4 comments/ 13397 views/ 15 favorites The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 01 By: jayjayk 1985 I knew going into my teens I didn't have any idea which sex I was actually attracted to. I had had a steady girlfriend throughout high school and convinced myself that I should be attracted to and dating women. It wasn't easy growing up in small town Iowa and always feeling different about myself. The urge to always prove to myself and others that I was just like them turned into a sports obsession and by the time I reached high school I held the distinct honor of being both the football and baseball captains. It also went without saying that my girlfriend was the clichéd head cheerleader. We were the town's sweethearts, the queen and king of the all of the proms and parties. On Friday nights we would park in the cornfields and make-out. Being the gentleman that I was I never let our relationship go past 'second base' – a little grabbing of the tits here and there but that's pretty much where it stopped. I always sensed that she was frustrated that I didn't take a more active interest in sex. I guess I was blind to it and it wasn't until she came to me three months before graduation and told me she was pregnant with another man's baby that the reality that all of my attempts at deception were most likely in vain. It didn't really matter, I had made it my main concern to get to as far away from farm country Iowa and I was more than willing to put everything else in my life on hold to achieve my goal. I was scouted by the biggest and best schools in the country and it was the happiest day of my life when my coach walked in the locker room and announced that one of the largest universities in Massachusetts had scouted me and had offered me a full scholarship. Without giving it a second thought I packed my bags and never looked back. My freshman year was a blur getting acclimated to college and life outside of Iowa. I devoted my time to studying and playing baseball, probably making me the first geeky-jock the school had ever known and closed out my first year with an outstanding 3.98gpa. I constantly had to fight a war within myself to stay strong at my sport, so I wouldn't lose my scholarship and the need to garner as much education as I could so I would never have to go back to Iowa again. At the end of my freshman year I was approached to play with a summer league AAA baseball team in Boston. Having the summer off from school allowed me to start cultivating other facets to my life. There was always a woman or two that hung close by – after all jocks were infamous for being sex machines - but I found myself shying away from that type of attention. I still wasn't fully committed to what my sexuality might or might not be. My body had developed early in life. Puberty hit me at age 10 and my body began changing quickly. I shot up, hitting close to six feet tall by the time I was thirteen along with hair on parts of my body I had never imagined hair would grow. I had a set of low hanging balls that always felt full and a dick that measure nine inches. I started masturbating soon after and found that I had an insatiable sex drive. By age eighteen I was 6'5 and my dick was a full thirteen inches long with a circumference that even my long lean fingers couldn't wrap around. I was more than capable of having 3-4 orgasms in one session and masturbated morning, noon and night. In mid August, two weeks before fall classes were to start the team traveled to Philadelphia for a series of away games. As a team we were kept on a pretty tight schedule, but there were allotted times, normally in the evenings before our ten o'clock curfew, that we could venture out on our own. During one of these times I separated from the group and explored a part of Philly that was rumored to be known for its adult bookstores and theaters. I walked into one of stores not knowing what to expect and was pleasantly surprised when I found it was a clean bright store – that happened to deal in sex toys, books and movies. A part of me wanted to go look through the books and magazine section but I couldn't decide if I wanted to look at women or men so I just walked around the store looking at all the merchandise on the shelves. Towards the back of the store I noticed a constant flow of men walking from the front of the store to the back. "You'll need to buy some tokens if you want to see the videos" the store clerk said when I started to walk down the hallway. He walked up to me and recited the pricing schedule to me. I took a twenty out of my wallet, which bought me close to a half hour of viewing time. The rooms were private, with a wooden stool securely fastened to the floor. The lights came on when you closed the door, but went down as soon as you chose a movie to watch. I scanned through the movies and found a man-on-woman movie title "The Big Fuck'. The moment the movie started the actor in the screen was already fucking the woman, his cock pounding in an out of her pussy. They were both moaning loudly but neither of them seemed to be enjoying what they were doing. For ten minutes I watched, almost to the point of boredom, them fucking until he pulled out and shot his load onto her stomach. The movie left my cold. The lights came back up again and I started flipping through the titles again when I came to the gay section. The first title jumped out at me 'John sucks Peter's Big Cock'. I inserted more coins, the lights dimmed and the movie started. It was the first time I had ever seen two men together. From the moment the movie started John was, just as the title said, sucking Peter's cock. Peter was a big black man that had a cock that I estimated to be in the 10" range. I was fascinated and awe stuck by the whole thing, especially when Peter shot his load into John's mouth and over his face. My cock was screaming to be released from my pants. By the time I started the next movie I had lost the battle and had unzipped and out at concrete attention. The second video was a group of men jerking their ample sized cocks off, shooting their loads onto each other or onto themselves. It wasn't the best video, but I loved seeing all the different men with their different sizes and thicknesses. I also found myself stroking my cock the whole time. I needed to see more cock sucking and for my last video I found a movie where one man sucked off twelve different men, each of them cumming in his mouth. At the end of the movie they all stood around the man and at the same time shot a second load all over his face, hair and chest. I shot my load just as they all did onto the floor just as the twelve of them came. I left the room feeling oddly satisfied and just a little bit dirty. Still having an hour to kill before I had to be back at the hotel, and needing more time to get my sizable hard on tamed, I distracted myself by reading a bulletin board in the hallway between the video booths and store. Most of the messages on the board were men looking for other men or invitations to suck cock for free, none of which I found very interesting until my eyes landed on neatly written index card: NYC – SAMMIES ON 49th STREET – THE ONLY PLACE TO MEET MEN ENDOWED WITH MORE THAN A MOUTHFUL. OPEN 365 DAYS FROM 4pm to 4AM. Looking to see that no one was around I grabbed the card and left the store. ******************** I kept the card in my wallet, looking at it every time I took my wallet out. I became obsessed with the idea of going there. I wanted to meet other men that were like me. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around I made the decision to fore go staying in the dorms for the holiday to travel to New York for the long weekend. I walked into SAMMIES at 4pm the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Being 19 and never having frequented any bar before I had no concept that bars, gay bars in particular, didn't come alive until much later in the evening. For the first two hours it was just me and the bartender, Tom. He was a nice enough guy and since I wasn't drinking alcohol he didn't bother to card me. To him I was a prime piece of meat looking to be picked up, I was good for business and he wasn't going to stand in my way. We talked nonchalantly about the weather and where I lived. He was from Boston and knew a lot about the school I was attending and told me how smart I must be to be going there on a full scholarship. I didn't bother to tell him it was a jock-ship, my word for an athletic scholarship. It just felt good that someone was judging me on being smart and not for sports. He asked how I found out about the place. At first I wanted to lie and tell him that friends had told me about it, but I was never a good liar and admitted that I saw an index card with the bar's name at an adult bookstore in Philadelphia. He looked at me quizzically and then shook his head that he did know about the free advertising they sometimes did at adult bookstores. "So you like big dicks?" He asked. I shrugged not committing either way. "You have a big dick?" I knew I flushed too many shades of red as I shook my head that I did. "Ya feel like showing me?" Somehow I didn't get the feeling he was coming on to me, more like checking me out for some reason. "Sure, I guess..." We stepped into the liquor store room behind the bar. Like a jerk I stood for a long moment before I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. I had been around men in the locker room for too many years to be suddenly embarrassed at one person looking at my cock. It took barely thirty seconds for me to get a full hard on. Tom just stood and starred. "Yep you got one beautiful cock there boy. You'll have not trouble attracting attention with that thing." "Thanks..." I think. I still wasn't sure. I just knew I needed to explore the possibility. Like nothing happened he turned to grab some bottles while I put myself back together and we walked back into the bar area. Tom busied himself with more bar work and left me sitting alone again. Knowing that the place was going to be ultra quiet for the next few hours I pulled one of my text books out and absorbed myself in studying for a few hours. I had learned over the past year that with the heavy sports schedule I kept I had to take every free opportunity I could to hit the books. "Excuse me, is this seat taken". The words shook me from my book as I drifted my eyes to the man that had taken the seat next to me. His voice had a husky soft quality that made me want to listen to whatever he had to say. Closing my book and pushing it to one side I turned and looked at him more closely. He was classically handsome -the stereotypical business man, dressed in a tailored suit with long manicured fingers that he ran slowly down the glass of what I soon found out was single malt scotch. I felt so second-rate sitting next to him - the jock, dressed down in $19.99 jeans and a cheap button down shirt that was ill-fitted over my muscular chest. "My name is Charles" he said, extending his hand to mine. "Michael" I said my voice cracking slightly. His hand touched mine and I knew immediately that my world was about to change forever. Silently I looked up to see make sure that Charles couldn't seen the obvious big neon sign that was flashing over my head with confirmation that my first time sexual experience was going to be with a man – and it was going to be with this man! His eyes followed mine for a brief moment then returned to me "First time...here?" I felt like his eyes were piercing through me and wondered if he able to read my mind. "Yes." I said, shaking my head. "First time in New York.... First time in a bar...first time for a lot of things..." as my voice trailed off I found my face hot with embarrassment. He reached his hand out and touched my shoulder as a gesture of welcome. His voice was calm and reassured me that he fully understood what I was trying to convey to him. We spoke at length about many things over the next few hours, but mostly about me. He asked endless questions about my life; where I came from, where I was going to school, what I wanted to do in my life. He spoke little about himself just enough for me to know that within his job and personal life he split his time between New York and Washington, DC. He also let me know he was married but his life with his wife and his life outside of his marriage were two very distinct and separate things. By 9pm the bar was filling up and Charles was ready to leave. "Would you like to take a ride with me Michael?" Without hesitation I shook my head yes. As we stood to leave, he turned me around and guided me away from the front entrance to the doorway I had gone through with Tom earlier. We walked through the storeroom to a doorway that led us to the alley behind the bar. "I don't do public entrances Michael. As I hope you will come to find out I am an extremely private person. I choose very carefully who I associate myself with and expect that they maintain that same level of privacy." "Ye...Yes, I understand Charles" I said nervously. Waiting for us was a black stretch limousine like the ones I had only seen in movies. A chauffeur held the door as we got in and sunk down into the soft leather seats. A drink sat in a cup holder waiting for Charles. "May I offer you something to drink?" He asked. I shook my head and