Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2016 13:27:32 +0000 From: Matt Smith Subject: Benny's House - Chapter 13 Author's Note – Thanks all for your patience. It's been a busy few months but I'm finally able to start submitting new chapters again. If you're still reading this and have any thoughts on it, please feel free to let me know, I always love to hear from my readers. You can email me with any thoughts or feedback at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk Please support Nifty – It's a great site, you can show your support at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Benny's House Chapter 13 – Friends and Lovers by Matt --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the diary of Benny Harrison Friday 3rd April 2015 This week has been tough. It was bad enough when Henry, Stanley and Anthony left, but the gap Wesley left has been the hardest to fill. Roger, Malik and Alex have done a great job keeping everything going, but we really can feel the difference. Charlie's taken it harder than either of us expected too. He doesn't talk about it, but he really misses his brother. It's not all doom and gloom though. I met up with Sam again and gave him some good advice about getting subs under control. I'm more than happy to be able to help. I may not still be in love with Josh, but I definitely care about him and knowing that James hurt him makes we want to rain fiery vengeance upon him! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Benny awoke but didn't open his eyes. Instead, he felt over to his side for Charlie. When he felt the man beside him, he shuffled over and curled up into his side, smiling as he felt muscular arms holding him. "Morning," Charlie whispered to him. Keeping his eyes closed, Benny replied, "If I didn't have you to wake up to, I think I'd probably just stay asleep all day." The Spring Term had ended the previous day and Benny now had no school for two weeks. He had plenty of revision to do with his GCSE exams coming up, but the thought of just being able to stay in bed if he wanted to was amazing. The best part was, some of the other residents of the house had taken either the first or second week off of work too, so Benny would not be alone in the house. Unfortunately, Charlie's week off didn't start until Monday, so he would have to get up for work soon. On the bright side, Benny had cancelled his usual morning wake-up call, so until then, they would not be interrupted. Realising that, Benny allowed his hands to begin wandering. "Mmm, keep doing that," Charlie mewed happily as Benny's fingers found their way to his morning wood. "Gladly," Benny said happily as he nestled further into the man's side as his hand continued to play. "Would you like me to leave?" A voice suddenly came from beside them. Charlie and Benny both yelled out in unison and shot up into sitting positions, looking in the direction of the voice. Looking a mix of shocked, confused and annoyed, they found Zane curled up on a pile of cushions. "What the hell are you doing here?" Benny yelled quite sharply. His tone was harsher than he had intended, his heart still pounding from the shock. He could immediately tell the Boy was a little taken aback by it, so quickly added in a much softer tone, "Is everything okay?" Zane smiled weakly at Benny's quick change of voice then nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said happily. Benny reached to his side and pushed Charlie back, making him lay back down into the bed as he continued to talk to the Boy on the floor. "Then why are you here?" he asked with a head-tilt. "I just... felt like it last night," Zane replied with a shrug. Benny smiled. He didn't want to, he knew he shouldn't, but he smiled anyway. When it came to dealing with the Boy, he simply couldn't help himself. He had already broken the house rules more times than just about anyone else (maybe not Alex) but it was never done maliciously, or to harm anyone else, it was usually just to be closer to his Master, a sentiment Benny found very hard to punish. "Look, you know you're not meant to, don't you!" Benny said as sternly as he could manage while holding back a grin. "Sorry Sir," Zane replied sheepishly. "I guess that means you do want me to leave then?" Benny sighed and rolled back onto the bed. He shot Charlie a quick glance and got another grin in return. At first, Charlie had been somewhat jealous of Zane. He knew Benny had an entire houseful of Boys and was okay with the duties and activities that entailed, but it was immediately obvious to the older man that his Master/boyfriend was somewhat smitten with the impish youth. Thankfully, Charlie's jealousy passed quickly and he soon saw Benny and Zane's relationship for what it was... a very close, very dedicated, and very caring dom/sub relationship. There was nothing more to it than that. Zane didn't seem to be seeking any kind of escalation and Benny made it very clear right away that he only had eyes for Charlie. Realising he was getting nothing from Charlie, Benny sighed once again, looked over the side of the bed and said, "Nah, don't leave. Come on up." Charlie shuffled over, Benny followed and Zane jumped in beside his Master. The younger teen quickly moved an arm under the necks of the young men either side of him, then pulled them close. Simultaneously, they both rolled onto their sides and cuddled up against him. He quickly kissed each of them on the top of their head