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Benny's House
Chapter 28 – Growing Pains
by Matt
From the diary of Benny Harrison
Wednesday 19th August 2015
Crap crap crap crap crap crap. This is not good. This is very not good. In fact, this is probably as far from good as it gets. I love him. I am completely, madly, head-over-heels, can't get him out of my head, miss him when he's not there, can't imagine life without him in love with Kian. The worst thing is... I can't even tell him! I'll lay there, holding him in my arms and all I'll want to do is kiss him and never let go, but I can't bring myself to do it.
I've completely stopped sleeping alone now, because of him. After he had slept in my room all of his first three nights in the house I knew I had to do something. The Boys were beginning to talk and I kinda got the feeling it was isolating Kian. I'm a terrible person, because at first I considered carrying on because the more isolated he gets, the more scared he seems to get of everything except me. I actually thought about letting him get so intimidated by everything and everyone in the house that with me would be the only place he felt safe. I know, I'm awful for even thinking it.
I didn't do it though. On his fourth night, I made him go down to his dorm. It was a Tuesday, so Josh wasn't staying over, but he had Quentin down there with him so I knew he'd be okay, but I knew I'd also likely give in to temptation and go down to get him. To make sure I didn't, I took Zane to bed with me. He certainly seemed happy about it, especially when I called him Buster. I'm the only one who calls him by his Pup name, so it always makes him feel special. He seems to spend most nights with Roger now, but the grin on his face when I told him he was staying in my room told me he didn't have an issue being apart from his boyfriend for the night.
After that, I decided to do something I'd been thinking about a while back, I made a rota for who would sleep with me and when. I kept Sunday nights for myself and two nights a week with Kian, but the other four cycle through the rest of my Boys. It's nice really as it means all of them get at least one night a month with me all to themselves, something I've definitely learned most of them appreciate. I also get plenty of Kian time too!
I love waking up with him. The way he looks at me when he first wakes up with those big, blue, beautiful eyes and the way he says good morning with that sexy accent... but I still can't tell him how I feel. I don't know if it's some issue about having all these subs and knowing I need to be there for all of them or something completely different. I think I need to invite Victor over for a chat some time and see if he can help me figure some stuff out.
On a separate subject, Quentin pointed something out to me the other day that I somehow hadn't even noticed. I got big. Like, really big. When I came here on my sixteenth birthday, I was 5'7", maybe even 5'8" and I kinda figured that was it, but no, still growing it seems. I should have realised it when I was talking to Roger the other day and could look him straight in the eye. When we first met, I used to get a sore neck from looking up at him. It's so weird. Kinda cool though. I know some people find it hard to see me as a serious Dom because I'm so young and that wasn't helped by how small I was too. Maybe now they can take me a little more seriously.
Benny placed down his diary and slid back down into a laying position beside Roger. The previous night had been Roger's turn on the rota to sleep with Benny and they had both loved every moment of it. With all the attention the subs, and now the apprentices, needed from the two most senior Doms in the house, it was rare for them to find any time together.
Roger was Benny's longest-serving sub and their relationship had only grown stronger through the ups and downs of their time together, but more than that, Roger was one of Benny's best friends. It was only when they were alone that Benny for to see the side of Roger that he kept hidden from the rest of the house. He took his position as senior General very seriously, which meant that whenever anyone lower than him was around, he had his work face on. It was part of what helped him retain his authority, none of the others had ever seen his happy, carefree relaxed side, so they found it impossible to think he even had one.
As soon as Benny's bedroom door had closed though, Roger had smiled, as excited to have the time together as Benny was. They had just lay down together, chatting and messing around late into the night before falling asleep together.
As was always the way, Roger had awoken early to make sure that all of the workers got off to work and all the apprentices were given tasks for the morning. Once that was done though, he had crept back into Benny's room and curled up beside the boy again. When Benny awoke a short time later, he didn't have the heart to disturb Roger from his rare and well-earned lie-in so he had sat up and filled in his diary. With that out of the way though, he decided he wanted company.
As he lay beside the huge twenty-one-year-old, he planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Roger stirred slightly but continued sleeping. A kiss on his cheek came next. Again he stirred but slept through. Benny moved down under the covers, gently kissing the middle of Roger's chest, the line between his pecs, coated with a fine spattering of dark hair.
Roger smiled and let out a low moan but kept his eyes closed.
Down Benny went, this time allowing his lips to slide down across the ridges of Roger's abs until they came to a stop, kissing just above his belly button.
Roger moaned, almost chuckling.
"I know you're awake!" Benny said quietly.
"No I'm not," Roger said with his eyes still closed. "You'd best keep moving down!"
"Oh, okay then," Benny said, grinning as he played along.
He didn't exactly have far to move down before he reached Roger's desired target. Sleeping naked, Roger's cock was stretched most of the way up to his navel anyway, quickly hardened by the attention from his young master.
"Oh fuck," Roger groaned as he felt Benny's lips wrap around the head of his rigid tool.
"Oh good, you're awake, I can stop!" Benny said, releasing the cock and sitting up, throwing the covers aside.
"You fucking tease!" Roger said, reaching forward and gently punching Benny's shoulder. He let his hand linger there, opening up, his palm resting on the boy's arm. Their eyes met. He could feel the love radiating off of Benny in waves. It was something they rarely spoke about, but there was a bond between the two that always felt so strong when they were together.
It wasn't romance, it wasn't lust, it wasn't even like the love of a true friend, somehow it always felt like something beyond any of that. The one time they had spoken about it, shortly after Benny's return to the house after his extended absence, He had described it as 'something unexplainable'.
"I don't know what it is," Benny had said at the time, "Sometimes you meet people and form a bond and then over time they just drift away. But then there are people like you. I look at you and I just know 'this is forever', I can just tell that you're one of those rare people who will always be in my life!"
Roger would always remember that conversation because he felt exactly what Benny was saying. He felt it now too. Staring at the boy, he let his hand slide onto Benny's neck and up into the messy mop of dark blonde hair before coming back down to cup his cheek. Benny closed his eyes and gently nuzzled at his hand, appreciating ever second of contact with his friend.
Roger gently scratched at the blonde fuzz on Benny's cheek and chuckled.
"What?" Benny asked, opening his eyes and frowning.
"I think it's time you started shaving!" Roger said with a warm smile. It was at times like this he really began to marvel at how much the boy had changed in the time they had known each other.