told him I was fine. "Have you had many sexual experiences Michael?" Charles blurted out as soon as the limo started moving. The privacy screen was up and it was just him and I. "Well...no sir...I haven't had any experiences at all." I said, avoiding any eye contact with him. "What brought you to the bar then?" he asked. His hand reached out and turned my head to his. "I...I..." suddenly words had left me and I didn't know how to tell him. "Michael, take a deep breath and think about what you want to say. I will not judge you, I am just curious about you" "Yes... sir... I understand..." I said nodding. After a long moment I had composed myself and was able to speak. "I think I have always felt myself attracted to men...and...well... I am kinda different, I think, and feel that maybe a man would be more accepting of me than a woman." I blurted the words out almost incoherently. "You sound like you are very confused Michael. What makes you think you are different?" He had this way of comforting me with the way he spoke, the way he always said my name and was so very calm without being patronizing. "I'm...uh...well...I'm sort of larger than most of the men I've ever seen." I said. "Hmm...Have you ever considered that the men you have seen just weren't as developed as you are Michael; after all, you are still very young?" He moved his body slightly closer to mine. "Would you like to show me what you are talking about". His attitude was so calming, not lecherous, but more like a teacher helping a pupil solve a difficult math equation. "Here?" I croaked, hating myself for sounding like such an idiot. He let out a low, from the gut chuckle and said "Why not? We are alone, no one can see us." My mind was racing, trying to work through all the dilemmas I was facing at that moment. The biggest one being I couldn't figure out how I would be able to unzip my all too tight jeans and release my raging hard-on I had been fighting with from the moment Charles sat down next to me at the bar, without looking like a total fool. "Would you like some help?" he asked smiling. "Um...no sir, I can do it." Reaching down I struggled with the too tight top button until I was ready to rip it off. When I was finally able to release it I moved to the zipper slowly letting it slide down while I decided if I really wanted to do this. I could feel Charles' gaze glued to me. The one thing I was truly grateful for was I had the hindsight to go commando that day and after a brief moment my raging cock sprang from the folds of my jeans. Charles cleared his throat and sat up; his eyes were wide as he stared at my cock. For the longest moment there wasn't a sound in the limo. "Oh my boy, you shouldn't be ashamed of being different, you should be proud, especially with such perfection!" he exclaimed. I leaned back a little in the seat and found myself holding my cock out more for him to look at. "Would you like to see my cock Michael" he said suddenly. Shyly I shook my head yes. Moving to a seat across from me Charles undid his pants and pulled his cock out. "What do you think Michael?" He held his cock out for me to see. Although he wasn't as thick as I was he had more length then my cock. A sudden sense of relief poured over me, for the first time in my life I didn't feel like an outcast. "It's wonderful Charles!" I exclaimed. I watched as he drew his hand over his cock with long deep strokes and rubbed his thumb lightly over the smooth rigid head. I found myself mesmerized by the whole thing. "This is the first time you've been alone with a man isn't it Michael?" He knew the answer, why he asked was beyond me. "Are you looking to explore a relationship with another man?" Shaking my head I admitted freely that I didn't. The tonality of his voice changed slightly from the husky whisper to one of confidence and firmness. "Michael, listen to me carefully...." His voice was so hypnotic. "If you want to explore something I want to make sure that we take things very slowly. It is important to me that you know that you can trust me and be comfortable with everything that will happen to you. I'm not looking for a quick fuck or a one night stand - although there are times with the right person a quick deep fuck can be fun!" He said smiling but then became serious again. "In the perfect world I envision Michael I am looking for someone to build a continuing sexual relationship. Does that sound like something you might be interested in?" "I'm a college student sir..." With the wave of a hand he cut me off even before I could finish my sentence. "Michael I am asking you if you would like to explore a sexual relationship with me, not for excuses why you might not be able to." I stared at him for a moment; I was more than convinced he 'was' the person I was destined to explore my sexuality with. I knew it the moment he sat down next to me at the bar and sitting here with him like this only sign, sealed and confirmed it. "Yes sir, I would like that very much." I said confidently. "Very good Michael.,, right now, what I would like for you to do is to remove your jeans and come sit on the floor in front of me" He quietly removed his own pants and silk boxers, which he folded neatly while he watched my every movement and I could tell from the look on his face he was pleased with my eagerness to learn. "What I would like for you to do right now Michael is to touch my cock, take it in your hand and stroke it very slowly, I don't want to cum too quickly." A deep groan emitted from him when I touched him the first time. He placed his hand over mind and whispered to go slowly. The excitement of the evening was driving him very close and he wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as he could. I shifted closer to him. The darkness of the limo was obstructing a clear vision of his cock. Sensing I wanted to see more, Charles spread his legs wider. His cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The sheer length was maddening and the proportion of the length to the thickness was absolute perfection. My hand continued to stroke him and I found myself fixated on it. When a big bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit and began to make its way across the smooth wide head my first instinct was to rub my thumb over it. But a flash of the video I had seen in Philadelphia drove me to lean forward and lick my tongue over the head. Ever so gently the tip of my tongue grazed over his slit and for the first time I tasted the sweetness of another man. He moaned softly again but made no move to stop me. Instead he pulled back slightly, so he could have a better view of what I was doing and simply smiled as I started to explore him. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 01 His hand was still wrapped around mine, holding my one hand at the base of his cock, as I gently sucked his cock-head into my mouth. The head of his cock disappeared between my lips letting me graze my teeth lightly across the ridge while my tongue worked in small circles around the head. He was whispering my name and as I looked up at him I could see shameless ecstasy written on every line of his face. Within minutes his breathing began to increase and I could feel body tightening. "I'm going to cum soon Michael. I would like to cum in your mouth but only if you are comfortable with that." He voice was once again deep and throaty. I let him know I wanted it as much as he did by tightening my lips around him and lowering my head further down his rock hard pole. "Take my balls in your hand...wrap your hand around my shaft...I want you to feel every part of my orgasm" he was panting, gasping with every word "when I cum please don't swallow it, just hold it in your mouth." My eyes met his. There was this wildness about them as they pierced into me, controlling me, and controlling his orgasm. He reached out and forced my head further down his cock as he slowly began stroking his cock in and out of my mouth. My one hand felt his balls tighten and shrink up to his cock while the other was wrapped around the base of his cock. My mouth was gliding up and down his pole, with each stroke I kept trying to take more and more of him. His hips rose from the seat and for a split second there was deadening silence and then a deep guttural groan mixed with a louder "AHHHH" as his balls pulsed and his cock swelled even more in my mouth. Suddenly I felt the first streams of cum shot from him and into my mouth. I could feel the alternating pulses from his balls and his shaft as jet after jet continued to shoot in my mouth. His hands held my head tightly over his cock until the waves of his orgasm started to subside and he began to breathe again. My mouth was still wrapped around his cock-head with his load settled on my tongue. Although I had swallowed some, there was still a huge amount of cum waiting for him. After taking several deep breaths Charles sat up and pulled his cock from my mouth. His hand came up and lifted my chin as he starred into my eyes. In one quick moment he leaned forward and brought his mouth to mine, prying it open with his tongue, it shot out against mine drawing the remaining cum and my tongue deep into his mouth. He held his mouth to mine, kissing me long and hard. The initial shock of a man kissing me soon wore off and I found myself pressing against him desperately wanting more of his mouth and tongue. "I have to admit that was a first Michael." He finally said drawing away from me. I looked at him inquisitively, "I have never had such an urgent need and have never been able to not control my orgasm like that before. You are so very innocent and so very hot and I just couldn't control myself!" I gave him an ear-to-ear smile and took the liberty of resting my head against his bare thigh. "Now, whatever shall we do with you?" He said running his long fingers through my hair. It was a question I wasn't expecting and didn't know how to answer him. He thought for a long moment than asked me to sit more to the center of the floor. Not content with how I was sitting, he gently moved my legs apart with his foot spreading my legs wider so he could see all of me. I was mildly shocked that I felt no embarrassment sitting in front of him like I was, but his persona was so calming, it just felt so natural to let him have full access to my cock and balls. "You are indeed a very special man Michael and I can only envision that we will both receive amply enjoyment from that cock of yours." He let out a brief sigh and continued speaking. "Now I want to see you cum Michael. I want to watch you stroke your cock. I want you to listen to my voice as I tell what I am feeling as you do this." Leaning back on one hand I started stroking myself ever so slowly. My balls were full and heavy I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long. "I want you to close your eyes for a moment Michael and feel what you are doing... I love watching how gently you stroke yourself, how you move your hand in circular motions around every part of your thick shaft and rub your thumb over your engorged head to grab some lubricant..." His voice drifted off causing me to open my eyes and look at him. His was stroking his now recovered cock as he began to speak again. "One day, and very soon, I am going to suck the head of your cock until you shoot your load in my mouth and I hope you will want me to share it with you like you shared with me." I know I mumbled yes, but his voice was pushing me over the edge and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold out too much longer. "Now listen Michael... when you are ready to cum I want you to cum in this glass, can you do that for me?" I shook my head yes rose to my knees and started stroking myself harder. "That's it... Oh yes Michael... cum for me, shoot your load into this glass, and as soon as you do that I am going to shoot my load into the same glass... cum for me Michael, yesssss...." He hissed as the first wave of cum erupted from my cock. My free hand slapped to my cock so both my hands were stroking my shaft as wave after wave of cum shot from me. I was rocking on my heels feeling the wonderful sensation of my throbbing cock cumming over and over again. I felt Charles move and I threw my eyes open to see that he too had started to stroke his cock harder and was going to cum also. Shifting closer to him I continued to stroke my cock harder and felt a second wave of orgasm building inside my balls. Within seconds, in unison, we were shooting our loads into the glass and moaning loudly as the heads of our cocks shot hot cum onto each others. Our orgasms subsided and as minutes ticked by, our panting evened out as our breathing began to return to normal. Charles held the almost half full scotch glass we had just cum in to his lips. "I love the taste of warm fresh cum." He sighed as he downed the contents in one quick shot. Without hesitation I moved quickly to his side and pressed my lips against his, begging for the same kiss he had given me minutes before. Our tongues crashed together as I sucked his tongue deeply into my mouth, milking it for the flavor of our mixed juices. "Your cock is still hard?" He half asked, half stated breaking the awkward silence between us. "Yes, I can cum many times before I go soft." "Do you need to cum again?" I shook my head no and let him know I was