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The Dangers of Desire
Chapter 4
by Matt
Both boys stood frozen on the spot, standing several metres apart. Josh stared. Benny stared. The noises of the street seemed to fade away into a vacuum of absolute silence. Josh could feel his heart pounding. He took a deep breath having unintentionally held it for several seconds.
Benny was first to move. He started walking towards Josh, subconsciously raising his hands, intending to hug him without even thinking if he would be allowed. Josh took a few steps backwards in response, stopping Benny in his tracks as he saw the feared expression plastered across his face.
"Josh, I..." Benny started, but with no idea what he intended to say, it he just went silent again.
"I... can't do this!" Josh said, he turned and walked away as quickly as he could without actually running.
"Josh wait!" Benny called out, running after him. He caught up and grabbed Josh's arm in an attempt to stop him.
"Don't touch me!" Josh yelled, pulling his arm away and turning to face the boy. "Don't... touch me." he repeated more calmly.
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you... but please, can we talk?" Benny pleaded.
Josh stared at him, almost trembling. What disturbed Josh most was his own feelings on seeing the boy up close again. He was the sweet little boy he had babysat all those years, the sexy young man who had opened him up to so many new experiences and feelings, but at the same time he was also the vicious, furious monster whose hands had squeezed around his throat. A breath caught in his throat and he reached up to rub his neck without even thinking.
Benny saw the man's reaction to his presence, a wave of nausea pulsing through him as he saw Josh's hand raise to his throat. "Please, I just... I have to talk to you!" His eyes were watery, jaw quivering as he pleaded.
Josh hated his sudden desire to hold him, to comfort the boy. Was it the lingering remnants of Benny's control over him, or genuine affection? Several times Josh began to move forward, but every time he did the image of the boy's crazed face hanging over him reappeared, shocking him back. Eventually he just nodded his agreement to the boy's request.
"There's... somewhere we can go, back this way." Benny said, he turned and started walking, hoping that Josh would follow. He did, several paces behind in silence.
There was a small park just past the school. Some students still lingered in the area, people walked their dogs, others just cut through on their way somewhere else. It was expansive enough to give the two young men privacy, but public enough that they weren't completely alone together, something Benny suspected Josh would want to avoid.
Benny sat on one end of a bench at a wooden picnic table, Josh took a seat on the opposite side, opposite end, literally as far as he could sit from the boy. "I owe you an apology." Benny started, eyes lowered in shame.
"You already apologised, remember!" Josh said, thinking back to the fourteenth birthday party.
"No, I apologised to the whole group, but I couldn't apologise just to you. I never got the chance to speak to you alone..."
"I wonder why!" Josh snapped angrily. "Oh right, because you tried to fucking KILL ME!"
Benny flinched at the man's anger, starting to cry. He held his hands over his face and sobbed heavily, eventually crossing his arms on the table and burying his face into them, muffling his cries.
Josh's face remained twisted with anger as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. The conflict returned. He wanted to hit the boy and hug him, both at the same time. It was actually quite cathartic just sitting there seeing the boy cry, knowing that he was as distressed over the incident as he was. His mind drifted back to it, replaying how scared Benny had been at the time, how he had pathetically pleaded for Josh's help. He still couldn't bring himself to move though.
Several minutes later, Benny sat up, wiping his face but still crying gently. "I just..." Josh started, pausing for moment, feeling a lump in his throat. "Why? Benny, why did you...?"
"I don't know." he sniffed. "I had a lot of time to think about it... afterwards. I loved you Josh, and you said you loved me but I had to watch you fall in love with someone else. Then you just... ended it all. I didn't know how to handle it. I honestly loved you so much. Thinking about losing you, it just... snapped something!"
Josh listened to the boy explain. He wanted to hate him, to keep the anger alive, to blame him but hearing his words, seeing the pain in his eyes, he could feel it all draining away.
"I was thirteen Josh. I was just a kid." he sniffed.
