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The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 01

By: jayjayk



(Author's note: This is the third installment in the The Brownstone series. The first two installments are The Brownstone: Michael Ch01 and The Brownstone: Michael Ch02. I hope you are enjoying the series!) 

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I woke up to sounds coming from downstairs. Michael was stretched out across me, his head planted firmly on my chest. I didn't want to wake him, but I could tell from the enticing smells wafting into our room that dinner was nearly ready. Gently I shook him awake letting him know we weren't alone. 

"Peyton is here, he's brought dinner" I said. Michael started to move away from me but suddenly I didn't want the bubble to burst on this time we had together and pulled him back into my arms, he more than willing receded. Sighing I turned to Michael and gazed on his beautiful face. "It's Thanksgiving...we have to have a proper meal...we have so much to be thankful for." 

The dinner was all that and more. 

"What would you like to do now Michael?" I asked leaning back in his chair after eating way too much. It was one of those moments in life that couldn't get any better -- something I had been having a lot of the past few days. 

"Hmmm...I think I'd like to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth...just like you did last night." He said with a hungry grin on his face. Like any nineteen year old that just discovered fucking all Michael wanted his life to be about was sex, sex and more sex.

I couldn't help but laugh and immediately regretted it when Michael looked at me crestfallen. "I'm not laughing at you," I said, "I'm laughing because I can't even begin to tell you how much I admire an insatiable man -- especially the one that is sitting across from me!" 

Michael rewarded me with an eager ear-to-ear grin. "I don't know how much it is being insatiable or how much it's just you...because right the only thing that is making me hard is you Charles." 

"Well then Michael, I'm thinking that if you want to suck my cock you are going to have to do something that would earn you the right to suck it." Michael gave me a curious look. He had no idea what I wanted him to, but I could tell he was game for anything. 

We were still in the dining room. Peyton had retreated to the kitchen and was busy cleaning up. Michael looked around the room trying to think what he could do to get my attention. After a lengthy silence he stood and walked to where I was sitting. He was so close I had no choice but to push my chair back a little so he could slip between me and the table. Without a pause he unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. I gave him a slight wave of my hand letting him know the shirt had to go also. 

Michael's cock was just inches from my face. At first I thought he was going to simply give me a close up view of him masturbating his now hard cock but a moment later he reached behind him and picked up the bowl of whipped topping Peyton had left to go with our desert. He held the bowl out to me and asked patronizingly nice for me to hold it for him. I couldn't help the smile that touched my lips. 

Slowly, using just one finger Michael pushed his cock towards the bowl dipping just the head in. He let it linger for a moment before pulling it out, letting me see his cream dipped head before he pushed it towards my lips. Happily and definitely greedily I flicked my tongue across the head of his cock licking every drop of the topping off him. When I was done he pulled away and dipped into the bowl again, this time allowing more of his cock to be covered in cream. Again I didn't hesitate when Michael returned his cock to my mouth. We repeated this several times with me surprising him with how much of his cock I could take in my mouth. 

"The hell with this," I finally said pushing him back on the table, his ass teetering on the edge as I poured the entire bowl of whipped cream on him slathering his cock, balls and ass with the topping. I pulled my chair back to the table leaning in between his legs and methodically began licking him clean, first his cock, then his balls and then his ass. Michael moans drove me to want to give him more and more pleasure.

"You are the best desert I could have... fuck...it would be so easy for me to just fuck you right now...but I really want this big beautiful cock of yours to cum for me again Michael." Michael continued lying on the table hoping, I think, that I would change my mind and take him right there. "I just can't decide how I want you to cum." 

"What are my choices?" He asked, trying to push his ass closer to my mouth, he too wanted more.

"You can masturbate for me and I could lick your sweet juices off your body..." I said flicking my tongue against Michael's twitching hole. "...or I could suck you off and eat your delicious cum right from your slit..." My tongue flicked out again, this time the tip pushing at his hole. "Or you can fill me with that fat lovely cock and fuck me until you shot your load deep in me..."

"Mmmmm....I think I want to fuck you," Sitting up suddenly, he grabbed my head and drew me to his mouth kissing me roughly. His tongue was hungry and wanting. "and also cum in your mouth." He whispered in my mouth. 

"Then that is what we will do." I helped him off the table and we quickly made our way back to the bedroom. 

In the bedroom I stood silently by the bed. Michael had already taken his clothes off in the other room, but I was still dressed. My controlling side surfaced for a brief moment when I blurted out for him to undress me. Standing in front of him, eye to eye, Michael licked his tongue over mine. When my mouth gaped open slightly Michael took advantage and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth biting it gently. I opened my mouth more, wanting to feel his tongue against mine again. Michael sucked my tongue into his mouth dancing it against mine. Without breaking the kiss he moved his hands to my shirt and seemed to work feverishly to get it unbuttoned. What he lacked in finesse he made up in having raw sexuality. My shirt dropped to the floor and he knelt down in front of me. The bulge in my pants grew exponentially. I looked down on him, his eyes raised up to meet mine. He was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. His fingers fumbled at the zipper and it seemed forever until my pants and boxers fell away but soon enough my rock hard cock and balls were in his sights and he took full advantage, sucking the head and as much of the length as could into his mouth. 

"Fuck... Michael...what are you doing to me...." I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer sliding more of his cock to the back of his throat. I had a firm grasp on his head as I starting stroking in and out of his mouth. 

"I don't want to cum right now Michael...I am enjoying your mouth too much...I love how much of my length you are able to take in your mouth. I feel like I can almost slide down your throat, and maybe one day I will." My eyes were still locked on his and I could see the total supplication written on his face -- he would do anything and everything I asked of him. Nothing in my entire life felt as right as it did at this very moment in time. "Also, I need you to fuck me first. I want to taste your cum sliding down my throat."

Reluctantly he liberated my cock from his mouth. I turned to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. Squirting a liberal amount into my palm I turned back to him and motioned for him to stand. His eyes fixated on my hand as I directed his cock to my hand and slid it across the pool of lube. My fingers wrapped around his cock coating the head and shaft. 

"Lay down" he said pulling the covers from the bed. A part of me wanted to laugh at how he was trying to be so assertive, so dominant, with me, but I knew he wouldn't understand why I found it humorous. I did what he said, letting him take the lead, to see how far he would go with it. He moved between my legs, spreading them and drawing them apart. Moving closer I felt his cock touch lightly over my twitching hole. Fuck...I couldn't believe how much I wanted him!

"Relax" he whispered. He moved closer to me. He pushed my legs forward as far as they would go and held himself still for a moment, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm going to fuck you now" he hissed in this voice I hadn't heard before and without hesitation he slammed the entire length of his cock into me. 

I moaned, no I screamed, so loudly the hairs on my arms stood up...the pain, no the pleasure rippled throughout my body. This beautiful beautiful man had no idea just how much pleasure he was giving me. Michael moaned too, mouthing that he loved my 'gloriously tight ass' that surrounded him. He never took his eyes off of me and the moment he felt me relaxing and my moans starting to subside he pulled out of me quickly. I felt cheated and empty. Michael could see that and had a knowing grin etched across his lips and a second later he slammed back into me again. 

"Fuck yes! Michael, fuck my ass...I want to feel you fuck me like I've never been fucked before...shove that fucking hot cock all the way into me..." I let my commanding words drive him harder and deeper into me, pounding my ass unrelentingly. Sweat was dripping off my body and all I wanted was more.

We were both panting hard, his hard body riding itself deeper into me. I realized in a moment of clarity just how attuned I had become to this man so quickly, I could both see and feel his need to cum on his face and through his body. He was trying to hold off as long as possible -- was it for his pleasure or for mine...I didn't know, I didn't care. I sat up, I could see his body shaking uncontrollably as he hurriedly ripped his cock from my ass, took his cock in hand and pushed it to my mouth just as he erupted, sending wave after wave of his nectar in my mouth. I eagerly lapped up every drop of his hot juices. 

Then I saw it...that grin again -- sending me his message -- he wasn't done with me yet. 

He returned to my ass and slid back into me, only more gently this time and started over again. Long deep slow strokes. His eyes were locked on mine like he was looking into my soul. He came over and over again, deep in my ass, before his cock was done. It wasn't until he was thoroughly spent that he collapsed in arms, our mouths at each other, our bodies intertwined as one as we lay together and waited for the world to catch up to us. 

I found myself oddly quiet. 

"You okay?" He asked.

"To quote the sexiest man I know...Fuck yes!" I said hugging him closer to him. My hand held his, for first time since I met him, flaccid cock.

Silence prevailed but we didn't sleep. Michael's hand drifted over to my cock but he just held me, we both lacked the physical strength to do any more.

"I want you to know Michael...it's been many years since any one has fucked my ass..."

"Why Charles? You seem to enjoy it so much." 

"Maybe I should tell you some more about my life. About my first time...." I whispered as my mind wandered back to 1963...

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1963

I stood naked in front of the mirror in my one room efficiency apartment. "I AM CHARLES!" I declared. My hands ran over my naturally fit body. Everything about my body was perfection. My mighty cock was at full attention. I loved everything my cock. I loved to feel my hands run over my gloriously long shaft. I loved how my balls, when full of cum hung so low, taunting me to shoot my load, like I was about to do. 

My legs were slightly spread, as I watched my reflection in the mirror. My two hands stroking my cock, slowly at first then faster when I knew I was about to blow. My knees where bent slightly, the muscles in my legs rock hard. I turned slightly so I could see my firm ass. Yes it was just as perfect. My balls drew up tight and my breathing becoming labored as I added more pressure to 'that spot', on the ridge, and jerked it hard one last time as the first jets of cum shot out of my slit slamming dead on into the mirror. When I was done I walked over to the mirror and with my index finger slid a thick stream of cum and licked it loving into my mouth, yes -- not only did I have this wonderfully perfect cock, but my cum tasted great too. 

Looking over to the clock I saw that I had just enough time to shower and get dressed before heading to work. I made a point of never being late. Mr. George didn't tolerate any his employees being late for work and I never wanted to disappoint him.

New York had been my home for over three years. I've lived in this utilitarian one room apartment since I had moved from Nebraska. I was proud that I had this much and was more than willing to forgo creature comforts to eventually get everything I wanted. I had put dating was on the back burner it really didn't matter anyway, although my good looks were attractive to women, it only seemed to get me so far. The two times I made it the point of clothes being shed I was literally turned away. No woman wanted any part of this cock of mine. It didn't matter to me. In fact, I always felt it was their loss, not mine. I knew how to satisfy myself and knew that with patience eventually I would find someone who would want this beautiful instrument of love I had been graced with.

There were more important things that needed to concentrate on. I needed to finish school and get my degree and keep my job. When I first started with Cecil & Company I was only able to take night classes but after a year Cecil George, my boss, finally acquiesced and became more accommodating to my schedule, allowing me to work around my classes. I still couldn't afford to take a full course load but I've remained diligent and know that instead of four years it may take me five or six years to get my coveted degree. I really didn't care how long it took, I had job security and that was all that mattered.

Mr. George had taken me under his wing from the day I started at the company and had fulfilled his promise that if I worked hard I would grow and always have a place in the company. Saying he was like a surrogate father to me wouldn't be a fair statement. My father was probably one of the biggest losers on this earth. He never finished high school. Probably the only thing he did know was how to fuck and succeeded in knocking my mother up at eighteen. At least he was man enough to marry her. We lived in a single wide trailer outside of Lincoln that was always too cold in the winter and stifling hot in the summer. Luckily he figured out how kids were conceived and never allowed that to happen again. He stuck around for a few of my formative years but when I hit jr. high he got caught robbing a convenience store and he was gone. My mother was always invisible. She went through her life without concern for anyone but herself. She would go to her factory job every day then come home and drink until she passed out and do the same thing the next day. After my father was sent to prison I was pretty much on my own. It was a no brainer what I needed to do when I graduated high school -- get out as fast as I could!

No, for me Mr. George was more of a mentor, helping me along every step of the way. Gradually as my education and understanding of the business increased I went from mail room/errand boy to the accounting department and now, three years later, I was about to start in a newly created position of Mergers and Acquisitions Manger for the company. 

The position brought with it the understanding that if he was going to have to put up my class schedule I had to work evenings and if need be late into the night to insure that the next morning there wasn't a piece of paper left on my desk and that I had completed every task he had set for me. He promised me that the first time I missed a deadline would be the last time he would ever work around my schedule again. 

Cecil George was the type of man that everyone admired and looked up to, especially me. He came from old, established family money and would have never wanted for anything. That wasn't who he was and in his own way he shunned the family money and on his own he started a business that most people would have thought to be a pet project, growing it into one of the largest consulting firms in the United States. 

As for the man himself, Mr. George was that stereotypical man that was forever stuck in the 1940's. He had an old fashioned demeanor about him who believed a man was the bread winner and a woman's place was in the home. He insisted on a strict dress code at work and in the three years I had worked for him, in or out of the office, I had never seen him out of his signature dark suit, starched white shirt, Windsor knotted tie and laced up always shined black Oxford shoes. 

