Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 11:29:23 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Benny Takes Control - Chapter 1

This is the first story I have written for Nifty on over three years, but
hopefully it's the first of many.

This is a work of total fiction. Please do not read if blah blah blah,
usual disclaimery crap. This chapter contains very little 'action', but as
you'll be able to tell by the end of this chapter, the action won't be far
behind.

All feedback is welcome to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

Benny Takes Control
by Matt

Chapter 1

Josh sat up, looked at his ringing phone and noticed it said 'The
Harrisons', which meant they were probably calling to ask him to
babysit. He answered with a polite, "Hello."

"Hi Josh." It was Mrs Harrison. "Any chance you could come over tonight?
Usual rate."

"Sure, what time do you want me?" he asked eagerly.

"Seven should be okay."

Smiling, Josh replied, "Great, I'll see you tonight." He put the phone down
and lay back on his bed. It had been months since they last asked him to
babysit. He thought they might have finally decided that Benny was old
enough to stay home alone now, but apparently not. Josh thought back to the
first time he had been asked to do it, he had been just a scrawny
sixteen-year-old and Benny was only ten. Now, he was on the verge of
turning twenty and had almost doubled in size thanks to his work at the gym
while Benny had turned thirteen six months ago and seemed to be growing by
the day.

For Josh, the babysitting had never really been a chore. He enjoyed
spending time with Benny as the two boys had always had lots of fun
together, playing games, watching movies, thinking up bizarre pizza
toppings to order. The fact that he got paid to do it was just a bonus
really.

Benny was a little smart-mouth too, always coming up with some insult or
another for the older boy. Josh would then act annoyed and tell Benny he
was in trouble. The younger boy would then run off and hide and Josh would
go find him to administer the 'punishment'. More often than not, Benny hid
in his room, at the end of the bed. Josh would then sneak in, onto the bed,
reach between the gaps in the bed's foot-board, grab Benny and start
tickling him as punishment for the insult. Regardless of anything else they
did during their evenings together, this always seemed to happen, almost
like a ritual. Josh wondered if this would still be the case, thinking
about the now-teenage boy and how quickly boys' personalities can change at
that age. He put it out of his mind and went about his day as normal.

The evening soon rolled round and Josh made his way to the Harrison house,
just a few minutes walk away from his own. It was only quarter to seven,
but Josh preferred to be punctual. He waited a moment after pressing the
doorbell and was greeted by Mr Harrison, who was dressed very smartly. They
were clearly going somewhere very nice for the evening. "Hey Josh, thanks
for coming."

"No problem Mr H." he said cheerfully as he stepped inside and removed his
footwear.

"Ben's in the lounge if you want to go through." Mr Harrison suggested as
he closed the door. Ben? What happened to Benny?

Josh walked down the hall and into the lounge where he saw Benny slumped on
the sofa, fixated on the TV. He didn't even look round as Josh walked in,
not until he said, "Hi Benny."

"It's Ben!" the boy snapped, still not looking away from the TV. Josh
looked back at Mr Harrison who rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Ben. Don't be rude. Say hello to Josh." Mr Harrison said sternly, before
turning and heading back out.

Benny finally turned away from the TV, checked his Dad was gone and
smiled. "Hi Josh, sorry about that."

Josh looked confused, but smiled back and sat back down next to the
teen. "What..."

Before he could ask anything, Benny continued, "Don't worry about it, I'm
just messing with them. But really, call me Ben. Benny sounds like such a
kiddy name."

Josh chuckled, poked the boy in the side to make him squirm and said,
"Okay... Benny!"

Still smiling, "I'll get you for that!" His face dropped and he he looked
away, just as he saw his Mum coming in. "When they're gone!" he added under
his breath.

"Hi Josh." Mrs Harrison said as she stepped into the lounge.

"Hi Mrs H." Josh said back, then looked her up an down. "Wow, you look
really nice. Going somewhere special?"

A broad smiled spread across her face at the compliment. "Thank you. We're
just going out for a meal. We managed to get into Vivada." I was surprised,
it was the most popular restaurant in town. Michelin starred, always
full. "We realised Tony's going to be away for our anniversary next week so
we thought we'd celebrate tonight instead."

"My parents went there a few months back. They haven't shut up about it
since." Josh replied. "My Dad tried to recreate a couple of the dishes they
had. Didn't go well though, we ended up with takeaway."