That was it. That was the final button the boy needed to push. The anger dropped from Josh's face completely, replaced with abject sorrow. Now it was his turn to sob. Benny allowed him time to compose himself, just as Josh had done for him.
"You were just a kid." Josh repeated Benny's words, barely whispering as he wiped his face. "You were a child and I... I took advantage of you."
"What? No!" Benny argued. "That's not what I meant. You remember being thirteen, don't you?" Josh nodded wearily. "I had all these feelings, and I just wasn't ready to deal with them, I couldn't handle them. I was devastated at the thought of losing you and I couldn't handle it and I lashed out at you and it ruined everything!"
"Benny. I think... I think we both did things that were wrong." Josh said, seeing the boy's sincerity. As he finally allowed himself to think about it all, the extent of his own guilt amazed him. "Admittedly, the things I did wrong didn't almost kill you..." His poor attempt at levity just made Benny look even unhappier. "But we were both in the wrong for various things. I'm not saying you were blameless. You started it, and then you're the one who... hurt me, but I was meant to be looking after you. It was my job to take care of you and I fucked that up pretty spectacularly. I think we've both held onto it all far far too long."
"What are you saying?" Benny squinted.
"Benny, I think I forgive you. I'm sorry for the things I did, and... I forgive you!"
A weight lifted from Josh that he had never even known was there. A silent burden he had helped load upon himself falling away with his forgiveness.
Benny's face contorted into relieved sadness at the young man's words. "Josh, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" Benny said. He watched nervously as Josh got up from his seat, walked round the table and approached him. He leaned away nervously, worried that it was some kind of ruse, that the man was about to strangle him the way he had often felt he deserved. Instead, Josh pulled him onto his feet and wrapped his arms around him. Even though the boy was taller than he had been last time they embraced, he was still much shorter than Josh, his face pressing against his chest as they hugged.
They said nothing, they simply held each other.
They parted when Benny felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out of his pocket, read the message and quickly replied. "Just one of my boys!" Benny said dismissively as he slipped the phone away and leaned in to hug Josh again.
Josh took a weary step back, looking at the boy with sudden concern. "One of your... what?" Josh asked.
Benny froze, realising what he had just revealed. "Oh, no, it's just, erm..." he stuttered.
"Benny, are you still... doing that sort of stuff?" Josh asked accusingly.
Benny looked at him in awkward silence.
Josh took it as a yes. "Wait, did you.... ever actually stop?"
More silence.
"Oh my God." Josh called out, turning away and rubbing his face with his hands as he considered the implications. He turned back. "I actually believed you were sorry, I thought you'd changed. I'm so stupid!" His anger returned even quicker than it had left.
"Josh, it's not what you think. It's not like it was with me and you. And I really have changed. I don't hurt people any more. Well, not unless that's their thing." He laughed, but stopped as he realised Josh wasn't.
Josh thought for a moment. 'One of my boys', 'their thing', exactly how many did he have? Then he remembered the reason for his visit. "Benny, where are you living? What have you been doing?"
"Okay." Benny said calmly. "Honestly, if I told you, I doubt you'd believe me. It's probably easier for me to show you anyway. If you promise not to tell anyone about what you're going to see, I'll take you there. You promise?"
After several seconds of deliberation, Josh silently nodded his agreement.
Greg was a little worried. His invitation from Warren had been more than a little cryptic, just asking him to come round that evening and to come alone. Part of him was hoping that Warren wanted to do a little more of what they had done on the bus the previous night. He couldn't stop thinking about it. When he reached Warren's house, he knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by Mrs Spencer.
"Hi Greg. They're upstairs in Warren's room." she said, saving the boy the effort of asking.
"Hi Mrs Spencer. Thanks." he said happily, slipping off his shoes and hanging his coat on one of the wall hooks. He ran up the stairs as Warren's Mum returned to what she had been doing. 'They?' Greg thought as he dashed. 'So it's not just Warren.' He was a little disappointed, but now even more curious.