It went without saying that on the first day I showed up in my newly promoted manger position dressed in something that didn't fit Mr. George's definition of a 'proper' suit, he marched me right out the door and down the street to Barney's where he bought me two suites, four white shirts and Oxfords shoes just like his. It also was unspoken that going forward I was to always be dressed properly for work with a clean and pressed suit of clothes and spit shined shoes. Before we left Barney's that day he made me stand in front of the mirror and tie and untie my tie over and over again until I could tie a perfect Windsor knot like his. He drilled into me his first golden rule that appearance and always speaking proper English meant everything in business. 

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A month had passed since my promotion. My work load had increased and I found myself working longer hour's even weekends, which Mr. George frowned upon, to keep up. Mid-terms were coming up and I needed to clear my weekend so I had stayed late on a Friday evening completing the 2nd quarter M&A report. Everyone had gone home hours earlier and I was enjoying the silence of the normally chaotic office. I was so absorbed in the numbers I didn't hear anyone come into the office until I looked up and saw Mr. George standing in the doorway. 

"Working late I see." he said in his dry formal tone. Even after hours he was formally dressed and all business.

"Yes sir."

He stood in front of my desk starring down at me for a long moment when out of the blue he slammed his hand down on my desk making my heart clench and practically jumping out of my chair. 

"Damn it Charles, how many times do I have to tell that when you are working here you are to be dressed properly." 

He pointed his long lean finger to my shirt, indicating my loosened tie and unbuttoned top button was unacceptable. Nervously I sat up quickly and straightened the tie after buttoning myself back up.

"Fuck son, what do I have to do to make you understand?" I was staring at him in disbelief. In the whole time I had worked for him I had never heard him swear. He was pacing in front of my desk rubbing his chin like he was deciding what he should do. "Haven't I always treated you with respect? ... Why do you think you can disrespect me like this? ...I have given you so much...I have let you work when it is convenient for you... I even bought you proper clothes...and this is how you repay me?" 

"I...I'm...I'm sorry sir. I promise it won't happen again." My words came stuttering out of my mouth. My confidence shattered in a blink of an eye. Fear that everything I had dreamed of was now gone.

"No it won't Charles, because I will make sure of it. Now stand up."

I shot out of my chair. "Come here boy" he said. I walked around the desk and stood in front of him. Shit, I thought, he's going to fire me, now what was I going to do.

"If you can't wear your clothes properly then you shouldn't be wearing them, take them off." He demanded. I stood staring at him, was he really saying this? Was he really going to make me do this?

"Don't disobey me boy, you don't want to make me any angrier than I already am." 


The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 01



I didn't know what to do but obey him. I started to remove my tie but before I could get it off he held up his hand to stop me and told me that I was not to move. He left that room for a moment. When he returned he was carrying with him the coat tree from the lobby. From the back of my office door he grabbed the hanger that was holding my suit jacket and walked slowly over to me. 

"You will lay your jacket neatly across your desk. Then you will take your shoes and socks off. You will roll your socks neatly and place them in your shoes and place them under the desk. You will take off your pants and hang them PROPERLY on this hanger, and take your shirt and tie off and hang them up. Then you will hang your jacket PROPERLY. When you have done all of this I want to see you standing in front of me with your hands at your side." He rattled off the instructions like a drill sergeant to a plebe at basic training -- and like a plebe I had no choice but to obey.

More fearful of this sudden display of anger he was exhibiting towards me I followed his instructions precisely. Over and over in my head I kept asking myself why I was doing what this man was barking at me to do. At first I thought it was because I needed to keep my job, but as each piece of my clothing came off I began to fell a strange stirring inside of me wondering what he was going to do next. 

Within minutes I had stripped down to my T-shirt and boxer shorts, items that Mr. George told me had to be worn underneath my suit. 

"You will take off your undershirt and fold it properly and lay it on your desk." 

I had never been naked in front of a man before. Why was my cock twitching and getting so hard? I knew within seconds he was going to see naked. I found myself shaking with fear and also with a tinge of anticipation of everything that was happening.

"Now your underwear, I want them tri-folded neatly and put on top of your undershirt." 

I started to turn my back to him, but his hand grabbed my upper arm digging into my arms with a strength I didn't know he had. He spun me back around, his face was less than an inch from mine.

"The only time you will ever turn your back to me boy is if I tell you to, do you understand me boy?" He screamed his face turning beat red.

"Y...y...yes sir." Shit now he was really scaring me. 

He took a small step back and waited. I bent over and slowly removed my boxers. My cock sprang out and stood straight and proud pointing at him. His eyes opened wide and for the briefest moment I saw a different expression cross his voice -- it seemed to be one of softness and longing, but that faded quickly when he started walking around me inspecting my body. 

"From this moment on when I tell you do something I expect you to do it the moment I say it. There will be no hesitation on your part. Now you will bend over from your waist and place your hands flat on the floor, spread your legs if you have to." He reached over to my desk and picked something up while I got into his dictated position. 

Without warning, a moment later I heard a whooshing sound and felt searing pain as he slapped my ruler across my bare ass. I cried out from the sudden searing pain he had inflicted on me. "That's right boy, cry out, simper like a baby, but this isn't going to stop." SLAP! The ruler lashed across my ass again, this time just a little lower. SLAP! Again it burned across my upper thighs. "That is number three my boy...You will receive ten of these as your punishment." SLAP! He laid it heavily across my right ass cheek. SLAP! Searing pain across my left ass cheek starting me crying openly now, hoping, praying the tears could relieve the pain. 

"Half done boy now stand up." I struggled to stand and found, as incredible as it seemed, my cock was rock hard with strings of pre-cum dripping from the slit. Before I could even think why this was he grabbed me forcefully by my hair and pulled me around the desk where he sat in my chair. From the breast pocket of his suit he removed a silk embroidered handkerchief and wiped the glob of pre-cum roughly from my head of my cock sending unfamiliar currents surging throughout my body. It was the first time anyone had ever touched me like that. I gasped in fear and prayed I wouldn't shoot my load. 

"Boy, don't even think about shooting that load." He said sternly, reading my mind, as he grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me over his lap. My cock slipped firmly between his legs and he positioned me so my stomach rested against the bulge in his pants. 

"Now I want to hear you beg me for the rest of your punishment. I know you want it. Now beg for it."

At that moment I didn't know if I wanted to beg him for the rest of my punishment to get it over with, or as sick as it might sound because I wanted it to continue.

"Sir...please...please punish my ass." I cried out. SLAP! The ruler struck straight across my ass again. 

"Yes boy beg for it, tell me how much you want this..."

"Please sir...whip me again, I deserve to be punished..." SLAP! 

"More Sir...please sir, I need more punishment..." SLAP! 

"Sir...I was wrong and deserve this punishment sir, please give it to me sir..." SLAP! SLAP! My ass was on fire. I was crying again, it didn't matter, I just wanted more. 

But he wasn't done. He dropped the ruler on my desk and pushed me from his lap to the floor. 

"Kneel in front of me boy" I scrambled to his feet and knelt sitting back on my heels. My cock was sticking out through my tightly clasped thighs.

"I want you to know this will not be the only time I will punish you boy. Soon you find yourself begging me to punish you." 

"Yes Sir." My eyes were cast down to my cock. I didn't dare look at him.

"When you are on your knees in front of my like this boy, you will clasp your hands behind your neck." he said. "You will stick your elbows out perpendicular and you will spread your fucking legs so I can see your entire body. Outside of business, whenever we are in a room together you will always be on your knees naked before me."

I did as he said as he stood up from the chair. My eyes were dead to his zipper on his pants. I watched him unbutton the top button and slowly unzip his pants. I just looked straight ahead. I didn't dare look at him. I saw his bulge straining in his boxers. He reached into his boxers and I watched in what seemed to be slow motion as it sprung out to me. His cock was long and thick with a bulbous head. "You don't know it yet but soon you are going to worship this cock. I know this is your first cock boy, which makes me this so much more special, but I promise you that it won't be your last. That sweet little mouth of yours was made to suck cock. I can see how much you want it. Now beg for it!" My heart was pounding. I was scared and excited at the same time. I had never imagined myself like this, but now that I was here, I realized I did want everything he was doing to me. 

"Please sir may I please suck your cock." I said in a weak, blithering tone.

"Look at me and say it again." Slowly I drew my eyes to his. I repeated my plea this time in a stronger more affirmed tone. A smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.

"Open your mouth up and stick your tongue out." He rubbed his cock over my lips and tongue and for the first time I tasted another man's cock. Slowly he slid his cock into my mouth while at the same time he grabbed my head, threading his fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to him. I felt his cock slipping to the back of my throat. Pushing me further back on my heels he pulled my head back so my throat and chin when in a straight line. 

His movements were slow and precise at first as he stroked in and out of my mouth. He was taking his pleasure from my inexperienced mouth but as I began to take more of his cock he started hammering himself into me. "Fuck boy, I'm going to shove this cock down your throat and shoot my load down your throat" he cried out and a moment later he unleashed himself in my mouth. 

Pulsating waves of cum were choking me as I cried to swallow quicker to make room for more. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he screamed humping himself harder against me.

He didn't say anything for a long time. I was still on my knees in front of him, my cock was still hard. I couldn't bring myself to look at him but knew he was staring at me.

"Charles you will listen to me very carefully now" he said. I immediately resumed his proscribed position, suddenly eager to only want to please him. His paused and looked down on me in a renewed light. When he began speaking again his voice had softened somewhat. "Before we leave this office tonight three things are going to happen."

"Sir?"

"One: You are going to acknowledge that I own that beautiful cock of yours and you will never cum without my permission, whether you are in my presence or not. Two: You are going to beg me to fuck your virgin ass and when I have shot my load deep in your ass you will kneel at my feet and beg me fuck you at my will -- wherever and whenever I want to. And three: You are going to pledge yourself to me for as long as I want you." He paused for a moment, lifted my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. "Charles, you might not understand all of this right now but you must trust me that I know you were destined to be mine, to serve me. I've known it from the first day you walked into this office." 

I was dumbfounded. What was happening to me? He was telling me that I had wanted this for three years. How could that be? 

"Stand" he ordered. "While my cock recovers from that excellent mouth fucking you gave me you will entertain me." Entertain him? I know I had a questioning look on my face. "It is very important that you listen to everything I say and that you do not deviate from anything I tell you to do."

"Yes Sir." I was saying 'yes' to him even though I didn't know what he wanted from me.

"Just listen to my voice and do what I tell you to do."

He spoke slowly and precisely. The first task he had me do was clean the top of my desk off, but it had to be done in his meticulous way. I had to stack my papers neatly and file them in the desk draw. The ledgers had to be closed and put in the file cabinet. The adding machine was unplugged and placed under the desk. The only item he had me leave on the desk was the ruler, and that was a reminder that if I did not do what he instructed me to I would be handing him the ruler and begging him for punished. 

"Please be assured that each time you disobey my requests I will be adding 5 more counts to your punishment" he told me.

When the desk was cleaned off to his satisfaction, he had me sit with my ass resting on the edge. My ass was still reeling from his earlier punishment, which only intensified the surging in my cock and balls. 

"Have you ever sucked your own cock Charles?"

"No Sir"

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?" I shook my head admitting to him that I had -- just this morning I thought to myself. He gave me a stern look before asking his next question.

"You have a very handsome cock Charles. I don't think I have ever seen a cock as long and perfectly shaped as yours -- not to thick, not too thin. I am going to enjoy using your cock, or should I say 'my' cock because after tonight it WILL be mine." My cock twitched at the thought. He reached out and glided his hand over it. A surge exploded through my body and I felt myself ready to explode. Charles saw this too and instantly brought his thumb and forefinger over the head of my cock pinching it hard. Pain surged relentlessly through by body but the urge to cum instantly went away. My stifled tears returned again. Cecil George just laughed at my outburst, secretly knowing that this was a tickle compared to what he had planned for me. 

"With time I will train you how to control you cock. Right now it is like you, wanting and naïve. But I will train you both to serve and pleasure me. That is something you want, am I correct Charles?" 

His eyes stared into mine and for the first time in my life, with total conviction, I knew he was right, I did want this. I knew there was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn't accept. I was his, to do with as he pleased. Slowly I nodded my head yes. 

Mr. Georges' eyes lit up. "Charles, I'm happy to report that you have just earned yourself another punishment. This lesson will teach you that when I ask you question I expect you to answer my question verbally. You have nodded your head to me twice in the last five minutes that is unacceptable behavior. It shows a lack of respect for me. And boy, know this, you WILL respect me. From this point forward you will never nod your head yes or no or shrug your shoulders to me. I will not tolerate it. Now, hand me the ruler and ask me for your punishment."

Eyes wide opened I reached across the desk, took the ruler in my hand and handed it to him. Standing up I turned towards the desk and bent over the desk offering my ass to him and begged him for my punishment. 

Nothing matter to me anymore but pleasing him. 

When he had finished with my five count punishment he sat back in his chair. I didn't move. I wanted more. I wanted to beg him for another five count. His now recovered and very hard cock was in his hand. "Now, turn back to me. Where were we? Yes...you were going to entertain me." I turned to see him stroking his cock slowly.

He had me sit on the desk again, which was now even more painful. He told me to lean forward and run my tongue over the head of my cock. I was limber enough and my cock was long enough that I didn't have to strain to do this. "Now graze your teeth around the ridge, that's right, take that cock head in your mouth. Suck it like you sucked me. Show me how much you can get in my mouth." I leaned forward as far as I could but could only get the head and a few inches in my mouth. Mr. George grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth further down.

