The Dangers of Desire

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The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 7

by Matt

The last few days had been torturous for Warren. Greg had returned to his normal self on Wednesday morning after his problems at home had been revealed, not even wanting to talk about it. Warren had begged him to let Sam in on it too, but Greg had refused.

When Wednesday night rolled round,Warren started getting the messages from Greg again. It was nothing obvious, he never stated that his parents were arguing or that he was upset, but Warren could tell he was seeking company and distraction.

Thursday morning yielded fairly similar results as Wednesday, Warren pleading with Greg to talk to Sam, assuring him of their friend's support and understanding, but again was met with Greg's refusal. Thursday evening though, the truth finally came out. They had been getting ready to part ways after hanging out in the park after school, and Sam could sense Greg's reluctance to return home. A short period of persistent questioning from Sam led to Greg finally talking about it. Warren even managed to convince Greg to let him tell Nick.

Warren found a massive degree of relief in having the problem shared with a third and fourth person, especially as it meant he could stop keeping secrets from Sam. He had felt guilty for the last few days for keeping something so big from him.

Friday morning finally came and Greg walked into the school quad looking happier than his friends had ever seen him. He was carrying a bag of his things for the sleepover. Sam had suggested that they would fit in a lot more activities if they all got together straight after school. Secretly, though, the intention had been to prevent Greg from having to go home, but they never mentioned that part to him.

"Morning guys." He said excitedly. He hugged Warren and Sam, then held his arms out to Tim who just glared at him angrily and stepped back, arms folded. His reaction got a hearty laugh from the other two.

"Looking forward to tonight?" Sam asked. His teasing from earlier in the week had now completely vanished, asking now simply to try and cheer up his friend after what had probably been another tough night.

"Totally!" Greg replied with a grin.

"I know you planned this for when I wouldn't be here on purpose." Tim said angrily.

"Aww, don't pout Timmy. It was just coincidence. It's a good thing really though, I don't think you'd enjoy what we have planned!" Sam replied teasingly. He winked at Warren who followed his cue.

"Yeah, that's right. We're just gonna spend all night talking about cute boys and exchanging blow jobs. I mean, we can arrange it for another night if you like..." Warren offered the annoyed-looking boy.

Tim looked mortified at the suggestion, looking round nervously at who may have been listening. He just looked from Warren, to Sam and then to Greg and snapped. "Fuck off... you fags!"

Silence fell across the group as the three boys stared at him.

"Hey!" Sam said, furiously. "We may have taken that a little bit far, but it's no excuse for saying that!"

Tim looked torn. He could see he had crossed a line, but at the same time he wondered if he had made the right call. Every day other boys were calling them names and he was starting to become the target by association. This was it. Cut the ties and save his own reputation, or apologise and keep his friends at the risk of being targeted with them.

"Just... fuck off!" Tim snapped, then turned and started walking away.

The three boys just stood and stared.

"Well that sucked." Warren said, shocked.

"If that's what he thinks.... then fuck him too!" Greg repliedangrily.

Josh's day was going exceedingly slowly. It wasn't even lunchtime yet and it already felt like he had been there for days. When he felt his phone vibrate, he didn't care who it was, he was just glad to have anything to break up the monotony.

It was from James. [Hey, you okay? Going to the gym today? I really need a shower! ;-)]

Josh smiled briefly before scrolling back up through James' previous messages. Since Tuesday night, the horny man had been pestering him almost constantly about getting together again. He kept considering what Dale had said, about James fixating on one person. He had put off his advances for now, but the desire remained. James' cock quite often lingered fairly centrally in his mind, tempting and teasing him. He wanted it again, that was for sure, but would hooking up with the young man help him get over his infatuation quicker, or just make it worse?

[Not sure yet] Josh replied, undecided on how to proceed.

[Bet I can help make up your mind. Wait a moment] James replied.

Josh stared at his phone, waiting to see what was coming. Five minutes later a picture message popped up. It was James, completely naked and laying on his desk, cock fully engorged and laying across his stomach. Josh's hardness soon matched the cock in the picture. Considering James had been hesitant about even getting his cock out at work on Monday, for him to now have gone as far as risking full nudity in his workplace conveyed exactly how horny he was.

[Holy fucking bollocky shit! That is without a doubt the hottest picture I have ever been sent!] Josh replied quickly, groping his own bulge as discretely as he could.

[Whadda you say then? Gym? ;-)]

[See you at six!] Josh replied, his extreme arousal pushing all other thoughts and doubts out of his head.

Tim avoided his three (former) friends for the rest of the day, sitting as far as possible from them in any shared classes, not even making eye contact. When the final bell of the day rang, he virtually ran out of class and was gone before any of the others could even see him. As the other three chatted throughout the day, their anger over his reaction had changed into pity and remorse. It was decided between them to just leave him for now. Reconciliation could wait until next week. For now, the weekend was here and that meant it was party time.

Greg was virtually bouncing with excitement as the three of them walked to Warren's house. Warren and Sam found his enthusiasm both sweet and amusing. They knew part of it was his desire to get away from his parents' arguing, but there was something much more sincere behind it too. Since they had welcomed him into their inner circle, the boy had blossomed. His initial embarrassment and reluctance to show his affection physically had faded quickly. Now he was as quick to hug or hold hands as the other two. More importantly though, he just seemed so much happier, seeming to genuinely love having such close friends.

Warren looked at a message on his phone then slipped it back into his pocket and said to Sam, "Nick shouldn't be too long. He just got out of college and he said he'll come straight here. He seems almost as excited about tonight as Greg." They both laughed.