That first time they met, the cold December night in the park almost three years ago, he had been a short, scrawny waif of a boy. He had been amazed that so much attitude, so much sexual aggression and so much maturity could be contained in such a small package, but now here he was, his body growing into the Dom Roger saw inside him from that very first night.
Benny raised his hand to his other cheek and felt the fine hairs, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I s'pose so," he said back.
"Come on, I'll give you a quick tutorial," Roger said, climbing out of the bed and holding out his hand.
Benny took it and got out after him. They headed out of Benny's room and walked along the mezzanine hallway overlooking the main atrium, both still naked. As they walked, they could see the four apprentices hard at work cleaning the expansive marble floor down below.
"Morning Boy," Benny called out to them, stopping for a moment just outside the bathroom shared by the Generals.
"Morning Sir," the four apprentices called up in response, although not quite in unison.
Benny blushed as he saw Kian smiling up at him. "Erm... keep up the good work," he called back, slightly flustered, before following Roger into the bathroom.
As the door closed, Roger began laughing.
"What's so funny?" Benny asked moodily.
Roger shook his head, still smirking. "I thought you were bad with Charlie when he joined the house, but that Kian kid has really got you good, hasn't he!"
"Shut up!" Benny snapped back, scowling.
"Sorry, I'm only kidding. I think it's really sweet!" Roger said with a smile as he began getting out his shaving gear.
"I said shut up, I don't wanna talk about it!" Benny insisted, folding his arms indignantly.
Roger shrugged and continued getting ready to show his master how to shave. He needed to do it himself too, so he simply went about it as normal, while narrating his actions for Benny's benefit.
Benny copied everything Roger did and a few minutes later, stood there clean shaven, with just a couple of specks of blood where he had been too rough or caught himself at the wrong angle.
"There ya go," Roger said with a grin. "All done. Now just rinse off the last bits of foam and you're good to go!"
Benny leant down, holding his hands under the running tap and splashing his face, wiping off the remnants of shaving foam. As he stood back up, Roger gently dabbed his face dry with a towel, then quickly realised that not all of the wetness was from the shaving.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Roger asked, moving round to stare Benny in the eye, despite his attempts to avoid looking back.
Benny opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Instead he simply shook his head, sniffing as he began to cry.
"Aww, come here," Roger said, pulling the boy into a hug. He quickly realised what it was. "It's your Dad, isn't it!"
Benny nodded, his head resting on Roger's shoulder. "He should have been around to show me this!" he said between sniffs.
"I know. I'm sorry," Roger whispered back to him. He stood there holding Benny for several minutes, just letting him cry it out. Since returning, he hadn't spoken much about his loss, but Roger always knew it was there, hiding just below the surface. It was good that he was finally letting some of it out.
"Thank you," Benny said back as he stopped crying, still leaning against Roger, holding him tightly.
While Benny was off for the Summer holidays, some of the Boys had taken some time off to spend with him, but today it seemed all of them were working. That left Benny in the house with just Roger and the apprentices.
In keeping with the promises the young master had made when bringing the apprentices into the house full time, they were being given all the help possible to assist them in finding work. As well as their daily chores around the house assigned by Roger and the occasional task or humiliation inflicted by their more senior dorm-buddies, most of their time was spent on achieving their goal of seeking employment.
While Kian, Harry and Shane were busy searching job sites for appropriate vacancies or working on their CVs, Benny had taken Rav upstairs to one of the two guest rooms. The twenty-three-year-old had his trademark air of cockiness about him as always, but he actually began to look a little nervous as he followed Benny into the room.
As they got inside the room and the door slowly swung closed behind them, Benny sat down on the bed, looking Rav up and down. His skin was so dark that it was sometimes hard to make out just how defined he was, but standing there with the light from the massive windows striking him, the curves and bulges of his muscles really showed.
Between the muscles, the dark, piercing eyes, the somewhat sizeable cock and his smug grin, it was hard for Benny not to get aroused, but he somehow kept his mind on the task at hand. "So you all ready for your interview this afternoon?"
"Yeah, I think so," Rav replied, his confidence suddenly seeming to ebb.
Benny had noticed quite quickly that Rav's confidence seemed limitless with almost everything that was thrown at him, until it came to his employment status. He had tried so hard for so long to find something, but all he kept getting was rejection after rejection and it had slowly chipped away at his self-esteem until there was almost nothing left.
"Well Roger tells me you're pretty good at the mock interviews he's done with you," Benny said, hoping to boost him just a little.
"Really?" Rav asked with an incredulous smirk, "I didn't think he thought anyone did well at anything!"
Benny stifled a smile. Roger's stoicism definitely had its place in keeping the Boys in line, but it really did little to help build their confidence. "Well he says you did well anyway, so just keep doing that and I'm sure it'll go great!"
"Yeah, maybe," Rav replied, unconvinced.
"Anyway," Benny said, quickly moving on before Rav could over-think things, "I've seen the stuff you brought with you to the house. There wasn't a lot. What are you planning on wearing?"
Rav shrugged. "I've got a shirt. Was gonna wear that," he said back.
"First impressions count, you need to look the part if you wanna succeed!" Benny said with a smile.
"Yeah well I don't exactly own a lot so I guess I'll have to make do!" Rav snapped back angrily.
Benny stood up quickly. "Hey, no... I didn't... I wasn't trying to insult you. Remember, I'm here to help!" he said defensively. He approached Rav, but walked past him towards the wall of wardrobes behind him. He started pulling them open, revealing rows and rows of clothing.
"Woah, what's that?" Rav asked, looking at the wall of clothing.
Benny grinned. "When I have guys move in, they don't exactly need much in the way of clothing," Benny said, referring to the policy of having his subs naked at all times. "I let them keep the day to day essentials they need for work in the wardrobes down in the dorms, but everything else they have gets stored up here. Over the years I've also bought quite a few things that they're all welcome to borrow as needed." Benny pointed to a specific section. "That's the formal wear. I figured we could go through it and pick you out something good for your interview. Like I said, first impressions count!"
"Oh, thanks," Rav said, looking slightly ashamed at his outburst and the assumption he had made about the boy.
"Hey, Shane, check your email," Harry said, looking up from the laptop. "I'm sending you a link to one you're perfect for!"
Shane looked across the dining table at the older man and smiled, "Thanks, what is it?" he asked.
"It's a construction job," Harry said, looking back at the job site he was looking through.