"I'm going to make you cum now Charles, you are going to shoot your load in your mouth and eat every drop then you will lick yourself clean - just like a dog does." He reached out and grabbed my balls and began kneading them between his fingers. 

That was all I needed to send me over the edge. My cock instantly exploded in my mouth shooting surge after surge of hot milky cum in my mouth. Mr. George had one hand on my head shoving it down on my cock while the other held tightly on my balls, pulling on them, milking every drop of cum out of me. I sucked it all, I sucked the head as hard as I could making it last as long as I could and get every drop out of me. When he felt my spasms subside he pulled my cock from my mouth and inspected it to make sure I had cleaned up every drop.

Our eyes met suddenly. "Is there something you want to ask me Charles?"

"Yes Sir."

"You may ask." 

Without his permission I slid off the desk to a kneeling position between his legs. "Sir, will you please fuck me, I want to feel your cock buried deep inside of me, please Sir."

He lifted my chin so our eyes met. "Yes Charles, I will fuck you. I am going to take great pleasure in being the first cock in your ass...I am going to shoot my golden nectar into your virgin ass. You are going to be begging me to never stop fucking you, and I won't, I will use your ass because it is now mine. Soon you will be my property to do with as I please."

He helped me to a standing position and bent me over the desk again. My ass was to him. He spread my still painful ass cheeks and ran his fingers down my crack. "Charles, I will never lie to you."

"Sir?"

"This is going to hurt. I want this virgin ass untouched, that means I am going to shove my cock into you without readying you first. No finger to relax your tight sphincter, just my cock driving into you in one deep thrusting stroke" The minute the last word left his mouth his cock drove into me. 

I screamed. I know I did. I was screaming and he let out a loud grunting groan and pushed further into me. His fingers dug into my raw ass cheeks as he continued going deeper into me and all I could do was continue screaming. 

Panicked I thought I was going to pass out, but then the pain suddenly subsided and I could feel it. He was deep in my ass. His balls slapped against my balls. He grabbed my shoulders and started stroking in and out of me, hammering away at my ass. "Such a tight little ass," he huffed, "Lay your chest flat on the desk and stand on your toes, I want more of that ass" My ass came up and he pounded in me over and over again. My cock went hard again and without realizing it I shot a second load on the floor.

I was begging him not to stop, to never stop. I never wanted this moment to end. I was pleading with him to fuck me harder. 

***************

I did pledge myself to him that night. I sat at his feet, kissing them, begging him to take me again. I begged him to use me as he wished and keep me as his for as long as he wanted. He fucked me two more times that night. Our night ended at 6 o'clock the next morning when he placed a gold ring my right ring finger sealing me to him. 

He was now my Master.

Cecil left for Washington on Monday. I tried to act as normal as I could, but every time I walked into my office or looked at the ruler, that I was instructed to always have out and unobstructed on my desk I would drift back to Friday night.

Thursday afternoon he called me from Washington. My cock went instantly hard hearing his voice. 

"How are you feeling Charles?" 

"I am well...M..M..Master" I whispered so no one in the office could hear.

"Have you masturbated since Friday?"

"N...no...Master, but I constantly get hard every time I think about what we did." 

"I would love for you to stay hard all the time Charles, but with that cock of yours I don't think it would be proper for you to walk around with such a large bulge in your pants." He chuckled which was so unlike him.

"Yes Master."

"I will be home Friday evening but have a family function I must attend, so I will not be able to see you until Saturday. There is an address on the ruler on your desk. You will arrive at that address at precisely 4pm and ask for Dolan. 

Dolan is going to take you and have you prepared to be presented to me later in the evening." 

There was a deadening silence on the phone. What did he mean presented to him? 

"Charles you will do as you are instructed and never question anything I ever instruct you to do...oh and Charles, you must bring the ruler with you." Without saying another word the line went dead. I looked closely at the ruler, and sure enough there was an address imprinted on the front of the ruler.

Forty-eight hours. That is how I long I had to wait to find out what Master had in store for me. By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around I was so nervous and excited I could barely contain myself. I dressed in my best suit, making sure that every crease was pressed to perfection and my shoes shined until I could practically see my reflection in them. 

I wanted Master to be proud of me and as much as I craved another punishment, I didn't want to disappoint him.



The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 02



At exactly 4pm I opened the door that led into the address on the ruler. A man greeted me at the door called me by name and ushered me inside. I had expected to enter into a foyer. I think I had imagined a dimly lit hallway that led to an apartment that Mr. George kept for clandestine meetings like this. Instead I found myself in a grandly appointed lobby that screamed of times gone by. 

"I am Dolan and you will address me as such, not Mr. Dolan, not Sir, just Dolan." He said. I started to say yes Sir, but stopped myself before it slipped out and said "yes Dolan". 

"This is a privately owned men's club and for lack of a name we just call it 'the brownstone'," he said turning heel expecting that I would follow behind him, "Mr. George has given me explicit instructions what will be required of you before his arrival." 

We stepped into a dimly lit wood paneled elevator. Dolan pressed a button labeled B and down we went. When the doors opened we exited into another, not as lush, brightly lit, stark white waiting area. "You will now take of your clothes and give them to Peter," from out of nowhere a tall handsome man that I estimated to be in this late twenties, early thirties appeared. He was dressed in white shoes, white pants and a white shirt and just seemed to blend into the room around us. 

"From this point forward you will never have clothes on when you are in the brownstone. When you leave here, which will be only to go to work, school or any activity prescribed by your Master you will be given suitable clothes to wear." His monotone voice matched his insipid appearance. 

"What do you mean? I don't live here, I have my own apartment." I said in a confused tone. Every synapse within me abruptly electrified with panic. I looked from Dolan to Peter and back to Dolan again searching for an answer. 

"Your Master requires that you remain here for an undetermined amount of time. He does not believe that you can be trusted to live on your own. You will hand over the keys to your apartment to Peter who will have your personal items packed and stored away." 

"No...No...this isn't right." I cried my voice hitting a crescendo I had never heard before. "I didn't agree to this" I wanted to run...run as hard and as fast as I could -- even back to Nebraska if need be. Fear was filling every part of my body and I was finding it difficult to breathe. They had their eyes trained on me. They knew I was going to run. Peter took a step moving his body in front of mine. I knew the battle was lost even before it began.

"Did you pledge yourself to your Master?" Dolan murmured, like he had been through this before and bored that he had to say the same words over again. 

"I did" I said. With the last shred of dignity I had left in me I turned my head away from him, I didn't want him to see the big baby tears that had filled my eyes. 

"Did you accept a ring from him?"

"I did." 

"Then I repeat, your Master has instructed that you will reside here for as long as he wishes. Now you will strip -- or I will have your clothes taken off you and tonight when you are presented to your Master you will have to explain to him why this beautiful suit, which I'm sure he paid for, was shredded." 

I looked down at the suit. How did he know Master had bought me this suit? Why did he make it sound so dirty that Mr. George bought me clothes? Hatred, an emotion I had never felt in my life, towards this vile man filled me. 

Resentfully, at a snail's pace, so I could to make him wait, I removed my clothes, the tears that I had tried to stop, came. I was being stripped, both physically and metaphorically, of everything I had in my life -- everything except the ruler. 

Maybe, in the end, I was able to exact a little revenge because both Dolan and Peter were momentarily stunned to silence when I finally stood before them naked, my proud cock sticking straight out, staring at them. My tear filled eyes bore into Dolan's and saw an expression of contemptuous loathing and then something more...I think...jealousy. Peter kept trying to draw his eyes away from me but he too couldn't and within him I was able to see longing in his eyes.

I AM CHARLES, I said to myself, drawing myself up and looking straight ahead. 

Clearing his throat Dolan began talking again in that damn fucking proper monotone voice of his. With the last vestige of control I had left within me I slowly turned my head and looked him straight in the eyes. I wanted him to know that one day I was going to take this cock of mine and fuck the living crap out of him. 

"...Peter is your Trainer and handler while you are here." He sounded shaken for a slight second but soon composed himself. Peter stepped forward and took me by my arm. "Your Master has given Peter his authorization to carry out punishments if you misbehave and your Master is not available. In addition your Master will be given a detailed record of every transgression you commit and your Master will carry out punishments as he desires. You will now hand your ruler to Peter and bend over."

"Why?" I asked almost too indignantly.

"For making me tell you twice to take your clothing off. You will bend over for five and count them down as Peter administers them to you."

I bent over, palms to the floor as Master had taught me and waited. SLAP!

"One" I yelled wincing from the sting pain across my ass. 

"You will thank me for administering this punishment after each count, now we will start again" Peter said. His voice was gentler than Dolan's reassuring me that not everyone in this place was a monster. SLAP!

"One, thank you very much Sir."

"I am not your Sir. You will always address me as Peter. Now we will start the count over again." SLAP! Fuck! Will I ever get this right?

"One, thank you very much Peter. Please may I have more?"

"Very good Charles." SLAP! 

"Two, thank you very much Peter, Please may I have more?" SLAP!

"Three, thank you very much Peter, Please may I have more?" SLAP! SLAP! Two slaps across the same spot burned into my fleshed. I gritted my teeth and counted the four and five counts, thanked him and dropped to my knees in front of him.

Dolan began speaking again. "Master has dictated that you are to be caged at all times while on premises" 

"Caged?" I asked. Horrible dark thoughts flew through my head.

"Caged" Peter said holding up what I soon found out was a cock cage. "Please stand." 

I had a momentarily fleeting thought trying to figure out how my engorged cock would fit into the cock cage but the answer was all too soon provided to me. He led me over to a bucket that was filled with ice cubes and water and instructed me had me kneel. Without even hesitating he poured it over my cock and balls. I let out a blood curdling scream as the shock of the freezing cold water lashed out against my sensitive cock and balls. The sad part was that even after the ice bath both Dolan and Peter still had to struggle with my now pathetically shrunken cock that was still too big to get it in to the prescribed specially made oversized cock cage.

When Peter finally clicked the miniature padlock shut, without saying a word Dolan turned heel and got back on the elevator leaving us alone. I was taken from the holding area to what they called the training room. Peter walked me around, introducing me to other trainers and submissives. 

"In the presence of Masters you may never talk to or touch another submissive," he was reciting the rules of the submissives. I knew that I was supposed to remember everything he was saying but between the pain of the cock cage, my smarting ass and the confusion about everything that was happening to me I knew I wouldn't be able to remember one word he was speaking. "No other Master may touch you without your Master's permission. No other Trainer is allowed to touch you, unless of course your Master dictates it. If they do you are to report it to me immediately. It is my sincere recommendation that you keep to yourself when you are here on this floor."

"Why is that Peter?" Had I really spoken? I quickly looked down and away from Peter not knowing if I was even allowed to speak.

We were alone sitting in the room we were to share. Peter had already instructed me that whenever I was in a sitting position my ass was to be to the edge of the surface I was sitting on, my back be perfectly straight and my legs spread so that my cock was exposed at all times.

"How much do you know about your Master?" He asked. I wanted to shrug but had already been taught that was unacceptable behavior. It seemed that however much I thought I knew Cecil George I really didn't anything about him.

"I have worked for him for three years." Peter raised an eyebrow alarmed by my confession. I don't think he knew that about me.

"And how long have you had his ring?"

"Just a week" I told him and then admitted that before last Friday night when I was taken for the first time I knew nothing about this way of life.

"I see, I guess that is why he sent you here...Well Charles, your Master, Mr. George, owns all of this. He is the Master of all Masters, so to speak. You should be honored that he chose you to be his, especially since every submissive in this place has dreamed of being used by him. That is why I recommend that you keep to yourself, it is cutthroat between submissives and they will go out of their way to make sure you fail. You might be the nicest guy in the world, but in this house you are the most hated. Especially with that cock of yours, everyone is going to want a piece of you...and that includes me." He winked at me as we both looked down at my poor caged cock.

"Peter...is it...I mean may I speak freely here?"

"You may ask me any question you would like to. I will make the decision as to whether I will answer you." He stopped for a moment and looked at me. I let my eyes drift to his for a brief moment before casting them back down again. "I know you are at a disadvantage here Charles. In most cases when a submissive comes to the brownstone it is of their own free will, because they want this to be their life. You are the exception to the rule. In fact to many of the rules, but then again so is your Master. So in the beginning I will grant you certain latitude, until you understand better what is expected of you."

"Thank you Peter...there is one question I would like to ask if I may..." Peter nodded that I could.

"What is this place?"

Over the next hour Peter patiently told me the history of the brownstone... 

****************************

Cecil George had discovered his love of fucking and dominating men when he was twenty-three years old. The first time he used a man was the night before his wedding when he found one of the house staff in the stables masturbating. Cecil, naïve to sex, questioned the man at length about what he was doing and why he did it. Dolan, one of his father's personal valets, embarrassed by being caught and because he feared losing his job answered all of Cecil's questions honestly and as openly as he could. 