"Well think about what happened the last time had a sleepover with us!" Sam said with a wink. Warren caught on to the trick.

"What happened last time?" Greg asked. Warren faked an embarrassed face. "Ooh, what was it? What was it?" Greg said, grinning at Warren's reaction.

"Nothing!" Warren insisted.

"Sam?" Greg asked, seeing he would get nothing out of Warren.

Warren gave Sam a pleading look. "Hey, if I don't tell him, you know Nick will!" Sam replied with a grin. Warren nodded dejectedly. "We made Warren cum, without even touching him!"

"Shhhh!" Warren hissed. "The whole street doesn't need to hear!"

Greg just stared, picturing what had happened, unaware that he was just being teased.

"Why not? They heard when it happened!" Sam laughed. "You should have heard him, total screaming orgasm!"

Warren lunged at Sam, still playing along and knocked him to the ground. "I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted through Sam's laughter. The two rolled around, wrestling for superiority but coming out fairly equally.

Greg just stood with his arms folded, looking at the two boys on the ground. "Hey, if you two are gonna do that, at least wait until you can take your clothes off and apply plenty of baby oil!"

Warren and Sam both stared at Greg, then burst into laughter. His overtly sexual suggestion shocked them in the best possible way. They were still getting used to him being open about his desires, so hearing his comments offered so freely really caught them by surprise. They climbed up onto their feet and with a couple of slaps on his back (and one on his bum) they all resumed walking.

"That a bit of a fantasy then is it, Greggy? A bit of naked oil wrestling?" Sam teased. He was expecting to embarrass his friend again.

"Hell yeah!" Greg replied eagerly, continuing to surprise the other two.

"What else do you think about then, ya know, when you wank?" Warren asked, wondering how much the boy would be willing to share.

"Hey, I already shared one. It's your turn!" Greg replied, turning the question around.

Warren thought for a moment then blushed.

"Ooh, it's a good one, isn't it?" Greg giggled.

"Bet I can guess." Sam said happily, prompting the other two to look at him. "McKenzie sandwich?"

"What the fuck's that?" Greg asked, thinking it was some kind of bizarre sex act he had never heard of.

"It's just sex with all three of the McKenzies – Josh, Nick and Corey, all at the same time." Warren explained, doing his best not to let his embarrassment show.

"Whoa." Greg said with a broad smile. "Yeah, that'd be pretty hot!"

"Okay, your turn!" Warren said, looking at Sam.

Sam, cool as ever, simply replied. "Having an audience."

"Like.... how many?" Greg asked, immediately turned on by the thought.

"The more the better." Sam explained. "I was watching this guy online and by the end he had like a thousand people watching him. So. Fucking. Hot!"

"So would you want guys or girls watching?" Greg continued to question.

"Either really. Guys are better though, it's easier to see when they're turned on than girls!" Sam continued.

Greg looked a little confused.

"Straightie here really gets off on seeing guys get turned on, especially if he's the one causing it!" Warren teased, explaining his friend's particular fetish. Greg looked at him, eyes wide with delight. Sam simply shrugged and grinned, completely unfazed by the sharing of his desires.

"Back to you then." Sam directed at Greg.

The boy's previous delight gave way to more blushes."Doctors." he muttered, almost inaudibly, eyes dropping to the ground.

Sam ran up behind him, squeezed his bum to make him jump and the said, "We're gonna need more details. A LOT more!"

Greg jumped away from Sam's teasing hand then turned to face them, pacing backwards so they could keep walking, then explained excitedly. "Well I saw this video, on the internet... some guy had to strip down to his underwear for a physical and the doctor started examining him, then he had to take the underwear off too and... things happened."

Warren and Sam grinned at each other. "So, in this scenario, do you imagine you're the doctor... or the patient?"

Greg dropped back into line with the other boys, returning his gaze to the path moving beneath them. "The patient." he mumbled.

Neither Sam or Warren spoke, but they quickly exchanged knowing glances. Warren pulled out his phone and dialled. "Who are you..." Greg started, but Warren held up a hand to silence him as the phone rang.

"Hey babe. Yeah, I got your message." Warren said. Greg figured it was Nick. "How do you fancy playing Doctor tonight?"

Greg stopped dead in his tracks, his face horrified at the sudden involvement of the older boy.

"I'll explain later. See you soon. Love you!" Warren said, hanging up the phone. "All sorted! Come on, you've got an appointment to get to!" He added, putting an arm around Greg's shoulder and prompting him to continue walking.

"I fucking hate you guys!" Greg said, his face bright red, his cock swollen.

The gym was busier than usual, most of the regulars attending earlier than usual, intending to get done before their planned Friday night activities. Dale had decided to tag along on Josh's workout as he had started doing once a week. Josh's usual routine was a little more rigorous than Dale's so he was using it as a stepping stone to take his own regime to the next level. Today though, he found himself barely needing to put in any effort as he kept pace with Josh.

"Am I getting better at this, or are you slacking?" Dale asked, pulling an earphone out as he turned to face Josh, who he found staring at the reflection of the entrance in the mirror. He got no response. "Well that answers my question!" He slowed the treadmill to a quick walk.

"Huh? What?" Josh asked, realising he had just been spoken to but having not heard a word. He slowed his treadmill to match Dale's.

"You're clearly not into this today, why did you even come?" he asked, frustrated at Josh's lack of motivation. Just then, James appeared at the entrance. "Oh, I see. You're here for a different kind of workout!"

Josh blushed, totally busted. He stuttered in an attempt to make an excuse, but none came.