Mrs Harrison laughed, then said, "I'll just let the professionals do it.
Anyway, we're going to head off early as you're here. Have a good evening
Ben."

"Whatever." Benny grunted at her.

"And good luck Josh." Mrs Harrison chuckled. "We'll be back around 11,
maybe a little later." She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and headed
out the front door behind her husband.

Near enough the second the door closed, Benny punched Josh on the
arm. "What was that for?" he asked, rubbing his arm and pretending it had
actually hurt him.

"For calling me Benny. I told you, it's Ben." the younger boy grinned back
at him.

"Oh really?" Josh said, standing up and towering over the seated boy. "Well
I'm bigger than you, and I say you're still Benny. Benny!" He folded his
arms in front of his chest, a look of complete smugness on his face.

Benny stood up in front of him, revealing to Josh that he had grown about
another six inches since he last saw him. He was still nowhere near Josh's
height yet though, and his skinny frame looked tiny by comparison.  "It's.
Ben!" he said loudly and clearly, jabbing a finger into Josh's folded arms.

Josh grabbed the finger, twisted the entire arm around behind Benny, pushed
him down face first so that he was laying on the sofa then straddled his
back, finally pulling the other arm up too. The younger boy was completely
pinned, with no way of getting out. "What did you say your name was?"

"Ben." he said defiantly, his voice muffled by the sofa cushions.

"I can stay here all night if I have to." Josh said calmly. "Do you think
you can take a whole evening of this?" He started tickling the boy's sides,
causing him to squirm desperately and cackle with laughter. A few moments
later he stopped and asked again, "What's your name?"

"Ben!"

More tickling, this time lasting a couple of minutes. Josh was surprised to
feel his cock beginning to swell as he sat atop Benny. If Benny didn't give
up soon, he was going to have to change position before the boy felt
it. "Your name?"

"Okay. Okay." Benny said breathlessly. "It's Benny. You can call me Benny."

Josh released his grip on the boy and let him sit up on the sofa. He sat
back down beside him, a big grin on his face as the semi began to
subside. In a show of dominance, Josh stretched his arms out to both sides,
resting them on the back of the sofa, one going behind Benny and the other
one above the empty seat to his right. Benny looked round at him and they
both smiled.

As Benny caught his breath, he relaxed back into the seat, then slid
slightly to his right so that he was leaning against the older boy. "You
know I'm going to get you back for that!" he commented matter-of-factly.

"It's sweet that you think you'll ever beat me." Josh replied smugly,
bringing the hand down from the back of the sofa to ruffle the boy's
already messed up mop of dark blonde hair before letting his hand rest on
the boy's shoulder. Benny growled in annoyance, but didn't move, seeming
quite content to stay sat like that.

The two sat quietly, watching the TV until the show ended. Josh wasn't
really watching though, as he kept looking down at the boy cuddled up to
him, an array of thoughts flooding his mind. 'I've really missed this
kid. This feels nice. This should feel weird. Why doesn't this feel weird?
He doesn't smell like a teenager yet. Why am I smelling him? His hair was
so soft. Can I play with it again? Will he think I'm weird? Am I weird? Was
I getting hard? Because of him or because of friction? Why am I thinking
this stuff? God I've missed him. I wonder when I'll get to come over
again. Touch his hair again.'

He was shaken from his racing thoughts when he felt Benny pull away from
him, sitting back up in his seat. "I'll be back in a minute. Toilet." He
seemed a little sheepish as he said it, and seemed to be walking at a
strange angle as he left the room.

Josh quickly figured out why. 'Stray boner.' he thought to himself,
thinking back to how many he got at that age and the awkwardness of trying
to hide it. 'Was it a stray though? Was it because of me? Did I make him
hard? He made me hard. Why does it matter? Stop thinking about his boner.
He's only thirteen. I wonder if he's jerking off now. Stop it. Boner. Stop
it. Boner boner boner boner boner boner.' That was it, his mind focussed on
that word word, and like a self-fulfilling prophecy, Josh's own cock
swelled to full size in moments.

"Shit!" he muttered, then rearranged himself so that the boner was tucked
into his waistband, covered by his t-shirt. Just as he finished hiding his
boner, Benny walked back in. Josh briefly thought about teasing the boy,
but thought better of it. People in glass houses, and all that. A little
teasing about something else might be in order though. "You okay... Benny?"

