The Dangers of Desire

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The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 2

by Matt

Benny was woken, as had become the norm, by a quiet tap on the door. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up in bed, cleared his throat and called out, "Come in."

The door opened and a naked man walked in. He was in his early thirties, short dark hair, heavily-stubbled, probably a day's growth away from being actually bearded. His dark hair continued down his firm, tanned chest and stomach, ending in a thick bush above an average-sized flaccid cock. He looked nervous as he approached, carrying a breakfast tray.

"Your breakfast, Sir." he said as he cautiously neared the boy's massive bed.

Benny looked at the man and thought to himself. 'He's one of the new ones. What was it? Jack? No, something beginning with P. Was it Peter? No, Philip, that was it.' Aloud he said quietly, "Thank you Philip." before thinking to himself, 'I really should learn all their names now that I live here!'

Philip nodded politely then placed the tray down on Benny's lap. This was the first time he had seen Benny up close since his first night in the house, and he had been far too distracted to really take in much detail of the boy at the time. His sweet face made him look somewhat younger than his sixteen years. His piercing green eyes were mesmerising. His dark blonde hair was a mess from his night's sleep, sticking up at the front. Philip was surprised at the boy's build too as he sat there exposed down to the waist. He had only seen him clothed, from a distance, and while he knew the boy was no colossus, he had expected more than the slim arms and flat chest he now saw.

He caught himself staring at the boy's chest and realised Benny was staring back at him. He nervously averted his gaze, stepped away and asked, "Will there be anything else, Sir?"

"Go and stand over there." Benny said, pointing just beyond the foot of the bed. Philip did as instructed, walking over and then turning back to face Benny. "Now jerk off for me."

The man stared back at Benny for a moment, before reaching down and taking hold of his own cock. It began to grow as he looked down, playing with it. Once it reached full hardness, he looked up at Benny, perhaps hoping for some sign of his approval or encouragement. Instead, the boy wasn't even looking, busying himself with the breakfast in front of him. Philip stopped playing, waiting for Benny to start watching again.

"Did I say stop?" Benny snapped, still not looking up.

Philip resumed, somehow finding it more embarrassing not being watched than when the boy's eyes had been on him. As Benny worked his way through the food and fruit juice, Philip wanked continuously, his face now blushing a similar shade of pink to his engorged cock. He began moaning as he felt his orgasm creeping rapidly closer.

"Don't cum!" Benny snapped, hearing the man's imminence. Philip stopped. "But don't stop either!" he added.

The naked man resumed, now dangerously close to cumming, but knowing there would be serious repercussions if he allowed it to happen. His erection throbbed and twitched, his hand now barely moving, fingers so loose that he was only just touching it. It continued for several minutes until Benny finished eating, moving the tray aside.

His eyes fixed on Philip, who gulped. Benny's covers were thrown aside, revealing that he, too, was naked. The boy's cock was solid, nearly seven inches long and curving upwards, not overly thick but definitely a sufficient handful, topped with a small tidy patch of dark blonde hair. It moved from side to side as he walked towards the aroused man. He paced around Philip like a shark circling its prey, reaching up with one hand and sliding it across various parts of his body as he circled.

Again Philip's hand stopped. Standing a few inches shorter than Philip's 5'11", Benny stretched up the short distance to bring his lips up to the tense man's ear. "I didn't. Say. Stop!" he hissed in short sharp bursts.

Benny slid his hand up the man's body, through the chest hair until his fingers found the stiffness of a nipple. He squeezed it sharply just as Philip resumed his stroking. "Please Sir, can I... can I cum?"

Benny smiled at his words, but said nothing, instead reaching up to kiss him briefly on the lips, shaking his head as he pulled away. Philip whimpered.

Allowing the man to continue teasing himself for a few more minutes, Benny finally knocked his hand away and took hold of the engorged meat between his own fingers. "Do you want to cum?" he asked, giving it the gentlest of strokes.

"Yes... yes..." Philip stuttered, relief flooding through him at the prospect of release.