Dale sniggered and shook his head. "It's fine. I'm just amazed you've even got the energy after this morning!"

Josh grinned back at his boyfriend. Dale had surprised him in the shower and the two had fucked each other pretty vigorously before getting out. Then again after breakfast, Dale had sucked him off before heading to work. Josh shrugged and just said, "Hey, you said it was just a temporary interest. I should probably get as much of that cock as I can while he's still interested, right?"

Dale shook his head, smirking. "Just go and do it. I'll be with Ryan when you're done!" He stopped the treadmill and started walking away, just as James approached. "Have fun!" He winked, making James blush as he realised the man knew exactly what he was up to.

"Hey." James said as Josh stopped and turned to face him.

"Hey yourself," Josh grinned back. "Let's go!"

"What, you don't wanna work out first?" James asked, expecting to be teased around the gym again before going for his 'shower'.

"There's only one weight I need to be lifting," Josh replied, nodding to James' crotch. "So hurry up and get it out!"

The two quickly, and totally indiscreetly, dashed across the gym to the changing rooms. Josh was quickest getting naked, throwing his gym clothes into his locker and running to the showers. James took a little longer, but not much. He wondered which cubicle Josh might be in, but found him easily... he was stood, water flowing down him, erection in hand in one of the cubicles, door wide open. James' temporarily-towel-covered bulge grew a little more at the sight of Josh's brazenness.

James ran in, slammed the door behind him, hung his towel and turned the lock. "What do you want me to do?" He asked, his cock slowly expanding before him.

Josh looked at him, almost disappointed. "What do you want to do to me?" He asked, hopefully.

James shrugged, a hand casually caressing his own cock. "I... I don't know. I guess I'd... like to suck you." He looked suddenly nervous, as if he was wrong for making the suggestion.

Josh's jaw clenched. What he wanted was for James to ravage him, to turn him around and fuck him senseless, to press him up against that wall and just go to town. The man's timid suggestion almost made him flaccid.

"Well go on then!" He said, his disappointment barely concealed.

James looked at him nervously, hesitated, but then dropped to his knees. He took Josh's semi-hardness into his mouth and began sucking and licking, his hands caressing Josh's balls and butt. The young man's body responded rapidly, cock re-stiffening, waves of pleasure rippling through him from the warm wetness of James' mouth, but his mind was elsewhere. He barely noticed when James stopped.

"Your turn." The wet, freckled man grinned as he stood, waving his giant cock excitedly.

Josh leant down and went to work on the engorged meat, doing the best he could to deep throat it. He liked having his lips around it again, but it still felt like something was missing. James was cooing with pleasure at the oral stimulation, but remained motionless, not even making the slightest effort to force his tool further into Josh's mouth, happy to just let him work at his own pace.

"Can I fuck you?" James asked, quietly as his pleasure started hinting at conclusion.

Josh sighed quietly at the request. There was no doubt in his mind. He had wanted James to just turn him round and fuck him, even a comment of 'I'm going to fuck you now!' would have been better than the polite request he had received. He stood and turned, pushing out his rear ready for James.

The polite young man lubed quickly with some shower gel and began pushing in, most of the way again, but not completely. Josh grunted with pleasure as he felt the arousing fullness, but his happy noises fell silent as James' thrusts started, gentle and regular. This was worse than Dale's fuck that morning. That had been sweet and sensuous at first, but at least took a more vigorous turn at the end. James was just... pleasant!

Lost in a haze of disappointment and unquenched desire, Josh barely even responded when he felt James' huge dick spasm inside him and fill him with his seed. James pulled out and leant onto his back before reaching round to take his cock in hand. A couple of minutes stroking and Josh found himself shooting onto the tiled floor, the jizz quickly washing away in the flowing water of the shower.

"That was great!" James said excitedly as Josh turned to face him.

Josh just smiled politely.

"I should go. I did actually want a proper workout tonight." James said, reaching for his towel.

'So did I!' Josh thought frustratedly as James wrapped the towel around himself. "Hey, could you tell Dale I had to go and do something." Josh requested.

"Sure." James replied before opening the door. Josh pushed past him and dressed quickly in silence, running out of the changing room without even saying a word to James.

Warren, Greg and Sam were sat together in the lounge when Nick arrived. He was long past the point of having to knock before entering the Spencer house, so he just let himself in. His first stop was to the kitchen, where Warren's parents were sat at the small table, looking at holiday destinations online. He greeted them warmly, getting similarly cheerful responses from his second set of parents before he went in to see the others.

"Hey guys." He said happily, walking up behind the sofa they were all sat on.

"Hey sexy!" Warren said happily, pausing the video game they were playing and leaning backwards to look up at Nick. The older boy leant down and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Sam leaned back and teased, "What, no kiss for me?"

Nick laughed then grabbed the boy's head and kissed the top of it before nudging him away. Finally he turned his gaze to Greg. The younger boy blushed, remembering the brief conversation Warren and Nick had had earlier about playing Doctors. Nick stifled a grin as he beheld the boy's embarrassment. He would have loved to tease him about it, but he had other things on his mind. Aside from the boy's difficult situation at home, Nick had something else running through his head.

"Hey Greg." He said with a sympathetic smile. "Can we go and have a chat?"

Sam grinned. "Oh, a little pre-examination, is it?" He got a swift elbow to his ribs and a stern look from Warren, whose expression told him it was clearly nothing of the sort.

