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Benny's House
Chapter 7 – Day Off
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Sunday 8th February 2015
Hallelujah! This week has probably been one of the roughest since I started the house, but finally it looks like things are settling down a little. My gamble with Charlie and Wesley yesterday really seems to have paid off and Alex seems to be making progress. Obviously I'm still worried about him, by his own admission he's potentially dangerous, but I believe him when he says he wants to get better. Of course, then there's Zane!
Benny always liked Sundays. As much as he liked having a naked slave bringing him breakfast in bed every day, it was nice to have one morning a week when he could just get up at his own pace. That was particularly fortunate that morning as he slowly awoke to find himself still in the exact same position he had been in when he fell asleep.
The new Boy, Zane, was curled up in his arms. Considering he was a third of a foot taller and slightly bigger built than Benny, he seemed almost small as he lay, his breathing slow, rhythmic and relaxed. The young master's mind wandered back onto the night before, all of it, right from the first indignant stare right up to the persistent desire to join him in bed. In such a short time, he had certainly made a significant impression.
Then came the worry that he may not have been the only one to notice the significance of the new Boy's arrival. It was only recently that Benny had started taking Boys into his bed for the night, Wesley on Thursday and then David on Friday, so for Zane to have been allowed in the House master's bed on his very first night.... he was sure the Boys would be talking. He probably should have made the Boy sleep in the dorms, but it was too late for that now.
As he lay there, gently nuzzling his face into the Boy's neck, he began to think more about the Dorms. Zane would now be his twelfth Boy. Logically he would join Dorm Three, the only one of the first three with space, but that would mean when the next new Boy joined, he would be on his own in Dorm Four.
As Benny lay there considering the options, thinking who should go where, who should stay together, who might clash, he realised something... he actually knew his Boys! While his knowledge was probably nothing compared to Wesley or Roger's, it was enough to give him a sense of pride in how far he had come already.
With a plan formed in his mind about the Dorms, he turned his attention back to the sleeping Boy, the wolf pup, laying beside him. He had promised the Boy a punishment and he knew he had to deliver. While his behaviour last night had been endearing, it was also wholly unacceptable and had to be discouraged. He wished he could just lay there all day holding him, exploring his body some more, but he knew it was not an option.
"Wake up!" Benny said firmly.
The Boy stirred, rolled over and stared at Benny before smiling sweetly and greeting him with a gentle, "Good morning Sir."
There were those eyes again. Those deep pools of mud-brown. He could get lost in them, plumb the depths of the sadness behind them, but he had to resist. He knew what he had to do. 'You're meant to be the master.' That was what Zane had said last night and that seemed to be what he was hoping to find, so that was what Benny would give him.
"Get out of my bed, go downstairs and wait for further instructions!" Benny snapped sharply.
Zane backed away slightly, his expression seeming to waver somewhere between hurt and angry. Silently, scowling, the Boy climbed out of bed and headed for the door. Benny wanted to look, to smile or give some sign of approval, but he remained in bed, facing away from the door until he heard it close. He sighed. Sometimes being the Master really sucked!
Quentin was a little concerned as he headed down the stairs. Unless there were screams or moans coming from one of the play rooms, the basement was normally a pretty quiet place, but there was quite a ruckus coming from down there today. He was briefly worried that another fight might have broken out, but thankfully realised that wasn't the case as the crowd came into view. They were all gathered around a large sheet of paper stuck up on the wall.
"Hey, what's going on?" Quentin asked as he got closer.
Taro turned from the crowd and looked at Quentin sadly. "Benny's decided on some room changes. That's the list of who's going where." He explained, gesturing to the paper on the wall.
"You're kidding. Where am I going?" Quentin asked.
"Just have a look for yourself." Taro said, heading back to his current Dorm.
Quentin pushed through the crowd and started reading.
'Due to the ongoing and future increases in occupancy, it has become necessary to make some changes to the existing sleeping arrangements. Please find below a list of Dormitory designations. You are being trusted to make the necessary moves yourselves, but if this does not prove possible, arrangements will be made for supervision.