"Told ya mate, can't do it no more," Shane said with a shrug. "Doctor's orders!"
"Yeah, I know, I remember," Harry said. "This is like a trainee management job for a construction company!"
"Me? A manager? No fucking chance!" Shane said, shaking his head. "No fucker'd have me!"
"Well you don't know until you try," Harry said, not letting Shane's self-doubt bother him. "You've got experience in the industry, you're young and you don't mind working for a trainee wage. I reckon you'd do better than you think!"
Shane gave a lop-sided smile and shrugged. "Guess it's worth a shot!" he said. He had been sceptical when he came to the house, thinking that Benny's promise to help them was nothing more than a charade with which to get more subs under his control, but so far he had completely delivered on the promise. Harry definitely helped. The older man probably had the hardest job of them all, but he remained eternally positive and it was quite contagious.
Even more than his scepticism, Shane had mostly just been scared of joining the house. As he had explained to Benny when they first met properly, his experiences with other men were limited to the edgings he had been given, mostly by Malik. Those fears had also quickly been assuaged. He was at the bottom of the hierarchical ladder in the house, which meant even the other subs could boss him around and it was something that had already been taken advantage of regularly by some of the guys. Shane's muscles had proven quite an attraction for both Doms and subs in the house. Before he came along, Charlie had always been considered to have the best body, but now Shane threatened to take that crown. Even with the injury that had ended his construction career, he had been able to keep up the hard work he had put in over the years and now looked almost like a professional bodybuilder.
Shane's fear, however, was nothing compared to that of the boy sat between himself and Harry. Kian seemed to be terrified of everything and everyone. He spoke so rarely that he had actually been in the house for several days before some of the boys even realised he was Irish. While Rav had been a bit of a tease, winding the boy up now and then, Shane and Harry had been doing their best to put him at ease.
The relationship between the four apprentices was strange. In most of the activities their dorm-buddies pushed them into, the four competed against each other which should have made them rivals, but entering the house together, being at the same level and being together in the house every day while the others worked, they had naturally grown close to each other.
"How's your search going, buddy?" Shane asked the nervous teen.
Kian glanced at the muscular twenty-year-old and seemed to shrink into himself. He shrugged and replied almost inaudibly, "Okay thanks."
Shane frowned. He wanted to help the boy but wasn't quite sure how to go about it. He knew he had been spending a lot of time with Benny. Shane's turn sharing the master's bed had been just two nights ago and it had been fantastic. Benny had been as caring as he was strict, using the time to walk Shane through a few things he liked to do while just chatting and getting to know him. It had really put him at ease about a lot of things. He wondered if he was doing the same sort of thing with Kian and if we was, why it wasn't helping.
Before he could say anything else, the door swung open and Benny stepped in, grinning. Shane immediately noticed the change in Kian, the way he actually sat up, smiling. They all looked expectantly at Benny.
"Gentlemen..." Benny started, then grinned and continued, "May I present, for your perusal, ready for his interview this afternoon... Ravel Grainger!" There was a loud grunt from behind him, so he shook his head, cleared his throat and added, "Sorry, I mean, Rav Grainger!"
Benny stepped aside and Rav walked in. The other three stared at him. They had rarely left the house since joining it and, as such, had almost exclusively been naked around each other. The few times they had left, Rav had always worn the same scruffy jeans and t-shirt. Now he stood there, looking cocky as ever in a navy blue suit, underneath it a pristine white shirt, and pale blue tie. He wore black shoes, polished to an impeccable shine.
"Fuck dude, looking good!" Shane said, staring, slightly open-mouthed.
Rav grinned at the reaction, looking down at himself. He had never looked so smart in his life. "Thanks," he said, flashing Shane a smile.
"I'd hire him!" Harry said, nodding.
"Perfect," Ben said happily. When he had dressed Rav up, he had been too distracted by how much he wanted to fuck him to really consider the employability of him. He trusted Harry's judgement though. He had only know the new apprentice for a while, but he had proven himself sensible and level-headed so far.
Benny headed to the far end of the room where the three Boys were all sitting, then looked back to Rav. "I think you should take it off now, don't want it all creased up before your interview!"
"Yes Sir," Rav said, turning to head for the door.
"Nuh-uh. There!" Benny said, pointing to where Rav had just been stood.
Rav frowned for a moment before realising Benny wanted him to put on a show for him and the other apprentices. He moved back to the spot he had just vacated and popped open the button on his jacket. Allowing it to slide down off of his broad shoulders, he hung it on the back of one of the chairs.
The other four were already staring at him, the white shirt tight across his muscles, the small mounds of his nipples visible through the thing material. Giving his usual grin, he reached down and began undoing the shirt, staring at the bottom and working up. A small triangle of dark skin was exposed, gradually getting bigger as he undid more buttons, teasingly slowly.
Benny suddenly felt very conscious of his own erection. With the four apprentices in chastity, he would be the only one showing his arousal so obviously. He took the opportunity to get closer to Kian, standing behind the seventeen-year-old's chair, allowing one arm to drape down over his shoulder, a palm coming to rest on his chest.
Kian grinned up at Benny, tilting his head back against his master's stomach, then continued watching Rav.
With the shirt now fully undone, it was only the tie keeping it closed at the collar. The spectators were all expecting to come off next, but instead he tugged at the shirt, pulling the collar through, then let it slide down, placing it aside carefully like the jacket. He stood there now, naked from the waist up aside from the tie.
"Fuck!" Harry muttered, looking at the younger man and squirming uncomfortable as his chastity cage tightened.
Rav could see the affect he was having on the others and as well as arousing him, it spurred him on to keep going, despite the uncomfortable swelling on his own device. He reached down and slowly pulled open the belt, pulling it loose before tossing it aside, then popped open the button on his trousers. Tugging gently at the material, the zip slid down, revealing a tight pair of white briefs that contrasted heavily with the darkness of his skin.
Still grinning, Rav let the trousers drops, then kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them. He cursed the device en-caging his cock. The bulge in his briefs was substantial, but he knew that without the cage it would be all the more impressive. Now in nothing but briefs, socks and the tie, he began moving closer to the others, allowing his hands to casually explore his body.
"Rav," Benny called out. "Do you think you'd be more relaxed at your interview without the cage?"
Rav stopped dead in his tracks. He had gotten so used to the device that the thought of going without it hadn't even crossed his mind. He contemplated for a second, then said, ""Yeah, I think I would!"