Born in 1917, Cecil had just graduated from Notre Dame a month earlier and was deciding what he wanted to do with life. Family money aside, Cecil felt the need to work. He didn't want to be like his brothers and cousins that spent the summers in the south of France, the winters in Switzerland and the rest of the time who knows where just spending their inheritance. He was the first of his generation to attend college and the most conservative of all of them. He didn't have the outgoing personality his siblings had and often felt that he wasn't a good fit for the family he was born into.

In a rare moment of weakness Cecil confided to Dolan that he didn't know anything about sex and was worried about his wedding night that he wouldn't know what to do with his bride. He would have never considered having a conversation like this with a member of his family.

Dolan tried to explain as much as he could what Cecil would experience, but Dolan could only speak in generalities, he had never been with a woman either. When Cecil asked why Dolan stumbled but finally admitted that he enjoyed the company of men and the only time he had had sex it was with a man whom he met while on vacation the previous summer.

Cecil was clearly shocked by Dolan's admission, even in 1941, as progressive as the times were, people didn't speak openly of things like that but what shocked him more was that for some reason he wasn't bothered by Dolan's confession. He knew that history was filled with aristocratic men that hungered for male flesh -- and most of the time they fulfilled their needs with members from their own household staff. The more he thought about it, the more he found what Dolan was telling him was in fact quite exciting. He was so intrigued that his cock was suddenly hard, something he had never experienced around another person before. Fueled by curiosity Cecil made Dolan tell him what he had done with this man.

Dolan was slow to speak about such intimate things, but as he began talking and describing the encounter he relaxed when he realized that Cecil appeared to be more enthusiastic than judgmental about his sexual choice in life. The further he got in his story, the more aroused it appeared Cecil got, especially when Dolan described being on his knees and sucking the man's cock.

"I want you to do that to me." Cecil declared, unable to conceal the desire that had awaken with him any longer. 

"Sir...I...are you sure?" Dolan whimpered unsure if this was correct protocol.

"Yes." Cecil declared emphatically standing and with no reservation unzipped his pants. Dolan moved over to Cecil, knelt before him and looked up at the surprise Cecil had pulled from his pants. 

It was the largest and most perfect cock he had ever seen, not that he had seen too many. He wanted to tell Cecil just how magnificent it was, but couldn't find the words. Cecil held his cock out for Dolan, who was still staring at it mesmerized by the sheer length and thickness of it. 

Used to getting his way in most things in his life, especially from the servants of the house and frustrated that Dolan wasn't doing what he wanted him to do, he released his cock and for some unknown reason an anger he didn't know he had, unleashed within him and before he knew it he had brought his hand across Dolan's face in a sharp slap that echoed throughout the stall they were in. At first Cecil wanted to back away and apologize but a strange feeling came over him. He didn't understand it at first, but hitting this man who was on his knees in front of him sent a sexual surge throughout his body so much so that his cock was harder than he ever remembered and seeping long streams of pre-cum. Dolan, not at all phased by being hit, just look up at him, eyes glazed with reverence, and in a small voice he said; "Please forgive me Sir..." 

Without saying another word Dolan sucked Cecil to his first orgasm in his life. It didn't stop there either. Still hard from the excitement of his sexual awakening Cecil, in his newly found commanding manner, told Dolan he wanted to be the second man to take his ass. Dolan hungrily obliged and when he was naked he assumed the only position he knew, on his hands and knees. 

Cecil found he loved seeing Dolan like this, his glorious ass staring at him, ready for him to use it. There was something so deep inside of him that made this seem so right, so natural. He knelt behind him and ran his hands over the rounded and firm ass cheeks than took the liberty of letting his finger drift down the crack. Placing both hands on Dolan's ass he spread his cheeks and saw, for the first time, a man's twitching hole. He could feel it calling him, beckoning him to put his cock in it.

He inched closer to him and rubbed his cock head over the hole. Dolan let out a stifled moan driving Cecil on. There were no thoughts of was this right or wrong, only thoughts of thrusting his cock inside of Dolan's twitching hole. Tentatively, at first, he pushed into him. There was resistance. He pushed more, Dolan was moaning louder, almost pleading him to go on. 

He pushed again, more determined. Then it happened, it was like pushing on stuck door that gradually gives way - then all of a sudden with one last thrust it miraculously opens. In shock he looked down and watched inch after inch disappear into this wonderfully tight, warm and wanting ass offered up to him.

Dolan was begging him to go deeper, to never stop. He drove on, thrusting his cock all the way into the man. Neither of them moved for a long moment. Cecil gloried in feeling Dolan's tight ass start to relax to accommodate his intruding man-shaft. 

"Fuck me Sir, please fuck me." Dolan cried moving his ass away in an effort to show Cecil how to fuck. 

Cecil pulled out a little, and then pushed back, he repeated it. Every nerve in his cock was on fire and feeling each thrust he made. Every time he stroked his cock he gained a new found confidence when he plunged back into him again. Soon he was taking long deep strokes in and out of the man's ass, loving every second of it.

The need to cum again began rising in him and he found himself taking shorter, quicker, harder thrusts. He was going to shoot his load deep in this man's ass. Dolan wanted this. He was beseeching him to cum in his ass. There was longing and needing in his voice to feel Cecil's' cock explode in him. 

Cecil grabbed Dolan's ass cheeks, squeezing them hard thrusting one last time, as deeply as he could and shot load after load into his ass. He never wanted the feeling to stop and kept thrusting into him wishing, willing his cock to keep spewing in this ass.

The sun was rising over the mountains when they left the stables and headed back to the main house. Neither of them spoke until they had arrived at the back of the house where Dolan would enter. 

"I don't want you to ever do this with anyone else but me. You belong to me now." Cecil said in a low whispered voice. 

"I won't Sir, I promise."

"I will be back from my honeymoon in two weeks. I will make arrangements for you to be on my staff at my new house in Manhattan."

"Thank you sir, I look forward to serving you."

"Oh and Dolan...you are not to cum unless I give you permission to cum." Cecil said walking away from him, to the front of the house where he would enter.

Later that night, after the wedding festivities, Cecil found out that having a woman was completely different than being with a man. He watched Marion sleeping peacefully after they had made love and knew that as much as he loved her, and he did love her, he would always have a need to use and fuck men.

In a blink of an eye fifteen years passed. The years had been good to Cecil. He had a loving and devoted wife and a beautiful daughter. Marion was only able to have the one child, but as he put it 'I don't have to divide my love between children, I can devote all my love to my little Mary'. 

He was also quite successful in business. Even thought he didn't have to work, Cecil chose to start his own company. Over the twelve years since he started the business it had grown become the one of the most successful consulting company in the US. 

More importantly, Cecil had learned over the years how to divide himself from his family life, his work life and what had become his one true passion in life -- being a Master. It was the need for a more private place for him to indulge in his passion that turned into the foundation of the brownstone and what it stood for. He was tired of having to travel out of town, where no one would know him, to an unfamiliar place and worse than anything - have to pay for the privilege of being able to Master a slave for a couple of hours. 

He still had Dolan who always gave him the much needed man-fuck but Dolan didn't have the tolerance for pain or subservience that Cecil required out of his slaves. He still retained his power over Dolan but as time passed Dolan couldn't satisfy Cecil's thirst for younger fresher meat and the all consuming yearning to have total control over another human.




The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 02



The idea for the brownstone came about in 1953 on a hot summer evening when Cecil and Dolan were alone in the Manhattan residence. Marion, Mary and the rest of the staff were at the house in Hamptons for the summer. Years earlier Cecil had carved out an apartment within their sprawling Manhattan residence that he could stay in when they closed down for the summer. Dolan, Cecil's preferred manservant, always remained behind to take care of Cecil needs, both household and sexual, while he spent Monday through Thursday in the city. The apartment was also helpful on nights when Cecil was 'restless' and didn't want to disturb his family when they were in residence. The space was Cecil's private domain and no one, other than Cecil and Dolan ever set foot in it. 

"It's a shame there isn't a place here in the city you can go to get the pleasures you deserve." Dolan said sighing contently. Cecil's cock had just deposited a large load deep in his ass and they were both resting, Cecil still semi-hard in his ass.

"Mmmm...that would be nice. Maybe I should open such a place." Cecil said thrusting his still hard cock.

"Why don't you." Dolan said smiling knowing their night wasn't over yet.

"What?"

"Open a place."

Cecil sat up suddenly, pulling himself out of Dolan roughly, and stared at him blankly. "I could, couldn't I?"

"Yes sir, if anyone can do it, you can."

Cecil picked up his crop and started pacing the room whooshing to back and forth. Dolan knew immediately that he was going to feel the sting of it quite soon. Dolan loved Cecil's cock, it was the most perfect instrument he had seen or had in his life. But it was Cecil's need to inflict pain that he couldn't bear. He was in love with Cecil and had been since their first night together. He would stay with Cecil as long as he would have him. Even though over the years the pain he felt of having to tolerate the other men Cecil used always seemed to soften because Cecil always came back to him.

He even came to enjoy watching Cecil use these younger men he chose to fulfill his sadistic ways. It was when he was done torturing them and took his ramrod cock and fucked them that Dolan's heart broke. But he had learned to be thankful and enjoyed every minute they had together.

"I would want it to be a very special place. A private club where men like me could go and indulge in their every fantasy. But even more than that..." Cecil turned to Dolan and smiled. "You know that brownstone I bought off of 5th Avenue last month...it would be perfect! On the main floor there could be an elegant restaurant, proper dress only, fine china, and a five star chef. We can have a health club with a sauna and indoor pool. A place where men can go to exercise, get a massage and a shave if they want..." Cecil's mind was running at a mile a minute as ideas popped into his head.

"It sounds perfect." Still staring at Cecil cock, wanting it more and more. 

"In the basement we can have a dungeon. With everything I've learned in my travels and research I can build the best dungeon ever conceived. It will be magnificent and have everything any Master would require for their slaves." Cecil's cock was dripping at the thought of the dungeon. "Get on your hands and knees, I need to think..."

Each time Cecil battered the crop across Dolan's ass he got more and more excited at the prospect of the club. Before the night was over the ideas overflowed for the club and Dolan had to practically crawl out of Cecil's room. 

Cecil set the foundation that night. Over the two years the brownstone was transformed from an old used and abandoned building to an elegant private meeting place for select men. Only the richest, most educated and most deserving men would be able to join.

Cecil made several trips to Europe to find just the right materials and people to bring the stately charm he demanded for the main floor and the lounge area. The dungeon was totally his and built by the best craftsman to his exact specifications. 

A year before the opening Cecil sent out feelers to a few select Masters he had met on his travels and within weeks word had spread and he was inundated with inquiries so much so that Cecil realized that he was going to have to restrict the available number of people that could join. One evening while he and Dolan were sifting through all the requests Cecil looked at Dolan and told him that he had made a decision regarding membership.

"I've found that most Masters that see me are quite intimidated by the size of my beautiful cock. What if we only accepted men as members that were well hung? That way there wouldn't be any...well...for lack of a better word...jealousy...between the men."

"Mmmm...I would love to see a house full of men with big cocks. What about your slaves?" Dolan asked.

"I think they should have big cocks too. There is such beauty in a big cocked man."

Dolan seemed to pout for a long moment. Even though he wasn't a slave and his cock wasn't large he always believed that there would be a place for him in at the brownstone. He and Cecil had never spoken about it but Cecil always consulted with him on every matter that concerned the constructions and development of the brownstone. 

"Don't worry my pet," Cecil said patting Dolan head in a condescending manner, "I have a very specific job in mind for you at the brownstone...and you are going to love it!" 

Six months before the grand opening Cecil had over 300 applications from men that were willing to pay the $20,000 a year membership fee, which in 1955 was a lot of money, to belong to this exclusive club. A few men even approached Cecil asking if they could partner with him on the venture, but Cecil was a loner and decided he wanted total authority over all decisions that needed to be made. 

To sooth already fraying nerves Cecil told all prospective members that for a select twenty-five members they could hold a platinum membership and be on the steering committee that would draft, write and accept the by-laws of the house. The buy-in for this privilege was a cool $200,000 for a year to be on the committee. Cecil figured if he set the price high enough he would scare the men off, but he was wrong in the end over 75 men requested the platinum membership. Cecil was forced to hold a lottery to accept the first 25.

The first 'Select 25' met in early spring of 1955, four months before the scheduled opening of the brownstone. The first meeting took place over a ten day period at Cecil's parents' summer estate in upstate New York. To embody to the 'Select 25' that privacy was essential to all members Cecil cleared the house of regular staff and brought in the initial twenty five slaves, all virgins, to service the Masters and some key staff members that would be working at the brownstone - including the newly appointed Majordomo -- Dolan.

Ten days later a short, concise, one page tentative draft of the By-Laws was published.

the brownstone By-Laws

(drafted March 27th, 1955)

Be it known that upon membership or hire all members and staff of the brownstone shall conduct themselves at all times in a gentlemanly manner. Each man shall govern their life with dignity and will treat every person in the same manner whilst under the roof of the brownstone or in their daily life outside of the brownstone.