Dormitory One – Robert Naylor, Philip Bennett, Charlie Thompson
Dormitory Two – Taro Hayashi, Abdul Mahmood, David Frederickson
Dormitory Three – Stanley Newton, Henry Baxter, Anthony Molina
Dormitory Four – Quentin Trent, Alex Stafford, Zane Cooper
Thank you for your co-operation
Benny'
Quentin stared at the list, re-reading it. He had been in Dorm One since first coming to the house, and he had shared with Taro since the boy arrived. He always had that lingering thought in the back of his mind that it could change, but had gotten so used to the current arrangements that he thought it might just continue. He pushed his way back through the crowd then followed Taro into their Dorm.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, sitting on the edge of Taro's bed.
Taro shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it's no big deal, it's not like I'm moving far. I guess.... it'll just be weird not sharing with you."
Quentin smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it will. Might be good though. Who you sharing with again?"
"Abdul and David. I suppose that'll be good, I don't really know them that well yet." Taro said, attempting to remain positive. "How about you?"
Quentin frowned. "I've got Alex and the new guy!"
"Oooph!" Taro said, flinching a little. "That... could be tough."
"Yeah..." Quentin said, getting a little lost in his thoughts. "Hey, I'll be right back." He got up and headed out of the Dorm, bypassing the still-chattering crowd and heading straight upstairs.
The thirty-five-year-old teacher headed straight across the atrium to the door of Benny's lounge. He knocked and stood waiting.
"Come in." Benny called out after a few moments.
Quentin took a deep breath and walked in. "Sir." he said as he stepped inside and closed the door.
"Quentin." Benny said with a smile, enjoying the man's flinch as his student referred to him by his first name. "Can I help you?"
"Yes Sir.... it's about the new dorm assignments." Quentin said cautiously.
Benny figured there would be some complaints, but he was surprised that any of the Boys would come and see him so quickly. "Is there a problem?" he asked, maintaining a neutral expression.
"No Sir, not really a problem, I'm just wondering.... why?" Quentin asked, squirming under Benny's gaze.
"Oh, I didn't realise I was required to explain myself to you." Benny said sharply.
"You... you're not." Quentin stuttered. "I'm sorry, Sir." The man backed away slightly.
The young Master sighed. "Come and take a seat." he said, gesturing to one of the chairs. Quentin nervously complied in silence. "As I said in the note, this arrangement is to make way for future expansion. I wanted someone more experienced in each Dorm so that when new Boys join, they've got someone they can talk to."
Quentin nodded. Benny's argument made total sense, but he had another question on his mind. "C... can I ask something else?" Benny simply raised his eyebrows, prompting him to continue. "Why put me with Alex and the new guy?"
Benny took a deep breath. Was he giving away too much by giving Quentin an explanation? Would it make him look weak explaining himself to a sub, or would it strengthen their relationship to have the truth shared. As much as he wanted to continue rebuilding his strict reputation, he knew it would probably be of benefit to the house to have Quentin understand the move.
"You're a teacher. I know you're a sub, but you deal with students all day and you're probably better equipped to handle problems than most of the other Boys." Benny started. He could see a slight smile on Quentin's face at the compliment. "I'm not putting you with Alex and the new guy. I'm putting the new guy and Alex with YOU!"
"Oh." Quentin said at the revelation.
"Look, I'm not going to say too much about Alex, because you don't need to know. Besides, he won't even be with you for long, but Zane... I've got a feeling he's going to be a little problematic. I'm not saying you need to keep him under control, I don't think you could anyway, but I think of everyone downstairs, you might stand the best chance of living with him." Benny explained.
"That's... thank you... I think!" Quentin stuttered. It was a lot to take in. Moments before he had almost thought he was being punished, but now he actually felt a slight swell of pride at the faith Benny obviously had in him.
"Don't thank me yet, you haven't met Zane!" Benny said with a smirk. "But I know how difficult a situation I'm putting you in, so if you have any problems with it, you can come straight to me, okay?"