Knocking at Warren's door, he was invited in and found Warren sat on his bed with Sam. "Hey guys." he said as he walked in. They both smiled back at him and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's going on?"
"Warren told me what you two talked about at the cinema last night." Sam started.
"Warren!" Greg whined as a surge of embarrassment pulsed through him.
"Wait, it's a good thing, you'll see!" Warren defended himself with a grin.
"Yeah, right." Greg replied dejectedly, his shoulders dropping as he stared down, avoiding eye contact with either boy. "Just tell me why I'm here."
"For the vow!" Sam said, as if he expected Greg to know what that meant. His puzzled look prompted the boy to continue. "After Warren came out, we started spending a lot more time together, and to make sure we could trust each other, we took a, sort of, vow."
"Like getting married?" Greg asked, sniggering. "Aww, did you two get married? And I never got you a present!" He teased, glad to finally be on the better side of it.
Warren and Sam both shrugged, not bothered by the attempt at an insult. "If you wanna look at it that way, I suppose yeah, kinda like that."
Greg thought for a moment. "Wait, you said I'm here for the vow?" He smiled, almost laughing as he realised the implication.
Warren jumped up off the bed and joined the two standing boys. "Yup. Like Sam said, I told him what we'd talked about last night and he thought of, I dunno, how did you word it Sam? Inviting him in?"
Greg's smile was so huge, his delight so sincere that the other boys couldn't help mirroring it. "So what do I have to do?"
Sam put an arm around Warren and the two stood together facing Greg. He cleared his throat as if preparing to give a formal public speech. "Okay. Do you, Greg West, take Warren Spencer and me, Sam Quarton, to be your best friends?"
"We're really doing this?" Greg smirked at the formality of it. Warren and Sam sniggered in response, but nodded, their faces showing their steely determination. "Fine. Yes, I do."
Sam continued. "Do you promise to keep all secrets between us, to trust us completely and protect our trust in you?"
"I do." Greg nodded. He felt a bit stupid, but could feel himself getting emotional as the magnitude of the words struck him. They may have been making a show of it, but he could tell they meant every word.
"Do you swear to be honest with your own feelings, to accept our gestures of affection and to freely offer gestures of your own?"
"I do."
"Then I declare you, our new BFF. We may now kiss the friend!" Sam joked.
"What?!" Greg called out in surprise. Both boys lunged forward, each planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled him into a three-way hug. They lost their balance, falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs, laughing loudly.
Josh drove, following Benny's directions, looking round curiously as they headed into a part of town he had rarely been to. Josh's parents were fairly well off, their comfortable house sitting in one of the nicest, most affluent areas of the town, but this area put even those houses to shame. They were mostly fairly large, walled off from the streets with large gates blocking entry, backed by extensive grounds around the almost mansion-like properties.
"This one here!" Benny said as they approached one. Compared to the other properties, the front entrance looked a little run down, like it had once been carefully cared for, but then left to decline for several years. As Josh pulled up to the gate, Benny pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed a button, making the gate slowly slide open.
Josh looked round at the boy. "This is where you live?" he asked, confused at how it was possible.
With the gate open, Josh drove in, the wheels sinking slightly into a gravelled driveway. The grounds looked somewhat overgrown, but with signs of some recent work towards improving them. As they drove on, a house came into sight. 'Mansion-like' was definitely an apt description, it was huge. It was quite old looking, in a similar state as the front entrance and grounds, but its grandeur was still undeniable.
Benny grinned as Josh stared, open-mouthed. "No, THAT is where I live!"
"What, so it's been, like, split into apartments or something?" Josh asked, failing to comprehend any other possibility.
"No, the whole thing's mine." Benny said smugly.
"Yours? As in..."
"I own it. The whole thing!" Benny said, almost bouncing in his seat.
