So you're probably asking, "Why chapter 18.5 and not chapter 19?" Well the answer to that is simple. This is not an actual chapter of Benny's House, just think of it as a little added extra. For anyone who has read Benny Takes Control and The Dangers of Desire (which is hopefully all of you!!), this is the story of Dale told from his point of view. It fills in a few gaps in various places and gives a little insight into what he's been through and why he decided to approach Benny about Josh.
This story does not contain any significant sexual scenes, so if you're just looking for a quick turn on, feel free to skip it. However, for everyone else I hope you enjoy Dale's Tale.
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Benny's House
Chapter 18.5 – Dale's Tale
by Matt
Hi. My name's Dale Spencer. Up until a few years ago, my life was fairly normal really. It was just the usual stuff, you know, school, friends, life, all that sort of thing. I'm gay but even when I came out that was really no big deal. My parents were unbelievably cool with it, my little brother Warren was fine and even my friends weren't bothered, so there wasn't even any drama there. But then... Benny happened!
The subject of Benny Harrison is a little tough for me really because while he's responsible for some of the best things to ever happen to me, he's also responsible for some of the worst too. I'd start at the beginning, but I wasn't actually around for that. While I've been filled in on the details, it's really not the same as witnessing it for yourself. But from what I've been told, Benny took control of a guy called Josh, his former babysitter and made him... I dunno, I suppose the best thing to call him is a sex slave!
Now considering he was only thirteen at the time, that's already pretty scary/impressive, but he didn't stop there. He got others involved. Josh's brothers Nick and Corey both got drawn in and then so did my little brother, Warren. That was when I got involved, partially by force, but mostly willingly simply to allow me to keep an eye on the situation and look out for my little bro.
A few days before that, though, I met someone, a guy. We met through mutual friends and ended up spending the day together. I didn't even notice it happening, but throughout that day, I started to fall in love and by the end of it, I was hooked. This is where things start to get complicated though. When I got involved in Benny's games, that was when I found out that the guy I had fallen for, Josh, was also involved.
I won't bore you with the full tale of everything that happened with Benny, I'll just say that throughout the week he was in control of Josh, emotions ran pretty high. So when Josh finally ended it with Benny, things got a little out of control.
Sunday 6th August 2012
I was at home, just hanging out with Warren when my phone rang. I couldn't help smiling when I saw it was Josh calling.
"Hey," I said happily as I answered. My smile quickly faded as I didn't hear voices, only sobs and heavy breathing. "Josh, are you okay?"
"Dale..." Josh croaked between sniffs.
"Where are you? Are you still at Benny's?" I asked. My panic must have been obvious as Warren looked as concerned as I felt.
"Yeah," Josh replied, then the line went dead.
I grabbed my coat and dashed to the door. Warren tried to come with me, but I wouldn't let him. I had made the decision a couple of days earlier to take Warren out of the situation he had been placed in as it was tearing him up. The last thing I wanted was to let him go back. He wasn't happy about it, but finally conceded to stay behind.
I drove over to Benny's as fast as I could. Thankfully there were no police passing by as I know I must have been speeding. When I got there, I looked round quickly but found nobody in the lounge or kitchen, so I headed upstairs and heard sounds from Benny's room.
I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Benny was standing in the middle of the room, shaking and staring down it his hands which were red while a cut on his back was trickling blood slowly. Over on the bed, Josh was huddled in the corner, knees pulled up tightly to his chest, various parts of him also spattered with red. The sheets were stained heavily too.
"What happened?" I asked.
They both looked round at me, staring, clearly in shock, but neither of them spoke. I ran across the room and climbed onto the bed. "Josh," I said tentatively, reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder. Again he looked at me but remained silent.
As I looked down I could see several cuts around both of Josh's wrists. With blood-stained handcuffs beside him, it wasn't hard to figure out how the wounds had happened. I felt like I was going to throw up. Not from the sight of blood, that's never bothered me, but just from the sudden swell of emotions I felt. Fear over how Josh had been hurt, and how it could have been even worse, white-hot blinding fury at Benny for what he had (presumably) done, anger at myself for leaving Josh with the boy in the first place.