before relaxing back and enjoying the feeling of the two bodies surrounding him. It was getting close to the time Charlie would have to get up to head off to work when the door suddenly swung open. Alex appeared, looking very excited. His expression quickly changed to confusion as he beheld the three of them laying together, but he shook his head and his previous excitement returned. "Oh my God, it's here!" Alex called out, almost shaking. Charlie and Zane both rolled aside, allowing Benny to sit up. He scowled and asked, only half jokingly, "Seriously, does nobody understand the rule about coming into my room without permission?" "I had permission," Charlie said quietly, immediately getting a scornful glance from Benny. He pursed his lips and smirked along with Zane. "Fine, whatever," Alex insisted, dashing back to the door. He pulled it closed, knocked and then immediately walked back in. "Happy now?" he asked impatiently, brushing off Benny's death-stare. As it became obvious that nobody was actually going to be paying him the usual courtesies, he decided to simply try and figure out what was going on. "What's here?" he asked Alex before sighing once more. "The..." Alex started, but paused as he glanced back and forth between Zane and Charlie. Whatever he was about to say, he didn't want to reveal in front of the two Boys. He thought for a moment, then continued, "The things. The things you let me order. They weren't due until next week, but they just arrived!" Benny's eyes widened as he realised what Alex was talking about, confusing the two Boys even more. "That's awesome. Are you at work today?" he asked excitedly. "Nope," Alex said back happily. "I'm off for as long as you are!" "Who else is off today?" Benny asked, sitting back up as his mind started racing. "I am," Zane said quietly. Suddenly, both Alex and Benny's eyes were on him, making him feel a little nervous. "What's going on?" he asked gingerly. "New toys!" Alex said happily. ********** Philip took a seat at a table near the window, placing his coffee down before looking out just in time to see Charlie approaching. With both of them working in the city centre, it was easy for them to meet up at lunch time to catch up with each other. Since Charlie's relationship with Benny began, the two best friends had spent less and less time together in the house, which made their lunchtime meetings even more valuable to them. "Hey," Charlie said happily as he hugged Philip from behind. "Hey," Philip said back happily as Charlie threw his bag onto the chair opposite and went up to the counter to get himself a drink. As Charlie returned a minute later, he moved his bag onto the floor and flopped into the seat. "Ugh, is this day over yet?" he asked with a sigh. Philip chuckled. "Bad day?" he asked sympathetically. Charlie shook his head. "No, pretty good actually," he said before taking a sip. "It's just the last day before my week off and seems to be dragging SO slowly." Philip nodded his understanding before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Yeah, if I had a hot boyfriend waiting to spend the week with me, I'd be pretty keen on it too," he said with a slight raise of his eyebrows. "Yeah, it's gonna be..." Charlie started, then froze, staring wide-eyed at his friend. He cleared his throat, attempted to return his expression to one of neutrality and continued, "I... erm... I don't have a boyfriend." The look Philip gave his best friend made it immediately obvious that he really didn't buy it. "Okay, seeing you squirm, hearing the terrible excuses, it was fun for a while but now it's just getting boring," he said sternly. Charlie took a deep breath. He had suspected for a while that Philip had picked up on his relationship, even quicker than the rest of the house, but as he had never mentioned it, he secretly hoped it had remained concealed. Alas not, it seemed. "Why didn't you say sooner?" he asked dejectedly. "I figured you'd tell me eventually. I mean, you tell me everything... usually," Philip said, the disappointment in his voice apparent. "I'm sorry," Charlie said meekly, "But I hope you can see why I didn't. I mean... it's Benny... the man in charge!" The earlier mischievous grin returned rapidly to Philip's face. "Yeah, and that's hot!" Charlie chuckled at the sudden change. Shaking his head, he agreed, "Yeah, it really is!" "Come on, dish it then," Philip demanded, picking up his coffee to take a large gulp. "Hey, you know I can't just go blabbing to anyone about what goes on in private," Charlie said defensively. Philip looked a little offended. "I'm not just anyone. You know you can trust me to keep a secret," he insisted. "Oh really? Then how did Benny find out about the stuff I told you about me and Wes?" Charlie asked. "Oh, you... know about that then?" Philip asked sheepishly. Getting a knowing eyebrow-raise from Charlie, he continued, "Well that was for your own good, it's not like I was just gossiping or anything." Charlie relaxed back in his seat. The twenty-five-year-old opposite him was doing his best to look innocent, with unintentionally amusing results. Charlie shook his head. It was times like this he started to realise how much he missed spending time with Philip. This was exactly the sort of thing they used to talk about during their midnight chats. "Fine, you wanna know about me and Benny? It's..." Charlie paused, a dopey grin growing rapidly, "It's fucking amazing." Philip took another gulp of his