Section 1-Steering Committee: The Steering Committee shall also be known as 'The Select 25'. The Steering Committee shall be chosen every year thirty days prior to the anniversary date of the brownstone by lottery of any member that is willing to pay 10 times over the amount of the yearly dues. The Steering Committee will meet during the first 10 days of their reign to review, change, adopt and publish the by-laws of the house for the coming year. Final adoption of the by-laws will be made by the Head Master. The Steering Committee will arbitrate any disputes within the confines of the brownstone, whether it is between member to member, member to staff or staff to staff. The Steering Committee will review and accept or reject all applications for new membership and new employees. The Steering Committee has the right to admonish, punish or expel any member or employee that does not follow the standards set by the by-laws of the brownstone. The Head Master has the right to overturn any decision the Steering Committee makes.

Section 2 -- Membership: Membership to the brownstone will be limited to 250 men. Each member shall meet the requirement of having a minimum of an 8" (eight inch) phallus. Each member shall possess the ability to pay the yearly dues on or before June 1st. Each member shall agree to bid on and purchase a minimum of 1 (one) virgin slave yearly. 

Section 3 -- slaves: Qualifications for slaves: (1) must be over 18 years of age and less than thirty years of age; (2) must be a legal citizen of the United States; (3) must have a phallus that measures a minimum of 8" (eight inch); (4) must be a total anal virgin. Contract period: Contract period for slaves is 3(three) years. Unbound slaves at the end of 3 (three) years will be either be offered: (1) a renewed contract for another 3 (three) years; (2) a position of Trainer; or (3) asked to leave the brownstone. Compensation: slaves will be compensated on a monthly basis for services rendered while living under the roof of the brownstone. Compensation will be determined by the yearly budget approved by the membership that goes into effect on June 1 of every year. Compensation for the period of time starting June 1 1955 through May 31st 1956 shall be $5,000 per slave. In addition, slaves will receive monies collected for the following: (1) 10% of winning bids during ceremonies (including virgin ceremony); (2) 10% of winning bets made in their favor for during participation events (i.e. wrestling matches, pony races, etc.); (3) 100% of tips paid by any member on their behalf. All compensation due to slaves will be held in trust in savings account and will be paid to the slave upon request. Training period: slaves will be in training for a period of 90 (ninety) days. Status: At the end of 90 days a Ceremony will take place and the slave will either be sold to a Master or bid to the highest bidder The Master that has acquired the right to the slave will take their virginity in front of witnesses. slaves that are bound to a specific Master become the property of that Master and no member or employee may touch that slave without the express permission from their Master, in addition their compensation and benefits (other than medical) will cease. If the Master requests that the slave should remain on property that Master will pay room and board for the slave. Financial compensation to a bound slave is strictly between the Master and slave. Unbound slaves are available to any member at any time. Bound slaves that live on property may leave the brownstone at any time but must be chaperoned by a Trainer or their Master at all times. Unbound and slaves in training are not allowed to leave the brownstone except for extenuating circumstances. 

Section 4 -- Trainers: Qualifications for Trainers: (1) must be over 18 years of age; (2) must be a legal citizen of the United States; (3) must have a phallus that measures a minimum of 8" (eight inches); (4) can use a slaves mouth for sexual release in the following cases: (a) slave is unbound or (b) slave is bound and Trainer has Master's permission. At no time can a Trainer insert any item into a slaves' ass without the express permission of a Master or the Majordomo of the house. (5) A Trainer can only administer punishment to a slave if they have the express permission from a Master or the Majordomo of the house. Contract Period: The Trainer is employed on a year-to-year basis and may work in the position for a maximum of 7 years or 37 years of age, whichever comes first. Exemptions to this ruling can be made by the Steering Committee or Head Master. Compensation for the Trainer: See slave compensation. (6) A Trainer can be used by Master at will.

Section 5 -- Dues: Yearly membership dues will be determined by a ratified budget prepared by the brownstone accountant. Budget must be accepted by a minimum of 60% of the membership (150 members) to be ratified. Budget ratification must be completed no later than 6 (six) months prior to the anniversary date of the brownstone, Budget shall be zero based. Definitions: Membership Dues (Revenue) = Operating Expenses plus. Excess revenue will be held in reserve or returned to membership as determined by the steering committee.

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With fanfare befitting a King the doors to the brownstone opened on June 1, 1955 with Cecil cutting the ceremonial ribbon announcing the club now open and shoving his cock in a chosen slaves' lovely virgin ass. 

Over the years the By-laws of the brownstone grew as the demands from the members and changing times dictated. The biggest change to the By-laws came in 1960 when the word "slave" was drop and replaced with the word "submissive".

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"I had no idea." I said when Peter was finished.

"Cecil always seemed so ...so .... reserved...straight laced..." I truly couldn't believe everything Peter had just said. "You started as a submissive here?" 

"Yes...a much coveted one too, in fact your Master won the right to my virginity and took me in front of the membership. He even still enjoys using me and I enjoy being used by him." 

I felt like Peter was trying to tell me something and I didn't think I wanted to hear it. I did feel jealousy that Master used other men, especially knowing that he uses Peter but the reality was that he is the Master and my only responsibility was to do as I was told.

"Um...have you ever had a Master...I mean like me?" I didn't know if I was using the correct terminology but Peter understood what I was asking.

"I did have a Master for a few years...but...well...he was an older gentleman and got ill and couldn't keep me any longer. When he passed I came back to the brownstone. I wasn't allowed to serve anymore so I became a Trainer."

"Will you tell me more about him and you...and this...um...lifestyle...?"

"Yes...but it is getting late and I need to prepare you for presentation." He said abruptly. "We will have plenty of time to talk...later." 

"Prepared?" I asked.

"Yes, you have to eat and be properly groomed before you can be presented to your Master." He stood and I tried to think what the proper protocol when a Trainer was standing might be and without Peter prompting me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. Peter looked down on me with a genuine smile touching his lips.

"Charles I need to leave the room for a few minutes to prepare your supper. Your Master has instructed that if you are not in my direct eyesight you are required to be in a head down submissive stance. Please place your forehead on the floor and your ass high in the air. You must lace your fingers behind your head with your elbows outstretched. You may rest your body weight on your shoulders. When in this position you are not allowed to move, shift position or speak. This position is used to ensure the submissive is not distracted by anything that may be happening around them. Do you understand?"

"Yes Peter...thank you for showing me the proper way to kneel." Peter left me in this position for the next half hour. I didn't mind, so much had changed in my life over the past week, especially over the past few hours, and it gave me uninterrupted time to think. I thought I would be angry that I had allowed this to happen to me, but every time I felt the anger rising inside of me I thought about how pleased Master will be if I do everything he dictates. I was being driven by an overwhelming desire to want to please him. 

When Peter returned with our dinner, a light supper of homemade soup and a half sandwich, he remained perfectly quiet until we had both completed our meal. When he stood to remove the dishes I knelt on the floor and took up my prescribed position. 

This time he wasn't gone as long and when he returned he had me sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread my hands laced behind my neck. "Every submissive is given a safe word, if the pain is too much or if the Master or Trainer has gone too far. It is the submissives' responsibility to call the safe word and whatever is happening at that moment is immediately stopped. It is also understood that there is no retribution if a submissive calls a safe word."

"Do I have a safe word?"

"Your Master has chosen two safe words for you. The first one is Oxford and what that will do is slow down whatever is happening, the other word is Washington and that will stop everything all together. It is your duty to always remember your safe words. Now repeat them back to me and the significance of each word."

I did as he said and then thanked him for his instruction. Out of respect to him I cast my eyes down. 

"You are going to be a lovely submissive Charles, you Master is very lucky to have taken you for his own."

"Thank you Peter." I slid off my chair and knelt before him, "But I am the lucky one to have such a caring Master to have chosen you as my trainer."

He escorted me to our private bathroom and after locking the door released me from my cock cage. My cock sprung out and was instantly hard again. Peter just shook his head and said "Your Master is truly going to have his hands full with you".

The grooming ceremony, as Peter called it, started with a luxuriating shower where a very naked Peter washed my body from head to toe -- making sure he paid special attention to my cock and balls. I found I liked feeling his naked body next to mine and allowed myself the treat of gazing lustfully at him -- something he chose to ignore. After my shower he dried me off and directed me to lie on a padded table where he proceeded to shave every part of my body. It didn't bother me when he shaved my chest and pubic hair, but the moment he touched my balls I almost shot my load right then and there. Peter who somehow had already fined tuned himself to my body grabbed my cock and pinched the head in the same manner Master had done the week before. Not satisfied that I wouldn't shoot my load he took extra precautions by bringing out the freezing cold water again and bathed my cock in balls squelching any chance I had to cum. When he finished with my cock and balls he had me stand and lean over the table with my ass sticking out to him so he could shave my ass cheeks and crack. 

"Your Master has dictated that I administer two enemas to you." He told me. "Have you ever had one before?"

"No, I haven't Peter."

"Luckily he was only prescribed that I administer two - one quart warm water enemas." He bent over me pressing his body against mine, his almost hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks, and whispered in my ear, "Personally I think he prefers to administer the soapy ones himself." The intimacy of his touch was starting to be unnerving. 

"Will this hurt?" I asked.

He told me that he would talk me through it. I was dutifully informed that any first time enema user has difficulty retaining for any length of time. Master had prescribed that I hold my first enema for five minutes and the second one for fifteen minutes. If I failed to hold the enemas for the prescribed period of time I would be punished, a count with the ruler for each minute I didn't hold the enema. Then he told me I should be grateful they are plain water enemas since soapy enemas were very difficult to hold even for an experienced user. 

He had me lay back on the table and inserted stirrups on each side of the table. After placing my legs in the stirrups he pulled me to the edge of the table so my ass was accessible to him. I watched him prepare the enema bag. Peter explained that Master only allows slim nozzles. The only thing of substance he ever wants his submissives to feel in their asses is either his hand or his cock. Hand? I made a mental note to ask what that meant. Once he had everything set up he sat on a rolling chair and slid between my legs, his hot breath on my balls was making me hard again. 




The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 02



"Your Master has forbid me to use any type of lubricant on your ass, I will try and be as gentle as possible inserting this nozzle into you, but it still might be a little painful." 

After my session with Master the week before this little nozzle slid easily into me. He unclasped the flow valve and allowed a small amount of water to enter me. I didn't feel anything at first, until he increased the flow and more water seeped in. 

"Oh my gosh" I cried out. I wanted to roll over on my side and draw my legs tight into a fetal position but the stirrups prevented me from moving. With one hand Peter held the nozzle, with the other he reached up and started slowly massaging my lower abdomen. The bag emptied quickly and soon I was full. The cramping had ceased, but I couldn't imagine how I would be able to hold this for 5 minutes. 

"Charles, when I remove the nozzle you have to clench your ass muscles tightly. You Master has told me I cannot assist you with holding the enema. I will count the minutes down for you. Your Master has instructed me that if more than a tablespoon of water leaks from your ass the time will stop there and your punishment time will start."

He pulled the nozzle and started the clock. Remembering what Master had told me last week, that I will learn to control my body with my mind, I lay on the table, my ass cheeks clenched for dear life and spoke to my mind, repeating over and over again that I can hold the enema, the cramping didn't matter, I can hold the enema...and before I knew if the five minutes had passed.

Peter held a bucket to my ass and without reservation I relaxed my ass and the enema gushed out in one pass. 

The next enema was administered differently. Peter had me on my hands and knees in the shower. This time he opened the nozzle fully and let the full quart flow quickly into me. The cramping was instantaneous bringing tears to my eyes. Holding the enema in this position was much harder. Peter continued to count down the minutes as wave after wave of cramps attacked my body. At the half point I considering giving in, seven counts wouldn't be too bad, but something in the back of my head was telling me that Peter emphasized the soapy enemas way too much - there was nothing stopping Master from administering a soapy enema in addition to the punishment. I battled out the ten minutes with shrieks, grunts and groans. When the timer binged I rose up on my knees, unclenched my ass, and shot the enema from my ass. I couldn't remember anything ever feeling so good.

I was treated to another warm shower followed by a cock and ball ice bath, which didn't seem as painful this time, and refit with my cage and returned to my room. 

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At ten minutes to nine Peter rubbed fragrant oil over my entire body. It didn't feel greasy it just smelled good and gave my body a glossy sheen. Peter instructed me that when we were upstairs I had to carry my ruler in my mouth and place it at my Masters feet upon presentation to him. He led me to the holding area where the elevator was. 

"Kneel Charles" he said. 

"Yes Peter." I said kneeling before him in the submissive stance. Peter proceeded to remove his clothing, handing them to a submissive that had been waiting at the elevator. "Whenever a submissive or a Trainer is in the public areas, where Masters are, we are always naked and our cocks -- if they are uncaged -- must always be hard. This is so if I Master wants to amuse himself, you are you ready for them. As your Trainer it is your responsibility as a submissive under my tutelage to make sure I remain hard, unless you are under your Masters' direct control then it is up to him if he wants you to keep my cock hard." He stepped in front of my and pushed his cock to my face. His cock wasn't as large as Masters' cock and I loved how it came alive in my mouth hardening to a decent length and thickness. I never knew that I could enjoy sucking a man's cock so much. I couldn't help but look down at my poor cock that painfully straining against the cage to get out. 

"You must never make me cum Charles. If your mouth makes me cum without your Master's approval he will either send you to the Kennels or disown you and you will be expelled from the house." He pulled his now hard cock from my mouth, told me to stand and we stepped on the elevator.

"Kennels?"