I stood up, resisting the urge to beat the crap out of Benny and approached him. He still seemed as shaken as Josh was, but I grabbed both shoulders, shook him slightly to get his attention and demanded, "First aid kit?"
"In the... in the bathroom," he mumbled. As I started walking away, he called out, "I'm sorry!"
"Save it!" I snapped back. I think if he had attempted to say anything else, my ability to resist hitting him would have disappeared completely. I ran out to his bathroom, looked in a cabinet and found the first aid kit.
I headed back to the bedroom and gently pulled Josh's hands away from him one at a time to clean and dress the wounds. I don't know whether it was from having the injuries dealt with, from me touching him or just the time that passed, but by the time I was done Josh had calmed down substantially, even managing a weak smile at me. I pulled him into a tight hug and held him for several seconds before letting go and turning to Benny.
I grabbed the chair from the desk, pulled it across to the boy and placed the first aid kit on it. He looked scared already, but having me looming over him intensified the expression. He seemed a little surprised when I started cleaning the wound on his back, partly because he didn't even seem to realise he had been hurt, but also because I don't think he had expected me to show that level of care.
Once Benny's wound was dressed, I led him out of the room and into the bathroom. "Clean yourself up!" I snapped before leaving him to it.
When I got back to Benny's room, Josh had finally moved off of the bed and was standing where Benny had been earlier. I pulled him into another hug and he completely broke down, sobbing helplessly on my shoulder for a couple of minutes.
Once he had calmed down again, he whispered to me, "I thought he was gonna kill me!"
"Hey, it's okay now," I reassured him, stroking a hand up and down his back.
"Don't be too mad at him," Josh pleaded.
I couldn't understand why he would say that. The boy had assaulted him and, by Josh's own admission, almost done worse. How exactly was I supposed to not be mad at him?
Benny reappeared at the door and stopped, apparently unsure what to do next. I pulled away from Josh slightly and raised a hand up to his cheek. "Go get yourself cleaned up, okay?" I said gently, then watched as he walked away, Benny moving aside to let him pass, the two not even daring to look at each other.
I glanced round at the bed, the sheets looking like a murder scene from a TV show. It was amazing how far so little blood could spread. I started pulling the sheets off and Benny walked up behind me.
"Can I... help?" he asked cautiously.
"You can get me some clean sheets, then get dressed and go downstairs," I said coldly. It was still taking every ounce of self control I had not to lash out at him.
He did as I commanded and was gone a couple of minutes later. As I finished making the bed, Josh came back and I helped him dress.
"Where's Benny?" he asked nervously.
"I told him to wait downstairs. I think... I need to call the police," I said, not completely sure of the best way to handle it.
"No, don't!" Josh argued back immediately.
"Josh he... he assaulted you! He's dangerous!" I snapped, my anger almost flaring out of control.
Josh shook his head, taking a step back.
"Sorry," I said, forcing myself to remain calm, realising that my anger was only scaring Josh more.
"It's ok," he replied with a nod, "But he's not dangerous, he's... oh god, he's just a kid!"
I took a deep breath before I spoke. "Yeah, a kid that could have killed you," I argued. As far as I was concerned, he needed to be locked up.
"No," Josh insisted. "He's just been through a lot this week and it was... he just couldn't cope with it all. Remember, he's only thirteen!"
I knew what Josh meant. In the space of just over a week, Benny had become Master to a small bunch of guys, gained massive levels of power and influence over them, fallen in love, been rejected, then lost all the power he had built. For an adult it would have been tough, but for someone lacking emotional maturity it must have been horrifically confusing. While I still thought we should have done more, I conceded to Josh's request not to involve the police or Benny's parents.
I stayed with them that night, wanting to ensure nothing else happened. The next day, Benny's parents got home and we left.
Josh soon got back to normal after leaving Benny, well as normal as he could. That week had changed him. Before it, he had been one hundred percent straight and very much the man in charge, but the things he had done had helped him discover not only that he was bisexual, but that he had a submissive side that he wanted to explore some more.
We actually started dating properly after that and it was great... mostly. On the nights when I'd stay over at his house or he'd be at mine, it was a fairly common occurrence for him to wake up after nightmares about Benny, or sometimes just talk in his sleep, calling out for help. That all got a little better five months after the assault when we saw Benny again.