drink, placed it down and sat forward in his seat, eager for more. After a while in the house, it became like it's own little microcosm, a completely independent society. The Generals and Benny became figures of reverence, almost celebrity-like, so hearing about what they were like in private was something most of the Boys would never know. Philip was immediately hungry for more, as became obvious from his wide-eyed eagerness. "He's still the Master," Charlie insisted, "But he's... oh God, he's just so sweet. We'll lay in bed and he'll hold me and... ugh, I can't put it into words," Charlie grunted in frustration. Philip sighed, mouth smiling but eyes sad. "It sounds so nice." Charlie's eyes narrowed at his friend's expression. "Wait, are you... jealous?" he asked cautiously. Philip shook his head. "No... not jealous... but maybe envious," he insisted. "I love being in the house and I love serving Benny and the others, but... I dunno, being able to just... be that close to someone. It's been a while." Charlie's grin started to fail. He could understand how Philip felt. At the same time, he felt a little guilty about shifting more and more of his time away from the young man in front of him and onto his new lover. He didn't say anything about it, but a plan quickly formulated in his mind. He mentally filed it away for later and forced himself to smile again. "Funny story, we woke up this morning and we were just laying in bed when we heard another voice in the room. Both of us virtually crapped ourselves. Benny's face was hilarious," Charlie explained, smirking. Philip laughed in response, then frowned. "So who was it?" he asked. "Zane... again!" Charlie replied, attempting to sound annoyed but failing. He had quickly come to care about, and be amused by, the newest Boy almost as much as Benny seemed to. "You know, if I didn't know about you and Benny, I'd swear them two had something going," Philip said. "Nah," Charlie said dismissively, "If you really see them together, it's pretty clear what they are. Besides, it's kinda obvious who Zane's into." "Roger!" They both said together before bursting into laughter. "I wonder he's like in private," Philip pondered, considering the imposing young man. Charlie shrugged. "Probably the same as he is the rest of the time. I bet he doesn't even smile. I swear he's a robot!" Charlie joked. "Yeah, and can you imagine if he really did get with Zane. The poor kid wouldn't last five seconds with him," Philip said, imagining the scenario. "Yeah, that could get messy," Charlie agreed. "Oh yeah, something else this morning... Alex said something about new toys..." ********** Benny, Roger and Alex all stood at the doorway to Play Room Four. They had spent the morning moving things around, basically clearing the room and shifting a large quantity of its contents into Play Rooms One to Three before moving in the new items Alex had ordered. Roger had been quite surprised after he signed for the delivery. He knew from the invoice that it was made up of a large number of boxes and packages, but had not expected some of them to be the size they were. It had taken all three of them to move some of the items down the basement stairs and manoeuvre them into the room. After that Roger had mostly stood back and watched as Benny and Alex went about unpackaging everything excitedly. Finally, just around lunchtime, they were done. Despite Alex's insistence that they simply keep going, they had stopped to go and get something to eat. As they went back up to the main atrium, they could hear noises and voices coming from the TV/Games Room beside the main lounge. A quick glance in showed Zane, Quentin and Taro were in there. The two teens were playing pool, while Quentin was using the pinball machine in the corner. After Benny had equipped the room with all sorts of entertainment, he had been concerned that it was going unused, but quickly realised that it was simply because most of the Boys' spare time was taken up with duties of subbing activities. The Master and two Generals headed back across the atrium and into the kitchen. Roger prepared some lunch for them all while Alex and Benny sat eagerly discussing what tasks should be assigned that evening. "Let's just put everyone in there and see what we can do!" Alex suggested excitedly. "I dunno, it might be best to just take one or two of them," Benny said, disagreeing with the eager eighteen-year-old. "Aww, but that's no fun. Come on, let's just go crazy," Alex insisted. Benny shook his head, still not convinced. "I don't know..." As Roger approached them and placed a plate in front of each of them, the two teens both looked at him expectantly. While Alex had yet to bond with Roger the way he had with Benny, or to a certain extent, Malik, he knew that the large General was always a good source of advice. Roger looked back and forth between the two. He had a feeling they were expecting him to pick a side. Instead, he aimed for the middle ground. "Why not both?" he asked. Getting puzzled looks back, he explained, "Why not try it out with one or two of the Boys who are home this afternoon, just to see that it all works, but then save it for tomorrow. Have like a big unveiling of the new Play Room as part of the gathering and then use it all on them then." Alex and Benny both grinned, their approval immediately apparent. "Okay, so who are we going to use as a test subject?" Benny asked as he tucked into the lunch Roger had prepared. Alex's