"Okay then. Here's a little gift for you," Benny said, then looked to the others, "For all of you actually. I'm willing to release you for interviews. Think of it as a little reward for getting that far. How does that sound?"
The eager responses from all four made Benny grin. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small bunch of keys. He had taken to carrying them round as soon as the apprentices joined the house, occasionally using them to tease or taunt. Rav froze in place as Benny moved closer.
The boy stopped, staring Rav in the eye for a moment, before dropping to his knees, pulling down the briefs at the same time. He undid the small padlock then set about releasing Rav's tool. So far, he had yet to see any of the new Boys uncaged, so this was a treat for Benny just as much as it was for Rav.
Within seconds of release, Rav's cock was standing to attention. The other apprentices had seen it during their many edging sessions with Malik or one of the other Doms, but it had been a while and they had forgotten just how impressive it was. It reached skyward, curving upwards until it was parallel to Rav's flat stomach, the head large and engorged. Released from its confinement, it had grown considerably thicker too.
'Fuck, it's like he's got a third arm!' Benny thought to himself, standing back and looking at it, his own cock now begging to be set free. "Well we can't exactly let you go for your interview with it like that. I want you to impress them with your personality, not your cock. We'd better give you some relief. Extra present for you all then when you interview, a free fuck, you choose who!"
Rav's eyes immediately fell on Benny. He grinned.
"Anyone but me!" Benny said quickly. He would have loved to ride the enormous cock, but that would be something he would save to do in private, not in front of all the other apprentices. In fact, it would be Rav's turn to spend the night with him in just a few days, so he might have to 'unleash the beast' then too!
"Aww, fine," Rav said dejectedly, looking at the other three. Harry looked ravenous, Shane a little intimidated but Kian looked outright terrified. "I'll do Kian!" he said, unable to resist the younger man's obvious fear.
Benny felt Kian's hand reach up to grab his own as the boy tensed up. He looked up at Benny again, eyes pleading not to let this happen. This was exactly what Benny had feared. His feelings for Kian were going to interfere with his duties as a master. He wanted to just tell Rav to pick someone else. He was screaming it inside his head, but he kept his mouth firmly clamped closed. He couldn't protect the boy, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Go on then," Benny said, pulling his hand away and nudging Kian to stand up.
Kian was trembling as he stood, still looking to Benny for help that refused to come.
In a single leap, Rav jumped up onto the table. "Come on K, let's give 'em a show!" he said, grinning at the boy.
Kian gave Benny one last look before slowly climbing onto the table. Harry and Shane both closed their laptops so they could have an unobstructed view. Benny moved across to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lube. In that house, it paid to keep a stash in every room.
Almost in tears, Kian stood up shakily, looking at Rav.
"Hey," Rav said gently, leaning in to whisper in Kian's ear, "Don't worry, you know I wouldn't hurt ya, lil dude! If it gets too much, just squeeze my hand and I'll stop, 'kay?"
Benny looked on, wondering what Rav was saying as he tossed him the lubricant. The way he had so quickly singled out Kian had him a little worried. He had seen victimisation before, it was something Alex had done quite a lot, picking out the weakest to exert dominance. Was he going to have to keep his eye on Rav for the same thing?
As Kian turned and dropped onto all fours, Benny was mildly relieved to see that while he still looked nervous, a lot of the fear had vanished from his face.
Rav lubed his throbbing cock, then let a hand drop down to apply a little to Kian's hole. Benny felt a twitch in his cock at the sight of it. He had lubed that same hole so many times already, normally with Kian's own precum. It had become like a ritual to them, spooning, touching, lubing then fucking before drifting off to sleep, a routine they eagerly repeated upon waking the next morning too. He felt something else as he watched, something that felt worryingly like... jealousy.
It wasn't for Rav's cock, although he definitely wanted a go on it. He felt jealous seeing someone else touching Kian like that. Since the young Irish boy arrived, Benny had been fiercely protective of him, but before now he had never really been that possessive. It was a bizarre sensation to sit there eager to see it happen, but hating it at the same time.
Rav began pushing the head of his cock into the boy, who grunted gently in response to the intrusion.
Benny felt his hands clenching into fists. He needed a distraction, right away! He looked either side of him, two choices, Shane or Harry. Either of them would be a good choice. He had already fucked Shane (his first fuck, in fact) but had yet to have a night alone with Harry, so he briefly considered choosing the older man. Then he remembered something else, something he had found out about Harry in their first meeting. Being aroused, but not receiving any physical satisfaction was somehow the most exciting thing to the thirty-eight-year-old.
Benny quickly jumped up, looked at Shane and snapped, "Bend over the table!"
"Yes Sir!" Shane immediately replied, standing up and leaning over. As he rested on his forearms, he found his face barely a foot away from Kian's.
As Benny looked towards Rav to request the lube, he found the bottle already flying towards him, the apprentice already anticipating the request. Benny reacted quickly and caught it, placing it beside Shane as he quickly pulled off his clothes. He squirted some lube into his hand and thrust straight into Shane, catching him a little by surprise with the ferocity of it.
"Holy shit!" Harry muttered as he watched the two encounters going on right in front of him. His cock was pressing against the confines of his chastity device, a string or precum oozing from the tip down to the ground as his hands clenched tightly onto the seat of the chair.
Benny was already thrusting in and out of Shane before he could bring himself to look up at the other two again.
Rav was still on his first inward thrust, taking it incredibly slowly. He genuinely didn't want to hurt Kian and he head learned over the years that someone unused to his size, even if they were experienced at taking cock, could find themselves easily in pain from his fucking.
Before joining the house and finding himself locked up for so long, a fuck that slow would have meant it would be days before he would cum. However, being deprived of sexual gratification for so long whilst also being forced to do things he found unfathomably exciting, his threshold had been significantly lowered. He wasn't even fully inside the boy yet and he could already feel an eruption building. Seeing Benny ravenously fucking Shane wasn't exactly slowing down the process either.
Benny wanted to stop. He wanted to pull out of Shane, to yank Kian away from Rav and just hold the boy in his arms. He could tell Rav to pick someone else, anyone else, anyone in the house he wanted, just not Kian, but he resisted. Instead, he continued fucking Shane hard, enjoying the pleasured moans coming from both his victim and their spectator.
Harry was making no secret of his enjoyment. He had leant back in his seat, used his precum to lube one finger that was now buried in his ass while the other teased at his nipples.