"Well." Benny said, stroking it again. "If you want to cum." Another stroke. "You should probably have remembered to address me as Sir!" He snapped the last few words and let go of the throbbing meat.

"Sir. I'm sorry. Sir. I meant Yes Sir!" Philip stuttered.

"Too late. Now get out." Benny shouted, pushing the man away.

The man looked down at his desperate cock, still ready to shoot at a moment's notice, then at Benny in shock. The sweet, sexy boy replaced with a savage sexual predator. Philip took several deep gulps of air, realising he had been holding his breath in response to the boy's anger, then dashed for the door, closing it behind him.

Benny turned back to the bed. 'He forgot the tray.' he thought to himself. 'He'll have to be punished.'

Josh lay in bed, feeling a slight grogginess from his drinks the night before. Not quite a hangover, but verging on it. He normally woke up when Dale got out of bed, but had slept right through it today. His sleeplessness the previous night, the amount of action he had gotten yesterday and the alcohol all probably playing their part in it.

He heard the front door closing as Dale and Nick left. He was alone, aside from Josh junior who was still calling out for his attention from beneath the covers. He found himself wishing he had woken earlier and had some fun with Dale before he left. Instead he was going to have to take care of it himself.

Not wasting a second, he skipped all of his usual build up, the touching and teasing of his own body and instead wrapped his fingers around his morning wood. Images rushed through his mind, starting with what he had done with Dale the previous morning. His fantasising quickly moved on to Warren, imagining the boy's smooth body was pressed up against him again. As he stroked his cock, Warren morphed into Liam, smooth skin stretching out into taut muscle. Surprisingly he found his thoughts lingering for quite some time on James and his giant meat, about the way he writhed under Josh's touch, the sexy freckles all over him. Then came fleeting thoughts of Nick, then Corey and finally Sam. The last one surprised him. The golden-haired boy had never really featured in his fantasies before, but there was something about his closeness to Warren that drew his attraction.

Josh could feel himself getting close, the thoughts in his head now competing for which one would help take him over the edge. Ultimately, none of them won the fight, another thought creeping into his head, a thought that he hated. It had been something that had played on his mind for years, with increasing frequency every month. All of his sexual partners flickered through his thoughts again and they all shared one common thing, or rather, all missed one particular trait... none of them took charge, not properly, not like Benny had.

The tortured young man found his mind going back again, right back to the beginning, back to the very first night Benny had awakened his submissive side. In most ways he still missed Benny, his love of the boy had never really faded, but it conflicted with his fear of what the boy had done, what he had become, the two conflicting feelings duelling for superiority in his head.

Turmoil aside, the thoughts of submitting to the boy did the trick and Josh shot a heavy load over himself. Breathing deeply while absent-mindedly stroking out the last few drops, he attempted to shake his submissive desires from his consciousness, but they refused to subside, unlike his rapidly softening cock.

The weekend came round thankfully quickly. Josh and Dale were enjoying their typically lazy Saturday morning breakfast when they heard a key in the door. It opened and Nick walked in.

Dale just looked at him in confusion. "It's Saturday... you don't need to be here, so fuck off!" Dale said playfully with a wink.

"What, I'm not allowed to come and hang out with my big brothers?" Nick asked innocently.

The question made Dale smile. He had always been amazed at how readily he and Warren had been welcomed into the McKenzie family. Josh, Nick and Corey had always been welcomed at the Spencer household by Dale and Warren's parents too, but the amount of time he and Warren had spent at the McKenzie house had made it feel like their second home. Nick really did feel like his little brother now.

Josh looked at Dale and the two of them raised their eyebrows, considering the boy's question. "You wanna have noisy sex with Warren in our spare room, don't you!" Josh said accusingly.

"No." Nick exclaimed, annoyed, before his expression cracked, his flimsy excuse quickly crumbling under their scrutiny. "Okay, fine, Warren will be here in quarter of a hour."

The two men laughed at Nick's quick submission. It was a fairly common occurrence. Both sets of parents had known for some time that Warren and Nick were together, and they would have to be pretty oblivious to not know that the relationship was very sexual, but both boys were still cautious about doing too much at home for fear of getting caught.