"The Kennels are where submissives that don't please their Masters are sent. They live in dog cages and eat out of dog bowls. Punishments range in duration from one day to one week but I've known a few submissives that have spent two weeks in there, how they made it I don't know. There are two Trainers assigned to the Kennels who are very nasty and love to whip bad submissives. They pretty much have free rein over you, including fucking you -- and believe me...you don't want to be fucked by them. You can only be sentenced to the Kennels twice -- after that you are sent out of the house for life."

At that very moment I knew if I had been wearing pants I would have just pissed in them!

Changing the subject, Peter told me that after the weekend, when the brownstone was quieter he would take me on tour but as the elevator rose he gave me a detailed layout of the building floor by floor. The submissive quarters were located in the sub basement of the building. The area housed the fifty residential submissives and twenty Trainers. There was also room for a planned expansion and soon they would be adding another twenty submissives and ten Trainers. There was also a doctor in residence that lived and had his office on the submissive floor. Submissives received weekly checkups, especially anally active ones. 

One floor up was the dungeon area, the Kennels and pleasure rooms. As I later found out pleasure rooms were decorated to fulfill a Master's erotic desires. Each year the members voted on the themes for the five rooms and they were redecorated and opened during the yearly anniversary weekend festivities. This year the five rooms were; a medical room complete with all the equipment a Master would need to do a full examination. This room had not changed over the years. It seemed that most of the Masters all had medical fantasies. The other four rooms were; a room decorated like an office, for the Master that desired taking their submissive over their desk , a New Orleans style bordello room for the Master that wanted their submissive to act on the slutty side, a full kitchen room with a refrigerator filled with food for the Master that wanted to have fun with food, and a room that was a living terrarium with plants, trees and even the occasion bug for the Master that wanted an outdoor experience.

The main floor was dedicated to the public area and housed a five star restaurant, gym, steam room, pool and massage rooms. Clothing was required on the main floor. Employees that worked in the restaurant and gym were not allowed in any other part of the building. They were oblivious as to what went on in any of the other floors. Only Masters were allowed access this floor.

The second floor was the lounge and staging area. 

The third floor had private rooms for Masters that were spending the night. There were twelve hotel style rooms with private bathrooms on this floor. Many of the Masters lived out of town and came to the brownstone on business and for weekend stays. Cecil made sure that their every need was catered to if they opted to stay on premises -- of course at a cost.

The top floor belonged to Cecil. He had his own private dungeon, a full apartment and an office. Master's were allowed on every floor but Cecil's top floor. They could only use submissives on the dungeon level, lounge level and if they had a private room booked. Sex was never allowed in the submissive area -- other than an occasion blow job between a submissive and Trainer which had to be done out in the open, never in a sleeping area. A submissive was not allowed to engage in sexual conduct with another submissive unless under the direction of a Master. 

My presentation ceremony was to take place in the staging area before the evening's activities began. After the presentation ceremony we would retire to my Master's private floor where I would show Master what I had learned.

When the elevator stopped and we stepped off we were in a small lobby area. Peter placed the ruler in my mouth and told me I was ready. I reached over to Peter's cock, checking that it was hard before we started walking into the room. 

"Gentleman" Dolan stood on the stage getting the groups attention. He was the only one dressed in a room full of naked men. "Our Master has taken a submissive as his property and tonight we are here to present him." Ringing a brass hand bell, announcing our arrival, Peter led me in the room. I clasp my arms behind my neck, straightened by back and followed the required three paces behind him. Everyone was on their feet as Peter rang the bell and walked me around the room for inspection. The room was filled and if I could have guessed there had to have been over eighty people standing, cheering me on.

When everyone had seen me I was lead to the stage. Peter rang the bell furiously one last time letting everyone know to be seated that the ceremony was about to begin. My Master sat waiting for me on a throne like chair. He too was gloriously naked his legs were spread so I could gaze upon his hard cock. 

"Master Cecil, I present you your property - submissive Charles to you." Peter bowed from his waist in adulation to Cecil while I knelt down before him placing my ruler at his feet. 

"Thank you Peter" Master said standing. 

"Masters, Patrons I am very proud to introduce you to the only submissive I have ever taken as my own." My heart skipped a beat I couldn't believe what he had just said. I found myself puffing out my chest just a little more and silently reciting my mantra...I AM CHARLES!

"At this time I would like all Trainers and submissives to leave the staging area so I might properly present my submissive and show you why I took this submissive as my property. Peter, you may stay." 

The room was quickly emptied of the unwanted people and sealed. Master had moved to the center of the stage so everyone could gather around us. I had no idea what Master had in store for me and I didn't care. As I was quickly learning I feared nothing and looked forward to whatever was ahead for me.

"Peter, if you would please" Peter walked over to me and unlocked my cage freeing my cock. There was silence in the room as everyone watched my cock swiftly go hard and stand straight out.

"My friends this is a virgin cock" He grabbed it roughly and turned me around showing everyone. When he was done he told me to bend over. "This was a virgin ass until last week when my beautiful cock claimed it. It is the most glorious virgin ass I have even taken..." Everyone in the room cheered loudly, "The only thing that has touched his ass since I fucked it last week was his prescribed thin enema nozzle today. For you, right now I am going to fuck this ass and show you why I chose Charles."

Peter positioned himself in front of me wrapping his arms around my waist and held me as Master bent me over. Master showed everyone my newly deflowered ass then took a step behind me.

"Please Master fuck my ass" I cried out. "Please Master. I want to feel you shove your cock deep inside of me...." Before I could finish begging Master plunged his cock deep inside of me in one stroke. Like the first time the pain was dizzying for the briefest moment than replaced with pure exquisite pleasure. "Thank you Master, thank you, thank you, thank you Master" I cried. "Please Master, please fuck me hard" 

Master nodded to Peter to hold me and he started pounding into me. My legs felt like jelly, Peter was the only thing keeping me upright. Then my cock began twitching.

The overpowering urge to cum suddenly overtook me. As quietly as I could I whispered to Peter that I didn't know how much longer I would be able to hold my load. Peter reached between my legs and pinched my cock head harder than it had ever been pinched before but not before my Master slapped my ass hard telling me to silence myself. My cock instantly went soft. 

"submissives are never allowed to cum before their Masters." Peter whispered in my ear. 

Master slapped me again and continued fucking my ass. It was the first time I had felt his bare hand across my ass and soon I was instantly hard again. He was going to cum, both Peter and I could tell, Peter bent me further over, my mouth was inches from his cock, while at the same time reached between my legs and held a steady pinch on my cock to squelch any chance of my coming. I felt Master swell inside me and finally shoot his load into me.

Another cheer rang out in the room. As quickly as he went into me he pulled away from me, and moment later I felt him shove his finger to my ass hooking it and pulling down on my pucker hole to show everyone the load he had given me.

"I'll give you $5,000 to fuck him," someone yelled in the crowd.

"$6,000"

"$7,000"

The numbers kept growing higher and higher as my proud Master paraded me around the stage cum still oozing from my ass. 

"Gentleman, I'm sorry, but this ass is mine for the time being..." His threat was implicit, I was his to do what he wanted.

Then from the back of the room a voice, thick with a Texas accent, called out. "I will give ya $100,000 to have that virgin cock shoved up my ass."

The room went dead silent. The man, Master Andrew, came forward and even had the audacity to walk up on the stage and stand eye to eye to my Master. "One fuck, he shoots in my ass, one hundred grand." He said.

Master not intimidated by him just stared him down. In the history of the club no submissive had ever garnered that type of bid before and as I soon found out no submissives' cock had ever been in a Master's ass in public either. It was an unwritten rule that submissives didn't fuck Masters. What went on behind closed doors was a different story. 

"How?" Master asked gruffly.

"I want to sit on that cock and ride it like it's my prize filly."

"Done" he said walking back and taking his place on his throne. "Peter prepare him"

A mattress was pulled in from back stage and I was laid down in front of Master. I could tell he wasn't happy.

"Do not move, let Master Andrew do everything. I am going to blindfold you. Your Master doesn't want you seeing the pleasure you will be giving someone else. Hold off your orgasm as long as you can, if you cum too quickly your Master will punish you. I will touch your foot when your Master feels an appropriate time as passed and you can cum. You must ask permission to cum and cannot cum until your Master gives his permission." There was general concern in Peter's voice as he whispered my instructions. While he slipped my blind fold on me he whispered again in my ear "This has never happened before, tread carefully." He started to pull away but I stopped him.

"Thank you Peter," I whispered.

"Hold very still Charles" Peter said. A hand reached out and grabbed my cock, slathered it with lubricant, and held it straight up. A moment later I felt something touch the head, at first there was resistance, put then I felt a weight begin to weigh on me as my cock was enveloped in tight warmth and softness. A loud moan came from, I guessed, Master Andrew as he slid further down my cock. The hand left and a moment later my entire cock was deep in his ass.

"Oh fuck yeah," the man cried out, "I have never felt so fucking full. I felt him plant his knees on either side of my body. He leaned forward, the heat from his body transferred to me. He began slowly raising and going down on me. The feeling was so intense I felt myself slapping my palms to the mattress as I grabbed it to stop the overwhelming desire to shoot my load. Master Andrew slid all the way down my shaft until I felt his ass cheeks touching my thighs and held himself there. He was swaying on top of me, his ass clenching against my cock. I could hear him jacking his cock. The room had gone dead silent. Suddenly his legs went rigid and locked themselves around my body. His ass strangled my cock and he let out a load moan that echoed around the room. At the same time I felt his hot jets shooting up my chest and face as he shot his load. His ass was vibrating and twitching against my cock. I was in panic mode, not knowing how much longer I would be able keep myself from shooting my load. 

He held himself still against me. His was still twitching when he starting moving again. He let out a supercilious "Ye-Ha" as his movements were harder and more deliberate while he stroked his ass in and out of my cock. I felt a slight pinch at my foot and without emotion I called out to Master.

"Please Master, may I please cum now." I wasn't lying, what Master Andrew was doing to me was pushing me over the edge.

"Gag him" Master called out to Peter, his anger mirrored the rage he had the night he took me. "I don't want to hear this fucking slut again."

A moment later I felt thick pieces of tape applied across my mouth.

"Cum you little slut." My Master yelled.

Master Andrew sat full down on me, preventing me from moving, but it didn't matter, I was gone. I stifled my moans as much as I could and freed myself of the load that I had held for over a week. Wave after wave emptied into Master Andrews' ass. I feared I would never stop shooting. Master Andrew's moans spoke for both of us as he ground his ass tighter to my cock...my orgasm just went on and on.

And then it was over. He lifted himself off of me, cool room air now surrounded my cock, but I remained hard. No one spoke. I couldn't even discern movement in the room. Master Andrew cum had dried across my body and I surprisingly felt dirty. 

"Master Cecil" Master Andrew finally broke the silence. "I will give you one million dollars to purchase this little filly from you."

Gasps echoed throughout the room...and then my Master exploded.

"Peter, take this fucking piece of shit to my quarters and scrub his body. Prepare a full two-quart enema with 1/4 cup soap. Do not remove the blindfold, do not remove the gag. This pathetic excuse for a human being slut does not deserve to look at me and cover that fucking cock of his. I don't want anyone seeing that fucking cock of his.

Peter grabbed me roughly and dragged me from the stage. Some type material was wrapped around my body. My body was racked with sobs. What had I done, I did everything Master asked of me. I needed to talk to Peter, but speech was impossible. The last thing I heard as we exited the stage area was Master growling that his slut was not for sell.

In the elevator Peter was exasperated. "I told you that your Master would not like this...I have known your Master for many years and I have never seen him this angry."

The elevator dinged and I was dragged into Master's quarters. In the bathroom Peter had me stand in the shower with my hands locked behind my neck. He then proceeded to scrub me with a coarse scrub brush that left my body painful and raw. From the shower I was put into the bathtub on all fours with my forehead pressed against the bottom and my ass high in the air.

Peter busied himself getting my enema ready. I hated the silence more than the darkness. I don't know how long it took for Master to return to the room it could have been five minutes, it could have been an hour. I knew that nothing in my life had ever matter as much as accepting my Master's punishment and to strive to be perfect in his eyes.

There was movement in the room I whimpered into my gag. But it wasn't Peter in the room now, Master had come in.

"Slut you were told not to speak!" Master yelled. He ripped the tape gag off my mouth, leaving my cheeks and lips raw and stinging painfully and left the room only to return a moment later and shoved a ball-gag in my mouth. "If you can't follow a simple instruction then the privilege of being able to speak will be taken from you too."




The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 03



(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.) 

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When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my head until all I was left with were dry heaves. My ass was on fire and I know I had shit myself too. He called two submissives in to clean me up and change the sheets. Adding further to my humiliation, I was put in a diaper to prevent me from soiling the bed again. 

At five the next morning my world was further rocked when Dolan barged into the room screaming me awake. I was pulled roughly out of bed by my hair and made to take submissive stance, head down, ass up. To insure I wouldn't move Dolan held my head down to the floor with his foot while he read off Masters' punishment decree.