Rav had got most of the way in now. Seeing no sign of a request to stop from Kian, he began sliding back out, not quite as slowly as the entry, but still slower than he intended to build up to. Pulled out far enough that only the head remained inside the boy, he pushed back in again, this time taking only a few seconds to enter fully.
Benny's eyes were fixed on Rav's cock, the massive tool trespassing on his property! He could feel the frustration building but kept it inside, slamming against Shane's ass vigorously to vent his anger.
All at once, they reached their inevitable conclusions. Rav shot inside Kian, his aching balls pumping spurt after spurt of thick spunk inside him while Benny filled Shane with his own seed. At the same time, Harry let out a pleasured moan as his cock spurted a massive glob of precum. That was as close to an orgasm as he was likely to get any time soon!
Pumping faster as he shot his load, Rav eventually came to a stop as he heard Kian whimper. He gently pulled out and placed a hand on the boy's back.
Benny quickly pulled on his clothes and dashed for the door before any of them really had a chance to recover. He looked back before he left and called out, "Okay, Roger will drive you to your interview later. The rest of you back to work, Roger will give you your orders for the afternoon a little later." Without waiting for a response, he left.
Benny sat in his private lounge, glaring at Victor. The older man had responded to Benny's texts earlier in the day and said he would come round for a chat after work. They had gotten down to business straight away. Benny had quickly explained everything that had happened, starting with his initial attraction to Kian and ending with his unexpected anger towards Rav. He had omitted his own suspicions about his feelings for Kian. Even with Victor it seemed impossible to put into word. He had demanded to know what was wrong with him and that was when Victor began laughing.
"Hey, don't laugh at me!" Benny said moodily, folding his arms, pouting and sitting back in his seat.
"Oh I'm sorry," Victor said, regaining his composure. "I really don't mean to be insensitive, but come on Benny. Really?"
"What?" Benny demanded.
"You are one of the most unusual teenagers I have ever met, Benny. The things you've done, the things you do, how mature you can be, the things you can handle," Victor started, then grinned again, "But this? Come on Benny, being jealous over seeing someone else fucking the guy you like... that's probably the most normal thing you've ever done!"
"Shut up. I don't like him. I don't do that any more!" Benny snapped.
That was when the smile fell completely from Victor's face. "You don't... do what any more?" he asked, slightly concerned.
"Like people. I have my Boys and they're important to me, but... I can't just like one guy. I... I need to be there for all of them equally," Benny explained.
"I don't... quite follow," Victor said. He paused, taking a deep breath as he relaxed back into his seat, eyeing the young man in front of him up and down. "Why can't you just like one guy?"
Benny hesitated. This wasn't something eh had thought about. In his mind, his hesitation had been purely about his duty to the house and everyone in it. The things he was saying now were as much a revelation to him as they were to Victor. "I think... maybe it's cos... I don't wanna lose someone else."
Victor frowned. In many ways, he had been expecting this sort of reaction. He had known Benny a long time now and he knew all the things the boy had been through. "Go on," he encouraged.
"Well think about it. I fell for Josh, hard. I loved him, I mean, I still do in other ways, but I mean I really loved him but he went and chose someone else which hurt me and I ended up hurting him back. Then I meet Charlie and just as I was starting to think I could love him as much as I did with Josh, bam, he cheats on me with Philip. I even thought I was falling in love with Zane for a while but he'd rather be with Roger anyway. It's just... every time I like someone, all they do is reject me for someone else!"
"You know that won't always be how it goes, don't you?" Victor asked quietly.
Benny nodded. "I do and I know it's stupid to say I'll never be with anyone again, but I kinda feel right now like... if it happened again, if I... if I let myself like him and... and he rejects me too... I... I don't think I could handle it!" By the end of the sentence, Benny was trembling, even the thought of it filling him with absolute terror.
Victor looked at the young man sympathetically. He knew, in his professional opinion, that there were lots of other factors in this but he had learned over the years that it was best to let Benny discover these things himself rather than to spoon-feed them to him. "Benny, only you can decide what you want and when you're ready for it but can I tell you something I've learned from both my own experiences and talking to so many patients over the years?"
Benny looked across at him, nodding slightly.
"Loss and grief and heartbreak can be extremely hard to deal with, but the thing that's hardest to overcome is regret!" Victor explained. "I've seen people spend their entire lives beating themselves up over the what ifs. What if I'd asked her out? What if I'd taken that job? What if I'd let him continue being my master?"
Benny's eyes widened at the last one, unsure quite how to respond.
"Don't worry, I've moved on since then!" Victor said, smiling warmly before Benny could attempt to respond. "But what I'm saying is, everyone has regrets, but it's easier to regret the things you did than regret the things you didn't!"
"So you're saying I should go for it?" Benny asked, smiling cautiously.
"I'm saying you should think about yourself two years from now. Think about future Benny. What would he regret more? A heartbreak or a missed opportunity?" Victor asked.
Benny chuckled and nodded. He got up and moved across the small gap between himself and Victor. He leaned down and hugged the man for a moment before standing back up. "Have I ever told you how glad I am that I blackmailed you into being my slave then set you free?"
"You know, I think Hallmark make cards for that. Maybe you should get me one!" Victor joked.
Benny laughed and hugged him again.
The evening's tasks had been completed quickly. Having the four apprentices in the house had made a significant impact to the Boys. With the four new guys doing all the housework during the day, it mostly left the rest of the subs free to engage in more enjoyable activities. Roger, Malik and Wesley had taken charge of one Boy from each dorm.
Malik, who usually relied on edging to entertain himself and his charges, was a little stumped when he found himself with two apprentices, Kian and Shane. Being locked in chastity, he had been initially unsure what to do with them until he got the idea to use them to tease David and Taro. While he enjoyed getting more hands on and edging the Boys himself, he was beginning to accept that he needed to use his position to actually teach the subs rather than just using them.
Throughout the session, he had talked Kian and Shane through the best techniques to keep the other two as close to the edge without going over. Malik was pleased to note that Shane seemed like a natural. Benny had advised him of how limited Shane's experiences were, so Malik was delighted to see how quickly he had David moaning and squirming under his surprisingly gentle touches.
Kian, on the other hand, was struggling somewhat. He seemed too scared to even touch Taro to begin with, despite the gentle encouragement of the other Boy. He even flinched every time Malik gave him a suggestion, as it being scolded.