"You could... always join us!" Nick said as he approached them, grinning naughtily.

Josh and Dale both smirked at the boy's advances. It was tempting, but they already had other plans. "Maybe next time." Josh said happily, gently caressing the boy's arse as he moved closer.

"You sure?" Nick asked, grabbing at Josh's bulge which twitched in response. "It's been a while!"

Josh moved his hands onto Nick's sides and stared into his eyes.

"Hey, put my boyfriend down!" Warren's voice called out from the opening door.

Nick and Josh let go of each other and smiled at Warren. The younger boy blushed as he realised he could very easily be talking to either of them. "Ooh, are they joining us?" He asked excitedly as he ran across the room, a hopeful look in his eye.

"Not this time, squirt." Dale replied with a sympathetic smile. "We've got things to do."

Nick and Warren joined in with the breakfast, mostly by taking stuff straight off their elder siblings' plates much to their annoyed amusement. Once the food was all gone, Josh and Dale went to get ready to go out while the younger boys vanished into the spare bedroom.

By the time Josh and Dale were ready to leave, there were loud laughs and moans coming from the two boys. They didn't bother interrupting them to say goodbye, as much as they were curious to see exactly what was happening.

Josh dropped Dale off at James' place before driving back to his parents' house. James and Dale were spending the day together, an arrangement that made James exceptionally happy. Josh noticed that Dale seemed fairly excited about it too, which gave him a buzz of happiness as he realised it was his own actions that had helped the two friends reacquaint. James had asked Josh to join them, fairly insistently, but Josh had refused, citing both his commitment to spend the day with Corey as well as his desire to let James be alone with Dale.

"Hey, it's just me!" Josh called out as he walked into the house.

Josh's dad popped his head out from the kitchen door and said, "Hey Josh."

He looked at his dad and raised an eyebrow. The man was wearing a pink frilly apron. "Nice outfit." he smirked.

"Sod off." The man replied. "It's better than getting covered in flour!"

"Don't listen to him George. I think you look lovely." Mrs McKenzie said, walking up behind him and kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you Pippa." George said very formally, attempting to rub it in Josh's face. He smiled smugly.

"Besides, it's nice to finally know where the kids got the gay gene from!" Pippa added slyly.

George's face dropped as Josh and his Mum both burst into raucous laughter. The man just scowled angrily and returned to his baking. Josh felt a surge of proudness for his parents and their acceptance of his and Nick's orientation.

His mind rushed back to that Summer, just a few weeks after Benny. They had been stood there in the kitchen, George and Pippa sat on one side of the table, Josh and Dale on the other. "Mum, Dad," he had started nervously. "I've got tell you something, about me and Dale. We're... not just friends... he's my... he's my boyfriend!"

Josh sat, terrified of what the reaction might be. He stared into his parents' faces. They remained flat, emotionless, not reacting at all. Josh's hands trembled, probably more-so when Dale reached across and took hold of them.

Several more tense moments passed. Pippa was first to crack, smirking a little before bursting into full-on laughter. "Yes!" George called out happily, clenching a fist.

Josh and Dale looked a mix of scared and confused.

"I just won twenty quid!" George declared.

"What?" Josh asked, completely lost.

"Sorry, Josh, you can relax." Pippa said, her laughter subsiding. "We just had a bet about who could keep a straight face the longest after you told us!"

Josh stared open-mouthed at the two supposedly mature adults. "You knew?" he demanded. "How?"

"Come on Josh, we know you." Pippa said, looking at her son with affection. "You think we don't know when you're in love? And with you spending pretty much every day with Dale, it wasn't hard to figure out."

"Oh, right." Josh replied, both relieved and a little annoyed.

"Besides, you're noisier in bed than your Dad!" she smirked.

"MUM!" Josh called out in open-mouthed disgust. Both parents laughed, this time joined by Dale who had just been spectating until then. Reluctantly Josh joined in the shared laughter, letting the tension ease away.

"So you're not bothered then?" Josh finally asked when they quietened down.

"Josh, we love you son, no matter what." George said kindly.