It was his fourteenth birthday and it was the first time any of us had seen him since our week together. He actually apologised for what he had done, which I suppose was nice, but I just couldn't get past it. I still couldn't trust him. He could appear as reformed and remorseful as he liked, to me he would always be the boy who hurt my Josh.
A few months after that, Josh and I finally moved in together. We found a great place relatively close to both mine and Josh's parents' houses and everything was amazing. From what happened in that week and dating Josh, I gained more than just a boyfriend, I gained a second family. Nick and Corey became like my own little brothers while Pippa and George, Josh's parents, became like a second Mum and Dad to me and Warren.
I suppose the only major problem we had for a while was Josh's unsated desires for submissiveness. Every now and then, I'd try and help him out with it, but it didn't always work out for the best.
Saturday 13th July 2013
"Hey, it's just us," Josh called out as he came in through the front door. He had been out for the morning, taking Corey to his usual Saturday morning football practice which he stayed to watch.
Aside from giving me Saturday mornings to myself, it was great to see Josh and Corey doing stuff together. It seemed strange to me when Nick told me how Corey used to be so cold and aloof towards both of his elder siblings. Seeing how close the three of them were now, it seemed hard to believe. It always made me remember that some good stuff had come from the week with Benny, but ultimately that train of thoughts always lead back to anger at how it had ended.
"Hey guys," I said happily as Josh came across to the sofa where I was sat, followed by his little brother.
As I leaned back over the rear of the sofa, Josh kissed me. "Hey sexy," he said happily. He started to walk round the sofa to sit next to me, but before he could, Corey vaulted over it and flopped down beside me, poking his tongue out at Josh. "Beat ya to it!" he taunted.
Josh simply shrugged and said, "Whatever, I wasn't going to sit down anyway," he said unconvincingly. He turned back around and headed towards the kitchen. "Who wants a drink?" he asked.
"I'll have a coffee please," I requested.
"Coke for me!" Corey demanded.
Josh headed out of the room leaving me alone with Corey. "He okay today?" I asked.
Even though Corey was still so young, he was always wise beyond his years. Josh tended to confide in him quite a lot and it really helped that the boy could read him like a book. "Yeah, seems to be," he said with a slight shrug. "Although he's clearly got sex on the brain again."
I sniggered. "Yeah, but doesn't he always!" I said with a grin.
"Maybe he wouldn't if he got what he needs," Corey said bluntly.
I frowned at the comment. I wanted to argue back, tell him that I was all Josh really needed, but I knew it wouldn't be true.
"Just do it!" Corey insisted.
"It's not that easy," I argued, sitting back and folding my arms.
"Sure it is. Tie him up, call him some names, fuck him senseless and you're done. Simple as that!" Corey explained. It still seemed wrong to be talking to someone so young about such things, and even more wrong to hear him saying those sort of things so confidently.
"If it's so easy, then why don't you do it?" I argued back, a little annoyed that he was making it sound like the fault was with me.
"Because I'm straight and he's a guy... and my brother!" he said back.
"Whatever, now shut up, he's coming back," I said as Josh came back in with our drinks.
That afternoon, once Corey had left I kept thinking about what he had said. Was it really that simple? I was cuddling with Josh on the sofa when I decided to try it. I sat up, looked at him and ordered, "Stand up!"
He looked back at me and frowned. "No, you stand up!" he said back.
"No I'm... I'm ordering you," I said, already a little thrown.
"Oh!" Josh said, realising what I was doing. "Okay then." He jumped up and looked at me expectantly.
"Could you... take your clothes off?" I said. In my mind it was an order, but it came out as a somewhat timid question.
Josh scowled at me and remained standing still.
"Take your clothes off!" I said, as firmly as I could manage.
He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway, slowly undressing. The first thing that struck me was that he wasn't even remotely hard. If it was really as easy as Corey had implied, then he would have been solid and ready to go, simply from being told what to do. Sadly that was not the case.
"You should... you should be hard," I said, again thinking of it as an order but conveying it as more of a general observation. He just stared at me, eyebrows raised. "Erm... get hard!" I said.
He sighed and started stroking his cock. He did it for a couple of minutes while I watched but his cock remained distinctly flaccid. I started to panic, knowing I had to do something.