grin broadened further, turning a touch devilish. "Oh, I've got the perfect candidate!" ********** Zane stood nervously outside Play Room Four. He had been a little on edge ever since that morning. The look Alex had given him had made him slightly uncomfortable, so when the new General came to him after lunch and told him to head down to the room at two o'clock, the feeling had simply worsened. As instructed, the Boy knocked on the door and waited for an answer. A few moments later, Alex appeared and there was that same look again. "Hi... erm... Sir," Zane stuttered. He was still getting used to calling his friend 'Sir'. Sometimes he deliberately avoided it to wind Alex up. Their friendship had occasionally caused slight problems for the new General as Zane's mischievous side often caused him to be playfully indignant or insubordinate. Now though, his nerves had got the better of him and he had simply been intimidated into nervous submission. "Hello Boy," Alex said, emphasising the 'boy' as he grinned. "Come on in." Zane stepped into the room, his eyes widening with shock as he beheld the new layout. There were all sorts of machines and devices all over the room now, some of which he recognised, others he didn't, but they all intrigued him. "So these are your new toys then?" Zane asked nervously. Alex didn't reply. Instead, he walked over to a long bench and glanced back at Zane expectantly. The Boy understood the silent instruction and followed. As Alex gestured once again, Zane sat on the bench then lay down onto his back. Alex grabbed one of Zane's wrists, pulled it above his head and secured it in a restraint, quickly doing the same with the other. The Boy's ankles were next. Finally, Zane folded a long strap over the Boy's stomach and secured it to the opposite side. Zane attempted to move and found that while he could wriggle slightly, he was virtually unable to move at all. He looked momentarily scared until he saw Alex's devilish grin soften into something much more kind, if only for a moment. To anyone else, it would have been indistinguishable, but Zane had gotten to know the other teen well enough by now to recognise it. As much as it comforted him, he still felt extremely uneasy about the uncertainty of what was to come next, a feeling enhanced when Alex grabbed a blindfold and stuck it over his eyes. "Alex..." Zane croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you. It's gonna be pretty intense, but you're not gonna get get hurt, okay?" Alex attempted to reassure his friend. "Just consider it payback for all the lip you've given me!" Zane took a few deep breaths and nodded his understanding, but it was clear he was still extremely anxious. Despite the fear and nerves, or possibly because of them, the Boy's cock was completely rigid. Alex looked down at the Boy's erection and smiled. At least he didn't have to waste any time getting him hard. 'It's okay, it's okay, it's okay,' Zane thought to himself over and over, desperately trying to remind himself how much the young man in charge had changed over the last couple of months. All thoughts faded away though as he felt Alex grab his cock, rub on lube and then guide the head of it into some kind of apparatus. He felt cold rubber enveloping his firm dick, taking the entire length of it in until there was the feeling of cold plastic against his body. There was the sound of movement beside and above him, then Alex's hand moved away. Whatever was on his cock, was staying there, keeping it pointing upwards as its rubbery lining squeezed on the shaft. "You ready for this?" Alex asked excitedly. "No!" Zane insisted, but knew it wouldn't make any difference. "Good," Alex said wickedly as he pressed a button the box beside him. "Aaaah!" Zane called out as the device came to life. The lining seemed to tighten, squeezing his cock for a moment before releasing. It tightened again, then released, giving a sensation of stroking. He quickly realised that the tool attached to his dick was the end of a milking machine. He had seen them at work before, although only in videos. He felt a surge of excitement at the thought. It was something he had long wanted to try, so as scary as it was to be embraced by the unknown, a large part of him welcomed the new sensations. Alex reached down to the controls and turned it up, watching happily as the device sped up. The whimpers of pleasure from Zane sped up in unison with it. He had intended to simply stand and watch as the boy was pleasured by the device, but seeing the naked teen laying there writhing with delight, he couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sliding his tongue round and round it. "Oh fuck!" Zane gasped as Alex's actions heightened his enjoyment. Alex's own cock, already swelled from the thought of using the machine, twitched a little more at the Boy's pleasured grunts. The fingers on one hand were still slippery from applying the lubricant to Zane's cock, so he figured he may as well put it to good use. Continuing his nipple-licking, he reached down with the lubricated hand and pressed the tip of a finger against the Boy's hole. Zane already had quite a tight rear, often making any kind of insertion difficult, but his extreme and sudden arousal from the machine seemed to have made his sphincter clench stupendously tight. Alex continued poking at the hole until his digit finally managed to work its way inside. Another grunt came from Zane, but it wasn't clear whether