I was to remain blind folded for the next month whenever I was in the brownstone doing anything except studying. Master had taken a permanent marker to my back and labeled me "SLUT" and I had to wear that label until I had earned back his respect - Peter was to take the marker to my back every morning after I showered. Even though my ass and thighs were raw from being whipped I was to have a ten count every night when I returned from either work or school. The ten count was to be administered by Peter in the submissive area and was to be watched by all submissives on the floor. My cock was caged and would be caged at all times while I was in residence. When I was on property I would be confined to my room, except when receiving my punishment or any other circumstance my Master deemed I was to be in his presence. I was not allowed to see or speak to anyone but Master or Peter. I would only be allowed two hours a day to study my school work, the rest of my time was to be devoted to training, exercise and reflection. Reflection time was to take place in the corner of my room in submissive stance with my nose to the intersecting walls. I was allocated 6 hours a night to sleep and was to be restrained in bed, on my stomach at all times. Peter would be in charge of my schedule outside of the brownstone and would escort me to work and to school. I was never allowed to go anywhere on my own. 

The last item gave Dolan great satisfaction to read: I was to spend the following weekend in the Kennel, from Friday night when I returned from work until Sunday evening. I would be returned to my room Sunday evening at ten pm.

The worst of the punishment, however, came later that day when Master came to my room to tell Peter he would not touch me until I worthy of him. He refused to acknowledge that I was even in the room. He would have other submissives serve him. He would fuck other submissives and have other submissives suck his cock and I would be present, without my blindfold whenever this happened. To demonstrate his point he walked over to Peter told him to strip and made me watch as he fucked him. He took his time, making it last and letting Peter know how much he loved fucking his ass. When he was done he made me lick his juices as they oozed out of Peter's ass.

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As schizophrenic as it sounds when I returned to work on Monday Mr. George was warm and as pleasant as can be towards me. He carried on business as usual, talking about new accounts and mergers that were taking place. When he would look at me there was no hint of the man that I called Master.

After that first day at work and school I realized as much as I hated the punishment I looked forward to returning to the brownstone. As time passed and I found my routine I loved when I arrived to the basement to strip out of my clothes and be put through my paces. My body was changing, becoming more toned and muscular. I was eating better than I had ever eaten in my life and the few extra pounds landed in just the right places making my body even more attractive than it had been. I didn't even mind having to remain blindfolded for 30 days. I found my other senses heightening when not having the ability to see. The only thing I missed with the lack of touch, especially from my Master. Although I saw him every day at work, I quickly learned how to separate Mr. George from Master. 

Peter, as instructed treated me indifferently and with aloofness a Trainer needed when dealing with a submissive. He refused to answer any questions I had and for the most part either I listened to him or there was silence in the room. I tried to get him to tell me about the Kennel but it was forbidden to speak of upcoming punishments, which only served to make me more apprehensive. Silently I was slowly ticking the days off, dreading Friday's arrival but eventually come it did and after work I returned to the brownstone. Peter met me at the elevator, took my clothes and after my ice bath and I was fitted and locked into my cock cage he told me it was time. I was walked up the one flight of stairs where every available submissive stood in wait and ceremoniously marched me down the long corridor to my punishment. 

Burt and Ernie, as I came to call them, the handlers of the Kennels were twins. They each stood six foot eight, were ugly and mean. I'm not suggesting they were run-of-the-mill mean, I am saying they were sadistically off the charts nasty. If I could have redefined the meaning of the word 'mean' I would have footnoted it with: SEE THEM.

There were six over sized cages in the room, only three of them occupied -- I was to be the weekend fourth. The other three submissives cowered in the corners of their cages afraid to look at anything but the floor in front of them.

Peter lingered in the doorway for a long moment before the twins thanked him and slowly closed the door. 

I was now their property.

"Before we accept any strays bitches to the Kennel they have to be bathed." One of them said. He was the uglier of the two and so I silently chose the nickname Ernie for him. From behind him he lifted an industrial sized hose, twisted the fireman's shaped and sized nozzle and before I knew it they were spraying me with a magnum force of water. I spread my legs and planted my feet to root myself to my spot. I raised my arms lacing my fingers behind my neck, in my submissive stance and took the 'bath' as they called it. For over thirty minutes, until I felt like the skin was about to fall off my body and my legs were about to give out on me, they flooded me with ice cold water from my face down to my ass and back again. They each took several turns at the hose laughing and goading me on the whole time. 

"Your Master is the only Master we have to listen to. He's told us we can't fuck you or touch your precious little cock. But he told us that you love to suck cock...and suggested to us that you perfect your cock sucking techniques this weekend - so bitch you will be sucking cocks the whole time you are here. You are going to my suck cock, and my brother's cock and those fuckers in their kennels cocks. I am going to line every Trainer in this place and you will suck their cocks. When you have finished with the Trainers I will bring submissives in and you will suck their cocks - you will be their own little pet cock sucker this weekend. You will not sleep the entire you are here because all you will be doing is sucking cocks. And if you run out of cocks to suck we will bring in more cocks...mu brother and I will take pleasure in whipping you while you suck cocks, when you have to piss or shit you will have a cock in your mouth. If we ever don't see a cock in your mouth that will be the last minute you have here at the brownstone..." 

For over forty-eight hours I did exactly what they told me I was going to do. I sucked cock after cock until my jaw was practically locked open. I don't know how but somehow I survived. By the time Sunday night rolled around and Peter came to get me I had lost the ability to speak, I was sleep deprived and was beaten so badly on my ass and thighs I couldn't walk. Without saying a word to anyone Peter gently slung me over his shoulder and carried me out of the Kennel. The one thing I was forever grateful for was there was no welcome home 'you survived' contingent waiting for us and we were able to go quietly to our room. 

Peter had a bath ready for me and gingerly washed my body and let me soak. My knees were black with bruises and the healing warm water felt better than anything I could remember. I still couldn't speak but that didn't matter there was nothing I could say. All I felt was numbness and nothingness. 

"Your Master has told me that you are to sleep until eleven tomorrow morning and be at the office at noon." He said tucking me. "Sleep now Charles...sleep and dream sweet dreams..." Peter stayed up all night, sitting on the floor by my bed, watching me, soothing me when I cried tearless tears. 

I can't help but think of the quote: 'What doesn't kill you...makes you stronger'...and for me it did. I was able to get past my time in the Kennel. It only bothered me when I slept when the nightmares would creep into my sleep. The days crept on, the bruises faded, and soon ten days had passed. I still had nightmares almost nightly and Peter was always there to wake me and sooth me.

"Shhhh...don't say anything...." He whispered once again waking my from being tortured in my sleep by Burt and Ernie. He undid my restraints and removed my blindfold. "You were having another nightmare." 

I couldn't fathom why he had undone my restraints, why was this night so different? 

He laid down on the bed next to me and took me in his arms. His body was warm and smelled so good. I hadn't realized how much I missed and craved being touched. At first I didn't know what to do. Was this another test? Was Master standing outside the door? 

"I'm so sorry Charles." He whispered.

He didn't say another word. He just lifted my chin and touched his lips to mine. Slowly his mouth pried mine open his tongue hungrily seeking out mine. I couldn't help but respond, I wanted this feeling of being one with another person to never stop. Hungrily I sucked his tongue pressing my body tighter against him.

Without a sound he unlocked my cock cage and stroked me until I was hard. He rolled his body over mine, his mouth kissing and sucking at me, down my neck, over my nipples -- places no one had ever touched me before...driving me wild with desire. Tears, his tears, stained my cheeks as he pressed his body tighter to me and I felt him leaning down on me. Before I could even think, even protest, he had sunk down and was fully impaled on me. 

For the briefest of moments I froze thinking about Master Andrew and how this whole thing started. But this was such a different feeling. There was such gentleness in him, the way he laid his body over mine and it feeling so good, so right. Something inside of me ignited and I realized I needed some control over what was happening, I just couldn't let him take me. In one quick moment I rolled Peter over so I was now on top. Rising up on my knees I started slowly stroking my cock in and out of his ass. Our bodies moved together in a sensuousness I had never known before. We struggled to be as quiet as we could, but when as I felt my impending orgasm coming I couldn't help but let out a stifled moan which in turn trickled down to Peter. He didn't move. He just lay there enjoying the feeling of my cock still hard and inside of him. 

"If Master finds out we will both be cast out" he whispered in my ear.

"Then he can never find out" I said holding him, not wanting to move. I kissed him, the first man I had had ever kissed and couldn't and didn't want to ever stop. I came in him again that night. When I was done, I carefully pulled out of him, making sure there was no evidence of our tryst. 

The next day Peter refused to look at me or talk to me as I prepared for work. I wanted to talk about what had happened, but he just told me to get ready that I didn't want to be late for work.

That night another Trainer picked me up from work saying that Peter was taking a few days off.

Two days later Mr. George and I were alone in my office reviewing a merger we were working on. It was lunchtime and the office was quiet and almost empty. Without warning he stopped talking and just stared at me. I watched in amazement as he transformed from my prim and proper Mr. George to beloved Master. 

"How are you Charles?" he asked, his voice was low but strong. 

I lowered my eyes and said in a soft voice so only he would hear. "I miss you Master." I admitted honestly.

"I miss you too Charles." He got up and closed and locked the door to my office. "You have to understand, I couldn't bear seeing that man on you that night. I should have said no, but the money, no one had ever offered that much money before...Charles...and then...when you begged me to let you cum in him something inside me snapped...I am sorry...and I am deeply sorry about the Kennel...but you had to go there...I couldn't be soft on you...I had to make an example of you." 

"It is what it is. I am taking my punishment, and I hope soon we will be together again. I want you to be proud of me Master. I don't ever want to let anything like that happen again."

There was a long silence between us. "Will you do something for me?"

"I will do anything for you Master."

"Will you kneel before me right now? I need to look down on you," Silently I stood and removed my pants and underwear, folded them carefully, moved from my desk and knelt before my Master. I kept my eyes cast until he lifted my chin and looked me deeply into my eyes. "I am going to lift your punishment and call you to my quarters Friday evening."

"Thank you Master." I touched my head to his feet, wishing they were bare so I could kiss them. Joy filled my heart.

"Master?" I asked.

"Yes Charles." He was staring down at me, looking at my now hard cock, smiling.

"Now it is my turn to ask something of you...I would like very much to suck your cock right now."

Both personalities, Mr. George and Master were dumbfounded. The Mr. George personality for even thinking about sex during business hours and the Master within him for allowing his submissive to suggest and even verbally something like that. But as the two personalities came together he stepped closer to me and made no move to stop me when I unzipped his pants and took his cock in my mouth. When he was hard he stood and placed his hands on my head and began a silent fuck of my mouth. The closer he came to shooting his load the faster and deeper he shoved his cock into my mouth until he pulled me tightly to him and quietly shot his load deep into my mouth.

Afterwards, when I was dressed again and he had regained his inflexible Master demeanor he looked me dead in the eyes and told me that he was going to punish me later for being so forward. I just smiled and thanked him.

That night Peter returned and woke me up in the middle of the night. "Don't say a word." He whispered. He let me out of my restraints, removed my blindfold and told me to follow him. Quietly we made our way from our room and down a dark corridor on the other side of the elevator. He shuttled me to a storage room and closed the door. In the back of the store room he had made a makeshift bed out of an old mattress and blanket. "I found this place a while back," he told me, "I like to come here when I need to be alone." He sat on the mattress and look up at me join him. I knew this is where he had been the past few days.

"Is this part of my training Peter?" Slowly I stood straight up and clasped my hand behind my neck, casting my eyes down. 

"Oh Charles, no...." he cried jumping up. He was on me in a moment kissing me all over my face. "I wanted to be alone with you Charles. I...I...I...can't help myself, I just need to be with you..."

"But I am my Master's property." I said with sincere conviction.

"Please Charles please be with me, just tonight, I promise you I will never ask again."

"I can't Peter. I belong to my Master If I let this happen again I would never be able to look Master in his eyes again." I turned and returned to my room. When Peter finally came back I was back in my blindfold on the floor in the head down submissive kneeling stance. Without a word he put me back in bed and in my restraints. 

Peter received the news the next day that I was to be prepared for Master and delivered to him at 9pm Friday evening. 

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Life moved into a normal routine after that weekend. My relationship with Master continued to grow and from him I learned how to turn to myself to find my inner strength. The only thing that concerned both Peter and me was that without a doubt Cecil George was a very sadistic man and for some reason I brought that sadism to a level no one had ever seen before. For years every member and submissive at the brownstone, feared but also wanted him. Since he had been with me they happily stay away. My Master, quite simply, derived his sexual enjoyment from inflicting overpowering pain on me - he even on occasion shot a full load from inflicting a rather nasty caning across my ass, thighs and lower back. 

This penchant for inflicting pain slowly increased over time as my limits for accepting pain grew and soon I found myself wanting to use my safe words when I felt he was being hypnotized by his torturous punishments. I remember when Peter told me there would be no retribution if I had to use my safe words - he just didn't know my Master well enough. The first time I used my stop word Master walked out of the room and denied me his attentions for over two weeks. The second time I was forced to use a safe word he walked downstairs chose another submissive and used them in front of me while I restrained on the cross in his dungeon - for the entire weekend. In his world 'safe words' were for pussy-boys and didn't exist. 