"You failed... faggot," I said, flinching a little as I called him the name. Josh actually smirked a little. "Get over my lap, right now!" I ordered.
Josh jumped back onto the sofa and lay across my lap.
"For failing to do as ordered, you're going to get spanked," I said. I'm not sure what I expected him to say, but I paused for a few seconds anyway.
Josh apparently didn't know what he was meant to say either. He waited a few moments before finally saying, "Well go on then!"
I slapped my hand down onto one of his cheeks, but I was so scared of hurting him that it barely even made a noise. I heard Josh sigh disappointedly. I forced myself to do it again, slapping as hard as I could. The noise echoed round the room and Josh yelled out.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" I asked, my hand already rubbing the reddening cheek to comfort him.
Josh just buried his face in the sofa cushions, shaking his head slightly. "This really just isn't working, is it?" he asked, his voice muffled.
"I guess not," I said unhappily.
Josh sat up, pulled me into a tight hug and then kissed me passionately for several seconds. He rested his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes and smiled. "But thank you for trying," he said gratefully.
"I just... wish I could give you what you want," I said sadly, my hand gripping his.
"You already do. All I want is you!" he said before kissing me again.
When we parted, I looked down and saw that he was hard now. "Well," I said, taking hold of his erection, "There's no point letting this go to waste!"
I tried a few more times over the next year to be more dominant, but it pretty much always ended up like that. We still got on great though. Life was good. I had my boyfriend, my friends, my brothers, pretty much everything I could ever need, but as always seems to be the case, all good things must come to an end.
Once again things got bad and much like before, Benny was partly to blame (although far from entirely). Josh went to see him. He had finally had enough of being scared of what had happened that Summer with Benny. He decided it was time to confront him about it. He did it. He spoke to Benny, he cleared the air and that should have been it, but it wasn't. Seeing Benny again simply reignited Josh's desires. He actually came close to going back to Benny, but thankfully it never happened.
Amazingly, it was Benny that ended up turning Josh away. That was the first thing that planted the seed of doubt in my mind. It made just the smallest part of my mind think that maybe Benny had changed as much as Josh claimed he had. Apparently, he was in charge of an entire house full of subs and had grown up a lot. I wanted to believe it, but I still couldn't think about him without picturing that day in his room.
I suppose I could blame Benny for what came next, maybe say that it was seeing him was what pushed Josh to behave so erratically, but I don't think it would be fair to pin all the blame on him. Josh and Warren were having an affair, pretty much the whole time we were together. Yeah, it was Benny that got the two of them together in the first place, but they both knew what they were doing in hiding it from me.
Of course, as is always the way with these things, I found out about it. Looking back, I think my response may have been a bit of an over-reaction, but finding out the guy you love (who had also been doing a lot of other crazy shit) was in love with your own little brother would be enough to push anyone's buttons! We broke up and I just left. I had to get away from all of it.
We might have actually reconciled pretty quickly if it hadn't been for the interference of someone I thought was a friend. Thanks to his unwelcome intervention, I was under the impression Josh didn't want to get back together and Josh had been lead to believe the same about me. It was only when things really hit rock bottom that we came to see the light. Warren... almost did something terrible to himself. Thankfully he didn't, but the shock of that was enough to make us put aside some of the petty crap we had been holding onto.
I finally spoke to Josh again after that, but there was one final problem to deal with... Josh still loved Warren. My little brother and I talked about it. We were sick of all the pain and the drama, we just wanted it to end, so we made it simple.... we let Josh decide!
Thursday 19th March 2015
"I think... when I found out about you two, I just thought it was... I dunno... just some sleazy affair, some way of sneaking around behind Nick and my backs. I could tell from talking to Warren that it wasn't like that, was it? You loved him. I mean... really loved him, the same way you loved me. Am I right?" I asked.
Josh nodded. I felt a lump in my throat. I hoped he'd say no and make all of this much easier.
"That's what I thought." I said with a slight nod. "He still loves you and he knows I do too, but.... you can't be with us both. That's why we decided to leave it up to you."
"What?" Josh asked, staring at me.
"If you want Warren, then I'll be okay with it. He'll still be my brother and hopefully we could be friends. And if you choose me, Warren said he's happy to do the same." I explained.