Greg seemed both worried and confused. His thoughts and expectations of the evening were already a mess. Adding to that the 'doctors' issue and Sam's quickly-intercepted teasing just messed with his head more. "Sure." he said quietly, standing up and heading round the sofa to Nick. The older boy put an arm around his shoulder and the two headed out, Warren and Sam's eyes following them.

They headed out of the house, casually walking nowhere in particular. "So what's up?" Greg asked nervously almost as soon as they were outside.

"Nothing." Nick replied. "I just wanted to talk about a few things."

Greg's nervousness only increased, wondering if Nick was about to start questioning him about his fantasy that Warren had so ungraciously shared.

"How are things with your parents?" Nick asked bluntly.

It was not what Greg had been expecting. He knew Warren had mentioned it to the older boy, but he thought that had mainly been to avoid any awkwardness throughout their evening together, he had not expected the 17-year-old to question him on it. "Oh, it's... it's okay."

Still with an arm draped around the boy's shoulder, Nick just squeezed it gently and raised his eyebrows when Greg looked at him.

"It sucks!" Greg added, more annoyed than upset. "They keep either using me as a weapon, or treat like I'm in the way. They'll sit in the same room, but insist on talking through me. Mum'll just be, like, 'Tell your Father he needs to get a job' and then Dad'll get pissed and tell me to say something back. If I refuse or try to walk away, they both just turn on me instead." He was starting to get a little teary, so Nick gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"Look, any time you need to get away, or if you ever feel like you're not safe, you know you'd be welcome at Warren's house. Same goes for mine and you've got my number too. I know you probably just see me as 'Warren's boyfriend', but... I care about you and I really hate the thought of what you're going through."

Greg looked thoughtful for a moment, as if debating whether or not to do something, then just smiled and said. "Thanks, that... really means a lot." He paused again. "And you're not just Warren's boyfriend to me, we're friends."

"Thanks." Nick grinned. "Which is good, because as your friend, I wanna talk to you about something else..."

"What have I done?" Greg asked timidly.

Nick sniggered. "Nothing. Relax. This is about something else you told Warren, about you... liking boys."

"Oh." Greg replied flatly. He figured Nick knew this too, but again had not expected it to be brought up so freely. His mind raced through what issues Nick could have with it. He couldn't have an issue with homosexuality, for obvious reasons! Perhaps he was worried about another gay boy hanging round with his boyfriend. Had Warren told him about how they had fooled around together on the bus? Did Nick think he liked Warren? Was he worried that he was going to make a move on his boyfriend? He took a shot. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hit on Warren."

Nick laughed once again at the boy's reaction. He had no idea where the random proclamation had come from but it didn't really matter. "Don't be daft. That's not an issue. I just wanted to see how you're doing with it. Look, Warren's always just accepted that he's that way, and I never really struggled with it, but I know we're the lucky ones. Not everyone sees things that clearly and I know it can be tough if you've had doubts."

Greg's heart felt like it was melting. The surge of affection he had felt for Nick just a few moments before had been incredible, knowing that the older boy was there to support him with his problems. Now though, it was like Nick had flipped through his thoughts, picked out the biggest concerns and was now determined to resolve each of them for him.

The boy smiled again. "It's been great having Warren there for me. Sam too. They've just made it really easy for me. My biggest concern was coming out. I know I've still got a lot of people to tell, but having those guys there for me... it makes it so much easier." Greg explained.

"That's awesome." Nick said happily. "I was pretty worried about you with everything you had going on. That kinda stress.... I've seen people make themselves ill worrying about it."

'He was worried about me?' Greg thought happily. "Nah, I'll be fine. Never felt better!"

"Good," Nick said with a suddenly mischievous grin. "I'd hate to see you end up at.... the doctors!"

It was the question Greg had been dreading. Hearing it aloud now made him want to just crawl into a hole and die. "I hate Warren sometimes." he said unhappily.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." Nick chuckled. "Although now that we mention it, there was one more little concern I had." Greg looked at him, still bright red. "Warren's pretty carefree when it comes to... ya know, sex stuff, and Sam... well fuck knows what's going on in his head half the time, so they can both get a bit carried away with that sort of thing. I've heard them talking tonight and they might want things to get... physical!"

"Yeah, I kinda got that impression too." Greg said, nodding.

"Well if you're only just coming to terms with liking guys, then I'm guessing you haven't actually... done much with them?"

Without looking up, Greg just shook his head silently.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to embarrass you here. I just don't wanna see you ending up doing things that you're not ready for, just because your friends are doing it." Nick explained reassuringly.

Greg was overwhelmed. Nick's concern had been touching so far, but hearing the genuine compassion in his voice, the gentle touch of his hand on the boy's shoulder, it was too much. He stopped walking, span round and wrapped his arms around Nick. The older boy silently hugged him back.

As quickly as he had hugged Nick, Greg let go just as suddenly. "Thank you." he said timidly. "Look, I... nobody's ever... looked out for me like this. I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything." Nick said, nudging him gently and grinning. "C'mon, we should head back." They turned and resumed their walking. "So... do you think you're... ready, for... stuff?"

"I..." Greg started, not quite sure how to reply. "I don't really know what I want to do. Sam's teased me about it and honestly, I'm fucking terrified, but at the same time... I can't stop thinking about it. And when I think about it...." He stopped, turning red.

"It's okay, I get it." Nick giggled, saving the boy from saying any more. "Whatever happens, happens. But just for my own peace of mind, I'll be keeping an eye on you. Maybe we can have some kind of signal. I'll wink at you. If you wanna carry on, you nod, if you wanna stop, shake your head and we'll stop it right away, no questions, I'll even make it look like my idea so the others will never know it was you. How does that sound?"