Benny was about to sit down, he picked up a throw cushion to make room, but
instead of sitting he turned to face the older boy and said, "It's
Ben... Joshy!" He smacked Josh in the face with the cushion then stood
there grinning before realising he was in trouble.

"Right. That's it!" Josh said, in his scariest voice. Benny ran. He was out
of the room before Josh had even finished standing up. Josh smiled, happy
to see that the ritual still seemed to be in place.

He started slowly creeping through the house, calling out, "Benny, where
are you?" and "I'm coming to get you Benny!" He went into every room, to
prolong the young boy's suspense, before he finally headed into his
room. The curtains were still drawn, making the room quite dark, but he
could see what looked like a huddled by at the end of the bed. He knelt on
the bed, lay down on and reached through the railings of the foot-board and
grabbed Benny. "Gotcha!" he yelled.

To his surprise, it wasn't Benny he had got hold of, but a large pile of
clothing. Momentarily stunned by the trick, he lay there thinking about
where Ben could be, when two hands reached out from under the bed and
grabbed his wrists. He heard a click and felt something cold. Pulling his
hands back, he found he could only get them a short distance back through
the railings before something stopped them. Looking at his wrists he saw he
had been handcuffed. "What the fuck?"

Benny climbed out from under the bed, turned on the lights and came to
stand by the bedside. "Gotcha!" he said, mocking the older boy.

"Very clever." Josh said, annoyed that he had stumbled into what was very
clearly a pre-planned trap. "Now let me out." He stood up next to Benny,
but had to bend over towards the foot of the bed because of the restraints.

"Let you out? Why would I do that?" Benny grinned.

"Because if you don't, I'll have to break out and I don't want to damage
your bed or your little toy cuffs." Josh said, starting to get frustrated.

Benny laughed wickedly. "You're welcome to try, but take a closer look
first."

With the lights on, Josh was able to get a better look. The handcuffs were
certainly no toy, they were proper heavy duty ones, and the foot-board was
chunky wrought iron, each piece solidly welded to the next. Josh sighed as
he realised the only way he was getting out, was if the younger boy let
him. "Fine, you win."

"Not good enough."

"And I'll call you Ben." Josh added humbly.

"Actually, how about you call me... Sir!" Ben said with a smile.

"Fuck off!" Josh exclaimed, not aggressively, more like incredulously.

"You know, if you had just called me Sir, I'd be uncuffing you now. Looks
like we're gonna have to do this the hard way."

"Fine, Sir!" Josh retorted.

Ben laughed again. "Waaaay too late for that, but nice try." Benny shoved
Josh towards the bed. Off balance already from bending over, he easily fell
onto the bed and rolled onto his back. The chain between the cuffs had just
enough length to let his hands cross over, but now unless he turned back
again, they were now essentially pinned in place. The younger boy
immediately climbed onto the bed, straddling Josh.

"What are you doing?" Josh asked, confused. He could probably have bucked
the boy off of him, but for now he was just going to let things play out
and hope he would be freed after.

Without a word, Ben pushed up the bottom of Josh's t-shirt to reveal his
stomach. It was nicely toned, showing the beginnings of impressive abs, a
small trail of dark hair running from his belly button down into his
jeans. Ben placed both of his hands on it, stroking gently.

"Whoa, Benny, stop it." Josh objected. The 'Benny' had been unintentional
in his surprised state. "Sorry, sorry, I mean Ben. You shouldn't be doing
that."

"Shouldn't I?" he asked innocently. "I thought you liked it when we touch.
You certainly seemed to enjoy it earlier. And if I'm not mistaken..." he
shuffled slightly atop Josh's crotch, "You're enjoying this too."

The boy was right. Once again Josh was getting hard and this time there was
no denying that it was because of Ben. His soft, smooth hands stroking his
stomach had felt amazing, and the way his little ass pressed against the
swelling organ even more-so. Nevertheless, he still tried to defend
it. "It's just friction. Anything rubbing it makes that happen."

"Really?" Ben asked, clearly not buying it. He reached down to Josh's
stomach again, but this time slid both hands up inside the t-shirt until
they found his nipples. Josh let out an involuntary whimper as the young
fingers found their target. He began rubbing and squeezing them gently,
looking the restrained teen straight in the eye as he did so. The swelling
cock was now up to full-on raging boner. "Still just friction?"

Josh went to speak, but instead came a breathy shudder. He tried again.
"... N-no."

"No what?" Ben asked as the rubbing continued.

"No... Sir." he said, finally giving in.