"Fuck off." Josh said, refusing to believe it. "Seriously, fuck all the way off. You're sixteen, there's no chance!"
Benny simply laughed as Josh drove up, the driveway ending in a large circle around an overgrown, disused fountain. He stopped in front of the doors and Benny got out. Josh followed and just stared up at the building. His parents house would fit inside the thing about eight times.
"Okay, now you might be surprised at what you see in there, but you promised not to tell anyone, remember?" Benny reminded him.
Josh simply nodded, lost in a mix of amazement and disbelief. He followed Benny up the wide stone steps to the double door. It creaked open and they stepped inside. It opened up into a large open space with marble floor, large pillars around it supporting a first floor balcony and a grand staircase that started wide and narrowed as it reached up to the balcony.
Josh looked wearily at the large man stood just inside the door. "Josh, this is Roger, my... what would I call you, Roger?"
"Second in command, Sir?" Roger suggested.
The 'Sir' caught Josh by surprise. So this was one of Benny's 'boys' then? It was certainly not a word that would immediately sprint to mind upon beholding the behemoth of a man.
"Yeah, very good Roger, my second in command. Roger, this is Josh. He'll be my guest for a while." Benny said politely.
"Josh, as in..." Roger started.
"Yes!" Benny said sharply, cutting him off and giving him a stern look. He turned to Josh who looked more confused than ever. "Coffee?"
"Sure." Josh agreed, still taking in his surroundings.
"We'll have it in the private lounge after I've given Josh a quick tour." Benny ordered. Roger glared at Josh for a moment, then walked away towards one of the doors on the wall behind the stairs. "Ready for the tour?"
Josh simply nodded and followed as Benny walked away. Benny explained the rooms as they walked round. The kitchen was at the rear, that was where Roger had headed. On the right was the guest lounge, a large room with a TV, a couple of sofas and armchairs and a large fireplace, then the games room, filled with large arcade video games, pool table, air hockey, dartboard and pinball tables. Next to that was a small bathroom. On the opposite side of the atrium, Benny showed him the private lounge, a smaller version of the guest one, a dining room with a long rectangular table flanked by two rows of six chairs and one at each end and finally what Benny had called the 'treatment room', but they didn't go into.
They stopped at the bottom of the stairs as Benny explained what was up there, saying there wasn't really much need to see it as it simply contained his master bedroom, six other bedrooms and a range of toilet and bathroom facilities. After that, he lead Josh round the back of the staircase. At first Josh had suspected they were heading into the kitchen, but instead he found there was another door, this one in the back of the staircase. Benny opened it to reveal more stairs heading down.
"Mind your head, ceiling's a bit low on the stairs." Benny warned as Josh followed, still in awe. As they reached the cellar, Josh was surprised. He had expected it to be dark and damp, but it was well-lit and clean, with brick walls painted white a stone-slabbed floor. As with the atrium and upper floor, there were several doors coming off of the central area.
Benny walked into one of them and Josh found a fairly large, but equally clean and tidy room. There were a couple of small wardrobes and sets of drawers on one side, two pairs of bunk beds on the other. "These rooms are where the live-in boys sleep. There's four of these rooms, so I could have up to sixteen. Currently I only have seven. Oh, no, eight, we just got William."
"Wha..." Josh gasped at the revelation of the number.
"Then there's four games rooms down here." Benny explained as he ignored the noise from Josh. "Not video games, by the way!" he added with a wink. As he headed for the stairs to go back up, he passed one more door. He looked at it with disgust and added, "Oh, and that's where I keep the trash!"
There was a strange tone to Benny's voice and Josh thought he heard movement inside, but as he listened again there was nothing so he simply followed Benny up. They headed back into the 'private lounge' and sat down, a pot of coffee had been left by Roger. Benny poured some for Josh and handed it to him before pouring one for himself and sitting opposite him.
"So, do you like my house?" he asked with a grin.