Taro was no huge fan of being edged, but he would have welcomed it in comparison to the awkward fumblings of Kian's hands and mouth on his body. He had been somewhat relieved when Malik, frustrated with Kian's timidity, took over himself, making the apprentice stand and watch instead.
Roger had been given Charlie, Zane, Quentin and new Boy Rav for the evening. He had subjected them to a gruelling workout, although essentially ended up running two sessions at once – one for the ultra-fit Charlie and Rav then another for the unfit Quentin and asthmatic Zane. Rav's complaints about being expected to do so much more than Zane and Quentin were quickly met with an inordinate amount of push-ups, which earned him a harsh spanking when he inevitably failed to complete them.
At first, Quentin had been amazed at the way Roger was able to treat his lover, Zane, just the same as the other Boys, happily yelling insults in his face while belittling his physical capabilities. He wondered sometimes if the two really could separate their lives as sub/Dom from their lives as boyfriends or if there was some crossover between the two. Pretty soon, he found himself too exhausted to care. Quentin was certainly no slacker when it came to physical activity, especially after so long in the house, but he was in his mid-thirties and inevitably found it impossible to keep up with Charlie and Rav. It didn't help that his cock had stiffened at the sight of the two muscular young men working out in front of him and had continued to throb the whole way through Roger's session.
Meanwhile, Wesley had Josh, Robert, Philip and new Boy Harry with him for the night. He had initially planned to try something different from his usual routine of pain, but when he saw Robert in his group, he reverted to his old ways. Wesley was really no fan of Robert, more specifically his personality. Physically, Wesley found the older man incredibly attractive. The tattoos and piercings could always get him rock hard in an instant. The personality though, he was abrasive and obnoxious, two things Wesley hated. He had no real justification to go particularly hard on Robert. He was, after all, a perfectly well behaved sub, always following orders without question, but that didn't stop him flogging the older man mercilessly.
Teasing and torturing Philip was always a strange experience for Wesley, due to him being his brother's boyfriend. It was even stranger since the time the three of them had gotten off together in the lounge. Ever since that day, just being near Wesley seemed to make the twenty-five-year-old's cock stiffen instantly. Wesley wondered if it was just because Philip liked him, or because he was his boyfriend's brother. The latter option seemed a little strange until Wesley turned his attention to Josh. Although he had never met them, Wesley had heard a lot about Josh's brothers from Benny and occasionally found himself thinking about having all three McKenzie brothers restrained at his mercy.
Wesley was still learning about Harry. This was only the second time he had been set loose on the new apprentice. The first time, he had gone quite gently, not wanting to push him too far, too soon. This time however, with Josh, Robert and Philip all moaning from the pain that had been inflicted upon them, Harry stood in the centre of the room, hands restrained above his head and Wesley intended to find his limits. So far, he had yet to find them. It seemed no matter what punishment he inflicted on the thirty-eight-year-old, he just happily took more. His enjoyment was obvious from the literal stream of precum flowing from his encaged cock.
The three Doms all finished around the same time, the cellar filling with a flurry of activity as all twelve subs piled out of their respective playrooms at once. The three Doms all headed for the stairs together.
It was only as they started to go up that Roger paused for a moment, looked back and caught sight of Kian. Quickly heading for the boy, he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Aargh!" Kian yelped, literally jumping at the sight of Roger.
Roger shook his head. He was beginning to find the boy's constant fear quite amusing but didn't want to let it show. "Message from Benny. You're to stay in your own dorm tonight!"
"Oh... okay," Kian said, looking completely disheartened. He had been looking forward to it all day.
Without another word, Roger turned back and joined the other Doms heading upstairs.
"Hey bud, what's up?" Shane asked, seeing the youngest Boy standing there looking glum. He casually draped his arm around Kian's shoulders.
Kian tensed up at the sudden physical contact but forced a smile and said, "Nothing, I'm fine!"
"Come on then, we're all hitting the showers," Shane said, leading the boy round the hallways toward the shower room.
As the two apprentices got in there, they saw most of the showers already occupied by the rest of the Boys. They separated, each heading for a free shower head as chatter bounced back and forth across the room.
Most of the Boys loved the shower room. It was one of the few places the Doms never really came, which allowed them to talk more freely than they might in other spots around the house. Not that they had any secrets, but it was just easier to relax knowing that they wouldn't suddenly find themselves receiving some orders.
The apprentices, however, were not quite so free. Their position in the house was the lowest, meaning even the other Boys had seniority over them. The Boys were permitted to issue commands to the four apprentices, so long as the commands did not cause them to breach any house rules or explicit commands of the Doms. With one apprentice assigned to each dorm, it had naturally developed that they would only be given commands by their own dorm-buddies. That had resulted in each of them receiving very different treatments.
"Hey slave, get over here!" Charlie called out to Shane.
"Yes Sir?" Shane enquired, approaching Charlie.
Charlie and Philip had, as always, taken shower heads that were side-by-side and were in the process of making out, both of their cocks standing to attention.
"On your knees!" Charlie said, trying to sound masterful, although it came out sounding more like a polite request.
"Yeah, now suck us!" Philip added, as he pressed his body against his lover's. Their cocks were together, the two Boys twisting their bodies so the rigid dicks protruded for Shane to access them.
Shane, having quickly gotten used to being a sex toy for his two dorm-buddies, opened his mouth wide and took both cocks into it, sucking vigorously. His technique was not yet particularly good, but Charlie and Philip were more aroused by each other than by the apprentice's mouth anyway, so it didn't particularly matter.
Seeing the Dorm One apprentice being put to good use, Robert decided not to be outdone. Taro had not been particularly bothered by issuing commands to Rav, but Robert had taken great pleasure in it so far. He had stated on a few occasions that Rav needed to be taken down a peg or two, that his arrogance needed to be stamped out. The irony of his assertion was not lost on his fellow subs.
"You too, Boy. Over here!" Robert called out to Rav.
Rav hesitated for a moment, considering refusing the order. He had been on a high most of the day thanks to the support he had received from Benny for his interview, and then how well the interview itself had gone, but Robert seemed determined to piss him off before the day ended. Figuring it was better to obey Robert than face the wrath of a house Dom for failing to follow an order, he headed towards the tattooed man and stared him straight in the eye. "Yes?" he demanded.
"On your knees, open your mouth!" Robert commanded. Everyone was watching now. Even Shane was peering round while continuing to suck on Charlie and Philip.