Greg nodded happily. "Perfect!" Having Nick there and knowing he had his back, Greg already felt some of his nerves about the evening disappearing. He had always liked Warren's boyfriend, but seeing the older boy acting so mature, protective even, he found himself looking at him differently. "Warren's so lucky. You're, like, the perfect boyfriend." He said, doing his best to express his fondness for the young man, without sounding like he was hitting on him.

Nick smiled back, graciously accepting the compliment, but couldn't help thinking, 'Perfect boyfriends don't cheat.' Nick did his best to out those thoughts out of his head. Tonight was gonna be fun for all of them, those concerns could be put aside for one night. "So what time's your appointment?" Nick joked, winking. Greg lunged at him but he ran off, the younger boy chasing after him angrily.

Josh sat in his car, eyes fixed on the intercom just outside the window. He had been sat there for several minutes, debating whether or not to press the button. He had so many reasons not to. He knew how Dale felt about it, Nick and Corey too. He could almost hear them sat in the back seat, shouting at him to turn around and drive away. Then there were his wrists, the scars around them, he could almost feel them throbbing. The collar of his t-shirt felt tight around his neck. He kept tugging at it, the material stretching easily, but it still felt like it was closing around his throat.

Despite all of that, despite his own common sense, despite every rational argument he could think of, he remained right on the edge of doing it. Closing his eyes, he reached out and buzzed, just for a second.

A few moments later, a deep voice came on. "Who is it?"

Josh tried to speak, but his mouth was dry and only a croak emerged. He coughed and then said as firmly as his shaking voice would let him, "It's Josh." He heard the intercom click off and then.... nothing. He wondered if that meant he had been refused entry. He almost took it as a sign to leave, but seconds later, the gate began to open.

He could feel his heart pounding, his breaths were ragged. The gate finally stopped moving leaving the path ahead open. He drove in slowly along the gravel driveway and right up to the front of the house. Again he sat for a minute, staring up at the door. He hoped someone would emerge and tell him what to do. Whether it was to go home or go inside didn't matter, he just couldn't make himself do anything.

When nothing happened, he found himself getting out, the rational part of his mind still yelling to stop, protestations filling his head with every step he took towards the door. He knocked.

It opened and Roger appeared, staring silently.

"I need to see him!" Josh croaked. The sentence couldn't have been more accurate. He was there to see Benny, but he truly did need it. Every fibre of his being was crying out for the boy. The fact that he knew it shouldn't only making him desire it more. He jumped suddenly as he heard a yell from the direction of Benny's private lounge. Whether it was a yell of pleasure or pain, he didn't know but it sent a quiver through his entire body, his cock growing slightly.

Roger indicated for Josh to step inside, closed the door and then snapped, "Wait here!" He quickly walked to the door of the private lounge and knocked.

"I'M BUSY!" Benny shouted from inside, quickly followed by another yell from someone else.

"Sir, you have... a visitor!" Roger said insistently.

A pause. The door opened and Josh saw Benny peer out, his eyes widening as he saw who was stood there. He looked to Roger. "Put him away." he said quietly.

Josh assumed he wasn't supposed to hear, and pretended that he hadn't as Benny approached, allowing Roger to enter the lounge. "Josh!" Benny said happily, approaching his guest. "Great to see you." His delight seemed completely genuine, but Josh still found his stomach churning as he beheld his former master.

Before he could say anything, Roger emerged with a naked young man in a leather hood. Josh looked in both shock and awe. The young man had his hands cuffed behind his back, and his rear was bright red, obviously the target of some fairly rough treatment. Alarm bells rang in Josh's head, but at the same time, his semi-hard cock began to lengthen in his underwear. He was just beginning to compose himself as the masked boy looked at him. Josh froze. Those eyes, he knew them. It was a vague, distant memory that lingered just out of reach, but he knew them. The way they widened in response to Josh only strengthened the feeling that he knew the young man. He was gone quickly though, led by Roger to the door behind the main staircase.

"What can I..." Benny started, but Josh cut him off.

"Who was that?" Josh asked sternly.

Benny shrugged casually. "Just one of my boys." he said dismissively with a polite smile. "What can I do for you?" he asked, returning to his original question.

Josh refused to let it go. His concern and curiosity now weighing heavier on his mind than his unquenched desires. "Benny, who was that?"

"Nobody important." Benny said back sternly. The tone of his voice was strict, something Josh hadn't heard from the boy for years. "Josh, why are you here?"

Josh found his heart pounding again. Why WAS he here? He knew the answer, realistically he knew that Benny knew the answer, but he had to say it. It was what Benny needed to hear. He felt his breathing speeding up, heading rapidly towards hyperventilation. His body was shaking, trying to do two conflicting things at the same time. Benny's stares were only making it worse.

"Answer me, boy. Tell me why you're here." Benny said, his tone terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Finally, breathlessly, almost in tears he just stared into Benny's eyes and said, "Sir!"

"Keep the noise down!" Mr Spencer snapped, half-seriously as the four boys dashed up the stairs. They had just finished more pizza than boys their size should have ever been able to consume, joking loudly together and mucking about the whole time. Now they were headed up to Warren's room, which meant they were likely to get even more out of control. Mr Spencer's warning would no doubt be ignored, but he lived in hope.

On the way up the stairs, Nick had tackled Sam, then picked him up and thrown him over his shoulder. He could have tackled either of the other boys just as happily as he would have no trouble carrying them, but Sam was by far the smallest and seemed the least effort. As they got into Warren's room, Sam struggled, demanding to be put down by the older boy. Nick complied, unceremoniously throwing him down on top of Warren and Greg was had taken a seat on the old 2-seater sofa Warren had inherited from Dale's room after he moved out.