"Yes Sir." Quentin nodded with a slight smile, getting up from his seat.
Alex stood in the doorway of Dorm Four. He was already annoyed at being in the Dorms instead of the Generals' rooms, but this move had simply annoyed him further. He wasn't bothered about leaving the people he had been rooming with, it was the cause of the move that bothered him.
It appeared Quentin had taken the bottom bunk nearest the entrance, although he was nowhere to be seen at the moment. The other bottom bunk, furthest from the door, was currently occupied by Zane. Alex stood staring at him until the eighteen-year-old finally looked back.
"Can I... help you?" Zane asked with a slight raise of the eyebrows, placing his phone down on his chest.
"You're in my bunk!" Alex snapped.
Zane didn't move but his face contorted into a frown. "I don't see how." he replied casually. "Roger told me I was the first person to ever stay in this dorm, so I don't see how you could have claimed this bunk before me."
"I don't think you realise who I am." Alex chuckled.
"I don't think I care!" Zane replied, picking his phone back up.
"Oh I'll make you care!" Alex snarled, dashing forward to stand beside the bunk. "My name's Alex and this time next week I'm gonna be one of the guys in charge, so you don't wanna piss me off!"
"Hi Alex, my name's Zane..." the boy replied with a one-sided smirk before adding, "And this week you're still just one of us, so pick a bunk!"
Alex leant forward and grabbed Zane by his collar, tugging firmly on it and giving the boy no choice but to follow. He started coughing as the collar squeezed his throat, spluttering as he staggered away from the bed.
"Whadda you know, looks like I found a bunk!" Alex sniggered as he jumped onto the bed.
"That was..." Zane started, turning to face Alex angrily, but he was interrupted by Quentin walking in.
"Everything okay in here?" Quentin asked, sending the obvious tension.
"Yeah, we were just getting to know each other." Alex said innocently.
Quentin looked at him, eyes narrowing, then at the clearly flustered Zane. "I thought you'd taken that bunk."
Zane glared at Alex for a moment, then looked at Quentin with a smile and shrugged. "Alex really wanted it and I didn't want him having another temper tantrum so I decided to let him." He said, resisting the urge to laugh at Alex's annoyed expression.
Although it was generally accepted that Sunday was everyone's 'day off' from the usual activities of the household, they all knew better than to argue with Benny if he gave them an order, any day of the week. As such, when Malik had been ordered to report to Benny in one of the basement play rooms at two o'clock he knew better than to refuse or risk being late.
He turned up a few minutes early and found Benny already sat inside waiting for him. He hoped that the Master was going to release him from his chastity. It had only been three days since the device was put on him, but he already missed being able to play with his cock at will. Unlike the Boys, the Generals were allowed to cum at will unless otherwise ordered by Benny. As such, Malik tended to cum a couple of times a day, always horny because of the things going on in the house.
"Glad to see you're on time." Benny smiled as Malik walked in.
Malik didn't know if he was relieved or worried to find nobody else in the room, but Benny stood there alone, smiling wickedly. Malik remained silent, standing patiently as he awaited instruction.
"Strip." Benny ordered, then watched with a slight smirk as his general quickly got naked. "How are you getting on with your little toy?" The Master asked, pointing to the device on Malik's cock.
Malik knew better than to play it casual as he had tried the day before. "I hate it, Sir. I really want to cum!" He answered honestly.
"Oh good." Benny said with a smile, approaching the naked young man slowly. "Remind me why you have it on in the first place."
"I... lost a challenge." Malik said cautiously.
Benny pursed his lips and shook his head. "No, that's not right. Why? Why did we even have the challenge in the first place?"
Malik looked puzzled for a moment, then his eyes widened in realisation. "Because I said I like when you're mean."
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner! That's right, Boy! Now what kind of Master would I be if I didn't reward my hard-working sub with something he so clearly desires." Benny said innocently.