"What, just like that, I have to choose?" Josh asked, eyes wide with shock.
I nodded. "Yeah, me or Warren. Who's it gonna be?"
Josh stared at me for several seconds before he could bring himself to speak. "I love Warren. I really do. He's... he means the world to me!" Josh explained.
His every word felt like a tiny knife stabbing me through the heart.
"But it's you!" he added, with a smile, a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
"Wh.. what?" I stuttered, barely able to comprehend.
Josh smiled, almost laughing. "Of course it's you. Oh my God, Dale, I... I can't.... there just... the words don't exist to explain how much I love you. Every day without you has been like a living hell and I never want to have another one of those days. I love you!"
"I love you too," I said back.
We kissed and we hugged and we kissed some more and that was it. We were back. We were Josh and Dale again.
Warren took it pretty hard at first, but he soon came around. I think he saw how happy Josh was and that made it a little easier for him. I sometimes catch them looking at each other and feel a little guilty about keeping them apart, which is stupid because I'm not doing anything wrong, but I can't help the way I feel any more than they can I suppose.
I knew he'd get over it though, especially when he met someone else, but that's another story. What mattered was that Josh and I were back together. While we had been apart, he had managed to find himself a new Master who actually turned out to be Sam, a friend of Warren and Corey. To begin with, I was happy for Sam to continue in that role. I think by then I had resigned myself to the fact that, even if I was with Josh, I would always have to share him with someone who could help indulge his submissive side.
I got to know Sam a little better over the next couple of weeks and while I got to like him better as a person, I had a few reservations about him as a dom. I think my main concern was his lack of experience. After seeing the way Josh had been hurt by someone so inexperienced it alarmed me a little to potentially have it happen again. I ended up asking them to end it and while they were both a little disappointed, they understood why.
That was when my search began. I signed up to every site I could find related to doms and subs, hoping to find a new Master for Josh. It seemed like the simplest solution to do it myself. That way I could be happy with whoever I chose, while making sure Josh's needs were met. As anyone who has ever been on those sites can probably tell you, it can be a harrowing experience. Those places are full of freaks and weirdos.
It took some time, but I found a few guys that I was willing to consider for the position. I arranged some meets to see how it went, but they were mostly... unsuccessful.
Friday 10th April 2015
Josh looked as nervous as I felt as we waited for him to arrive. He was one of the more sane doms who I had spoken to. He said he was okay with out situation, claimed to have plenty of experience in domming and was happy to come and try Josh out. His name was Paul and he was due at seven, which was only five minutes away.
There was a knock at the door. Josh and I just looked at each other.
"Sure you wanna do this?" Josh asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, definitely. And I know you need this!" I said as I got up to answer the door.
"I don't NEED it," Josh defended. I simply raised an eyebrow in response and and he conceded, "Okay, maybe I do."
Smiling at the comment, I opened the door. "Hi Paul," I said politely as I saw the man standing there.
He didn't reply, he simply barged in. If I hadn't stepped aside, I think he would have pushed me out of the way. He looked round and saw the lounge to his right, heading straight into it.
"Hi, I'm Josh," Josh said, standing up from the sofa.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?" he yelled at Josh, walking up to him.
Josh looked at me nervously, then back to Paul and said, "Sorry Sir!"
"YOU DID IT AGAIN!" he snarled. He raised a hand and slapped Josh.
"Whoa, hold up!" I called out, dashing over to them. "This isn't what we discussed."
"We discussed me being this worthless little shit's master and by the looks he needs a LOT of training!" Paul said angrily. He raised his hand again to slap Josh, but I grabbed it.
"You touch him again and I'll fucking kill you!" I growled furiously at him. I tugged on his arm, dragging him away from Josh and towards the door.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" Paul yelled at me, tugging his hand free of my grasp.
"Get out!" I snapped, opening the door.
Paul glared first at Josh and then at me. "Ugh, fucking time wasters!" he snapped before marching out. As the door closed behind him, I heard a loud thud as he kicked it.
I turned to Josh, walked to him and put my arms around him. "You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I think it's a no to that one!" he said back playfully.
Tuesday 14th April 2015
After what had happened with the last potential Master, we were both a little more hesitant with the next one. Again there came a knock at the door a few minutes after the time we had arranged and I answered.