fine. I had moved from the floor back up to the seat and was in the process of putting my jeans back on. Charles had very meticulously cleaned himself up and was sitting back in his seat waiting on me. "Where are you staying while you are here in New York?" he asked after another painful silence. I told him I was staying at the YMCA. It was the least expensive accommodation I could find on my student budget. A slight chuckle slipped from his lip as he picked up intercom phone and instructed the driver to take us to the Y. "I would like for us to be able to spend some time together this weekend if you are available. Please understand that as much as I would like to have you stay with me unfortunately you can't while I am here in New York, you understand that don't you Michael?" He knew that I understood and continued talking. "I also can't bear the thought of you staying at a place like that. If you would let me, I would like to get you a room at a hotel close to where I am staying, this way we can see each other whenever I am free." "That's very generous of you Charles." I told him. I did not feel comfortable accepting such generosity, but at that point I think my cock was making my decisions for me. "I would also like to get you some clothes that are more..." He stumbled over the next few words, not wanting to hurt my feeling too much. "....um... well more appropriate if we do venture out for a meal. And Michael, if we do go out I will introduce you as an intern from my office. I will tell people that you are studying business at a Boston university and will be spending yours breaks with me learning the business from the ground up. I hope this is acceptable to you." "Yes sir, I guess that would be okay..." My voice trailed off not knowing how to say the things I felt I needed to say. "What is it Michael?" he asked, his voice was so soft and filled with concern. "It's just everything is moving so quickly, I don't know what to think, what to feel. You...you are being very generous to me, and I just keep wondering why? What's so special about me?" Charles interrupted me immediately. "Michael I want you to try and do just one thing for me, and that is to go with everything that is happening and going to happen to you. Don't question it, don't read too much into it, but learn from it and grow from it." He leaned forward and kissed my lips gently, his mouth opened to mine and for the next few minutes we lost ourselves in each other. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 02 A light knocking on the door the next morning woke me from my sleep. The king sized bed I was sleeping in was far more comfortable than the single at the Y or even my too short bed in the dorm. The last thing that Charles requested of me before he departed from the limo was that I not cum again until we saw each other. At first I didn't know if that was possible. My libido was in constant overdrive and I was accustomed to a daily routine of casting off loads 3-4 times a day. I woke up with my hand wrapped around my cock but quickly stopped myself. I didn't want to disappoint Charles and decided try my hardest to do as he requested. The knocking persisted forcing me to get up. My cock was rock hard and screaming for release and it took everything I had to answer the door. Cracking the door slightly I saw an attractive woman patiently waiting for me . "Mr. Layton?" She inquired, knowing full well who I was. "Yes?" "My employer sent me by to get you and take you about town today." Her voice was tinged with an English accent. "I am his personal assistant." She added. Finally realizing that she woke me up she recommended I meet her in hotel restaurant as soon as I could get ready, as we had a busy day ahead of us, and she would go over my schedule for the day. Thirty minutes later I was listening to Ms. Penelope Wilson as she rattled on about my day while I ate an egg white omelet with fruit and whole wheat toast that had been pre-ordered and placed in front of me. 'Mr. C', as she referred to Charles had been very specific about my schedule for the day. The morning had been earmarked for getting new clothes and a proper shave and haircut. I didn't really understand why I needed another shave after all I had just shaved with a brand new .25 cent Bic razor in my room - I thought it did a decent enough job. Not wanting to appear rude I just continued to listen as Ms. Wilson droned on. I would have a late lunch before I would be shuttled to Mr. Charles' private club for a massage and steam. A car would pick me up at 6:30 pm to make a 7pm dinner reservation with Mr. C and his guests. Proper dress was required. For the briefest moment I wondered if I was still asleep and this was all a dream. But it wasn't, and I realized that even though there was a part of me that looked forward to everything that Ms. Wilson was mapping out for me, there was something was about the whole thing that was nagging at me. It all seemed so planned, so regimented. Maybe it was because I had never been exposed to this type of life before. So far in my life the only expectations anyone ever had of me were to play a decent game of ball and get good grades in school. Or maybe because suddenly this whole process was making me feel like I was being prostituted. I disliked that someone was paying for the room I was sleeping in, choosing the food I was eating and deciding on the clothes that I was 'expected' to wear. I felt like all of this was taking away any options I would have about continuing exploring something with Charles. I was beginning to believe that if I accepted all of these things it would be expected of me to have sex – in essence to perform. I did want Charles, he was probably the most exciting person I had ever met and just thinking about him made my cock hard...I just wasn't sure it was under these circumstances. Ms. Wilson didn't appear to be uncomfortable dealing with me – like this was something she did every day. Was Charles that type of man that found unsuspecting men like me and did this on a regular basis? Did he have a stable of Iowa farm boys at his beck and call? Last night he made it seem like he had been looking for me for a long time. Ms. Wilson accompanied me to Barneys where I stripped down to my underwear and spent the bulk of the morning being fitted with a pre-selected wardrobe of clothing. Chosen for me were two suits, one navy blue and one dark grey, 4 dress shirts that were tailored to fit me like a glove. In addition Charles included some additional casual clothing 'to be worn for off business times' as Ms. Wilson put it, as well as shoes, socks and new undergarments. In all my life I had never had so many clothes. As if Barney's wasn't overwhelming enough, without taking a breath, we moved to our next stop – Renaldo's. Ms. Wilson left me at the door to the 'salon' with instructions that I was to meet her back at the hotel when I was done. The limo was at my avail and after handing me the phone number to reach the limo driver she departed. Renaldo was Charles's personal barber or stylist as he called himself. He was the most unique and gregarious person I had ever met in my life. The salon was located off 5th Avenue in a converted basement space of the building that had a mixture of businesses and apartments. The large windowless one room shop was not excessively decorated, but what it lacked in decor Renaldo made up in his outgoing personality. The main focal point to the room was a large barber chair that I later found out converted into a table with the flip of several switches and sat in the center of the room. To left side of the room there was a small neatly appointed kitchenette and bar. Opposite that, on the right side of the room was a full large bathroom combination changing room area complete with a shower and jetted tub. Renaldo was a story onto himself. He was the first openly gay man I had ever met. He was oddly good-looking, in a taller Al Pacino type of way and spoke with such a thick Italian accent I could barely understand him. Charged with way too much energy and perpetually happy, the glass was always half full for him,he expected everyone around him to be as happy as he was. For the first five minutes he ran his hands through my hair, not saying a word, just getting the feel for my hair and what style would suit me best. When he was done he told me to go take a shower, use the shampoo that was there, and return to him. The caveat to the shower being that when I was done I wasn't to put my clothes back on again. My eyes had to be the size of Nebraska – why did this man want me naked? What was he going to do to me? Giving me a stern look he sent me on my way. Once again I was baffled by orders being given to me. I was starting to find that this weekend away was both challenging and intriguing. The shower was warm and soothing and for a few moments I was able to let everything go and relax. An ultra-soft towel waited for me when I was done which I wrapped around my waist before returning to the salon. Renaldo sat patiently waiting for me on a stool next to his barber chair. "Ah... good" he said with his strong Italian accent when I returned. He guided me to the chair and without hesitation flipped a lever so the chair went from an upright position to laying flat on my back. He told me he was going to shave me and that it was very important that I remain relaxed. My breath hitched momentarily when I finally realized what he was about to do to me. He peeled the towel away and looked over my body. A sharp whistle seared through his gaped front teeth as he slapped his hand against his cheek and exclaimed "Momma Mia!" over and over again. "You be da Rodin, you be a perfection. I have never a seen such beauty." Instinctively my hands moved to cover myself. "No...no...no... you must not a to cover yourself, you must to be a proud of yourself." I let my hands drop slowly earning an ear-to-ear smile from Renaldo. "Si...Si...Si..." he whispered. "Now we to begin a." He said. For the next two hours Renaldo meticulously groomed my body. He applied hot towels to my face then using a straight barber's razor gave me the closest shave I had ever had. When he was done he applied a cleansing peel to my face. It took me awhile to get used to his accent but I was finally able to gather that I didn't take proper care of my skin and had badly clogged pores and that from now on I was to only use his products. He told me a beautiful face like mine will get me far in the business world. My mind drifted to Charles and realized that maybe Renaldo did know what he was talking about. Then he pulled out the wax. I had heard about some jocks that waxed their bodies, especially runners who felt it gave them an added advantage, but I had never entertained the thought. "Mister Charles he a like a little hair, but not a too much a. Please no a worry I be a very gentle, you a very a special man and I a make you molto bello." No matter how gentle someone is waxing is still an unpleasant experience! He told me that hair around the nipples was no good. So with a slather, zip and rip it was gone. He left my happy trail telling me it was just too sexy to remove. Then he moved down to my cock and balls. Renaldo was a pro and told me I had nothing to worry about. He spread my legs, positioning them in stirrups on the side of the table-chair. Talking to me the whole time, telling me each step he was taking was reassuring to a point. He applied a thin layer of numbing cream to my balls then applied what he explained to be a special wax he had developed. The wax, he further explained, when heated slightly and applied to the more sensitive areas would expand the pores, making it easier for the hairs to be removed. He also told me that with regular waxing it would eventually cause the hair to grow more slowly and definitely more finely. Before I could let out a few deep breaths the procedure was over and Renaldo was moving me around for the final waxing. My ass! I wanted to protest, I know my ass was protesting as my puckered hole clenched tightly drawing my ass cheeks together. Renaldo just laughed as he raised and spread me wider in the stirrup rests. Releasing the bottom part of the table chair he positioned my ass so it was resting on the edge. Renaldo rolled the low seated stool between my legs. He seemed pleased that my ass cheeks weren't hairy, but warned me that it is the curse of most men to grow heavy hair in this area. As he spoke he gently spread my cheeks and applied another thin layer of wax from the top of my crack to my balls and all the way to my pucker hole. "You be a virgin, si?" he asked as he waited for the wax to cool. I didn't feel his question warranted an answer, so I let him think what he wanted to as he pulled the strips of cotton down and away from my body. How many other men had Renaldo done this to for Charles? By 2pm I was done and on my way back to the hotel. My hair was cut to perfection and my tingly, much less hairy body was grateful it was over. Ms. Wilson met me at the limo and we were whisked off to the lunch only because that's what it said to do on her list. As scheduled, after lunch the limo took me to Charles' private club. Like everything that had crossed my path in the last 24 hours Charles club was so upscale it didn't have a public address. A steward greeted me in the