"Does that mean you're not taking it off, Sir?" Malik asked nervously as Benny circled him.
"Not at all, I'll be taking it off shortly in fact." Benny replied with a gentle nod as he came round into Malik's field of view.
"You will?" Malik said happily, but his smile quickly faded as he saw the mischievous look on his Master's face.
Benny grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the cabinet by the wall then returned to Malik and said, "Hands." The General held his hands out in front of him and allowed Benny to attach the cuffs. As soon as they were secure, Benny pulled him over to the chain hanging down from the centre of the ceiling and attached them to it. The young Master moved over to the wall and pulled the chain to raise Malik's hands into the air.
"Okay, let's get you out of that." Benny said, pulling a bunch of keys from his pocket. He undid the chastity device and pulled it off. Almost as soon as Malik's cock was free it started to swell. "Good boy." Benny grinned, giving it a playful stroke.
"Th... thank you Sir." Malik gasped. He couldn't believe how sensitive his cock was after just a few days without cumming. He suddenly felt a slight twinge of pity for the unemployed Boys, whom of whom had been in chastity and denied any kind of orgasm for months now.
Benny dropped to his knees and took Malik's throbbing meat into his mouth, getting a grunt of approval. Three days without cumming mixed with the fact that Malik always get more aroused than usual when it was Benny doing the sucking had him ready to cum within minutes.
"Ah, aah, oh yes." he moaned happily as he edged closer and closer to release.
Benny pulled away and smiled up as Malik whimpered looking down at him. "Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easily? That wouldn't be very mean of me, would it?" He reached up and gave the throbbing erection another quick couple of strokes, edging Malik once again. "You'd probably better get comfortable!" Benny chuckled wickedly.
Zane walked cautiously into the kitchen. It still felt strange being naked all the time. He didn't tend to wear much when lounging round at home anyway, but being fully naked in a strange place just still felt alien. It felt even more strange whenever he bumped into one of the Generals as their clothing just made him feel even more exposed. Roger was in the kitchen when he entered and his instinct was to attempt to cover up, but he resisted, attempting to act casually.
"Hello Zane." Roger said flatly.
"Hi... erm.. Roger... Sir... Sir Roger... erm," Zane stuttered nervously. The large man was somewhat intimidating. "Do... do I still have to call you Sir on our day off?"
Roger walked toward the new Boy, standing about a foot away from him and stared down into his eyes. "Day off?"
"Yeah, we get Sundays off, right?" Zane asked, gulping. His breath quickened as he stared back up the young man.
"No." Roger said, shaking his head. "You don't get a 'day off'. You don't usually get given any specific orders, but you're still the Boy, I'm still the General and you will address me as such AT. ALL. TIMES. Is that clear.... Boy?"
Zane just nodded, eyes wide.
"That is NOT an answer." Roger snapped. "I asked if that was clear, Boy?" He repeated himself angrily.
"Yes... yes Sir." Zane said, still nodding anxiously.
Roger turned to walk away, but felt something poke his leg. Zane's cock was standing at full attention. Roger looked down at it, then looked the nervous Boy in the eye and smirked before walking out of the kitchen.
"Hi Sir." Philip said, walking into the kitchen as Roger walked out. He smiled and shrugged as he got a grunt in reply. He stopped as he saw Zane standing there.
The new Boy blushed slightly as he realised Philip's eyes had found their way down to his erection. He turned away slightly, heading to the cabinets. He started opening and closing doors.
"Zane, right?" Philip said, making his way over to the breakfast bar and pulling up a stool.
"Yeah." Zane replied, looking back at the other Boy briefly. "You're... Charlie?"
Philip shook his head. "Nope, Philip."
"Sorry, a lot of names and faces." Zane said with a slight shrug.
"Yeah." Philip chuckled, thinking about how daunting it must be coming into such a crowded house. "What you looking for?" he asked, seeing Zane was still opening random doors.
"Glasses." Zane replied.
"Top left." Philip said, pointing to the cabinet containing the glasses.