Robert, whose cock was already swelling, gave it a few more strokes to get it to full firmness, then rammed it into Rav's mouth. It seemed like he was going to just facefuck the apprentice and the others began losing interest, returning to their showering when Rav suddenly started spluttering.
The young man reached up to push Robert away, but the older man grabbed his head and held it in place. The others wondered what was happening until they saw dribbles of yellow liquid pouring from the corners of Rav's mouth.
"Swallow it!" Robert ordered, keeping hold of Rav's head despite his struggling.
"Dude, not cool!" Charlie said, pulling his cock from Shane's mouth and stepping towards the struggle.
"Back the fuck off!" Robert snapped. "You know what the Doms said, we do what we like with these guys."
"Get off of him!" Charlie snapped.
Quentin stepped forward, also ready to intervene, then Kian caught his eye. The altercation had the Boy looking absolutely petrified. "Josh!" Quentin called out, gesturing to the Boy as he got his dorm-mate's attention.
Josh looked round and quickly caught on to what Quentin attended. He walked over to Kian, placed a hand on his back and quickly led him out of the shower room. Taro and Zane quickly followed, both seemingly heading upstairs. Josh left them to it, instead taking Kian back to their dorm. The door closed behind them, just as raised voices started coming from the direction of the shower room.
"You okay?" Josh asked, turning to face the younger boy. He had not spent much time with his dorm's apprentice yet.
"I didn't like that!" Kian said, looking down at the floor, head shaking slightly.
"It's okay, neither did I!" Josh said gently. The Boy was shaking, likely as much from cold as from fear. The cellar, like the rest of the house, was always kept at a comfortable temperature, but they were both still dripping wet. They had forgotten to grab towels on the way out of the shower room, but they kept a couple in their dorm anyway, so Josh grabbed one and cautiously draped it round Kian's shoulders.
"Thanks," Kian said quietly, grabbing the towel tightly.
Josh grabbed another towel for himself and started drying off. As he was drying his hair, he peered out from under the towel and saw Kian was still just standing there. "Hey, shouldn't you be heading up to Benny's room?"
Kian shook his head, looking more unhappy. "He doesn't want me!"
Josh chuckled. "Now I know that's not true!" he said, still smiling. He got a confused look back from Kian but figured it was best to stay out of it. "Don't worry about it. I know Benny, he probably just wants a night to himself," he said reassuringly.
"Yeah I guess so," Kian pouted.
"Hey, his loss is my gain!" Josh said happily. He was beginning to find himself feeling quite protective of the boy. He was only a little younger than Nick, one of Josh's younger brothers. He kept imagining how he would feel if it was Nick here in Kian's place. Dried enough for now, he tossed his towel aside and stepped towards the younger Boy. He noticed the Boy instinctively flinch as he reached out, but he apparently forced himself not to retreat.
"It's okay," Josh said gently, lifting the towel up slightly to dry the boy's hair and face. He thought he had been too rough and knocked Kian over when he felt the apprentice lean against him. He realised he was mistaken as he felt the Boy's arms wrap around him.
"This place is scary!" Kian whimpered as he leaned hugged Josh.
Josh held the boy in response, thinking for a moment. "You know you don't have to be here, don't you? Benny would let you go if you asked!" He smiled at his own comment. A few years earlier, he wouldn't have ever had such faith in Benny, so it pleased him greatly that he genuinely believed what he said now.
"I don't want to go!" Kian said back quietly. He let go of Josh and took hold of the towel, drying the rest of himself as Josh looked at him, mildly confused.
The older Boy turned and climbed up onto his bed, laying on his stomach to look down from his top bunk.
Kian hung the towel up on a hook behind the door then headed for his own bunk, below Josh's.
"Hey," Josh said, dropping his hand down onto Kian's shoulder. "Why don't you try this bunk," he suggested, pointing to the other top bunk, the one above Quentin's.
Kian looked up at it for a moment, then down at his own bunk and up one more time before slowly climbing the ladder. To begin with, he lay down on his back, head on the pillow, feet pointing towards Josh's bunk. He glanced down and saw the twenty-two-year-old still looking at him expectantly. He gulped, then shuffled round, bringing his pillow with him and laying on his front, facing Josh.
"So you're scared of this place, but you don't want to leave?" Josh asked quietly, mirroring the boy's position so their faces were now just a few feet apart across the ends of their bunks.
Kian pursed his lips, thinking for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Before I started coming here, doing this sort of thing was all I could think about. I wanted someone to just take control of me. But now that it's happening... I can't help it, it all just... scares the crap outta me!"
Josh nodded gently in response. "I can kinda understand," he said empathetically, "I wasn't that much older than you when I started doing this stuff and it was scary as hell, but I'm glad I did it."
"Well so am I," Kian said quickly. "But... when does it stop being scary?"
"I don't know," Josh answered honestly. "I think it's best to just take each day as it comes. I guess you'll get used to it eventually, especially with Benny looking out for you. He's a great master!"
"Yeah, and cute too!" Kian said, his eyes suddenly realising what he had shared. He buried his face in his pillow, cheeks burning bright red.
Josh laughed aloud and reached across, tousling Kian's hair playfully. "Relax, it's cool," he said reassuringly, still chuckling.
Kian eventually looked up, still blushing, getting another smirk from Josh.
"Come on then, Kian. Tell me something about yourself. If we're gonna be rooming together, I wanna get to know you," Josh urged him. The Boy had already shared more than he had ever expected to get out of him and he didn't want to lose the momentum now.
Just as Kian was about to reply, the door swung open and Quentin walked in. The younger Boy immediately clammed up, dropping his head back down onto his pillow, looking with one eye at their other room-mate.
"Hey Q, everything alright?" Josh asked, swinging his legs round and sitting on the edge of his bunk. He had been so caught up in looking after Kian that he had almost forgotten the ruckus they had left behind in the shower room.
"Robert's such a dick!" Quentin replied angrily.
Josh could already see Kian retreating back into himself in response to the older man's anger.
"Hey, it's alright, cool it," Josh said, gesturing to Kian with his eyes.
"Oh, sorry," Quentin said, taking a few moments to compose himself. "You okay, Kian?" he asked, looking up to the Boy. He got a silent nod in response.
"So what happened?" Josh asked, allowing himself to slide down off his bed, landing with a quiet thud on the concrete floor.