And that was it. Josh had been sworn to secrecy by his parents about the game they had played as they planned to repeat it when Nick came out. They had, of course, known about him too.

By now it was accepted as such a normal part of their lives that none of them even gave it a second thought. The person who came out of it worst was Corey. Once Nick and Josh were out, every time the mention of grandkids came up, George and Pippa turned their stares on their youngest son, knowing that he was their best (but not only) hope to have them.

Emerging from the surprisingly happy memory of his coming out, Josh looked to his Mum and asked, "Where's Cor?"

"Up in his room. You'd best go give him a nudge or you're going to be late for the game." she replied before wandering off into the lounge.

Josh headed upstairs and stood outside Corey's door. He considered knocking, but decided to tease his little brother by bursting in unannounced as the younger boy had done to him so often when he still lived there. He swung the door open and yelled, "Surprise!"

Corey was laying naked on the bed, rapidly stroking his cock, eyes closed. As he heard Josh burst in, he opened his eyes, stared in annoyance and yelled, "Fuck! Josh, get out!" He did his best to cover up with one hand while throwing a pillow at his brother with the other.

Josh caught the pillow and threw it back, closing the door behind him.

"Get out!" Corey insisted again, now using the pillow to cover up.

"I've seen it all before." Josh said causally, with a grin, walking slowly across the room.

"Yeah, well there was a lot less to see back then." Corey said back with a teasing grin, thinking back to how much smaller he had been the last time Josh had seen him naked.

Josh sat on the foot of the bed and said quietly, "Hey, you remember the first time we... you know!" What was he doing? Was he coming on to Corey? This wasn't right, they didn't do this stuff any more, but as he thought about that day he couldn't help thinking about how the boy had commanded him to suck his little erection. His breath was quickening as his cock began to inflate.

There was that look from Corey again, analysing him, studying him. The initial anger melted from his face, replaced instead with a sympathetic affection. He lay back down on the bed, pulling the pillow aside to reveal his still-hard penis and looking Josh in the eye. "Suck it!"

Josh's heart skipped a beat. That was exactly what they boy had said during their first encounter, but now it was said with so much more confidence and certainty. "Cor, are you..." Josh mumbled.

"Suck it!" Corey repeated, even more firmly.

Josh quivered from head to toe, more from the boy's tone than the prospect of what he was about to do. The boy had been correct when he said that there was 'a lot less to see back then'. His erection had sat at barely over three inches back then, but was now a very proud six, and deliciously thick too. The bush was perfectly trimmed too, his balls, if they had even been hairy before, were now smooth too.

The older brother leaned over and took hold of it with one hand, using it to guide the thick head towards his lips. He sucked quickly as Corey moaned happily while resting a hand on the back of Josh's head. Corey's hips started thrusting as he quickly neared orgasm, having already been close before being interrupted. He took a handful of Josh's hair, using it to pull him away at the last second, just before his cock erupted. Swinging free of Josh's mouth, it squirted a heavy load over his chest and perfect stomach.

Josh just looked up at Corey lustily, obviously not yet sated. Corey of course could see that and ordered, "Lick it up!"

Josh quivered again at the command, happily obliging and sucking the boy's cum from his body before sitting up. Corey sat up beside him and said happily, "Good boy!" as he stroked a hand through his big brother's hair.

The younger boy dressed in silence, Josh at a loss for what to say, Corey intentionally giving him the time to think. They still said very little as they got ready to leave the house, apart from quick goodbyes to their parents. George and Pippa had been excused from attending that day's football match as Josh was available to take him. Corey much preferred having his big brother take him rather than his Mum or Dad. Both parents were attentive and supportive, but only in an 'I'm a parent so I have to do this' kind of way. Josh actually enjoyed it, happily sharing in the boy's excitement for his wins and helping commiserate the losses.

Josh had been driving for a couple of minutes before Corey released him from the silence. "You okay?" he asked. He already knew Josh wasn't.

"No." Josh said, sorrowfully. "I'm sorry, I know you're not into that stuff any more." he apologised.

Corey smirked. "Did it really seem to you like I didn't enjoy it?" he asked with a smile.