I learned to live with the pain -- my Master's needs were more important than me. It didn't matter that there were some nights that Peter had to carried me from his room or out of his dungeon and that sometimes I carried the marks of his punishments for afterwards. Even the brownstone doctor had to temper Cecil when he was called to his room after I passed out on two occasions and my anus was so bruised I could have sex for close to three weeks.

The weird thing was all I could feel was that If my Master was content, I was being a good submissive. There were many a Monday morning that I limped into the office coming up with excuse after excuse for my battered body. Master was always careful not to leave marks that would show when I was clothed, but he didn't mind one bit that there times I could barely sit or my cock and balls hurt so badly I couldn't hold my legs together. 

Six months into my stay at the brownstone Master relaxed my restrictions and I was able to socialize with other submissives on a limited basis. I was still not allowed to be around other Masters or in the lounge or staging area and I was always caged except when I was in Master's private rooms. Saturday evenings, when Master was required to make appearances, were the most difficult when Peter and I had to remain in our room while the rest of the house was upstairs in the lounge and staging areas. I was always jealous when the submissives returned to their quarters after a night of pony play or wrestling and all I could do was listen to the stories they told. 

He also allowed me, during the week when he wasn't at the brownstone, to use my mouth to service Peter, which I did happily as often as he wanted. It took me awhile to want to suck cock again, but I had come to love the taste of a thick hot load planted in my mouth. There was also rare occasions that Peter and I would get a little carried away and somehow my cock would get uncaged and somehow it ended up in Peter's ass, but we were careful to temper these occasions and never leave evidence of our tryst. I had come to love early morning showers when Peter would join me with nothing but a smile on his face.




The Brownstone: Charles Ch. 03



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Before any of us knew it a year had passed. Cecil & Company was growing in leaps and bounds and Mr. George was getting impatient for me to finish my degree so I could concentrate my focus on the business 100%. He knew the potential he had in me and had told me that one day I would be taking the helm and the company would be mine. I took pride in knowing that I had the drive and determination to keep and grow the business, plus there was no way I would ever let Mr. George down, he had given me too much in my life to let that happen.

Late in the summer, during a short break from school, Mr. George took me with him to Washington for my first business trip. We were scheduled to spend two nights in Washington, but if any of the contract talks we were negotiating stalled we would have to stay longer. I had my reservations about the trip, mainly because I didn't know if during our down time I would be with Mr. George or Master. For so long I had been able to keep them separated, but lately my affection for Mr. George and my love for Master had grown so much I was often confused and wished there was some way I could meld the two of them together. 

We arrived in Washington Monday morning and went straight to our meetings. It was past ten that evening when we finally checked into the hotel. I was pleasantly surprised when Mr. George checked us both into the same room. It was the first time we would ever sex on a bed or spend a whole night together. 

"I don't know how to address you." I said standing by one the beds. Out of respect to the Master in him I had already taken off my clothes and had moved into my submissive stance.

"Let's try a blend of the two." He said smiling. His smiles were rare and I took them whenever I could get them. "Let's start with you calling me Cecil."

He walked over to me and ran his hands over my naked body. He had never touched me like this before, so gently. "Lay on the bed. I want to look at you while I undress."

He undressed silently, taking special care to ensure his clothes were properly hung and folded. When he was naked he pulled a chair to the end of the bed and picked up his shoes making busy time shining them while I sat on the bed, touching myself and watching him.

"I could watch you all night." He said. I was excited to try this newly blended man.

He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Just remember that underneath everything I am still your Master and we will be back at the brownstone again and you know I love punishing you."

"I can never forget that Sir, and if being with you tonight like this is going to garner me a punishment, then I say bring it on."

He walked over to the bed and ran his hands over my body again. "I've never slept in a bed with a man before" he admitted. I looked at him and realized that he was both nervous and scared.

"If this will make you uncomfortable I can sleep in the other bed Cecil, I only want to be with you if you want to be with me."

He sat on the bed, his hands still on me. "I want to tell you something...The first man I ever fucked was Dolan...I know...you don't have to say anything...but Dolan was different back then...I used him for over 15 years and never once did I spend a night in the same room with him." He paused searching for the right words. "You, on the other hand, you are so different. You have become an addiction for me. I find myself forcing myself to stay away from you. I always knew I had a need to use and fuck men, I never knew that I could be so attracted to one also."

I sat up and moved closer to him. We were inches apart. "I have dreamed of this night for a year now..." I said kissing him gently on the lips. It was the first time we had ever kissed. His body was taut with uncertainty. I held my lips to his and waited, ever so slowly he began to relax and soon he was pressing himself to me and opened his mouth to mine and a new passion between us ignited.

Cecil was the man of the house in his home, the boss of his company and the Master of his castle at the brownstone. He didn't know how to let someone else do for him. He wanted to take control of our love making, but I would not allow that. I made him lay on the bed while I catered to him. Taking my time I licked my tongue over every part of his body, from his neck down to his toes leaving him panting and begging for more. When I content that he had enough of my tongue and my version of foreplay I positioned myself on top of him, sitting on his cock in one thrusting stroke. We had never fucked in this position before. Cecil let out a loud moan as he grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them further to allow more of him into me. Leaning back, I gave him full view of my cock and balls as I stroked myself harder. 

"You are so beautiful" he said reaching out and stroking my cock with me. "You're going to shoot your cum all over me aren't you." I shook my head yes and smiled at him. "I've never tasted a man's cock before." He admitted.

"Do you want to taste mine? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"If you cum in my mouth I am going to punish you like you've never been punished before." He said grinning. 

"Your threats don't scare me any more Cecil. You know I enjoy your punishments too much."

Hours later Cecil and I were spooned together on the verge of sleep. "I've missed out on so much" he said.

"How so?"

"I never knew a man could taste so good or feel so right in my arms."

"Mmmm...I like this Cecil so very very much..." I said finally drifting off to sleep.

Cecil, the man whose life always ran by a set schedule, extended our time in Washington for three more days. Other than one short meeting to wrap up the deal we had made we spent the rest of the time bed. 

On our last morning in Washington, over breakfast Cecil pushed a small box across the table to me. 

"I was going to wait until your graduation to give this to you but I want you to have this now." I held the box in my hand, not opening it while Cecil continued talking. "I've already told you that you can measure a man by the way he dresses, the way he speaks and by his appearance -- and you my friend have exceeded any expectation I could have ever imagined. The last lesson to your key to success is time. A man that wears a cheap watch doesn't respect time and it will flow through his fingers like the cheapness of the watch...but a man that wears a good watch shows that he respects the finer things in life and will always respect time..." I opened the box and there sitting in a bed of white satin was a solid gold Cartier watch. 

Humbled by Cecil's gift I thanked him and told him that I will use the watch to cherish every moment we have together. 

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I returned to the brownstone and life picked up as it had been. Whatever Cecil and I had in Washington was a brief interlude in his life. At work he was Mr. George, working me for every penny he paid me and at the brownstone he was my Master, just as sadistic as he always had been.

It was Dolan that suddenly had become the horror of everyone's life at the brownstone -- especially mine. When Cecil offered him the position of Majordomo of the brownstone Dolan thought he had kissed his history of servitude good-bye and was going to make something of himself. He couldn't have been more wrong. He might have given the impression that he commanded respect from everyone, including Masters and although he treated everyone like they were common pheasants everyone knew who Dolan was and why he got the position he did. Silently we all laughed behind his back, knowing that one day he would get what was coming to him. The only person he continued to show respected for was my Master. 

From day one in the house Dolan had a hard-on for me. It wasn't until the Washington trip and some of Cecil's deep dark confessions that I finally understood why. He constantly followed me and berated me in front of everyone. He would tell Master if I was two minutes late returning from work, or if my shoes weren't properly shined, anything he could think of to instigate a punishment regime for me. The worst part was he took his hatred towards me out on Peter also. As my relationship with Master got stronger so did Dolan's hatred towards me. 

It was a Monday night. Mondays were infamous for being the quietest night and everyone took advantage of it to turn in early and get a good night's sleep. Peter had just restrained me in my bed and had left the room to take a shower when Dolan walked into the room.

"Good evening fuckslut" he said to me. He was shit-faced drunk. "All tucked in I see." Walking over to the bed he ran his disgusting fat fingered hands over my ass.

"What do you want Dolan?" I didn't care how I spoke to him because he couldn't touch me and Master was getting tired of his constant focus on me.

"Your 'MASTER' has put me in my place you piece of shit." He spit. "I am to leave you alone from now on."

"Then why are you here Dolan?"

"Because if I can't fuck with you I am going to make you suffer. You think you have something special? Well I had him before you and you'll never come close to what we shared..." His words were slurred and sent chills coursing throughout my body but deep down inside I knew that I did have something special that no one - not even Dolan would ever have with Cecil.

I had no idea what he had planned but knew it wasn't going to pleasant. He proceeded to undress himself, laying his clothes neatly on my desk and sat on Peter's bed, his legs spread and started playing with his cock.

Dolan was in his late 50's. He had the start of the middle age spread around his waist and had the ugliest cock I had ever seen. Cecil must have made Dolan the one exception to the rule of 8+inch cock only allowed in the house because his cock couldn't have been more than five inches long, pencil thin and had a curve that caused it to look deformed. He also didn't bother to shave himself and hair sprang out from everywhere making him look dirty and unkempt. I couldn't imagine how my Master could have ever used such a disgusting man.

When he was hard he stood and reached for my gag and placed it in my mouth. "I don't need you screaming when I start having my fun." He said. My eyes opened wide and I suddenly knew what he was planning on doing. There were no rules for sexual conduct towards Trainers. Many Trainers, having once been submissives themselves, still liked on occasion to be used, suck or be fucked by Masters and Trainers and Dolan pretty much had free rein in the house. 

As if on cue Peter came back to the room, but before he could say a word Dolan, the fastest I had ever seen him move, had him restrained, gagged and face down on the bed. It wasn't until much later that I realized that Peter most likely wouldn't have fought Dolan off even if he had the opportunity. Peter was submissive through and through and as much as he too hated Dolan his demeanor was to always submit to people that were dominate. 

"Now watch very carefully cocksucker."

From his suit jacket he pulled out a thick length of cane, something that was rarely allowed at the brownstone and without a pause started a barrage on Peter ass. He didn't leave an untouched space from the top of his ass down to his knees. Peter was screaming through the gag but to no avail, there was nothing anyone could do to stop Dolan. When he was done with the cane and Peter's ass was raw and bleeding, he announced that even though he didn't like to fuck he couldn't leave just a lovely ass empty and shoved his pathetic cock into him and continued the assault on his ass cheeks with his bare hand. Peter was incoherent. He had ceased screaming and just lay on the bed while Dolan continued using him. He finished his assault when he pulled Peter's ass to him. His face went bright red as he groaned his release. Only he didn't let go of him. He held his ass against his crotch for a long moment letting out a long guttural satisfying moan. Moments later he pulled his cock out of Peter followed by an explosion of piss and cum shooting out of Peter's ass. 

"One day, when your loving Master has thrown you to the curb, I am going to do that to your fucking ass you brown nose cock sucking piece of shit. That is one promise I will look forward to keeping!" He said turning to me, spitting across my ass then gathered up his clothing and left the room. 

I needed to get help. Peter hadn't moved in ages, I could barely hear him breathing. Finally, with adrenaline fused sheer force I was able to break through my leg restraint and started kicking forcefully against the wall. I was making as much noise as I could. 

Within minutes all hell broke out in the house. I was set free and ran to Peter's side while some else ran to get the doctor. Peter was barely conscious and not registering anything or anybody around him. The doctor told us that Peter's physical injuries, as bad as they looked were not life threatening. It was the emotional scars that worried him more. He administered a strong tranquilizer and told us that he shouldn't be left alone for the next few days.

I stayed up the whole night, doing what the doctor told me was best for Peter, applying warm compresses to his ass and thighs. Two Trainers were stationed outside of my room -- not only to make sure that Dolan didn't return, but to make sure I remained in the room and didn't go after to Dolan. 

The next morning Master walked into my room at 6 o'clock in the morning closing the door quietly behind him. I was sitting on the floor, nodding in and out of sleep. I looked up at him. I knew I should have gotten into my kneeling stance, but at that moment I just didn't care. I just sat there with big baby tears running down my face.

"How is he?" he whispered. 

"The doctor gave him a shot and said he would sleep for the next 10-12 hours. He said sleep is what is best for him."

Master pulled up a chair next to me and cupped my chin gently in his hand. "Listen to me Charles, this is very important. I have spoken to Dolan, he was drunk...he regrets what happened...."

"No...no...he's lying to you." I cried. You weren't here you didn't see the things he did to him. Look at what he did to him. Look at him." Peter's ass was a mass of black and blue with scabbing red marks across every part of his lower body. 

"I know Charles...but as the owner there are time I have to make difficult decisions... and the decision I have made is to temper Dolan not fire him." I sat in stunned silence. "Charles...I am not going to fire Dolan. This will not happen again, I promise you he will never touch anyone like this again." 

"That is your decision Master" I said in a resigned voice moving to my submissive stance, my head down. For the first time I didn't want to look into my Master's eyes. Normally it was a sign of respect not to gaze on him, this time it was because I couldn't respect the decision he had made. I knew I would take care of Dolan in my own way and in my old time. I didn't have to say it or promised it...I WOULD make Dolan pay for what he did.