"Thanks." Zane said, grabbing a glass. He opened one of the fridges and pulled out a bottle of Coke, filling the glass. By the time he put the bottle away his cock had softened and he felt a little less embarrassed turning to face Philip. He pulled up a stool and sat down facing him.
"Looking forward to tonight?" Philip asked.
Zane frowned. "What's tonight?"
"The party." Philip said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He tilted his head at the continuing look of confusion on his face then his eyes widened in realisation. "Oh that's right. Benny kept you in his room last night, didn't he!"
Zane nodded.
"You kinda missed out on the usual first night tradition then. New guys usually stay in the dorms on the first night and we get to fill them in on how everything works." Philip explained. "I was lucky, I got Quentin, he's great at all of that."
"I'm sharing with him now." Zane said. That was one of the few names he had memorised already.
"You're lucky. He's awesome." Philip said with a warm smile.
"Yeah, he seems pretty cool." Zane nodded.
"Did you know he's one of Benny's teachers at school?" Philip asked with a grin.
"Wow, awkward much?" Zane chuckled.
Philip giggled in response and nodded back. "Just a bit. Anyway, tonight. As we mostly get left to ourselves on a Sunday, we've made it a bit of a tradition to have a party on Sunday nights whenever there's been a new arrival."
Zane grinned. "Aww, so a party all for me?"
Philip shrugged, pursing his lips. "Mmm, not quite. It would have been, but we kinda had to skip last week's one because of..." He paused, thinking how to word it. "... some personal issues. So tonight's for you, Anthony and Charlie."
Zane frowned again at more new names. "Which ones are they again?"
"Anthony's the dark-haired one with the ponytail in Dorm Three. Charlie's... the ridiculously hot one in my dorm!" Philip grinned.
"Thanks." Zane said back with a slight smirk. "So what kind of party are we talking about here? Drinking and hanging out, or spanking and blow jobs?"
Philip laughed aloud at the brazen question. "That's a good question. Actually we don't really plan anything. We get together, we drink, we have fun and if it ends up with... spanking and blow jobs, then that's what we do!"
"Awesome." Zane grinned downing the rest of his drink.
Malik whimpered again as he felt his orgasm slipping away once again. He had no idea how long Benny had been teasing him now. The play rooms didn't have clocks in specifically to take away any sense of time for the Boys and Malik was beginning to rapidly understand how much of an affect that could have.
"Please... please... I don't want you to be mean any more. Please just let me cum!" Malik begged.
Benny walked up behind the desperate General and whispered into his ear, "But Malik, I thought you enjoyed edging. I thought it was your speciality."
"It is." Malik whimpered, gasping slightly as Benny's hand slid round his side to play with his nipple. "But not this way round." He added in frustration.
"Oh, sorry I didn't realise. I'll let you go." Benny said innocently, releasing Malik's nipple.
"Really?" He replied, with a whimper of relief.
"No, of course not you moron!" Benny snapped, grabbing the straining cock and giving it a firm squeeze. "But you know what, I'm starting to get bored. I think it's time to end this."
"Am I going to cum?" Malik asked, his voice dripping with desperation.
Benny smiled at him. "Well that really depends on you. I'm going to give you ten minutes to jerk off. Think you can cum in ten minutes?"
"Yes... yes Sir!" Malik said, almost laughing with relief.
"Okay then." Benny said as he walked over to the chain attached to the wall. He lowered Malik's hands until they were about level with his stomach. "Your ten minutes start now."
"Wait... what?" Malik called out, looking round at the Master, pulling at the chain. However he manoeuvred his hands, he couldn't get either of them down far enough to grab his dick. "Sir... Sir... I can't reach it. Please, please Sir." He begged, almost in tears.
Benny just stood and watched as he continued attempting to touch himself. He attempted jumping, which did manage to bring his cock into contact with his palm briefly, but nowhere near long enough to give any decent amount of stimulation.
"Siiiiiiir. Pleeeeeease." Malik begged, but Benny remained unmoved.