it was one of pleasure or pain. As the finger pushed deeper and found its way onto his prostate, the moan that followed was very clearly distinguishable as a good one. "I... aaaah.... I.... mmm..." Zane moaned. He was attempting to speak, but the mixed pleasurable assault of machine, mouth and finger stole the words away, leaving only pleasure whimpers and moans in their place. It didn't take long before Zane's rear clamped down even tighter on Alex's finger, signalling an imminent release. Alex released the Boy's nipple from his lips and stood up to watch as the machine sucked its first load from Zane, whose literal screams of pleasure were beyond anything Alex could have hoped for. It was almost enough to make the aroused General cum too, but as he pulled his finger out, he managed to hold himself back. He reached down and turned the machine to its lowest setting, but left it running. "That was... aaah... oh my God..." Zane gasped as the machine slowed. He expected it to continue slowing to a stop and felt suddenly uncomfortable as he realised that didn't see to be happening. His cock, having just experienced one of the most intense orgasms he could remember, was becoming rapidly more and more sensitive. "Turn it... off!" Zane demanded, his body twitching slightly each time the machine sucked on his delicate tool. "No way, I wanna really see what this thing can do," Alex said happily, running his fingers across the Boy's chest. "No... please... it's so sensitive," Zane pleaded, his voice high. He tugged at the restraints, but knew it was futile. Alex grinned as he reached down and flicked the machine straight up to full speed. Zane screamed, more from surprise than pleasure or pain, but as the shock faded, the sensitivity of his cock seemed to sky-rocket. He wanted to beg for it to stop. It was beyond anything he had felt before, pleasure so intensely brilliant that it felt like needles. As much as he wanted to plead for mercy, words once again eluded him and all he could do was squirm and scream. Alex turned the machine back down to the lowest setting. He glanced at the door for a moment, expecting someone to come running in response to the screams, but nobody appeared. "Alex.... please.... please stop," Zane begged. It sounded like he might actually be crying, but with the blindfold obscuring his eyes it was hard to tell. "I will... after you've cum three times," Alex said tauntingly. "No, you can't... aaah... it'll kill me," Zane insisted. "Shut up, or it's four times!" Alex snapped. He had no intention of making him endure that. He actually intended to stop after two, but a small part of him was enjoying Zane's obvious discomfort. "Pleeeeeeeeease..." Zane gasped. "Right, four times!" Alex snapped. He was smiling as he knew it wasn't going to happen. He felt a pang of guilt as he heard Zane's sobs, but he knew he wasn't actually going to subject the Boy to any more than he could take. Even his plan for a second orgasm would be aborted if it looked like he was in genuine trouble. He felt a momentary pride in himself for that. Had he been doing this two months ago, he had no doubt that Zane would have received the full treatment. Zane continued his mix of whimpering and moaning, but didn't attempt to say anything else, obviously afraid of increasing the count again. Alex re-inserted his finger, getting a shudder of pleasure from the restrained Boy. Gradually he started turning the machine up again. "Oh God," Zane whimpered as he felt the speed increasing. Thankfully it had now been long enough that the post-orgasm sensitivity was beginning to fade a little, but the ongoing stimulation still felt both awesome and terrible at the same time. As he tugged helplessly at the restraints again, he felt Alex's finger pressing against his prostate. He expected some further teasing to follow, but surprisingly, all he felt was Alex's fingers stroking through his hair. Every time Alex pulled his hand away, he increased the speed, making Zane's yells increase, but it would be immediately followed by another gentle caress of fingers through hair. The mixture of please and pain, comfort and discomfort, torture and teasing, it was like nothing Zane could have imagined. Even his wildest fantasies about trying out the machine had not come close to the sensations rippling through him. He was torn between his desire to escape and his need to experience more. As horrific as it was, a small part of him was revelling in the exquisite agony. His moans turned to whimpers, his whimpers becoming yells and his yells finally turning to screams as his second orgasm ripped through his body. His body tensed against the restraints so strongly he felt like he might actually tear free of them as his cock twitched out a second, smaller load into the rapidly-pumping machine. Alex allowed the machine to continue just long enough to tease Zane's post-orgasm sensitivity for a few seconds before finally switching it off. If he hadn't already decided to do so, he would have stopped it right there based solely on the sobbed screams coming from the restrained Boy. He pulled the device off of the teen's embattled cock with a loud squelch, then stood watching as Zane began to catch his breath and calm down. As the laboured panting gave way to slow, calm, shallow breaths, he allowed his fingers to stroke the Boy's body from thigh to neck. Zane's head nuzzled against it as it got close enough. "I thought you said four times," Zane said