"I guess not." Josh replied, fighting a smile of his own.

"Look, it's obvious how much you miss, whadda you call it, subbing, or whatever. So why not just do it?" Corey stated very matter-of-factly.

"Dale's not really into it. I've hinted at it before, but he's just not interested." Josh replied, staring at the road.

"How about Warren?" Corey asked with a sly grin.

"How d'you know..." Josh started, then looked at Corey and shook his head. 'How does he know this stuff?' he asked himself. "No, not really his thing either, he prefers when I take charge." Josh blushed a little at sharing such intimate detail.

"Liam?" Corey asked, now laughing out loud at his big brother's reaction to his seeminly endless knowledge.

"Get out of my head, you annoying little fucker!" Josh laughed. "And no, he's more of a quick fuck type."

Corey stopped laughing, his expression changing to something more serious. "Are you thinking maybe.... Benny?"

Josh just glanced round at the boy briefly before looking back to the road, saying nothing. Corey could read in his brother's face and body language that he had struck on something big. Was Josh really thinking about going back to him? Josh had never disclosed the details of 'the incident', but between his intuition and Josh's scars Corey had a fairly good idea of what had gone down. There was no doubt in his mind that if Josh really was considering it, then it was a terrible idea. He decided the best way to stop it was by telling him the latest news. "Well if that was what you're thinking, you wouldn't be able to find him anyway."

"What, why?" Josh asked, shaken from his own thoughts by the comment.

"Nobody knows where he is. He moved out of his parents' house on his birthday and now he won't tell them where he's living." Corey explained.

"So he's just disappeared?" Josh asked, both curious and worried.

"Not quite. He's still going to school. Mr and Mrs Harrison went to see him there but he refused to tell them where he's living." Corey continued.

The silence returned as they drove the rest of the way to the football field, a million thoughts ploughing through Josh's mind. Once he got there though, he was distracted by other things, a field full of cute boys in shorts mainly! He did his best not to think about them that way, admonishing himself for his explicit thoughts, particularly as he saw Sam. He had thought Warren might come to cheer on his friend, but it seemed the prospect of a day in the bedroom with Nick appealed more than a morning stood out in the cold.

Josh's phone vibrated. Pulling his phone out, he saw a text message from James. [Hey, you ok?]

Josh replied quickly. James was keeping true to his statement earlier in the week that he intended to get to know Josh better too. The young man now text him as often as he did Dale. [I'm good, you?]

[Great thanks. How's the game?] James replied.

[Going well, Corey's team is up 1-0. What you guys up to?]

[Not much. What you up to tomorrow?]

Josh thought about it, why didn't he just ask Dale? [We don't have any plans yet, why?]

[Thought maybe I could come round again tomorrow, Liam and Ryan too if they're free. The other night was fun ;-)]

Josh must have re-read the message five times. The other night was fun? Did he mean the whole evening, or just their private moment? He decided to deflect slightly, hoping to get a bit more information. [Isn't one day with Dale enough for you? LOL]

[It is, but I hoped I'd get to see you again too.] James answered.

The reply didn't really help clarify much. Again James could either mean his comment in a completely platonic way, or he could be hinting at something else. Josh dismissed the thought. James had made it clear how straight he was. This was obviously about getting to know his best friend's boyfriend a bit better, which actually made it quite a sweet gesture. [Well if the others are up for it, then so am I] As soon as Josh sent the message, he regretted the unintentional double-entendre.

[Good to know ;-) I'll sort it with Dale.]

[Good, now stop texting me and enjoy my boyfriend! ;-)] This time the insinuation was completely intentional. He could imagine James turning bright red as he read it. No further reply came and Josh turned his attention back to the game.

Just as he looked up, Sam ran by. Seeing Josh on the sidelines, he smiled broadly and waved. Josh's breath caught in his throat. The golden-brown hair was slightly messy, forehead moist with sweat, eyes showing how much he was enjoying himself and then there was that adorable smile. He took a breath and waved back, but the boy was already gone. 'What was that?' he asked himself, his heart pounding as he contemplated his reaction.