Josh's mind was racing, he had so many questions, but where to start. "So where is everyone?" he started with a simple question. Aside from Roger, he had seen nobody else, none of these 'boys' Benny referred to.
"All of the guys who live here work or go to school or college, so during the day it's pretty much empty." Benny explained. "Except for Roger. I have him stay here at all times."
"And Roger, he's one of your 'boys', is he?" Josh asked, following the previous comments rather than jumping straight into the hundred other things he wanted to know.
"Yeah, sort of. There's... a hierarchy here. You've got the 'boys', they're the subs, bottom of the ladder. Above that you've got... I'm not sure what I'd call them, maybe my Generals." Benny explained with a grin. "They're in charge of the boys, I give them commands to carry out, by how they do it is up to them. I don't micro-manage."
Josh was amazed. Could this really be the same boy he had known just a few years ago. He sounded more like a manager of some business, describing what were essentially his slaves like they were just employees.
"Roger's one of my Generals too, but he has seniority over the others. That's why I keep him here. When I'm not around, he's in charge. All the Generals answer to me though, I like to have them sub for me every now and then, just to keep them in line." Benny continued.
Josh's mind raced. He couldn't imagine the mountainous man that had greeted them 'subbing' for anyone, especially not this skinny little dictator.
"And then I'm top of the ladder." Benny finished, shrugging it off like it was nothing.
Open-mouthed, Josh stared. When he found out Benny was still doing this sort of thing, he had expected the occasional dalliance with some poor guy under his control. Instead, the boy had built his own little empire.
"How can you afford this place? Did someone give it to you?" Josh asked, looking round.
"I just saved up. I'm not proud of this part, but I did... sort of... blackmail a few people into giving me money regularly." Benny confessed, looking genuinely remorseful of his actions. "But, once I got a regular income, I actually tracked them down and gave it back." He added, looking a little less guilty.
"Regular income?" Josh enquired.
"Yeah, all the live-in guys, their wages get paid directly into my account."
Josh's face contorted into disappointment again. "So you're still blackmailing them?"
"No." Benny defended himself, sitting forward in his seat and smiling. "It's done willingly. Nobody gives me a penny until they're happy to do so of their own accord, and only the ones who work, obviously." Josh's puzzled look prompted him to explain further. "Look, a couple of them do kinda get strong-armed into coming here, but most seek me out intentionally. Regardless of how they end up here, they're only coerced for what we call 'induction month'. It's like a trial run. We test their limits, let them try things, figure out what they like and then customise their life here to fit both their needs and mine. If by the end of the month they want to leave, they can, or if I don't think they're a good fit, I ask them to leave. If they want to stay, they stay and their money comes to me! I'm not in it for profit, by the way, any money that doesn't go on food or power goes towards fixing up the house or buying new equipment for the boys. The house was a right state when I got it."
Benny smirked at Josh's face as he continued to stare in disbelief. He could understand why. He struggled to believe it himself at times.
"Wait, what about the ones that don't work? And how do you 'make' them come here?" Josh asked, both questions playing on his mind as he listened to the boy's explanation.
"Well the unemployed ones get slightly rougher treatment. I put them in chastity. They have to come back here once a week when they get some edging, just to keep them really gagging for it. Once they get a job, they get to go through induction month to see if they want to stay. If not, they're free to go like anyone else. As for how we make the boys come here...." Benny looked ashamed again.
It was becoming clear to Josh that Benny had planned all of this so carefully, and by the sounds of it he really didn't want to hurt anyone, but there were clearly areas of it he wasn't comfortable with himself. "Yes?" he prompted Benny to go on.
"I work with a couple of younger guys. Sometimes they go online to find guys. Sometimes they go out and hook up in cruising areas. Once they've got a guy, they video it and then use it as.... leverage." Benny explained.
"How much younger are these guys, Benny?" Josh asked, concerned.
"One's thirteen, the other's fourteen." Benny hung his head, waiting for Josh's reaction.