quietly, "Not that I'm complaining." "Like I said at the start, I don't want to hurt you. I didn't think you could take any more," Alex explained, considering pulling his hand away, but deciding against it. "I can handle anything you can dish out," Zane said defiantly. He blinked a few times as Alex pulled the blindfold off with his free hand. "Yeah right, you were begging me to make it stop before you even reached two!" Alex said with a doubtful smirk. "Yeah, I know... but did I say the safety word?" Zane asked, smirking back. Alex opened his mouth to reply, but stopped as he considered the question. He was right. He had begged, he had pleaded, he had screamed and cried, but he had never actually given up. "I... guess not," he said in shock. He had never really pushed Zane that hard on anything before and he found it quite surprising that the Boy clearly had such resilience. He smiled and added, "I guess next time I'll just have to go for four then.... or more!" Zane's eyes widened as he realised what he had just let himself in for. Alex finally pulled his hand away as he needed both of them to begin undoing the restraints. As he released Zane, the Boy sat up and looked at him, then asked, "So are we done here?" "Are you kidding?" Alex asked, his earlier devilish grin returning. "We've only tested one of my new toys. Still plenty more to go!" ********** Benny had not been intending to sit and watch as the Boys returned home that day. With three of them gone, Alex promoted to General and three other Boys already home for the day, it would involve a lot of waiting with very little pay-off. As it happened though, he was heading across the atrium from the basement stairs to his private lounge when he saw the door opening. David walked in and gave his usual greeting to Roger before noticing Benny and giving him a polite nod. "Hey, when you're done there, could you come in and see me," Benny requested before continuing into the nearest door. A few minutes after Benny had sat down, there was a knock at the door and after being authorised to do so, David came in. "You... wanted to see me... Sir?" he asked nervously. Benny nodded and gestured to the seat opposite him. David approached it and sat down, looking more than a little nervous. "Did I... do something wrong?" he asked timidly. Benny smiled warmly. "Not at all," he said softly, "I just wanted to check in with you, see how you're doing." "Oh!" David said with surprise. He shrugged, smiled and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why... wouldn't I be?" "Wesley!" Benny said bluntly. "Oh," David repeated, his smile quickly fading as his eyes dropped down to look at the coffee table between him and his Master. "I'm.... I'm doing okay," he insisted unconvincingly. "Really?" Benny asked, raising an eyebrow. David sighed and shook his head slowly. "I miss him," he said sadly, "More than I ever expected to." "I miss him too," Benny said sympathetically, "But I know how close you were, so I can't imagine how you feel." "I guess I'll just have to get over it," David said, trying to force a smile. "You know he'll be back, don't you?" Benny asked in an attempt to cheer him up. "Whatever," David said moodily. "Doesn't matter, he clearly didn't think much of me if he could just... just go away and leave me behind like that anyway, so... fuck him!" The sadness in his eyes warped into anger in a matter of seconds. "Hey!" Benny snapped angrily at the comment. "He gave everything to this house and to all of you for quite some time. I don't think it's unfair of him to take some time away to deal with his own problems, is it?" "I guess not," David conceded, but still looked pissed. "As for what he thinks of you..." Benny paused, sighing. He knew what he wanted to say, but to do so would be breaking Wesley's confidence and saying more than he should. Instead, he said, "Anyone could see exactly how much he cared about you. You two were... are... connected. He WILL be back and one of the main reasons I know that, is because of you!" David tried to reply, but couldn't. He simply stared at the teen in front of him, attempting to process his words. He felt his eyes watering. Benny jumped to his feet, skirted around the coffee table and knelt in front of him, pulling the older man into a tight hug. "Thank you," David whispered. "You're welcome," Benny said as he pulled away. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he stood and turned away. He looked back at David and snapped, "Turn round and bend over!" "Yes Sir," David replied immediately, complying before he even had to time to really think about it. "Wh... what are we doing?" "Quiet!" Benny said sharply, grabbing a paddle from one of the cabinets. He paced back towards a nervous-looking David. He placed a hand on the Boy's rear, stroking it gently as he said, "I'm not attempting to replace Wesley, because I know that's not possible, but I thought you might be missing this!" He pulled his hand away and swung the paddle. SLAP! "Oh God," David muttered excitedly. Benny grinned at the utterance and swung the paddle again. Another hard slap followed by another grunt of delight from David. The paddle kept falling and the Boy was clearly getting more and more aroused. At one point, he reached for his crotch and started stroking, but Benny quickly knocked the hand away before delivering an extra hard swat. "So you really enjoy this then?" Benny asked rhetorically, smirking. "I'm not the only one!" David