Thankfully Josh didn't have too long to dwell on it before there was a range of shouts from around the field as another goal was scored. Unfortunately, it was by the opposing team, tying the score. Josh returned to watching the game, doing his best to ignore his many distractions.

The game ended in a loss for Corey's team, the equalising goal soon being followed by another. With the match over, people started to disperse. Josh took a seat on a bench as he waited for Corey to finish up with the coach, probably a supportive pep-talk rather than harsh criticism. Thankfully the team's coach was not as harsh as some Josh had seen.

Looking out blankly across the field, Josh never saw Sam approaching from the side. "Hey Josh." the boy said cheerfully, making the seated man jump.

"Hey, erm, hey Sam." Josh stuttered. Involuntarily, he checked the boy out. He was still in the football kit, a bag thrown over his shoulder. His eyes lingered just a moment too long on the boy's crotch, a small bulge protruding, making Josh's own swell just a little. The boy's legs were covered in a layer of fine, fair hair. Looking down, he noticed that the laces on one of his football boots were loose. "Your lace is untied!" he commented without thinking.

"Oh, you managed to look that far down?" Sam teased knowingly, making Josh choke on a breath, coughing and turning bright red. He lifted the foot onto the bench beside Josh and just stood for a moment, watching with a wicked grin as Josh stared at his now exposed thigh and up the leg of the shorts to the boy's underwear.

Josh's swelling continued until he was sporting a full erection. He shuffled in his seat, trying to hide it, but Sam already knew it was there. The boy leaned down to tie his lace, bringing his face just inches away from Josh's. The boy tied the laces without looking down, instead fixing his gaze on Josh who stared back, trembling.

Sam stood back up and looked down at his own crotch. He was now sporting an erection too, but he did nothing to hide it, allowing it to tent his shorts. Josh continued staring, transfixed by the boy's obvious arousal.

Before Josh could do or say anything else, Corey ran up to them, now changed out of his football kit. "Hey Sam." he said as he approached.

The look of guilt and fear on Josh's face was priceless, making Sam laugh out loud. "Hey Corey. Your brother's a big perv, isn't he!" His tone was playful and sweet, reassuring Josh that the boy was not saying it as an insult, but it still made him squirm uncomfortably.

"Tell me something I don't know!" Corey agreed with the boy. He looked down and saw their matching erections. "Nice!" he said with a grin, the looked to his embarrassed brother. "Now if you're done hitting on my team mate, I wanna get home!"

"See ya guys!" Sam said with another laugh as he ran off, reaching inside his shorts to tuck his erection into the waistband to keep it hidden.

Josh just watched him run off until Corey smacked him in the arm. "Fucking perv!"

After dropping Corey off, Josh headed home. When he got back, Nick and Warren were still there, sitting on the sofa together, cuddling. He couldn't help smiling at how sweet they looked together. It actually confused him a little. He was completely in love with Warren, yet he was happy seeing him with another boy. He wondered if Warren had the same feeling when he saw Josh with Dale.

It still amazed him that he had managed to resist the boy for so long before finally admitting his true feelings. There had an almost instant connection when they met, but when things with Benny fell apart, it was Dale that Josh turned to. Warren had done the same with Nick, the four siblings splitting into the two separate couples.

It wasn't until about a year later when anything serious happened between Josh and Warren. It was on Nick's first day of college, he had come round to get a lift with Dale and Warren had tagged along, much as he had earlier that week. With Josh and Warren alone together for the first time since their week with Benny, the sparks returned, the feelings resurfaced and their secret relationship began. The strange part of it all was that their love had in no way lessened either of their feelings for their respective boyfriends. Josh was very much in love with both of the Spencer boys, just as Warren seemed to be completely in love with both Nick and Josh.

"Afternoon." Josh said casually as he walked in, slipping off his coat and shoes.

Nick's hand was somewhere behind or underneath Warren where Josh couldn't see it. Warren jumped thanks to some unseen movement by the concealed hand, just as he tried to say hello, the noise coming out as more of an excited squawk. Josh approached the boys, gave each of them a quick kiss then flopped onto the sofa beside them.