"Five minutes." Benny said casually, looking around the room as if Malik barely interested him.
"I can't do it. I can't do it Sir." Malik said, breathing heavily.
"Giving up so soon. Well I guess you can't really have wanted to cum that badly after all." Benny said with a shrug. "Never mind, I guess we'll have to try another day."
"No, no please Sir. Please let me cum. Please, please, please." Malik continued begging, sniffing as a tear trickled down his cheek.
Benny simply shook his head. "I'll be back to put the device back on once you've gone down." He headed straight for the door, leaving Malik standing there whimpering.
Benny was sitting in his private lounge writing in his diary when Roger knocked and walked in. Benny put the book down and smiled at the large young man as he entered. He briefly heard the sound of the party going on in the main lounge across the atrium until the door closed behind him.
"Hey, you okay?" Benny asked.
Roger nodded happily, taking a seat without being invited. He was very quickly getting used to acting casually around Benny. It was a little strange and he actually missed the feeling of nervousness he used to feel being around his Master, but the increasing sense of friendship between the two was rapidly making up for it.
"What you up to?" Roger asked.
"Nothing." Benny said gesturing casually to the small book he had been writing in. He had started keeping the diary as a way to handle things he couldn't talk about with anyone else. While he had got a lot better at dealing with those things, he still found it relaxing to write down his thoughts. He didn't keep it secret for any particular reason, it was just not something he talked about. "I was just thinking about the punishments for losing the competition."
"I think you should be more worried about the winner. Remember you said they can choose you, too!" Roger said.
Benny had almost forgotten about that. The four winners of the competition were going to be allowed to choose their own activity one night in the coming week and which General would be involved. Benny had also agreed to include himself in it too. "Yeah. You nervous?" He asked.
"Nah, believe me I can handle anything they can throw at me... if they even pick me. To be honest, you've given them all a shot at the man in charge, I wouldn't be surprised if they all pick you!" Roger said back confidently.
Benny suddenly looked nervous. "You really think so?"
"Hey, if it was me I'd definitely choose you!" Roger replied with a grin.
The Master's eyes narrowed, looking Roger up and down for a few moments. "Oh really? And what would you have me do?"
Suddenly it was Roger's turn to look nervous, something Benny didn't see very often.
"Oh my God, Roger... are you blushing?" Benny asked in surprise as Roger's cheeks started to burn.
Roger smirked, waving his hand dismissively. "I don't blush!" he said, clearly lying.
"Go on then. Tell me what you'd have me do if you were in charge of me for a night." Benny said tauntingly, then sat staring as he playfully nibbled at his lower lip.
"I don't know." Roger said shyly, unable to look back at Benny. "I guess... actually I wouldn't want to be in charge if you. I'd... I'd want to spend the night with you in charge of me. I like... serving you."
Benny smiled, but this time it was a caring smile, looking at his second-in-command with affection, all signs of the previous mocking gone completely. "That's... that's really sweet." He said in surprise. Roger was so large and intimidating, so good at being in charge of the Boys and humiliating them that it was extremely easy to forget there was probably a softer side to him.
"Although... if I was in charge, I would make one... request." Roger said, so quietly Benny almost couldn't hear it.
"Yes?" Benny enquired delicately.
Roger's eyes flicked up quickly to meet Benny's, but dropped away again just as rapidly. "Nothing. It... it doesn't matter."
Benny frowned, then stood up and moved over to the embarrassed young man. He knelt down and looked up into his eyes. "Tell me." He said, more request than order.
"I'd just..." Roger started, then closed his eyes. "I'd want to stay with you for the night, so we could...." He stopped shaking his head.
"Cuddle?" Benny asked.
Roger's eyes remained closed, his head drooping as he nodded. He felt Benny's hands come up to grab the sides of his head, then the Boy's lips pressed against his forehead, kissing him gently. He opened his eyes, smiling as his cheeks continued burning bright red.