"So, what's the plan?" Nick asked, casually dropping onto Warren's bed.

"Oil wrestling!" Sam called out as he struggled to squeeze in between the other two boys on the sofa. Sam and Warren laughed as Greg blushed. Nick didn't get the reference, but figured it was related to the 'doctors' thing from earlier. He shook his head, smirking at the boys.

"Fuck off!" Greg snapped, then turned to the others and added, "Unless you wanna start talking about your ones too!"

"Your whats?" Nick asked, intrigued at how the comment had cut the laughing short.

"Whatever." Sam said, "Tell anyone you like, I'm not ashamed." He turned to Nick. "On the way home we were comparing wank fantasies."

Nick had stop being surprised several months ago by Sam's total lack in inhibitions. "Oh yeah? Like the doctor thing." He said casually, stifling a snigger at Greg's cringing. "So whose was the oil wrestling?"

"That was Greg too." Warren said, teasingly.

"Oh, get a kick out of sharing secrets, do you?" Nick said, looking at his boyfriend. "And what ones did you share?" Warren fell silent, glaring at Nick.

"Guess." Sam said, as if it was old news.

"Me, Josh and Corey?" Nick asked.

Sam and Greg burst into laughter as Warren scowled. Greg was surprised. He figured it would be something Nick didn't know, forgetting how open they were with each other.

"Any more?" Nick asked.

"No, just that one." Greg said, loving the spotlight being off of him for a change.

"So he didn't mention vampires?" Nick said with a truly evil grin.

Sam and Greg stared open-mouthed at Warren who looked beyond mortified.

"What, so... how does that even work?" Sam asked, starting to snigger.

"Well Nick thinks about getting kidnapped and being forced to have sex when he jerks off!" Warren snapped back, hoping to embarrass Nick in return.

Nick just shrugged. "Hey, I seem to remember you getting pretty turned on too when we tried that one!" And just like that, it was back on Warren. Sam and Greg were poking him and laughing and while he initially looked ready to kill Nick, he gradually joined in with the laughing.

"Hey, let's just accept that we're all a little bit pervy and move on, okay?" Warren suggested.

Greg and Nick seemed happy to move on, but Sam wasn't going to let it drop. He leant in towards Warren's neck and opened his mouth as if he intended to bite him. "I vant to suck your blood!" he mocked in the worst vampire voice he could manage.

"Oh, you like to tease, do you?" Nick asked, seeing that the boy had crossed the line from amusing to annoying for his boyfriend.

Sam just shrugged. "Hey, it's what I do!"

"Yeah." Warren agreed, then explained to Nick. "That's what turns him on, turning guys on and having an audience!"

"And that's it? You just imagine them getting all horny and it stops there?" Nick asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Yup." Sam said casually. He could see he was being targeted by the older boy, but just shrugged it off.

Nick gestured to Warren and Greg. "You two, swap places with me." They got up and moved onto the bed, while Nick slipped onto the sofa beside Sam. The younger boy started to look a little nervous as Nick sidled closer, his arm along the back of the sofa behind Sam.

"What are you doing?" he asked nervously.

Greg and Warren watched on in delight. Sam had often taken so much pleasure in teasing them, whispering things to them and watching them squirm for his own enjoyment. It looked like he was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

Nick began whispering in his ear, intentionally keeping it so quiet that the other two boys wouldn't be able to hear. "Close your eyes."

Sam looked at him, gulped nervously and then complied.

"So let's think about this, shall we." Nick started. "You're sitting there, in front of a small crowd of guys, their eyes fixed on you, waiting to see what you'll do. You slide your hand up your t-shirt, feeling your own body, moaning happily so that they can hear your pleasure. You pull off the t-shirt and they stare, watching your hot little body as your hands slide across it. As you look down at them, the bulges in their pants are obvious and it's all because of you. Your own cock swells in response as you squeeze it through your jeans, the guys do the same. Then you take the jeans off with your underwear. You're sitting there, naked and hard, so many eyes burning into you, staring excitedly."

Nick paused for a moment and looked over at the other two. Much like the fictional men Nick was describing, the two boys were massaging their own bulges in response to Sam's now-obvious erection. His whispering was clearly working, but now came the gamble. He had a suspicion about Sam and now was the time to check it.

He began to whisper again. "They're all so horny, all because of you. So is that where the fantasy stops?"

"Yes." Sam whimpered unconvincingly, eyes still closed, fists clenched nervously.

"I don't think I believe you." Nick hissed, his lips so close to Sam's ear that they grazed it as he went on. "I think you imagine it going a little further, like maybe the men aren't happy to just watch your smooth, naked little body. I think they want to touch you... and I think you want to let them, so you sit and watch as they approach, cocks in hand. You feel them touching you, lips on your neck, a tongue lashing at your nipple, fingers sliding between your thighs caressing the silky soft skin."

Nick could feel Sam starting to shudder, his breath quickening.

"Then they start to move, mouths working down your body, fingers sliding up your legs. Your stiff little tool desperate for their touch. You don't know what will get there first, the hands or the mouths, it's a slow, painful race, your body aching to know the result but it ends in a draw as you feels fingers stroking your balls as lips settle onto your cock."

"Oh God." Sam muttered, his breath ragged as he squirmed beside Nick.

"Do you want them to continue? Do you want to feel the fingers slide down toward your tight little hole? Do you want to feel their mouths surround your rock-hard dick?" Nick whispered.