"Erm Josh." Warren started inquisitively, moving off of Nick's lap and picking up his phone from the coffee table. "Any idea why Sam may have text me to tell me that you might 'need a hand with something' when you got home?" He added air quotes round the exact wording from Sam's message.

Both boys chuckled as they saw Josh's embarrassment. "Text him back, and tell him next time I see him, he's dead!" Josh said, his anger only half joking. Josh's reaction just got more laughs.

"What happened?" Nick asked.

"None of your business." Josh snapped.

Warren put the phone down, then jumped onto Josh's lap and looked over to Nick. "Let's just say that for a straight boy, he really knows how to turn a guy on!"

"That's an understatement!" Josh added, blushing as he put an arm around Warren. He had no qualms about being so affectionate with the boy in front of Nick. Even before the two of them started their affair, they were already very tactile with each other, the same as Nick and Dale. The four boys shared a very close bond, at times actually verging on a four-way relationship rather than two separate couples.

Josh raised a hand and tickled Warren's side, making him giggle and struggle to get away from the man's teasing fingers. Nick watched for a moment before diving on and joining in, attempting to tickle both of them, but ending up the victim instead.

Dale walked into the apartment first. He almost stopped and turned to prevent James from entering, worried that the scene may look a little suspicious. Instead though, James walked straight past him. Josh was laying on the sofa, Warren on top of him, Nick to his side, the three of the cuddled together asleep.

"That's so freaking adorable!" James said with a huge grin, much to Dale's relief.

"Yeah, it is." Dale said fondly. For a moment he wished James wasn't there. The three people he loved most in the world were right there together and he wished more than anything that he could dive right into the middle of it.

James smiled as he saw Dale's doe-eyed stare. "Aww, it really is love, isn't it!" he teased.

"Fuck off." Dale snapped back playfully. "Hey, I've got an idea. Stay here and be quiet!"

Dale quietly down the bags he was carrying, annoyed when some of the bottles clanked together. He dashed off into the bedroom, then ran back holding an air horn, looking devilishly over at the three sleepers. James immediately caught on, pulling out his phone ready to record the prank. The two moved closer, James standing a short distance away to fit them all into frame while Dale crept behind the sofa. Raising the air horn, he pressed the button, unleashing an ear-piercing hoot.

"AAARGH!" Josh, Nick and Warren screamed simultaneously. Josh jumped the most, sending the two smaller boys flying as he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw James and Dale both laughing hysterically.

Warren and Nick both looked terrified, but soon burst into laughter as they realised what had actually happened. It was only Josh who remained straight-faced. Looking first at James and then at Dale, he said calmly, "Oh, there will be revenge!" Another blast of the air horn made him jump again.

Dale moved forward and pulled him into a hug, still laughing. "I fucking hate you sometimes!" Josh whispered to him, his heart pounding.

"I hate you too!" Dale said with a colossal smile before kissing Josh gently on the lips.

"What you doing here anyway?" Josh asked, letting go of Dale and looking to James who finally put down his phone.

"Liam and Ryan were both busy tomorrow afternoon, so we figured we'd all get together tonight instead. Dale text you about it, but I guess you were too busy with your boys to look at your phone!" James said, gesturing to the two boys who were just starting to get back up onto the sofa.

Josh blushed at James' comment. "Cool." Josh said at the prospect of a fun night with his mates.

Nick and Warren had left shortly after the air horn prank, disappointed to be missing out on what Josh and Dale had planned, but looking forward to their own evening plans anyway. Josh helped James and Dale put their bags in the kitchen, the retrieve a couple of crates of beer from the car too.

Standing and looking at the mountain of snacks and booze, Josh raised his eyebrows and looked to the other two. "Exactly how drunk are we expecting to get tonight?"

"We're ready for you Sir!" a voice called through the door.

"I'll be there shortly!" Benny called back, standing up from a large armchair. He looked at himself in the mirror as he straightened out his clothes. He smiled at what he saw staring back... a normal teenage boy! When he first started all this, he had considered alternative clothing, something more authoritative, but had dismissed the idea. He got a thrill out of the confused looks on peoples' faces when such an innocent looking boy did the things he did. Over time he had dome to find confusion almost as useful as fear.