lobby and escorted me to a private room where I was instructed once again to remove my clothing, geez people sure liked me with no clothes on, he handed me a towel-wrap that I pulled around my waist and followed him to a common area where several men were sitting about talking. "The steam room is over there sir" the steward pointed out as we walked around the area. Eerily, every eye in the area was on me. "There is a pool in the next area if you care to take a swim. Food, drinks, alcohol are located here, just ask any steward and they will be more than happy to assist you. When you are ready for your massage just return to your room and you will be taken care of." Left alone I wondered around the lounge and entered the steam room. The room wasn't like the gymnasium type I was used to school. The eucalyptus scented steam was lush and invigorating. I laid on one of the teak benches and closed my eyes – relaxation was immediate. "Good afternoon Michael." It was his voice, that soft whispering voice that commanded attention. I sat up and watched Charles entering the room. "How are you feeling today? Are you having a good time" he asked. "Ye...yes...sir, although I have to admit I didn't care too much for some of the stuff Renaldo did to me." I felt like I let out a little giggle, but men don't giggle, do they? He let out a hearty laugh and said. "But if you touch yourself now you will feel how good the results are." He stared at me, waiting for me to do as he suggested. Spreading my legs slightly I touched my fingers to my balls and felt their smooth softness – just like Charles' had felt last night. Without hesitation Charles sat next to me and intertwined my fingers with his as we explored my newly waxed areas. My cock immediately went rigid making a tepee tent in my towel. "I look forward to being with you tonight Michael. I hope you do too." A simple yes passed through my lips as his lips then his tongue glided over mine for the briefest moment. I wanted to reach out and pull him against my body feeling his nakedness against mine. Gawd this man was driving me crazy! "As much as I would love to stay here with you all afternoon I must go now. I will see you this evening. I have asked my personal valet Peyton to make sure your clothes are laid out and ready for our dinner tonight. " He stood to leave, hesitated for a moment and turned to me. "Michael, we will be having drinks and dinner at a public restaurant tonight with some very influential people. It is a business meeting and you must behave accordingly. I will be very different with these people than I am when it is just you and me. It is imperative that you learn there are two facets to our relationship. Do I make myself clear?" His voice slipped into this 'all business' commanding tone that sent chills up spine. This is a man I did not want to cross – ever! Without saying another word he turned and left the room...leaving me feeling oddly despondent. Charles' cold manner snapped me back to reality. There were so many sides to Charles. One minute he was this sexy needy man, then he could change into this man that had to have total control over everything, and now I saw this new side - the business side of him, cold and ruthless. Charles had to be the most exciting man I had ever met but it still boiled down to the fact that I was just a simple 19 year old farm boy from Iowa who had never been exposed to the things that Charles had shown me in the past 12 hours. I was bothered by all the 'rules' that Charles carried with him, that I was being forced to follow. Do this, dress like this, shave this, act like this. He seemed to be molding me into someone he wanted me to be and I wasn't sure I ready for or even wanted this. I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't good enough, as I was, for him. I returned to the hotel still confused to find my room had been transformed in the few hours I had been gone. The closet and dresser were filled with the new clothes. An empty and very expensive looking suitcase sat on the luggage rack at the end of the bed. The few pieces of clothing, my school books and toiletries I had come with were neatly packed away in my backpack and stowed in the back of the closest. In the bathroom I found bottle after bottle of personal items from Renaldo's. New shoes sat shined and ready to wear. Sitting on the bed I looked over to the nightstand and found a bottle of lubricant with the seal still intact. Everything was all neat and tidy and thought out ahead of time. I was a sophomore in college on what I thought was a single minded track. I had a minimum of four or five more years of school before I could reach the goals I had set for myself and I refused to let anything stand in my way to achieving them. Returning to Iowa was not an option and the next few years were the most crucial of my life. I had this nagging feeling deep inside of me, telling me if I went through with this thing with Charles there would be no turning back and there was a strong possibility that I could be throwing every goal I had set for myself away. Walking around the room looking at all the things that Charles was trying to turn me into, my eyes stopped on the new suit his 'personal valet' had chosen for me to wear. My fingers traced their way across the fabric. I had never felt a material as lush as this before. This suit cost more than my food allotment for the year and was a long way from my $19.99 jeans or the polyester baseball pants I was used to wearing. My eyes drifted over to the white shirt with subtle almost invisible grey stripes running through it. A light yellow power tie was laid over the shirt. Navy blue sock were placed next to a white T-shirt and white silk boxer shorts, just like the ones Charles wore. I picked up the boxers, feeling the luxurious fabric between my fingers and realized that this one pair of boxer shorts probably cost more than my entire current wardrobe. Laying the boxers back on the dresser I found a neatly printed note card from Peyton telling me to call him if I needed assistance getting dressed and to meet Mr. Charles in the lobby promptly at 6:30. ************************** The clock ticked to 6:00 pm as I looked back at the room. I had changed out of the 'casual wear' Charles had chosen for me back to the jeans I had worn last night. I put the room key on the dresser and let the door slowly click shut, hesitating for the briefest moment before I walked to the elevator. Leaving just seemed to be the only option for me. The bus back to Boston was mostly empty and I was able to cram in a few hours of studying. It was close to 2am when I finally made it back to the dorm. The dorms were officially closed for the holiday but security was on duty to let me in. "I hope you don't mind, but your uncle showed up a little while ago, said he missed you at the bus station. I let him into your room" he told me. I bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time and ran to my room. Opening the door my heart almost stopped when I saw Charles casually sitting on my bed. "What the hell are you doing here?" I choked out, still out of breath from the stairs and nervous by his appearance. Charles gave me a stunned reaction to my outburst but spoke calmly when he finally opened his mouth. "I came to find out why you left Michael." I just shook my head in disbelief. "Charles...I ...I...at the time it just felt like the right thing for me to do!" There, I said it. "Sit down Michael. I want you to tell me everything you are feeling and why you felt you needed to leave" His voice was soft and filled with concern. "I don't know how to put all of these...feelings...into words Charles." I said finally. He stared at me and waited patiently for me speak again. "I couldn't breathe...everything was moving too fast. You have to understand...I have these goals I set for myself, there are things that I have to do in my life and I was afraid that being with you wouldn't allow me fulfill them." "Please tell me more, tell me about your goals." He whispered. His body relaxed as he leaned back on the bed giving me his full attention. The pressures of the day soon disappeared and I found myself remembering how easy it was to talk to him. "Charles, my father was my hero. He was President of the largest bank in Ames. But he died when I when I was just a kid..." I paused for a moment to reflect on the only man I had ever truly admired...well before I met Charles. "After he died my mother and I moved back to her home town to the farm her parents had owned. I hated it. Her parents passed soon after and because of bad investments on their part we lost the farm a few years later. We moved into a one bedroom apartment in town. She had married my father when she was just out of high school and had never worked a day in her life. She had no skills whatsoever to support us. To keep us going she worked as a waitress during the day and cleaned office buildings in the evening just so that we could keep the roof over our heads. When she died suddenly I was a senior in high school and was left with nothing. No family, no heritance – simply nothing. To make matters worse I was forced to live my last six months of high school as a ward of the state. I promised myself I would never live like that again. I left Iowa with the goal of never going back there. The only thing I have in life at this moment is this fucking baseball scholarship, it's the only way I can stay in school and I can't do anything to lose it." The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 02 "And you think that being with me might jeopardize it?" he asked. "Yes...no...I think so...FUCK Charles, I don't know...at the moment I left the New York it seemed a lot clearer than it does right now..." my sentenced drifted as Charles sat up and looked me dead in the eyes. "I've listened to you, now I'd like you to listen to me please. My walking into that bar wasn't by accident. I own that bar, and the bartender works for me. It is his job to be my eyes and ears. It is also his job to let me know if anyone comes in that I might find...that I might want to meet. He thought you were interesting enough for me to come and meet...and Michael, he was correct." He stopped for a brief moment. "I know how that might sound, but I am a very rich man and there are people that would like to bring me down and look for any weaknesses I might have." "But why would he think you would be interested in me?" I asked. "Michael, as I have explained to you, I am not looking for a one time fuck. I want to build a relationship with someone, someone that I can trust explicitly and I think you are that person. I guess that when Tom saw you he thought the same thing. After all how many men go to a gay bar with the intent to pick up another man and spend their time with their nose in a book studying Economics instead?" He paused to gather his thoughts. "Michael, I don't want to stand in your way of your education. Hell, if I didn't think you'd bite my head off I'd offer to pay for it and be a mentor to you also." He stop but realized there was something else he needed to say. "I have goals too Michael and if you will give us an opportunity to know each other, I would love to share them with you." I was shocked. No one had ever put such faith and trust in me before. "I'm sorry" I finally said, "I should have spoken to you before I left" "Yes you should have Michael," He said in a mock stern voice, "but I do forgive you" He said smiling at me. "And now that it's all settled my vote is that we continue our weekend! That is, if you want to." "You still want to see me?" I asked shocked. There was no limo this time, just a Mercedes 500SEL. "I have a business associate that owns a vacation home on the Cape, he called the caretaker and had them open the house and stock the fridge for us." "But...But...I thought you had business to conduct in New York..." I said. "Michael, as you get to know me you will learn that I am a very rich and extremely powerful man which gives me the right to conduct business when it suits me. Trust me, people will wait for me." It was just that simple. Charles drove and also did most of the talking. He was open to most of my questions. His upbringing almost mirrored mine in that he came from small town America with the goal of never going back again. When it was evident his family wasn't going to help him with paying for his college education he boarded a bus bound for New York and on his own he put himself through school while he held down a full time job. "...and your wife doesn't mind that you aren't home for Thanksgiving?" I asked. "No, Mary and I lead very separate lives and rarely do things together. She has her charity work that keeps her busy. Also...she has been ill this past year and spends most of her time in bed and on painkillers. She prefers to be alone when she has to be so medicated." There was a quiet sadness in his voice when he spoke about her. ************** It was just before 4am when we pulled into the house on the Cape. From the outside it looked like your typical New England Cape Cod house. But the owner had made extensive interior renovations and from the moment you entered into the house you were transported from house by the beach to ultra modern and sleek. The house sat on six acres with no neighbors within walking range. The