The young man jumped to his feet. "You're using kids as bait?"
"No, well yes, but... it's not how it sounds." Benny stuttered, leaning back in his seat defensively. "They came to me, willingly. They want to do what they're doing because they enjoy it, and I make sure they're safe. They never go out alone, there's always one of the other guys close by in case anything happens."
"That doesn't make it okay." Josh snapped.
"It's no less than what I did at that age!" Benny argued. "I WAS their age when I started doing that. How do you think I started this? I was going out myself."
Josh sat back down. "You... you did?" he asked, slightly shocked. He had imagined that Benny had stopped all sexual activity after their incident. Maybe he was being quite small-minded about it, but he just hadn't considered the possibility of Benny continuing without him.
"Yeah, I know I had the anger issues to deal with, and I did deal with it," he assured Josh, "But the desires never went away. I love being the master and I needed it to continue."
Josh could understand that. His lingering desires to have a master obviously still played on his mind.
As if reading Josh's thoughts, or perhaps it was obvious from his face, Benny asked, "Do you... still do that stuff?"
Josh shook his head.
"But... you want to?"
A pause. Silence. Staring. Josh nodded.
"Anyone here?" Nick called out as he let himself into the apartment.
"In the bedroom!" A voice called back. It was Dale.
Nick walked down the hallway to the main bedroom and stood at the doorway, leaning on the frame as he looked at the man on the bed. "Hey." he said casually.
"Hey bud." Dale replied. He was laying on the bed, reading on his tablet, put he turned it off and set it aside, smiling at the young man.
Nick stared back for a moment, not moving until Dale patted the bed beside him. He leapt across the room and onto the bed, coming to a stop beside Dale. He stared at the ceiling, turned to look at Dale then moved sideways, lifting the man's arm and pulling it around himself as he lay his head on his large chest.
Nick sighed as Dale gently rubbed his back. Something was clearly bothering the boy, but he had long since learned that when questioned directly, Nick tended not to respond. He settled instead for just holding him. He found himself considering their relationship. He was so like Josh in many ways, but his absolute opposite in others. He loved Nick, but not the same way he did Josh. He was like a 'brother with benefits' as he had often termed it to Nick, who happily agreed.
"Where's Josh tonight?" Nick asked, his hand casually stroking Dale's stomach.
"Ah, yeah." Dale said, immediately indicating to Nick that it was a touchy subject. The boy sat up and looked Dale in the eye. The young man sat up too and said quietly, "He's... gone to see Benny."
Nick looked confused, sure for a second that he may have misheard or misunderstood. Dale's expression confirmed he hadn't. "What, Benny, as in.... WHAT?" Dale just nodded, eyebrows raised. "On his own?"
"Yup." Dale replied, his concerned look matching Nick's.
"But... why? How could you let him?" Nick demanded.
"I didn't LET him. I'm his boyfriend, not his keeper!" Dale snapped back with misdirected anger. He paused for a moment, then reached out and stroked Nick's arm. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I'm just... worried!"
Nick reached round to place his hand on top of Dale's. "Yeah, I can see why. So, why now?"
"Benny's parents came round to see him. Had you heard about him disappearing?" Dale asked. Nick nodded. "Well they thought he might speak to Josh, because they were so close!"
"That musta been tough for him. And he'd been doing so well." Nick sympathised.
Dale's face dropped as he shook his head. "Turns out he really wasn't doing so well." Nick squinted his confusion. "He'd just been putting on a brave face, this entire time. It was eating away at him so he just decided he had to go and face him. All this time he was struggling and I didn't even notice." Dale punched the bed with a clenched fist. "Fuck, how could I not see, I've gotta be the worst boyfriend ever!"
"I can think of worse!" Nick muttered.
"What?" Dale asked, curiously.
"Nothing. So he's with him now?" Nick asked.