smirked back, looking round at the obvious bulge in Benny's jeans. Benny felt himself blush momentarily. He hadn't even realised how aroused he was. He quickly regained his composure and swung the paddle down, even harder than previously. It was meant to be a small form of punishment for pointing out his arousal, but it only served to turn David on even more. "I think I need to spank the cheekiness out of you!" Benny taunted. "Yes Sir!" David replied happily with a sly grin. ********** Roger wandered through the house. Whilst he understood why Benny had encouraged so many of the residents to take time off to coincide with his school holidays, he found it a little frustrating. He thrived on routine, it was what helped him keep his day planned out. He would get up, ensure the morning duties were taken care of and that everyone had got off to school or work on time, take care of any duties throughout the house while it was empty, plan the evening activities, greet everyone on their return, oversee the evening's events and then ensure everyone had gone to bed before heading there himself. Having that schedule disrupted by the presence of other people made him somewhat uneasy. As he headed down into the basement, he began to hear some unexpected noises.... screams and yells. As he got closer, he could tell they were coming from behind the only closed door – Play Room Four. Worryingly, he also recognised the yelling voice – Zane! Momentarily losing his normally unshakable composure, he ran for the door and swung it open. "What the hell are you doing?" Roger snapped as he entered the room. He was shocked and amazed by what he saw. Zane was very securely strapped to a bench, his legs raised up and help apart. Roger immediately recognised a couple of the devices he had helped install earlier that day, namely a fucking machine and a milker. The fucking machine was rapidly sliding a small dildo in and out of the teen's rear, while the milking machine nozzle was securely attached to his cock, pumping away. "Hey Roger," Alex said casually as the larger man entered, frowning slightly at his concerned expression. Zane continued yelling out in what could have easily been either pleasure or pain. "What are you doing?" Roger demanded again. "Just trying out the new toys," Alex said, smirking a little at the continuing noises from his captive. "Zane," Roger said softly, dashing to his lover's side. He immediately grabbed the Boy's hand, momentarily forgetting the secrecy of their relationship in front of Alex. As he saw the other General's slightly suspicious look, he dropped the hand and asked, "Are you okay?" "N... no," Zane whimpered. "How long has he been like this?" Roger snapped. "Turn it off!" "What? No!" Alex said defensively, positioning himself between Roger and the machines. "Seriously uncool Roger, I don't interfere in your duties, so stay out of mine!" Roger looked furious. Even without seeing the Boy he cared so much about in that situation, being spoken to like that would have riled him. "You're hurting him!" Roger snarled, stepping closer to the smaller General. Alex didn't back down, not even an inch. His eyes widened as he met Roger's furious gaze, his own anger bubbling quickly to the surface. "I'll stop... when he says... the safe word. Now back off!" Roger's fists were clenched tightly, his breathing deep and ragged as he struggled to stop himself from throttling the teen before him. "Roger..." Zane gasped. As the large man turned to face Zane, he saw the boy nodding at him, implying his agreement to what Alex had said. "But he doesn't say the safe word... ever!" Roger insisted, his anger turning to dismay. He had often pushed Zane to try and find his limits, but he had yet to hear the Boy ever utter the safe word to end a scenario. It was that stubborn-minded determination that had made him so intriguing. Now though, it appeared it might actually be dangerous. "I know!" Alex said with a devilish grin. "But he will today, otherwise he's in for another hour of this." "An hour? You've already been going an hour?" Roger asked in shock. "How many times has he..." His question trailed off, but the intention was clear. "How many, Boy?" Alex snapped. "F.... F.... aaah, oh God.... four... aaah..." Zane moaned as the machine continued their work on his throbbing cock and hole. "Aaaaaaarghh.... five!" he called out as another orgasm rippled through him like a bolt of lightning. He had long since lost the ability to ejaculate, the machine having sucked every last drop from him already, so now he was left with nothing but intense dry orgasms. "Aaaaaargh. Stop... stop.... please... Sir..." Zane pleaded desperately. "Say the word!" Alex said sharply as Roger watched on in shock. "No...." Zane whimpered. "Aaargh." His post-orgasmic cock was increasing in sensitivity by the moment. It was all too much for him. He had managed to hold himself together throughout the ongoing torture, through the multiple orgasms, through the range of different settings and speeds, but somehow having Roger staring down at him sympathetically pushed him over the edge. He burst into tears, sobbing helplessly between moans of pleasured pain. "Alex, stop it!" Roger said. His earlier anger was gone. He knew Alex was in charge, and that Zane had obviously agreed to their terms, but he couldn't just watch. As Alex shook his head, Roger moved closer to Zane again. "Zane, please, just say it," he pleaded. "Ah, oh God.... aaaah... P.... parrot!" Zane