"Yes, yes. Oh fuck, I think... I think... I might cum soon." the boy whimpered in a mix of excitement and fear.

Nick stood up. "Well, I guess that's where we'll leave it then!"

Sam's eyes opened and he stared at Nick in dismay. "You... you fucker!" he said angrily as he regained his breath.

Greg and Warren released their own engorged meat as they realised the show was over and burst into applause. "Way to go Nick!" Warren cheered.

"What were you saying to him?" Greg asked.

Nick looked round at Sam who seemed terrified to both hear the answer himself, as well as having it revealed to the others. The older boy had figured out his sordid little fantasy, but having everyone know it would be horrific.

Nick smiled and winked at Sam, then turned back to Greg. "That's... our little secret." He heard the sigh of relief from Sam. "Now, how about we change the subject. Let's watch a movie!"

Greg and Warren jumped off the and and rejoined Sam on the sofa. "What do you wanna watch?" Warren asked nobody in particular.

Sam sniggered. "How about Twilight?"

"Fuck off." Warren said, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Benny asked as he walked ahead of Josh down the stairs to the basement.

"Yes." Josh said back, bluntly. With every step downward, the voices telling him to stop quietened, and the desires to submit to the boy grew.

"Come on then." Benny said as he reached the bottom, heading towards one of the 'Games rooms', as he had called it previously.

Following the boy, Josh thought he heard something behind one of the doors. "What did you say was in there?" Josh asked. He could remember the dorm rooms and the games rooms, but what was it he had called that final one?

"That's just where I keep the trash." Benny said, repeating his explanation from Monday almost word-for-word.

Josh looked at it suspiciously, wondering why it would need such a large bolt. He followed Benny anyway. As they entered the room, Josh's eyes widened. Referring to the room as a 'Games' room didn't seem quite apt. It was more like a dungeon. Swings and harnesses hung from the ceiling, wooden stocks stood in one corner and various other stands and devices were dotted around.

Benny stopped and turned to Josh. "Strip!" he ordered.

Josh felt his stomach churn and his heart pound. The order was so forceful, so familiar, so exciting. "Yes Sir." he immediately replied and quickly started to undress.

"Slowly!" Benny snapped.

Josh immediately slowed, attempting to take his time whilst desperately wanting to get naked.

"Good boy. Now, down on your knees!" Benny commanded. Josh dropped down. "On all fours." Josh complied again. "Good, now crawl to me!"

Josh was shaking, his cock already engorged as he started to crawl. The hard concrete floor felt cold and rough beneath his hands and knees, but it was the anticipation that was making him shudder.

Benny looked down as Josh reached him. He reached down and pulled at Josh's hair, not aggressively, just enough to get him to look up. "Say my name!"

"B... Benny." Josh stuttered. He felt Benny's fingers tighten in his hair.

"No. That's not right. Say my name... boy!" Benny snarled.

"B..." Josh stuttered, then realised what he had to say. "Master!"

"Good boy." Benny said with a smile, releasing his grip. "Now stand up!"

"Just say the word 'Parrot' at any time and I'll stop right away. Do you understand?" Benny asked.

The provision of a safe word had been unexpected and made Josh suddenly trust the boy a little more. If he had now started to think about that sort of thing, then he really had changed. He nodded his understanding.

"Okay, come here." Benny ordered, moving over to a couple of long chains hanging from the ceiling, each with a rubber restraint hanging from the end. Josh followed and Benny started to secure the bands around his wrists.

Josh was conflicted. This wasn't the first time he had worn restraints since the incident, he had tried it with Dale, but his boyfriend simply didn't have the kind of personality that went with them. However this was his first time with Benny since the incident, so that made it a little more intimidating. He was determined to get through it though. At least he knew he had the safe word.

Once both wrists were restrained, Benny walked over to the wall and unlooped a chain from a large wall-mounted hook, then started pulling it. The sound of of the chain running through a pulley echoed through the room and Josh felt his arms lifting. Once they were raised above his head, Benny stopped and re-secured the chain to the wall. From a small cabinet beside him, Benny pulled out a long thin strip of fabric, then approached Josh and blindfolded him with it.

Benny looked at the naked young man. He reached up and stroked his chest, sliding his fingers down the man's hairy torso until they reached his cock. He gave it a quick squeeze. "I'll be right back." he said, then headed for the door.

"Wait, where are you..." Josh started, but the boy was already gone. For a few minutes he just hung there, exposed, restrained and gradually getting more and more turned on. By the time he heard the door go again, his cock felt about twice its normal size.

SMACK! Josh yelled out in surprise as he felt a wooden paddle slap onto his bare arse. Panting from both the surprise and the pain, he felt his cock twitch. He hadn't been spanked for years and he had forgotten how good it felt. SMACK! It fell again. Josh grunted, enjoying it more now that he was expecting it. SMACK! A third strike. His rear felt like it was on fire from the harsh hits, but his cock felt ready to erupt. SMACK! SMACK! The fourth and fifth hits actually had him yelling out in ecstasy. When he heard the paddle being out down, he felt both relieved and disappointed. A few more and he suspected he might actually cum, but pain was radiating from his doubtlessly-red buttocks.

He felt a hand on his chest again, playing with a nipple, then another hand on his back. He jumped a little as a third hand played with his armpit hair. "Who is that?" he asked, wondering who the second person was, before realising there was no guarantee that either one of them was actually Benny. He felt a rush of fear and almost considered calling out the safety word, but resisted. He was scared, but did not seem to be at risk.