Dale nodded slightly. "Yeah, went to see him when he got out of school. I told him to call me as soon as they were done, just so I'd know he's okay." Trying to avoid letting their thoughts linger, he asked, "No Warren tonight?"
Nick shook his head. "He had plans with his friends. I'll be seeing him tomorrow."
"Well his loss is my gain!" Dale said happily, grabbing Nick in a hug and flopping back down into a laying position, pulling the boy with him. "You get to keep me company instead."
"I can do more than keep you company if you want!" Nick sniggered, rubbing the man's crotch. It swelled a little in response.
"Well you've woken it up now, so I suppose I don't have any choice!" Dale laughed back. He pulled the boy close and their lips met, followed by their tongues.
Nick jumped on top of Dale, straddling his hips. He ran his fingers up his torso, feeling the firm warmth of his skin through his shirt. "Hey Dale, you any good sewing?" he asked with a cheeky smile.
"I don't know, why?" Dale asked, confused at the unexpected question.
Nick grabbed the front of the short and ripped it open, buttons flying off in various directions. "That's why!" he sniggered before diving down to take a nipple between his lips.
Dale laughed at the boy's treatment of his clothing before gasping at the enjoyment of his lips. He pulled Nick's shirt off over his head and threw it aside, hands exploring his smooth skin from waist to neck. They continued touching, caressing, licking and kissing for several minutes, each of them feeling every inch of the other before either of them reached for a waistband.
Nick was first, undoing Dale's jeans and planting a kiss on the skin exposed as he pulled the waistband of his underwear down a little. Dale raised his hips to allow Nick to remove his clothing, smiling as the boy crawled his way up his legs, kissing as he went until his lips touched his balls. Dale moaned as he felt the boy's tongue lapping at his scrotum before slowly, teasingly working up the shaft, culminating a long slow lick of the flared head.
"Oh fuck." Dale moaned as Nick worked on his cock, his fingers grasping at the boy's hair.
Nick jumped to his feet and pulled down his jeans and underwear, staring down into Dale's expectant eyes. His cock sprang free, already shiny with precum. He knelt back down, straddling Dale's chest this time, then fed his cock into the man's willing mouth. Taking a handful of his dark curly hair with one hand and steadying himself on the headboard with the other, he started fucking his face, thrusting forward in time with pulling Dale's head onto himself. He pulled off when he felt himself getting close, not wanting to finish too soon. He squeezed his cock and a long string of precum dribbled down into Dale's mouth.
"You horny little fucker!" Dale said, licking his lips with a grin.
Nick slid down the man's hairy torso until he felt his stiffness poking into his rear. He lined up his crack with it and started riding it, clenching and releasing his glutes as the erection slid back and forth the length of his crack. As Dale gasped with pleasure, Nick reached down and pinched both nipples tightly, timed to coincide with a squeeze of his ass on the man's meat. The mix of pleasure and pain made him yell out excitedly.
Still close to orgasm and sensing that Dale was getting there too, he reached down and guided the rigid tool into his hole, sitting down on it until his balls came to rest on Dale's stomach. He positioned himself to ensure that the cock inside him provided as much stimulation as possible. He wanted dale to fuck an orgasm out of him. Finally at the perfect angle, he looked Dale in the eye and just said, "Go!"
Dale knew what to do. He started bucking his hips up and down, using the bounce of the mattress to enhance his thrusts. Nick gasped, wide-eyed and open mouthed as the fucking began, his expression of pure euphoria only serving to arouse Dale more. In absolutely perfect synchronisation, Nick felt orgasms both inside and out, Dale filling his rear while his untouched cock bounced excitedly and covered both their bodies with his sticky load.
Nick tried to kneel up to let Dale slide out of him, but even moving sent intense waves of over-sensitive excitement through his rear. He let Dale soften inside him as he flopped forward, his cum feeling warm and wet between their bodies as he lay on top of the exhausted man.