"Hi Fred," I said politely. The man was in his late twenties, he stood at about 5'11", light brown cropped hair with an average build and a nervous smile on his face.
"Hi Dale," he said back happily, waiting to be invited in.
I moved aside and gestured for him to enter. He took off his coat and hung it on a hook behind the door, then stood waiting for me to take him through. A definite improvement on Paul.
"This way," I said, leading him to the lounge.
As we walked in, Josh smiled at the man. "Hi Fred," he said nervously.
"Whoa, you're even hotter than your pics!" Fred said, stopping dead in his tracks.
"Thanks," Josh said, blushing.
I stood back, letting the scene play out without any interference from me.
"So... what now?" Josh asked.
"Erm... I... erm..." Fred stuttered nervously.
Josh could obviously see the nerves and decided to try to move things along. "Well what do you normally have your subs do first?" he asked.
"I... I would... erm... maybe... have them strip for me," Fred said, sounding more terrified with each passing moment.
Josh shot me a glance which I returned with a shrug. "Okay," Josh said, then started to undress. Without any more specific instructions, he simply stood there and removed his clothes. Naked, he looked again to Fred and asked, "And then?"
"Oh fuck, you're hot!" Fred mumbled, staring wide-eyed.
Josh's eyes narrowed. "You... have done this before, haven't you?" he asked.
Fred looked round at me then back at Josh, looking back and forth between us, his expression akin to a rabbit caught in headlights. "Y.... yeah.... of... of course," he said completely unconvincingly.
I sighed. "You're lying," I said, stating the blindingly obvious.
"Okay," he confessed. "I'm not really that experienced, but.... but I want to be and... well, you guys were just so hot... and I wanted to see..." he rambled on.
I sighed again and walked over to him. "I'm sorry, Fred. You seem like a lovely guy, but we really do need someone with a lot more experience."
"Can't I... get that experience with you guys?" he asked hopefully.
I shook my head. "I'm sorry," I said.
Now it was his turn to let out a heavy sigh. He let me lead him back to the door and he left without making any fuss.
I returned to the lounge and looked at Josh who was already getting dressed again. "Another one down," I said unhappily.
Every other guy I arranged to meet ended up with similar problems. Most of them were all smug and confident online but then seemed to lack any substance in person, while another one was very much like Paul in that he thought being a dom and being a bully were the same thing.
Even after Sam stopped being Josh's Master, he would still come round for occasional visits, usually accompanied by my little brother. While Warren and Josh would have a cuddle and catch up on things, I was always kept company by Sam. He was aware of our ongoing search for a new Master so I had plenty to tell him about with the various guys we were auditioning.
He also told me about the times he had seen Benny recently. He confessed what had happened with James and while a small part of me was happy to hear about my former friend's suffering, I was glad Benny had been there to intervene. The more Sam spoke about Benny, the more it sounded like Josh's opinion of him a couple of months earlier had actually been right. It truly did sound like the boy had changed for the better, maturing significantly.
He told me all about Benny's house, passing on pretty much everything his friend had told him about it. Aside from being a little intrigued and curious about it, I started to get an idea about resolving mine and Josh's issue with needing a new Master. Sam seemed quite keen to see the house for himself, but I asked him to tell me if he was successful. I needed to know more. Benny could talk about it as much as he liked and say he had changed, but I wanted to know what actually went on in his house from an outsider's perspective.
When Sam was finally allowed to visit, he did as I asked and reported back to me right away. I was amazed to hear what Sam had seen and more than a little surprised to find out about Benny actually being a decent Master. If I hadn't had so many bad experiences with the Masters I had met online, I doubt I ever would have entertained the notion of letting Josh go back to Benny, but it seemed that he was actually the best option available to us.
I decided to go and see Benny. I knew it would be strange. Aside from the brief contact we had on his fourteenth birthday, the last time I saw him had been that weekend when he hurt Josh. I decided to rise above it, to try and put the past behind me for Josh's sake.
And that really brings us up to today. I saw him, I spoke to him, I explained the way things are. I made it clear that while he was about to become Josh's Master again, Josh was mine and always would be. Now the only thing left to do was break the news to Josh. But of course, Benny has a plan! Doesn't he always?!