finally called out. Within seconds, Alex had turned off both devices. As the machines ground to a silent halt, the only sound filling the room was Zane's sobbing which seemed to intensify as the devices were carefully removed. Both Generals reached for the restraints and set about freeing the Boy. As he regained the ability to move, he curled up on the bench. "Could you leave now?" Alex demanded angrily. Roger's eyes flicked between Alex and Zane. He wanted to grab the Boy and hold him. "I need to make sure he's okay," Roger insisted. "I can do that myself," Alex said, using every tool in his mental arsenal to keep his anger at bay. "Look, I get that I'm still the new guy here, but I know how to look after my subs, so if you could leave... please." Roger was completely thrown. He knew Alex was right, but he struggled to contain his desire to comfort his young lover. "Okay... okay, I'll go," he said shakily, backing towards the door. Just as he reached it, he saw Alex sit down beside Zane and start gently stroking his back. He closed the door behind him and leaned on it, shutting his eyes. "Fuck!" he muttered to himself. In all of his time in the house, he had never acted that way. He had always respected the professional space of his fellow Generals and maintained the divide between General and Boy. Yet somehow, his feelings for the young man had thrown all of that aside. While it felt good to know that he valued the Boy so strongly, he felt a surge of concern as he realised this was the first time anything had ever come before his duty to the house! ********** Philip sighed as he lay in bed. He was laying on his stomach, chin resting on the pillow as he stared at the empty bunk in front of him. After seeing his best friend at lunch time, he had hoped he might get to see more of him that evening too, but once again the bed remained empty. "What's up?" Robert called out from the bunk below Charlie's. "What?" Philip said, shaken from his thoughts by the sudden question. He leaned over to look down and said, "Oh, sorry, nothing." Robert leaned out to the side so he could see Philip. "Then what's with the sigh?" "Nothing, sorry, I'll keep it down," Philip said apologetically. Since they had started sharing a Dorm, Philip had gotten to know Robert quite well, but he found it difficult to talk to him sometimes. It was that distance that so often emphasised the closeness he felt to Charlie. He flopped back onto his bed and did his best to suppress another sigh. He was just starting to drift off to sleep when he heard the door open. He immediately peered down and grinned excitedly as he saw Charlie standing there. The younger man gestured for Philip to follow, then stepped back out of the room. Philip was more than a little confused, but quickly climbed down from his bunk and headed to the door, shrugging at Robert as he passed, getting a similar gesture in response. "What's up?" Philip asked as he closed the door and looked at his friend. Charlie smiled warmly. "I just had this idea when I saw you earlier. Come on," he said cryptically. He grabbed Philip's hand and lead him up the stairs into the atrium then around to the front of the main staircase. As he started up the next set of steps, he felt Philip holding back. "You know we're not allowed up there," Philip said. Despite his attempts to whisper, his voice echoed around the expansive atrium. "Hey, what's the point of sleeping with boss if you don't get a few perks. We've got permission," Charlie insisted. He tugged at Philip's hand and the older man hesitantly followed up the stairs. They headed for one of the doors Philip had never been through. He remembered from his tour of the house when he arrived that it was designated as a 'Guest Bedroom'. As they went inside, it definitely fit the description, just a sparsely decorated, normal-looking bedroom. Considering the things that went on in the rest of the rooms of the house, it's normality seemed almost alien. "Charlie, what are we doing here?" Philip asked as the younger man closed the door. "What you said earlier, it made me realise how much I missed our nights together too, so... I asked Benny if we could borrow this room for the night," Charlie explained. He jumped onto the bed and gestured for Philip to join him. "So tonight is just me and you." Philip stared open-mouthed. It as such a sweet gesture that he almost felt like he could cry. "That's... just... erm... thanks." He stuttered, totally taken aback. He took a deep breath, grinned, then jumped onto the bed too. They both made themselves comfortable and the rambling began. They flitted from one subject to the next, talking endlessly about anything and everything. They kept shifting positions too. One minute, they were side by side, the next they were sat at opposite ends of the bed facing each other. By 3 am, the conversation finally started to die down. They were laying side by side, facing each other, faces only inches apart. "I've really missed you," Philip said quietly. He reached out and gently took hold of Charlie's hand. "Me too," Charlie said back, smiling sleepily as he squeezed Philip's hand in return. Silence lingered between them, their eyes fixed on each other as their hands remained linked. "Charlie... I think... I think I..." Philip stuttered. His heart was pounding, his breaths deepening. He couldn't say any more. "Me too!" Charlie repeated. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Philip's.