best part of the house was the entire back of the house was open, with large bay windows that looked out over the ocean so no matter where you stood on the ground floor you could see the nature at its best. "I don't know about you but it's been a long day and I'm tired." Charles said after we looked around the house and found a suitable bedroom to sleep in. There was an awkward silence as we busied ourselves preparing for bed. We were stripped down to our briefs, my tidy-whities, him in his silk boxers as we brushed our teeth. Just standing there, looking at Charles in the mirror made me want him. Trying to entice him I rearranged myself so the head of my cock was popping out of the band of my underwear. "As much as I would like to make that incredibly thick and swollen erection between your legs get smaller I feel we need to get some sleep first." Charles said. "I want both of us to be well rested, well fed and well hydrated before we begin our sexual adventure." He could tell I was visibly disappointed but I was just the young grasshopper learning from the oh so powerful master. He turned the light out in the bathroom and together we walked to the bed. "Now Michael, as your self-appointed teacher..." he smiled trying to hold back laughing. I couldn't help but smile too – he was reading my thoughts now also? "There are some rules you will need to learn." I rolled my eyes, not more rules! "Rule #1 – no clothes allowed in bed." He leaned his hand on my shoulder and removed his boxers tossing them across the room. I followed suit and within moments we were naked and wrapped in each others arms snuggled in the large king sized bed. "I didn't know I could enjoy rules so much. I can't wait to find you what Rule #2 is" I said between the long wet kisses we were sharing. "In fact, I want to learn all the rules as quickly as possible!" Charles smiled and told me that before we left this house I would certainly know the most important ones. I couldn't believe that with such a raging hard on I fell asleep as quickly as I did. When I woke a few hours later my balls were so full they were actually painful to the touch. Charles was already up and in the bathroom when I made my way out of the bed. He was in the process of shaving his beautiful face when I stepped to the toilet to relieve my full bladder. "I love the sound of a man pissing, especially that first piss of the morning, it's so strong and the smell is so pungent" he made pissing sound so erotic and such a normal thing that I didn't know how to respond to his declaration. "Michael, one thing you will learn from me is that every person is different and each can like or dislike different things. But you have to always keep an open mind," He paused for a moment "I think that should be Rule #2 – always have an open mind, never judge" He came up beside me and kissed my neck, "Mmmm...how are you this morning?" he asked. "My balls hurt" I said as I shook the last of my piss from the end of my cock and walked over to wash my hands. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked, reaching between my legs and kneading them gently between his fingers. "Oh yessss..." I hissed. "Don't stop." "You'll shoot your load" "Uh huh" I said closing my eyes and shaking my head. "Um.... Sorry, but no.....I have plans for that load." He withdrew his hand and whipped a finger in the air "Now for Rule #3 – Patience! Good things come to those that wait!" Turning on his heel he left the bathroom, put on his boxers and went to the kitchen. I followed closely behind, only sans underwear. Charles busied himself making coffee and pulling items out to cook for breakfast while I sat at the kitchen table, facing him and stroking my cock ever so slowly from the base to the tip. "It won't work Michael" he said in his ultra sexy deep whispering tone. "You can stroke it all you want but all that's going to happen are your balls will just hurt more." He poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbed a glass of water and sat down in at the table with me. "Drink the water. It's important that you are hydrated. You are going to lose a lot of fluids very soon." Grabbing the water with my free hand I downed the full glass in one gulp, never losing a beat stroking my cock. Not to be undone, Charles just stood up, walked to the sink, filled that glass again and returned to the table. "Again" he said. "Charles, I need to cum. I have never gone this long with shooting my load. I'm used to jerking off several times a days, it's now almost 36 hours. I don't know how much longer I can hold out." I know I sounded like a whiny brat, but I wasn't used to any of this. "Rule #4 – Self control. You'll come to love to appreciate it." He whispered. "We eat and then play" We ate a large breakfast and I drank two more glasses of water. Charles had me clean the breakfast dishes while he went and got things prepared. My cock was still hard and throbbing for release. As I was finishing up Charles walked into the room. "Are you ready Michael?" Without saying a word I put the towel down and walked with him to the bedroom. Finally! ******************** "Michael, I asked you the night we met what you wanted and you told me you weren't sure. I want you to be able to explore and experience everything, some things you might like and other things maybe not so much, but at least you will always know that you tried." We were sitting on the bed. "I want us to go slowly, for two reasons. One I want you to feel and enjoy every moment of this first experience and two; I don't want either of us to cause the other pain." "That makes sense" I said. "Lay back for a minute." I laid back and Charles told me to spread my legs. "Now draw your legs up and hold them up with your hands." He licked the tip of his middle finger and traced a line from my balls down to my puckered hole. He whispered for me to relax. Licking his finger again he rubbed lightly over my hole. It was the most incredible indescribable feeling. "I want to and I am going to put my cock in here." he whispered again. A surge flowed through my body and a large pre-ejaculate stream oozed from my cock head. My body stiffened and I feared I was about to shot my entire load. Charles calmly pulled away, had me release my legs and patiently waited for the rush to subside. Once my cock calmed down and Charles was confident we could continue he lean forward and kissed me lightly. "I want you to know what to expect when I finally put my cock into you. So I'm going to have you fuck me first" He laid down on the bed in the same position I had been in moments ago. His ass was pointing straight at me. Me? He wanted me to put my cock into him? How could I do that? "Michael, listen to me." He sat up and looked me straight in the eye. "I want you to do this. I want to feel that big beautiful cock of yours deep in my ass. I want you to fill me up and shoot your load into me and then shoot it again and again." He resumed his position on his back and spread his legs. I moved between his legs and stared at him in disbelief. "Now listen to me Michael, I want you to take some lubricant from the nightstand and stroke it over your cock. Get it nice and slick. Now rub some on my hole" When my finger touched his hole I felt it twitch at the same moment Charles moaned. I was in a fugue state where all I could do was listen to his voice and do what he told me to do. "Look at me Michael," I looked to him for reassurance and found it in his eyes. "Slide a finger inside of me. Feel how my ass wraps itself around you...oh yes...that's right...now in and out of me a few more times...can you feel how my ass is opening to your finger.... ahhhh...oh...yesssss...." Suddenly brave I pulled my one finger out and slipped two inside of him. He moaned louder pressing himself into my hand. He was panting and I knew he was finding it difficult to talk and enjoy what I was doing at the same time. "Now I want you to put that beautiful cock of yours to my ass and very slowly push it in. You'll feel a little more resistance this time, but just for a moment. I'm going to take a few deep relaxing breaths and you'll start to feel me open and soon you'll be in me. Go very slowly, I want you to savor every moment, feel what I'm feeling...." His voice drifted for a moment as I pressed myself against him. He took two deep breaths and I felt him start to relax and open to me as I pushed into him. I pushed some more and the edges of his tight hole gave way and surrounded the head of my cock. Charles's body relaxed as more of me pushed into him. His low guttural moans filled the room. "Oh Michael please ... more, I want to feel more of you... push into me further...fuck my asssss...." His moans were almost desperate as I slid deeper into him. Never in my life could I have imagined that I would ever be doing anything like this and that it would feel so fucking good. His ass was so hot and tight around my cock. "Charles..." I said suddenly. "I'm going to cum, I can't stopppppp....." I knew my voice was panicked, filled with fear that I was going to disappoint him but I couldn't stop. My cock went deeper into him and suddenly exploded, pulsating streams of cum deep into his ass. Foreign sounds screamed out of me, animalistic howls that came from so deep inside that it shook my body uncontrollably as wave after wave of hot cum shot from my cock. As my orgasm subsided Charles opened his eyes and stared at me. "That's why I wanted you to wait..." he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. I had never seen anyone look so joyfully satisfied. "Now that you've gotten that over with I want you to fuck me Michael, please fuck me, I need your cock deeper inside of me" his mood had changed, he was a man that needed his needs fulfilled. His ass moved against mine, shoving himself deeper against me until the root of my cock and my balls slapped against his ass cheeks. "Now pull out slowly, feel how my body wants more. Yes... more.... pull that cock almost all the way out...." He body was shaking against mine. "Now slam back into me..." I shoved my cock deeply into him and felt him vibrating against me. Charles told me what to do, how to do it and when do it. He had me pull my cock slowly out then slam it back. He made me pull all the way and see how big his gaping hole had grown to accept my cock. When I saw it starting to close I slammed back into him again and did it again. "I want you to watch yourself fucking me" he said suddenly. He had me pull out of him while he got on his knees and had his ass starring straight at me. I rubbed my hands over his smooth ass cheeks, feeling the roundness and firmness of each cheek. I couldn't help myself, I leaned over and kissed each cheek gently, then drew my tongue down the crack of his ass. Charles whimpered, and then protested, he wanted my cock, he needed to feel my cock in his ass. I let a finger slip down his crack until it found his hole and instantly disappeared inside of him. Charles was moaning uncontrollably as first one finger, and then a second finger moved in and out of him. Finally I knelt behind him and replaced my fingers with my cock. Spreading his ass cheeks with my hands I watched as the fat head of my cock slowly disappeared inside of him and how when I pulled out I could see how his hole twitched taunting me come back in again. My thumb pressed against his anal opening, feeling my cock head against it. Holding myself perfectly still, counting to five I slammed my cock full to my root into him. Charles screamed out, hissing a loud yes and begged me to do it again. My second orgasm was building. Charles could feel my cock swelling and my body tensing. He whipped his ass back to me. Sweat covered our bodies as we worked together, hips pushing back, me slamming in to him. He shouted for me to cum and somehow he willed his ass to suck me deeper into him...and I EXPLODED! My first orgasm was uncontrolled but this orgasm came from deep within my balls. I felt every pulse as my cock spewed over and over into him. Charles alternated between begging me to cum to screaming for me to cum. I pounded myself tighter to ass, grabbed his cock and held myself against him as my orgasm took over both of us. Reality blurred. We collapsed on the bed, our bodies intertwined. Minutes...hours...who knows how long...passed. Our panting finally eased as breathing return to normal. My cock remained hard, but satiated inside of him. Neither of us moved afraid to break the spell of the moment. But it was who broke it when he started to move away from me. "I've really got to take a piss." "No," I mumbled holding onto him tighter. "If you don't let me go I will do it right here and I don't think my friend, who was so gracious to lend us this house, would appreciate it too much." In resignation I moved my arms away from him and allowed him to pull himself free of me. My cock seemed to pop from his ass and he was gone. I followed Charles to the bathroom and watched as he unleashed his piss into the toilet. Standing behind him, I took his cock in my hands and held it as he emptied himself. "My turn" I said when he was done. We swapped places, Charles held my now rigid cock as I pissed the four glasses of water he made me drink earlier out. He nuzzled his face licking and sucking on my neck while pressing his cock against my crack dry humping me. His fingers crept down to the head of my cock feeling my hot stream as it flowed. "I can't wait to fuck you" he whispered. "I want you to feel what I just felt". "Yes....oh fuck yes...I want to feel that too" Finished, I turned to him and opened my mouth sucking his tongue deep into my mouth. "Come" he said, leading me from the bathroom. We returned to the bed. Charles had me get on my knees facing away from him. "You will feel more in this position" he said. He knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks. "Oh I'm so glad Renaldo waxed you back here, I love the feel of a nice slick smooth crack." His finger trailed down my crack until he reached my balls "so soft...so sweet" he said squeezing them tenderly. "I just love a virgin ass Michael. Knowing that no one or nothing has ever been in there, that my cock will take your virginity makes this so much more special." He touched his now lubricated finger to my hole. "Some people think it's best to prime the ass, get it used to having something shoved in it, but I don't. I love the feel of how it's going to fight me at first, how with my words and body I will make you want me and accept me...." His words drifted off and I felt the head of his cock press gently to me. "Michael, think about how you slipped your cock into me..... I want you to take deep breaths and feel my cock against you...good...now remember those deep breaths I took to help me relax.... Remember how I slowly began to open up and took all of you into me...." I shut everything around me out and concentrated just on his words. Two deep breaths...his hands holding me to him...his cock at my hole, suddenly, miraculously, I was opening to him. His slick cock was past my virgin anal ring and ever so slowly sliding inside of me. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and held me perfectly still. "Don't move," he whispered, "I want you to feel just the head of my cock in you. Oh shit, you are so fucking gloriously tight Michael." He started to move again...again so very slowly. "Feel me sliding more of me into your virgin ass...think about how it felt when you shoved that beautiful cock of yours in my ass...." He spread my ass cheeks wider. "I'm watching my cock slide in you Michael. I can't see the head of my cock anymore. It's deep inside of you. Soon my shaft is going disappear into you. I want you to take some control now Michael. When you are ready I want you to push back on me. I want you to judge how much of me you want to take." My ass already felt so full and he wanted me to take more. He dropped his hands to his side as I slowly began to push back on him and I could feel more of his cock sliding further into me. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 02 The fullness in my ass suddenly overwhelmed me and I stopped. Charles started to pull out but I found myself begging him not to move. I wasn't in pain - it was a foreign and unknown feeling I was experiencing. I just needed a moment to get my bearings. "Are you okay?" He asked, "Do you want to stop?" I shook my head no and told him I just needed a minute. "Take a couple of deep breaths...remember that your brain controls your body." He whispered. "I can feel your body relaxing Michael. I'm going to slide my cock out a little and then back into you. I'm going to go very slowly...I don't want to cause you any pain...If it too much just let me know." He started with short strokes, pulling his cock back to my anal opening and then stroking back in a few inches. The overwhelming feeling suddenly passed and I was able to start pushing back on him again. "Let me," I said calmly. I repeated his actions, in reverse, pulling myself away from him then back to him, taking more of him into me each time. With each stroke I could feel my ass relaxing and a sensual pleasure filling my body. "Oh fuck Michael you almost have all of my cock in your ass" he growled as he grabbed my ass holding me still. A husky whispered voice and two hands held my ass firmly told me to hold perfectly still or he would shoot his load into me. I found myself holding my breath as I waited for him to fight off the impending orgasm. When it passed, he started. He took the control back and started slowly fucking my ass with incredible deep penetrating strokes. My ass rose up to meet him and pushed hard against him plunging his cock all the way deep into me. His full length burned into my ass. His balls gently rubbed against mine. We moaned together as our carnal side took over. My ass was wide open to him and I loved it. A thin stream of ejaculate seeped from my piss hole and I grabbed my cock stroking in unison with him. I knew he wouldn't hold off too much longer and I wanted to feel us cumming together. My balls tightened as my ass muscles wrapped around his cock. "Michael" he moaned "Oh fuck...I....I'm...I'm going to cum" he shoved his cock deep into me and I felt his pulsating cum filling my ass at the same moment my cock erupted shooting strings of cum in my hand and the bed. We didn't move for a moment. Charles had leaned into me breathing hard, his forehead rested against my back. My body was shaking uncontrollably and he wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly. I could feel his heart beating hard against my back. "I'm going to pull out" he whispered. "I'll go slowly, but it may be a little painful." He pulled away from me until his cock was at my anal opening – then with a dull pop he was gone from me. I felt so empty and found myself whimpering wanting him back inside of me. Leaning back on his heels he took his finger and rubbed it against my throbbing entrance. I felt him tugging lightly and a gush of cum dripped out of me down to my balls. "I have to tell you something Michael..." he whispered as he played with his cum, painting my ass and balls. "That was another first for me. That orgasm...it's the first time anyone has ever cum at the same time as me. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life." I rolled onto my side and looked at him. He was smiling at me. "You are a very special man Michael. Not only are you so very fucking hot, but you don't know anything about sex and yet you have this natural ability to drive men – especially me – crazy..." he paused for a moment. "How are you feeling?" "I feel absolutely fucking fantastic!" I wished I could have been more descriptive, but Charles has just fucked any intelligent thoughts right out of me. He spooned himself into my arms. "By the way...Rule #5 you should have to lie in your own wet spot" he whispered as we both fell asleep. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 03 (Authors Note: This is the 6th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03. Teaser alert...Cecil was not one of the three men this story is about. The third generation man will be introduced soon...) ************** I listened to Charles tell me his horrific introduction to sex way past Thursday night into early morning, almost sunrise Friday. I fell asleep dreaming of rulers, canes and soapy enemas fearful that Charles wanted to do these things to me. When I finally opened my eyes it was past noon and I was alone in the bed. I stretched out relishing the fleeting time to myself. Up until last night I was so enamored by Charles' indomitable personality and kept asking myself 'why me?'. After his confessions over the past twenty four hours I think I finally figured it out -- he wanted me to submit to him, like he submitted to Cecil. The very thought of surrendering myself to another person not only frightened me but depressed me too. "Good Morning." I rolled over and saw Charles standing in the doorway. I put on my best smile, which wasn't difficult, just looking at him made me want him, my cock betraying any bad thoughts I had just felt. "I didn't have the heart to wake you, I hope you slept well." "I did...thanks..." I said. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Would you like something to eat?" His voice was low and sexy and filled with double entrendre. I couldn't help but smile. He leaned into me and kissed my lips. Right now he wanted me - just me and that was enough for the time being. ***** "Will you tell me something?" I asked awhile later. I was lying on top of him my cock buried deep his ass. I licked my tongue over his lips ans shifted slightly driving myself deeper into him. There was no rush for me to cum. "If this is your way of torturing the truth out of me I will tell you anything you want to know." "What made you finally leave Cecil?" "Oh...hmmm...this is a serious for real question." He said looking at me. "Well..." ********************** Things between Cecil the Master and Charles were never really the same after the 'Dolan' incident. They went through the motions for a few months but after Charles graduated college, Cecil, upon Charles' request, renounced him. Needing his own space Charles took his considerable savings he had squirreled away while living at the brownstone and bought a cozy one bedroom apartment overlooking Central Park. Life moved on. All Charles, the newly appointed Vice President of Cecil & Company, wanted to do was focus his concentration on work. On the surface there appeared to be no discernible strain between Cecil and Charles. To everyone around them they gave the impression they were still the perfect team but they both knew it was all smoke and mirrors. Underneath everything there were still too many unsaid words. It wasn't until a business trip to London that they finally broke the silence. Charles had been in London for a week before Cecil arrived unannounced. It was late one evening and Charles had just finished eating in the hotel restaurant and was heading to his room when he saw Cecil walking across the lobby towards him. "I wasn't expecting you." He said in a why-the-hell-are-you-here tone. "When we spoke yesterday I got the feeling the negotiations weren't going well..." Cecil stopped speaking and looked around the almost empty lobby. "That's not why. I...came to...it's time we talk Charles. I feel like we left things hanging, important things." He paused and looked around again. "And right now I would prefer that we go someplace more private if you want to have this conversation." "We can go to my room..." Charles said with mixed emotions. A part of him really missed Cecil George the lover he came to know in Washington. Charles had had plenty of time to think in the months since he left the brownstone. He had been under Cecil's control for close to two years and in all that time he somehow managed to ignore everything that he did to him. Looking back at those first months with Cecil, Charles' felt it was his own naivety that let him allow Cecil to use him the way he did. Even as he became more educated within the lifestyle and he knew what Cecil was doing to him was wrong and against everything the brownstone stood for, he still allowed Cecil to exercise his perverted ways over him. Why? The answer shocked him -- it was purely out of an all consuming love Charles felt for Cecil and blind faith that in the end he wouldn't do anything to really harm him. The truth of their relationship hit home after Dolan beat Peter to a pulp and Cecil for all intents and purposes took his side by not firing him that Charles finally saw their relationship for was it was. Charles was simply a submissive to Cecil and he would never feel the same way towards Charles the way that Charles felt towards him. They were seated in the small living room off the bedroom that had a love seat size sofa and two swivel plush chairs -- Cecil sat in one, Charles in the other. They looked at each other occasionally but neither of them spoke. It was Charles that eventually took the lead. "Cecil you came all this way...because you said you need to say something. I'm here...I'm listening." "Yes...you are right...this just isn't as easy as I had hoped it would be." It was the first time Charles had ever seen a chink in Cecil's armor. "Maybe I can help you out...you did what you did because it was the right thing for 'YOU' Cecil. It's always been about you. At some point I just needed it to be about us or even about me."Charles finally said. "Us?" He appeared completely mystified that Charles could even consider what they had to be an US. "Don't you know Cecil? Are you so wrapped up in yourself that you can't see it?" For the first time since they met Cecil was stymied...and then he shrugged. Charles just had to laugh. "All I want is to be with you Cecil, in a regular, normal relationship." he finally said through the laughter, than the tears. "Normal? There is nothing normal about two men being together" Cecil's convictions filled the room. "How can you say that? Look at what we shared in Washington, you were so gentle, so compassionate...so normal." Charles said waving his hands in the air to try and make his point. "But I was able to take it out and punish you later for those transgressions we committed that week." Charles just shook his head. Cecil couldn't see it. Thinking for a brief moment he decided to try going in another direction. "Do you care for me Cecil?" "Of course I do." He said without pause and with total honesty. "Do you want to have a relationship with me...outside of our working relationship?" "Most definitely yes...I've missed you more than you will ever know...but