"I think that could be arranged some time." Benny said, as he stood up and returned to his seat. Knowing that Roger was likely to continue to feel embarrassed, he quickly went for a change of subject. "So, we need punishments for Abdul, Stanley, David and Alex. Any ideas?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that!" Roger said, grinning.
The Boys' party was in full swing. It was an extremely informal affair with no particular plan or structure. The basic idea of the party was to give the new Boy (or Boys) the chance to get to know the other residents and vice versa. Philip had teased Zane by telling him he would have to stand up in front of everyone and talk about himself, but the newest Boy had been extremely relieved when he found out it never actually happened.
The first two hours had mainly involved eating, drinking a lot and general chatting. With the majority of the issues with his twin resolved, Charlie had quickly relaxed and the initial confidence he had shown on his arrival in the house was rapidly returning. As such, he had made himself the centre of attention. In the week he had been in the house already, he had gotten to know most of the other Boys, but his he quickly took the time to speak to the others.
Anthony had kept to himself a little more throughout the week and had a lot more people to chat to as the party went on. He made his way around the room, getting to know everyone. Arriving in the shadow of the Charlie/Wesley conflict had been tough, but he was quickly emerging from that and finding his feet, quickly establishing himself as one of the funnier, more charming Boys.
Zane however had not had much of a chance to get to know anyone yet as he had only been a permanent resident for about twenty-four hours. Spending his first night away from the Dorms hadn't helped either. Once the party got started though, he found his way to the back corner of the room, quietly nursing a drink as he watched everyone else standing around chatting and laughing. He had expected to remain there alone, but one-by-one each of the Boys seemed to find their way over to him to chat.
Soon the newest Boy had spoken to each of them for at least a few minutes and was just starting to get names right. When Philip had come over to him, he had teased him by referring to him as 'Charlie' again then made out he was totally forgettable. Philip took it in good humour though, seeing it as no more than revenge for the trick he had played earlier.
A couple of hours in, the group had mostly split in two. Charlie, Robert, Philip, David and Anthony were sat together on the sofas playing a drinking game while everyone else had gathered near Zane. The new Boy looked a little uncomfortable at seeming to be the centre of the group, but figured that the party was pretty much in his honour so did his best to just smile his way through it.
"Come on then." Taro said, looking like he was blurting out something he had been holding in for some time. "What's with the collar?" He reached out and flicked at one of the metal loops attached to it.
"Yeah, and staying in Benny's room on your first night!" Quentin added.
Zane just pursed his lips and shrugged. "I dunno. It was all Benny's call, take it up with him!"
Alex smirked from the back of the small crowd. As everyone turned to look at him, he smiled and said, "Pretty obvious isn't it, Benny's got himself a new pet, a new favourite!"
"Benny doesn't play favourites." Quentin snapped firmly, suddenly shifting into his new duty as 'Alex-supervisor'.
"Really? I don't see anyone else in a collar. Do you?" Alex demanded, looking round, triggering everyone else to do so too.
As he heard murmurings of agreement started, Quentin jumped in once again. "No, but he treats us all as individuals. If Zane's got a collar, like he said, that's Benny's call."
"Whatever." Alex said with a shrug. "It's not like he's rearranging you all just to accommodate his new favourite. Oh, wait a second.... he is, isn't he!"
"That's not because..." Quentin started, but he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped mid-sentence and looked back to discover it was Zane.
"Don't bother arguing. If he's pissed, let him be pissed." Zane said with a one-sided smile. "So Philip told me earlier that you're Benny's teacher... that's gotta be weird."
"Yeah, just a bit." Quentin laughed, turning his back to Alex.
As Zane listened to the teacher explaining what it was like teaching Benny, he shot a quick glance Alex's way. The angry young man looked more furious than usual as he turned and walked away.
As the door slammed behind Alex, Charlie called out excitedly, "Who's up for strip poker?"
Everyone stopped dead, staring at him.
"Charlie... we're, erm.... we're all naked already!" Philip said, slightly confused.
Charlie looked down at himself and then around the room and called out, "Wooo, we all win! Shots for everyone!"