He walked across the room and opened the door. Roger was stood there patiently waiting for him. Roger had been a supremely lucky find, Benny thought to himself, looking up at the tall 20-year-old. Without him, Benny doubted he would be anywhere near as organised in his latest venture. His size and aggressive personality was also essential in keeping potential troublemakers under control.

"How many this time?" Benny asked as he walked down the hallway to the top of the staircase that spread down into the main atrium.

"Just two." Roger answered.

Stood at the top of the stairs were three other men, waiting silently for Benny. The red carpet lining the stairs continued across the marble floor to the opposite side of the big open area, ending at the large double doors. Lined up down one side of the narrow strip of carpet were seven naked men, including Philip, his naked breakfast buddy. All seven of them stood looking up at him, hands behind their backs, their faces ranging from fear to outright reverence.

Down the other side stood eight other men, also naked, but quite different to those opposite. All eight of them wore chastity devices and slightly unhappier expressions. At the far end of the carpet, just in front of the door stood two boys in their early teens, with two fully clothed men between them. Finally, the last occupant of the large atrium was a naked young man, his entire head covered in a leather hood, cowering in one of the corners, wide eyes staring out of the hood's eye holes as Benny appeared.

Benny started down the stairs, eyes fixed on the two fully dressed men. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, flanked by Roger and the three others he followed the carpet until he was stood just a few feet away from the two men. For several tense moments, his eyes flicked between them. One looked back at him with almost palpable disdain, the other barely even dared to return his gaze.

"Names?" Benny asked.

"Oscar." the nervous man replied timidly.

Benny's eyes turned to the other one, who stared back angrily and silently. Benny's face remained flat as he turned his eye to the boy to the man's left, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

"He's William." the boy said, looking up at the man who sighed with annoyance, realising his silence was achieving nothing beyond getting him in more trouble.

"So, William, what do you do for a living?" Benny asked.

The man sighed again. "I work in advertising." he said through gritted teeth.

Benny nodded his approval before turning to the other man. "Very good, and you, Oscar?"

"I... I don't work... I'm unemployed." Oscar replied quietly.

Benny smiled as he looked back at the line of naked men in chastity behind him. He turned to two of the men at his side. "Cage him and show him the drill. Sort out the others too!"

They nodded and stepped forward to each grab one of Oscar's arms. They lead the nervous man away, indicating for the other eight naked men in chastity to follow. They filed off qietly into one of the side rooms.

"I guess that just leaves you... Willy!" Benny said, turning his attention back to William. "Strip!"

William stood defiantly still. Roger stepped forward, but Benny held out an arm to stop him. The boy met William's gaze, looked up to Roger, then back. William's eyes followed and the message was quite clear. Reluctantly, the man began to undress. The room remained silent as every eye fixed on him, adding to his discomfort. The man paused when he was down to his underwear, looking angrily at Benny. The boy simply raised his eyebrows and William pulled the boxers down, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

"Now kneel!" Benny snapped, his voice echoing through the large atrium.

William's breath caught in his throat. Could this boy really be serious? He remained standing, eyes wide with anger and defiance. This time when Roger stepped forward, Benny allowed it. The large man towered over William menacingly.

"He. Said. KNEEL!" Roger bellowed.

William whimpered as he instantly dropped to his knees, scared of what the massive enforcer might do to him if he didn't.

Benny walked forward, placing a hand on William's shoulder as Roger stepped back. He circled the kneeling man, sliding his hand first across his chest, then round his back. "Tell me, William." he said quietly as he paced slowly around the kneeling man. "How much do you know about what happens here?"

"Nothing!" the man replied quickly.

Benny stood behind him, leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Oh good, then it's time for you to be... educated. Bring him!" He looked to Roger as he stood back up and started walking towards one of the adjoining rooms. As he walked past the line of naked men, he caught Philip's eyes. "Bring Philip too, I think he needs a reminder!" he added before disappearing into the room.