Breathing heavily and enjoying the feel of Dale's hairy chest beneath his cheek, Nick said flatly, "I'm cheating on Warren!"
"Take off your clothes!" Benny ordered.
Josh was frozen. He had been here before. Not in that house, that was beyond anything he could imagine, but the situation was painfully similar. He had heard those words from Benny in so many wank fantasies over the last two years, but then there had been actual nightmares that started with them too.
Benny could sense his trepidation. He didn't want to push it too far and risk losing Josh when he had only just started down the path to reconnecting with him. Benny stood up and sat down next to him. He placed a hand on his knee, smiled up at him and said quietly, "If you're not sure, we won't do this. I'd rather have a friend than another boy."
Josh looked down at him. His deep green eyes had haunted him since the incident, but now as he looked at them all he could see was kindness. "I want to. I've thought about it a lot. But maybe... not just yet!"
Benny smiled sweetly. "Whenever you're ready, you know where I am!" He hugged Josh quickly then returned to his previous seat. "Speaking of knowing where I am, what are you going to tell my parents?"
"How did you know..." Josh started.
"I figured they'd come to you eventually." Benny said, knowingly. "How are they doing?"
"How d'you think? They're worried!" Josh replied honestly. "Why don't you just tell them where you are?"
Benny laughed. "Oh yeah, and how would that go? Mum, Dad, welcome to my brothel. Would you like one of the naked men to prepare you a drink?"
Josh laughed but knew he probably shouldn't. "Fair point. But... maybe you could try calling, or visiting them, just so they can see you're okay. Trust me, I know what it's like to lose you, and it sucks!"
Benny felt a sudden pang of guilt, not just over Josh again, but for his parents now. He had been so keen to move into the house full time that he'd actually given them very little consideration. "I'll call them." he said quietly.
"Good. I'll tell them you're okay, but I won't mention this place. Now, I should be going. Dale's gonna think you've kidnapped me!" Josh joked.
"Don't tempt me!" Benny laughed in reply, but stopped laughing as he saw the nervous expression on Josh's face. "Sorry, I guess we're not quite there yet."
Josh smiled politely. "Just give it time!" he reassured the boy.
Benny showed him to the door. "Josh... thanks... for everything." he said as the man headed for his car.
"No problem. Hey, why don't you text me some time. We can... talk some more!" Josh said, slightly wary of the idea. The boy nodded his agreement so Josh smiled back before driving away.
Benny walked back into the house. As he headed for his private lounge, he called out to Roger, who had been lurking near the kitchen. "Bring the thing to me!" His words were virtually spat out, almost venomous.
He entered the room and waited a few minutes until Roger entered, dragging with him a young man, head concealed by a leather hood, eyes staring out in a mix of confusion and fear. Aside from the hood, he was naked, hands cuffed behind his back and cock locked in a chastity device.
"Wait outside." Benny dismissed Roger, who simply nodded and left, leaving the scared young man standing in the middle of the room. "Ugh, look at you, you're disgusting!" The master sneered.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." the young man mumbled weakly.
"Guess who was just here, boy!" Benny snapped angrily.
"Erm, erm... I don't know, Sir." he stuttered.
Benny's eyes flared with rage. Reaching down the side of his chair, he picked up a large wooden paddle, marched behind the boy and slapped his bare rear with it. He whimpered but didn't yell out. He had long since learnt that making noise only made him get more.
"I said GUESS!" Benny screamed in his ear.
The boy shuddered at the yell and started to cry, desperately trying to stop himself but failing miserably. "I don't know Sir, I'm sorry!" he sobbed.
Benny gave him to more smacks with the paddle. "You're absolutely fucking useless." he said, throwing the paddle aside and walking round to look him in the eye. "It was Josh. Josh was here, in this house!"
The young man stopped crying and just stared at Benny, a slight glimmer of hope twinkling in his eye for just a moment.
"ROGER!" Benny yelled, smirking at the boy's expression. "Take him away!"