A wave of laughter rippled through the room at the drunken young man's antics. The group gathered around Zane made their way over to the sofa to join in with the shots. Even Zane himself got dragged along, albeit reluctantly.
The drinking didn't go on particularly late as everyone had work in the morning and gradually the Boys started heading off one-by-one to go to bed. When it was down to just Quentin, Taro, Philip and Charlie, Zane decided to call it a night too. The remaining four were all occupants of Dorm One until that morning and their reminiscing made the new Boy feel a little out of place so he said his good nights and left the lounge.
He made his way across the atrium and headed down the stairs to the basement. He paused for a moment outside his Dorm, knowing the Alex would be inside, but took a deep breath and walked in anyway.
"Oh look, it's Master's pet!" Alex sneered as Zane walked in.
The new Boy ignored the comment and grabbed the ladder up to his bed.
"Enjoy the bunk. Thanks for this one by the way, I love it!" Alex called out with a slight snigger. When he heard Zane getting into bed without replying, he gout out of his bed and stood up. He reached up to Zane's bunk and grabbed the covers, pulling them off and throwing them onto the floor.
"For fuck's sake!" Zane yelled, staring down at him as he looked over the edge. "What the fuck is your problem with me?"
Alex reached up again, but this time grabbed the collar around Zane's neck. "This!" Alex snapped, tugging on the collar. "This is my fucking problem!"
"Jealous you don't have your own one?" Zane snarled back. "It's not surprising, who'd want to own a dick like you!"
Alex pulled on the collar so hard that he dragged the other Boy off of his bunk. If he hadn't managed to grip onto the side of his bunk to slow his descent, he would have plummeted head first onto the floor.
Coughing from the sudden assault to his throat, Zane lowered himself the rest of the way to the ground and glaring furiously at Alex who suddenly looked terrified. "Are you trying to fucking kill me, you psychopath?" the new Boy yelled.
"I... I'm sorry.... I didn't.... I shouldn't..." Alex stuttered, his hands shaking.
Zane was in no mood to talk. He turned and ran out of the room and up the stairs into the main atrium. He flopped down onto the floor and realised it was exactly where he had been sat the previous night when Benny had chained him to the bannisters. He had spent that entire time being ignored by everyone who walked by and he suddenly felt just as lonely as he had then. He sat rubbing his throat, still sore from the sharp tug on the collar Alex had given him.
After several minutes, he tilted his head back to rest against the side of the stairs, sighing heavily. His mind once again wandered back to the previous night, to where he had slept. He knew he was due a punishment for disobeying Benny, but he had just wanted to be near him so much that his 'bad behaviour' had been almost involuntary.
Without really thinking about it, he found himself getting up and pacing quietly up the stairs. He got to Benny's door and hesitated for just a moment before opening it. He crept inside quietly and stood at the foot of the bed, but Benny was clearly fast asleep, snoring quietly. He looked wistfully at the empty side of the bed he had filled just one night earlier. He wanted to lay there again, but he knew that climbing on was likely to wake Benny. Instead, he curled up on the floor beside the bed and, listening to Benny's rhythmic breathing, finally fell asleep.
He was awoken a short time later by a tap on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Benny peering down at him from the bed with the lamp behind him turned on. "Zane, what are you doing on my floor?" he asked in a whisper.
Zane took a few deep breaths, shielding his eyes from the lamp. "I... I just... I wanted to be close to you, but I didn't want to wake you up."
Benny smiled slightly as he took a deep breath. "Is something wrong?"
Zane nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Benny asked.
The Boy shook his head.
"D'you want to come up here with me again?"
Zane nodded again.
Benny couldn't help smiling. Once again here was this naughty little pup, breaking the rules and once again, Benny couldn't bring himself to turn him away. "Come on then." He said reluctantly, sliding over and lifting the covers.
Zane jumped up and got in, smiling as he felt Benny's arms encircling him. "G'night Sir."
"G'night pup." Benny said, kissing his neck gently as he clicked the light off.