Quentin shook his head, sitting down on the chair between the two wardrobes opposite the bunks. "I'm not really sure. We tried to get Robert off of Rav, but then David insisted we had no right, that Robert was only doing what he was allowed to do, then Philip had a go at David and it just kinda spiralled out of control. By the time Roger and Benny came running in, it was like a free-for-all in there. One shout from Roger and we all stopped pretty quickly!" he explained, looking a little dazed about the whole thing.
"So are they doing anything about the way Robert acted?" Josh asked. Forced sexual acts were somewhat of a prickly subject for Josh. He had been forced to do things before, things he both did and didn't want to do. Sometimes he had found he enjoyed it, other times not so much, so the question of what was acceptable and what was not had become somewhat of a hazy grey area for him.
Quentin shook his head. "Nope. Benny said he hadn't actually done anything wrong!"
"What!" Josh said, looking amazed. "How?"
Quentin shrugged. "He actually admitted he might be the one at fault, he said he hadn't actually made it clear exactly what we are and are not allowed to do to the new guys, so with no actual rules in place, Robert hadn't broken any."
"Oh," Josh said, frowning slightly as he sat down onto Kian's former bunk. "I guess... that makes sense."
"Also, as Roger pointed out, Rav didn't make any attempt to say the safe word, or make the safety gesture as his mouth was... erm... occupied!" Quentin added.
Josh hadn't considered that. They had all been so caught up in what they thought was right or wrong, that it seemed nobody had actually considered how Rav himself might have felt. "So is he putting new rules in place?" Josh asked, concerned.
Quentin shook his head again. "Actually... no. He said it's up to the new guys," he said, glancing at Kian for a moment. "They're uncomfortable with something, then it's up to them to stop it."
Josh stood and reached up to Kian's bunk. "You hear that, Kian? You don't like anything being done to you, you just gotta say the word and it stops!"
The comment was supposed to put the Boy at ease, but instead the prospect of being in a situation like that only made him look more intimidated. He said nothing back, but grabbed hold of Josh's hand, gripping it tightly.
Throughout what was left of the evening, the three occupants of Dorm Four mostly kept to themselves, Josh texting on his phone, Quentin doing some lesson planning for the forthcoming term and Kian watching TV on in his phone. Conversations started up occasionally, but with Quentin concentrating on his work and Kian seemingly more scared than ever, Josh eventually gave up trying to force it.
Once they all decided to sleep and turned out the lights, Quentin and Kian quickly dropped off to sleep. Josh remained awake for a while. He often found it hard to sleep at the house. He was so used to sleeping with his boyfriend beside him that sleeping alone felt a little bizarre. He was comforted very slightly by the gentle snores from Quentin and quiet, gentle breathing from Kian. He was just beginning to drift off when he heard a change in the Boy adjacent to him.
Kian's quiet breathing grew more laboured, faster, gradually giving way to quiet whimpers. Josh felt bad for him. Even in his sleep it seemed the teenager was scared. He found himself thinking about his youngest sibling, Corey. He was a little younger than Kian. Occasionally, when Corey had started having bad dreams, Josh had comforted him by stroking his fingers through the boy's hair. He figured it was worth a go to see if Kian could be calmed the same way. He shuffled up slightly, reaching across his pillows to the soft, ginger hair, allowing his fingers to slide through it.
"Shh, it's okay, it's just a dream," he whispered softly as he stroked. "It's just a dream."
Kian's whimpers quietened, giving way to quiet content moans for a moment before returning to the calm, rhythmic breathing.
Happy with his work, Josh shuffled back down and closed his eyes. Once again he was just on the verge of drifting to sleep when Kian disturbed him again. This time he was moving. He felt the boy suddenly flop down next to him and get under the covers. He made no attempt to cuddle up to Josh or even touch him in any way, he just lay alongside him. Neither of them said a word as they gradually fell asleep.
Benny lay awake, staring at the ceiling, although it was too dark to actually see it anyway. He had asked Roger to pass on the message to Kian not to come up to his room tonight, based mostly on Victor's advice.
"Take some time to think about what you really want!" Victor had said as he was leaving. "He's not going anywhere, so don't rush into anything for a change, stop and think!"
Benny appreciated the suggestion, as he always did from Victor, but it seemed pointless. All he could do was think about it. The Boy had taken over his mind. He rolled onto his side, curled up and closed his eyes, determined to sleep, but it remained elusive. Grabbing a pillow from the other side of the bed, he hugged it close to his chest.
He sighed contentedly, imagining it was Kian, then felt bad as he realised it wasn't. "This is stupid!" he said to himself, releasing the pillow as he rolled onto his back. "He's right downstairs. If you want him here, go and get him!"
"You're talking to yourself, Benny. That's a bad sign!" he said to himself. "Fuck it, I want a cuddle!"
He jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. Bizarrely, even though most the residents of the house walked around naked at all times, Benny felt a little self-conscious about doing it himself. He crept out of his room and was about halfway to the stairs when he realised something. 'Why am I sneaking?' he thought to himself. 'I own this house and everyone in it. If I wanna go get someone to sleep with in the middle of the night, I'm allowed to!'
With renewed confidence, he stood up straight and casually strolled down the stairs. He smirked as he heard noises coming from Roger's room. Obviously he had Zane with him again and they were making the most of it!
He headed straight for the stairs to the cellar and walked down. The main hallway light was always kept on at night. As the light switch was over near the stairs, it was deemed safer to leave on so that anyone needing to use the bathroom wouldn't have to fumble round in the dark. Benny headed for the door to Dorm Four and opened it as quietly as he could. He could already feel his heart pounding as he imagined Kian waking up to see him, those beautiful eyes opening up.
He tiptoed in, the light from the hallway illuminating the room enough for him to see. He stopped as he noticed Kian's bunk was empty. Quentin was snoring away in his own and he could see Josh's back up on his bunk. Worried about where Kian might be, he quietly climbed the ladder to the bunk above Quentin, wondering if maybe the Boy had just switched beds. As he got up there, he saw the bedding had been disturbed, but again no Kian. That was when his eye caught a flash of ginger... beside Josh. The two were cuddled up to each other, sound asleep.
Silently Benny climbed back down and left, closing the door behind him. He felt numb. It was bizarre. He had seen Rav fuck the boy earlier in the day and felt a little jealous, but somehow this felt even worse. He could feel tears forming, but held them back as he made his way back up both flights of stairs. As he closed his bedroom door, he couldn't hold it back any more. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he dove back into his bed, burying his face in his pillow and pulling the covers over his head.