. He could do it. The door wasn't locked. He could get up, walk out and just go to town on them all, but... he didn't. Despite his anger, despite the unlocked door, he remained, sitting and seething.
"I see that vindictive streak you have!" Alex muttered to himself in a mockery of Benny's words. "I'll show him how fucking vindictive I can be. I'll show them all." His fists were clenched tightly.
'I care about you.' he thought, remembering something else Benny had said. His fists unclenched and his eyes closed for just a moment, thinking back to the way Benny had touched him earlier, the hand placed gently on his cheek. It had felt... nice and it actually made him believe that the boy really did care about him.
Then, the anger returned, fists clenching once again. 'He just wants another guy under his control, for his twisted little power trip. That's all. He doesn't care, not really!'
Before he could think any more about it, the door swung open and Roger appeared. "Get up!" the man snapped angrily. "Follow me."
Alex followed but did his best to hide his anger, eventually heading into Benny's lounge where the master was waiting.
"I didn't..." Alex started.
"Don't! Don't say a word. I'm going to talk and you're going to listen!" Benny snapped in a tone that actually intimidated the older boy slightly, a very unfamiliar feeling!
"I'm aware of what you did and didn't do. I've spoken to everyone who was there and they all say the same thing, the fight was just between Wesley and Charlie. BUT, they also say you were going out of your way to make it worse."
"I..." Alex attempted.
"WHAT did I say?" Benny snapped again, dropping Alex back into dejected silence. "You are meant to be one of the future leaders of this place. That means the Boys are meant to look up to you and respect you but right now the best you get from any of them is fear! I swear, it's like you listened to everything I said earlier and just decided to do the total opposite. I don't know what your problem is, Alex, I really don't, but I want to! Whatever it is, just.... talk to me, talk to Roger, hell talk to anyone because if you keep going the way you are, you can't be here and we can't keep having this same conversation. Consider this your last warning, Alex. Fuck up one more time and you're gone. Understand?"
The usual cockiness Alex had, the almost-ever-present smirk, all of it was gone. Instead he just looked scared. Personal issues aside, it was painfully clear how much Alex wanted to be there and it hurt Benny to see him getting in his own way.
"Yes Sir." Alex replied quietly.
"Good. Now, is there anything you'd like to talk about?" Benny asked, hoping that he may have been shocked into finally opening up.
For a second, it looked like he would, but then the smirk returned. "Nah, I'm good." he said dismissively.
The arrogant grin was there, but Benny could tell it was for show as his eyes didn't change, continuing to look sad and scared. The Master shook his head and dismissed the Boy.
Ever since the argument, Dorm one had been almost deathly silent. Quentin was usually quite good at handling tense situations. He had to be for his job, the students he taught often coming to blows over the most minor of things, but even he was hesitant to get involved now. Nothing like the fight had ever happened in the house before.
Sometimes tempers would run a little high, that was inevitable with the extreme treatments some of them got at the hands of the Generals coupled with the cramped living quarters, but it had never actually gone that far before. The truly shocking thing had been Wesley's involvement. He was always so positive, so cheerful, but the look on his face as he had lunged at Charlie... it was like he was a different person.
Charlie had immediately retreated to his bunk above Quentin's and had stayed there since, curled up under the covers. Benny had passed on a message via his Generals that what had happened was unacceptable, and those involved would receive appropriate punishment in due course. Charlie had emerged briefly to hear what the General had to say, but then retreated back into his bed soon after where he remained until lights out.
"Hey." Philip whispered.
The two sets of bunk beds in each dorm were end to end. Most residents slept with their heads at the opposite ends to their neighbours, giving at least the illusion of a little more personal space. Philip and Charlie had been different though.
On Charlie's first night in the house, Philip had tried speaking to him after they had gone to bed, only be shushed angrily by Quentin. Still wanting to converse with the new Boy, he suggested to Charlie that they both switch ends in their beds, bringing their pillows together in the middle. That had allowed them to whisper to each other in the night. They had remained that way round in their bunks ever since.
Their whisperings had continued every night since, the two of them often laying on their stomachs facing each other and talking about whatever popped into their heads. Charlie had only been in the house for a few days, but Philip already felt closer to him than anyone else he had met so far and Charlie appeared to feel the same.
When Philip's whisper got no reply, he reached across and tapped his friend on the top of his head, through the covers. "Hey!" he whispered again.
Charlie pulled back the covers, flipped over onto his stomach, crossed his arms under his pillow and stared back at Philip. "What?" he asked, slightly annoyed at the intrusion, but secretly finding himself glad of the company.
"Are you okay?" Philip asked quietly.
"No." Charlie replied honestly. "I think I'm gonna leave."
"Because of the fight?" Philip asked.
"No, just... because of Wes in general. You saw how he reacted to me earlier. I don't wanna make him that miserable. Not again!" Charlie explained.
"You said Benny told you Wes was okay with you being here, right? Would he have said that if he didn't want you here?" Philip asked.
"I guess not." Charlie replied quietly. "But... you know what I did to him. Would YOU be able to get past that?" He had explained to Philip what had happened between him and his twin on his second night in the house. It was the sharing of that secret that had really helped cement the bond of their developing friendship.
"I might." Philip replied. "If I knew the whole story!"
"He doesn't... need to know all of that. I did what I did. If he's gonna forgive me, he'll forgive me but I'm not gonna go and make excuses to try and force it." Charlie said dismissively, then sighed. "This sucks. When I found out about this place I thought it was gonna be so awesome. I was gonna start over, do something new. I was actually gonna be happy!" He dropped his face into his pillow.
Philip stretched out an arm, sliding his hand under Charlie's pillow and grabbing his hand. When the other man looked back up in response, Philip smiled at him and whispered, "You will be, trust me."
Roger knocked on the door to Benny's lounge and poked his head around. "Hey. I was gonna head to bed unless you needed anything else."
"Actually, can you come in for a minute." Benny requested, gesturing for Roger to come closer.
Roger smiled warmly as he approached. "Hell of a night!"
"You don't know the half of it!" Benny said, recalling the tale Wesley had shared.
"You sure Charlie should still be here? I know you like him, but he's causing problems!" Roger said flatly.
"Wesley still wants me to... wait, what d'you mean 'I know you like him'?" Benny asked in surprise.
"Are you kidding? You see him and you virtually start drooling!" Roger joked, but stopped laughing when he saw the concerned look on Benny's face. "Don't worry, I think everyone agrees how hot he is, it's not just you!" he added reassuringly.
"Well that's... I can't think about it at the moment. I asked you in here for something else. I wanted to run an idea by you." Benny said, attempting to move on.
"Sure, what's up?" Roger asked, sitting casually on the arm of a sofa.
"I figured things have been pretty... tense downstairs, even before Charlie and Wesley kicked off tonight, so maybe it's time for some fun. I wanna set the Boys a challenge!" Benny suggested with a cheeky grin.