More and more hands began caressing him, finally stopping at eight. There were four people touching his naked body, he was powerless to stop it... and he loved it! They continued teasing him, intentionally staying clear of his cock it seemed, but happily touching everywhere else. Someone grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him into a kiss, their lips and tongue attacking his.

Josh felt feet nudging at his own, pushing them gradually apart. He spread them as far as he could, but eventually had to stop because of the chain holding his hands up. The point was clearly to allow better access to his rear as he immediately felt fingers probing at his hole. Then he felt cold lubricant being applied, worked roughly his hole and inside it.

He knew what had to be coming next and he wasn't disappointed. He felt a rigid cock pushing its way inside. It was nowhere near the size of James', but the forcefulness of it thrilled him immeasurably more than the timid man had earlier. Whoever it was fucking him, they were clearly enjoying it, grunting excitedly as they thrust rapidly. The vigorous assault on his prostate had Josh moaning with pleasure within minutes too. His cock still remained untouched, but he could feel an orgasm building.

With a deep guttural moan, the man behind him shot his load and quickly pulled out. Disappointed at his own lack of release, Josh felt his climax drifting further away, but not for long. The emptiness in his rear was soon replaced by another cock, slightly shorter but much wider than the last. The hands continued exploring him as the fucking went on, his nipples growing more and more sensitive as they were tugged and caressed.

A few minutes of rapid thrusting later, Josh could feel himself right on the verge of a sensational orgasm. Unfortunately, so was the man fucking him. Another grunt and more warm wetness inside him. The man pulled out and Josh could feel cum dribbling down between his thighs. Once again his orgasm began to drift away and despite the aching he was beginning to feel in his rear he found himself hoping for another round.

He soon found his desires being sated as a third cock pushed its way into him, the lubricant mixing with the two heavy loads already inside him to allow the man a smooth entry. Once again his cock twitched excitedly as the prostate-pounding pushed him towards satisfaction. He was so close, just a few more thrusts would do the job. That was when the man behind him spoke.

"Not yet, boy!" It was Benny.

A surge of excitement rippled through him knowing the boy was inside him as he felt his arms reaching around his exposed body.

"Cum when I do." Benny added, slowing his thrusts.

The other hands let go, presumably ordered away by Benny to slow down Josh's approach. Josh was right on the brink. If he stopped tensing, he would probably cum but he didn't know how long he could hold it back. "Oh fuck." he moaned excitedly.

"I'm getting close. Not long now." Benny reassured him as he heard Josh's whimpers.

Benny continued thrusting, then after a loud grunt whispered in Josh's ear, "Let it go, boy!"

"Yes master!" Josh called out excitedly. In unison, the two exploded. Benny's spunk added to the juices inside Josh while his cock spasmed up and down untouched, flicking long thick streams of jizz in every direction. Benny pulled out, resulting in even more spunk dribbling down Josh's legs, then moved round in front of him, giving his still-twitching cock a playful tug. Josh flinched at the touch, but smiled.

Benny pulled off the blindfold and Josh looked down at him. "I missed you so much!" Josh said happily. The boy said nothing back, he just kissed the restrained young man.

As the kiss ended, Josh looked round. Whoever the other hands had belonged to, they had already left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

"Wanna go again?" Benny asked, grinning and squeezing Josh's still semi-hard penis. Suddenly he was the playful boy he had fallen in love with, not the strict master.

Josh shuddered at the touch, the organ still sensitive. "I think that's probably enough for today. I think it might take some time to build back up to the things we used to do!"

Benny chuckled. The thought that Josh wanted to spend more time with him filling him with joy. He walked over to the wall and released the chain, then walked back and undid the restraints. Josh rubbed his wrists, only partly glad to be free of them, then looked down at his legs and the trails of cum.

"You probably want a shower." Benny laughed. "Grab your clothes."

Josh did as instructed then followed Benny out into the hallway and into a bathroom. There was a row of shower heads along one wall. "When you're cleaned up and dressed, I'll be up in my lounge."

"Okay, see you in a minute." Josh said, smiling as the boy left. He turned on a shower, waited for it to warm and then stepped underneath. His rump stung as the warm water flowed over it, but it filled him with excitement. As he washed, he could feel all of his fears flowing away with the water. This place was exactly what he needed and Benny was so different now, exactly the type of master he craved. All he wanted now was to go upstairs and hear his next order. Once he was dried off and dressed, he headed back out into the hallway.

He was just about at the stairs when he heard a movement in the mysterious room again. He looked round nervously, stepped towards the door and undid the bolt. He pulled the door and just stared in shock. The room was tiny, barely more than a broom closet. Sat in one corner was the hooded young man he had seen earlier. The boy flinched and raised a hand to shield his eyes from the light of the hallway, the tiny room itself had been in total darkness.

Just inside the door sat a plate with remnants of a meal and an empty plastic cup. Beside that was a bucket. It was empty, but he could imagine what it was for. Josh stared at the boy, who gradually lowered his hand and looked back. His eyes widened again.

"Josh." he croaked.

Josh stared into his eyes, those intense, piercing, green eyes. The realisation shot through him like a stake through the heart. He thought he knew who it was... but it couldn't be possible. The last time he had seen the him, the boy had been so strong, so intimidating, but now he sat there cowering in the corner. Josh knelt down and reached up towards the boy's hood, he had to be sure. His hands slid round the back of the boy's head and pulled up the zip, then removed the hood.

It came away and Josh's breath caught in his throat, he had been right. "Alex." He gasped. "But how?"