I didn't think you wanted me to use you anymore." "I don't Cecil. I will never submit to you again. I will never allow you to inflict your punishments or pain on me again. I want us to be lovers, share the same bed, and express ourselves sexually as equal partners." "I...I...I'm not sure I am capable of that Charles...I only know how to use men, I don't know any other way." Charles sighed. That was the crux of the whole matter. As much pleasure as Cecil derived from being with men deep inside he felt it was wrong. The only way he could justify being with a man was to dominate them and use them. Charles looked down at his watch, the watch Cecil had given him. "It's late. Will you stay with me tonight? Sleep in my bed with me?" Charles held his hand out to Cecil. Without a word they walked into the bedroom together. ********************* "We remained lovers, this time on my terms, for close to a year but in the end I knew that Cecil wasn't happy. I think he went through the motions doing things my way with the hope that one day I would submit to him again. I finally understood that Cecil could never be happy in the type of relationship I envisioned. Cecil was too ingrained in his sadistic lifestyle and need for total control." "But you stayed at Cecil & Company? Even after everything?" "Yes." Charles looked at me oddly. "Why does that shock you? Neither Cecil or myself would have let our personal feelings get in the way of business." I had moved away from Charles and was sitting at the end of the bed with my back against the footboard of the giant bed we had been sleeping in. "So... you and Cecil were over and you decided...well for lack of a better word...to go straight and get married?" I don't know why my tone was laced with contempt, but something about Charles' life just didn't seem right. Charles simply chuckled. "No...it wasn't like that...and not that it is any of your business...but to put your mind at ease...I have never, and doubt I ever will, slept with a woman. In case you haven't noticed from the past couple of days we've been together, I without doubt prefer men...and right now I would really like to prefer you very much..." He moved over to where I was sitting and pulled me into his arms. I really did want to resist...but...oh...he was so fucking sexy and when that tongue of his licked over my nipple I was gone... Over a late lunch I asked him about his wife. "Mary is my best friend." He was stumbling over his words until finally he blurted it out...Mary is Cecil's daughter. Nothing could have ever prepared me for that admission. "When Mary graduated college Cecil made her come to work at his company. She hated it...I mean REALLY hated it. It was the late 60's, the Vietnam War was dividing the United States and within Cecil and Company another war was brewing...Cecil against Mary. Cecil had secured several pro-war government contracts and Mary was against the war. He put me in the middle by having her work as my assistant. We became friends...more than friends, we had this bond between us, it's difficult to explain but somehow she always knew what I was thinking. Than one night over dinner she asked me to marry her." Charles just smiled and shrugged. "Mary is a lot like her father in some ways...but the real reason she wanted to get married was that Cecil would let her stop working when she got married. "Mary was one of those unique women that when we met had never dated, never even had a sexual thought. She's always been very happy in her world. She has her volunteer work and a small circle of friends. From the beginning she told me that she would never stand in my way, never question me or hold me back and if at anytime I wanted a divorce she would grant it to me. "As crazy as it sounded it really wasn't a bad idea. Mary didn't want to work. Being married solved that problem for her. For me it was a veil. I was an up and coming business executive in a world that men were measured by the women that stood behind them. I couldn't have asked for a better wife than Mary. We eloped the following weekend and have been married for close to eighteen years. "After we married I approached Cecil about opening an office in Washington. He was having a difficult time accepting that Mary and I married and readily agreed. As a belated wedding present he bought us an obscenely large house that Mary absolutely loves and I can't stand. But I travel a good part of the time and I missed New York to stay away for too long." "I must say you have led an interesting life Charles." I finally said after thinking that was the only thing I could say. "Why don't we take a walk and I'll tell you about the rest of my sordid past." ****************** It was May 20, 1972. On a rare occasion Charles was spending a few days in Washington with Mary. They had stayed up late talking about her charity work and the business. Charles still cherished these times with Mary and he always felt so lucky that they had each other. At four in the morning they said their good nights and went to their separate rooms. Hours later both their lives came to a crashing halt. Charles was sleeping so deeply he barely heard the phone ringing but moments later Mary's screams from her room shattered whatever dreams he may have been having. He ran into her room to find her sitting on her bed in obvious shock. He grabbed the phone from her hand and put it to his ear to hear what she had just heard. Cecil and Marion George were dead. They had gotten up early and were on their way to their summer home in the Hamptons when an oncoming driver fell asleep at the wheel and hit them head on. The police told them that they died on impact and didn't suffer but all that Charles could think was that everyone suffered. Cecil and Marion because their lives were senselessly cut short, Mary because she had lost the only family, and Charles because he lost the only person he had ever truly loved. The funeral was small, Cecil had cut ties with the few family members that were left on the George side years earlier and Marion was an only child. It was Charles and Mary, a few family friends and some people from the office. Cecil, a man of very few words and left a will of very few words. He left everything, the homes, the business, the brownstone and the money all to Charles. There was one brief codicil that Charles was to establish a trust for Mary that would provide for her in the event they ever divorced but Cecil knew Charles well enough that he would never let anything happen to his beloved daughter. Mary had told Charles about the will even before it was read. She told him that she had been with Cecil when he made it and insisted that he leave everything to Charles -- she had no interest in his money or 'things' he had amassed. Before he left the attorney handed Charles a sealed envelope. Written across the front in Cecil's handwriting it simply said: CHARLES. He excused himself and walked outside. Holding the envelope for a long time, savoring Cecil's scrawling of his name and the fact that he took the time to say something so secret only his death could reveal it. Slowly and carefully he opened it, not wanting to ruin any part of the letter or envelope. My dearest Charles, If you are reading this letter then I have gone to the great beyond, but I suspect in my case it's probably very warm where I am. I couldn't go without telling you two things. I should have been more of man and told you to your face, but sometimes it is easier to take the simple way out. The first is I need to let you know is that from the minute you walked into my life I have loved you. This love manifested itself in so many different ways. In the office I loved you as a son and I am so proud of all your accomplishments you made in the business world. As your Master you were the best possible submissive I could have ever had and I did love you for that too. It was, however, our time in Washington that I discovered a deeper and different type of love for you. I wanted to freeze every minute of our time together and never have things change but it was my own foolish stubbornness that couldn't allow me to accept these feeling and for that I am truly sorry because not only did I cheat you, but I cheated myself. So now I go to my heaven, or hell, at peace having had you in my life and finally telling you how I truly felt. It is my dying wish and hope that one day you will find the ability to love someone as much as I have loved you. The second thing you need to know concerns Dolan. I need you to understand why I didn't let him go that awful night. Dolan and I grew up together. I discovered my 'proclivity' for sadomasochistic sex with him. I wasn't an angel and did some very bad things that could have easily come back to haunt me. Unbeknownst to me Dolan took pictures of one of the worst offenses I committed. I am still haunted by the things I did that one awful night. Both Dolan and I knew I could have very easily been sentenced to a lifetime in prison, and I would never have wanted my wife or family to know what an awful human being my perversion had turned me into. Because of this Dolan successfully has blackmailed me all these years. So Charles, judge me however you want to, I'm dead now and I know that in death I will pay for the sins I perpetuated in life. I know that with everything I put you through it wouldn't be fair of me to ask one last favor of you but I am going to anyway. I would be forever grateful if you could find the pictures and negatives and destroy them and then with my whole hearted permission PLEASE destroy Dolan. I go to my grave loving you and will love you for an eternity... Cecil ****** Mary returned to Washington shortly after the funeral but Charles remained in New York. The brownstone had become his major concern and fulfilling Cecil dying wish. Two years earlier Charles, after having gone without for close to a year, discovered his dominate side when Cecil suggested he become a member. Cecil, who never minced his words, said it so aptly "I knew the moment you asked me to renounce you that one day the Master in you would come out." Charles quickly learned to appreciate fucking a nice tight ass and to command respect, without being sadistic, from a submissive to the point of garnering the admiration of the other Masters around him. He was totally ingrained in the brownstone and understood completely why Cecil wanted it to be solely owned and not membership owned. The structure, the philosophy of dominance, dictated that there can only be one Master who reigns over all. For the first time in the history of the club, out of respect for Cecil, Charles closed the club for seven full days. The submissives and trainers were shipped up to White Plains for rest, relaxation and mourning. The main floor remained open and the members were allowed to access the restaurants and gym facilities, but the elevators were shut down and there was no access to any of the other floors. Dolan requested to remain behind but Charles was insistent that he take a few days away also. In the end Dolan agreed to take a four day trip to South Beach. Charles, with the help of Peter, started the dubious task of searching every square inch of the brownstone looking for the blackmail material. For two days straight barely taking time to eat of sleep they covered every nook and cranny of the place but finally their hard work paid off when they found a secret room off the staging area on the lounge level. In the small room, no bigger than an oversize closet they found a cornucopia of Dolan's sick ways. Besides several 35MM cameras and an expensive 16MM movie camera they found two file cabinets filled with pictures, negatives and reels of movies. It took them hours to sort through everything and it wasn't until they found Dolan's sizeable bank book and statements that they realized it wasn't only Cecil he was blackmailing, it was also a high percentage of the membership. Charles just shook his head. "I can't believe he got away with it for all these years." "Ya know what worries me now?" Peter said. "Where did he get all this blackmail stuff developed? What if whoever developed the stuff made copies for themselves?" "Let's just pray we find that he developed that stuff here." Charles said more determined to put this nightmare past them. Deep inside he knew that Cecil knew what Dolan was doing and couldn't do anything to stop him. After clearing the lounge level they headed up to the sleeping floor. Having found the false wall one floor below they now had a better understanding of how Dolan's mind worked. It only took them a short time before they found the labyrinth of passageways that gave Dolan behind the wall access to all the private sleeping areas. They followed what seemed to be never ending pathways through the floor until it dead ended at what appeared to be a solid wall, but as Charles looked more closely he found it was yet another false wall and after pushing on it they found what they were looking for...Dolan's darkroom. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 03 "Oh thank-fucking-goodness!" Peter exclaimed dancing around the room. ******* "I'm going to make some changes here at the brownstone," he said to Peter as they lay in bed basking in the afterglow of the great celebratory fuck he had just given Peter. "It goes without saying that after tomorrow, when Dolan returns, he won't be working here anymore...I want you to be the Majordomo." "Yes...yes...YES!!!" He yelled jumped up and down on the bed. Peter had been at the brownstone from the very beginning. He was eighteen when he left his childhood home in Valdosta Georgia and headed for New York. He knew when he graduated high school it wasn't a good idea for him to stay in Georgia. In 1955 southern hospitality didn't extend to men that were attracted to other men, and Peter had known all of his life that was his preference. He had been in New York, waiting tables to pay the rent, for two months when he heard from his roommates lover about a private club that was opening in a few months and they were looking for good looking, well endowed men to service the all male membership. The only catch was anyone that was applying had to have a virgin ass. Happily Peter admitted that he filled all the requirements to a T. Peter was the patient type and was willing to wait for the right circumstance to give up his virginity. It didn't even bother him when his friend told him that not only would he be servicing the men he would also be a slave to them and would be expected to undergo harsh and most likely painful punishments that Peter showed his true excitement. Peter loved history and had a passion for reading about men-on-men sex over the ages. Peter was fascinated when he read about Roman Emperors who often preferred men over women. He suspected that one of the reasons, not only because there was nothing more divine than a man's cock and ass, but because a man can endure pain and those Emperors not only loved to sink their cocks into another man but they were sadistic and loved to inflict pain on them as well. Many a nights he masturbated imagining himself a Roman slave being used by an Emperor, feeling the crack of the whip or the sting of his hand but more than anything he loved fantasying about a royal Roman Emperor, home from battle in full regalia, sinking his hard cock into his tight ass, knowing that he was bringing ultimate pleasure to his Master. Ten days later after he successfully passed the first interview he received a call back to be at the brownstone at five pm that evening. The club was six month from opening and still under construction. He was met at the front door and escorted to the top floor to meet with Cecil George, the owner of the brownstone. The room he was led into was bare except for two chairs. He was not invited to sit, instead he was told to remove his clothes, fold them neatly and wait for Mr. Cecil to join him. Peter wasn't unfamiliar with sex...he just had never experienced it before. He had read about it, talked about it, dreamed about it -- he just had never done anything about it. As he stood in the almost bare room his heart was beating so hard he was afraid he was going to pass out. All of that passed the moment Cecil opened the door and entered the room. Peter took one look at him and he knew his life was never going to be the same again. He didn't even know Mr. Cecil George and already he wanted to serve him. Slowly he sank down to his knees in front of him and touched his head to Cecil George's feet. Peter was the first virgin to be taken at the opening ceremony six months later. In front of the membership of Masters and submissives he was guided to the stage where he sank down to his knees and once again touched his head to Cecil George feet. Cecil stood, taking Peter with him and bent him over at the waist, showing the other men in the room his pristine virgin ass. Standing behind him there was no 'are you ready' or 'be prepared' it was just Cecil shoving his hard cock into Peter's virgin ass -- and nothing in his life felt so good and right. Now nineteen years later, at age thirty eight, having been a submissive, a Master's property and a Trainer he was going to be the Majordomo over this place that had become his home. The next day Dolan returned to the brownstone and was met by Charles' two favorite brownstone thugs -- Burt and Ernie who wordlessly ushered him to the staging area where a waiting Charles, Peter and a large contingent of members all of whom had been blackmailed by Dolan. Dolan gave a cursory nod to everyone in the room in his normal smug way. He had never let these men, who always felt that because they had money they were so much better than he was, intimidate him. If money was the judge than he was now their equal because he had amassed a big enough nest egg over the years, not only the handsome salary that Cecil George paid him but the millions of dollars in blackmail money he accumulated from all of these men. "Dolan," Charles began, "as you know I am now the Head Master of the brownstone." "Yes Sir and it will be my honor to serve you as I served Mr. Cecil all these years." "Yes...well...that won't be necessary. Your services are no longer required...needed...or happily to say -- wanted." "I'm sure that's not the case Sir." Dolan wished could have been alone with Charles. He knew he could put the little shit in his place. Not only did he have the blackmail of Cecil's evil ways he could hold over his head but he had more than enough film and negatives of Charles that could send the business world in a tailspin if they ever knew that he was once the little submissive plaything of the magnificent Cecil George. "Dolan, my two friends here are going to help you with your clothes...well to be more specific they are going to help you out of your clothes. When they are done we are going to have a little talk with you. I'll call it your termination interview from the brownstone. Oh and Dolan, I suggest you don't resist because the clothes you are wearing now will be the only thing you will be leaving here with and if you resist they will rip them off your body and you will be forced to leave here with absolutely nothing on." Dolan was left momentarily speechless but before Charles could walk away he said in a low, almost whispered voice that if Charles would give him two minutes alone they might be able to come to an understanding. Charles just turned his back and continued walking away. Five minutes later a naked, disturbingly ugly, Dolan was paraded around the room,heckled and spit at by the members, before he was marched to the stage where he was bent over and locked in a specially made pillory device. The sleek piece of furniture made by one the of the Trainers took the finer points of a spanking bench, the midsection that gives support to the torso, and a pillory, complete with locking wooden stocks for the hands and head. "I hope you aren't too uncomfortable Dolan." Charles hissed between his clenched jaw. Dolan still hadn't acknowledged that he was at all bothered by what was happening to him. Charles walked over to Cecil chair -- his throne -- that had been positioned right in front of the pillory and sat down. "When Cecil died he left me a letter Dolan. In that letter he finally told me why he didn't fire you that day when you unmercifully beat Peter. He also asked me one last favor...and that was to locate the items you were blackmailing him with and then he wanted me to destroy you...I'm happy to let you know that while you were on vacation Peter and I successfully located ALL of the materials you have used against these honorable men over the years. In addition we found your darkroom and all those secret passageways you've used. But the best thing we found were your ledgers and bank book detailing the amounts of money you stole from these men I consider my friends." Dolan's face paled to a ghost white complexion finally realizing his goose was cooked. Charles' voice was even, showing hardly any emotion. Peter envied him that he could be so calm when all he wanted to do exact the revenge he had often dreamed about. Shaking his head in disgust Charles continued speaking, he directed his attention to Dolan like they were having a meaningful conversation but he spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him. "Dolan everyone in this place knows you aren't the brightest star in the universe, but Dolan I can't help but ask...why would you put the money you took from these men into a bank that is owned by one of these men -- that you are fucking blackmailing as well." Dolan remained mute knowing full well that there was nothing he could say or do that would save him. The silence was shattered when laughter erupted throughout the room. Charles stood and walked over to Dolan. He picked up a trash bag and showed it to Dolan. "This is what is left of your precious blackmail..." He opened the trash bag and poured the black ashes first over Dolan's head, then his back and finally his ass. Dolan was covered in the soot of his own blackmail. "And this is what is left of your ledgers and bank accounts." He palmed a lump of ash holding his hand out for Dolan to see. When Dolan's gaze was fixed on the ash Charles blew the ash in his face and silently walked away. "I AM CHARLES," Charles yelled turning away from Dolan and addressing the membership. The crowd of men surged forward to the stage to hang on every word their new leader had to say. "today is a holiday at the brownstone...and what do we do on holidays? We party, we drink, eat but more importantly...we FUCK! Oh wait...we don't have any submissives in house..." Charles turned to Dolan. "I guess this poor excuse for a man will have to do. Gentlemen you have free rein to use this man as you please!" Charles had promised he would exact his revenge on Dolan. He had wanted to beat him and fuck him silly, but looking at him, his obscene stomach hanging off the bench, his fat dimpled and hairy ass turned his stomach. He offered Peter the opportunity to have the first go at him, but Peter too had suddenly risen about the revenge - he was finally able to put that part of this life behind him. The next morning Dolan was put out the back door and laid out with the trash. The contingent of Masters used him from dusk to dawn leaving no part of his body untouched. As promised he left the brownstone with only the clothes on his back. Months later we heard a rumor he had worked for a short time at a private men's house in Philadelphia. It was Bud Fisher, one of the members, seven months later that brought an obituary from the Philadelphia Inquirer on a sixty-seven year old man by the name of James Dolan. It was a two line obit that didn't list any family, just mentioned that at one time he was employed by the George family in their upstate New York estate. Dolan was out of our lives forever. ****** Time had a way of running away and before Charles knew it almost ten years had passed since Cecil was gone. He and Mary were on the verge of ringing in 1985. The holidays which should normally be a happy time weren't so happy. In late 1983 Mary was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and Charles had watched her suffer from the pain of the debilitating disease. She had the best doctors and a private nurse, but that was only a band aid, there was no cure and she was still in constant pain. They were encouraged with a new drug that was in trial awaiting FDA approval, but that was still eight to nine months away. Mary insisted he not change his life for her, especially since most of the time she didn't want to be around people because she always felt so doped up from all the medications she was taking. Charles was commuting almost daily between New York and Washington. The only time he remained in New York for more than one night was if weather wouldn't permit his pilot to take off or if brownstone business kept him in the city. There were also those times that he just needed to take a night off to feel the comfort of his cock sliding in and out a willing ass. It was over Christmas that Mary, on a lucid day, told him he needed to find someone and get on with his life. Mary was right he was lonely. He had his outlet at the brownstone, but he wanted to crawl up in bed with someone and feel their warmth for an entire night and he had a desire to find his intellectual equal. This was something at the brownstone he would never have. The submissives were objects to be used and returned when he was done. He always had Peter when he needed someone to snuggle with. They had been secretly sharing a bed on and off since he took the job as Majordomo but over the past year the times they spent together were getting longer and fewer. When Charles' flight was put off because of snow he decided to take the opportunity to have a night filled with Peter. It was just after eleven in the evening when he quietly let himself into Peter's apartment at the brownstone. Mondays were normally an early night for everyone and if Peter was sleeping he didn't want to wake him...well he did, but he wanted to slip into bed and wake him his way. Practically tip-toeing to the bedroom it wasn't until he was almost at the doorway that he heard voices coming from the room. There was such indecision on his part. He wanted Peter to have his privacy, but he also suddenly felt green-eyed jealous that he was sharing his personal space with someone -- other than him. A sudden burst of laughter broke his thoughts and without even thinking Charles peered around the corner into the bedroom. Candles were lit and placed around the room setting a warm romantic haze around the two naked men sitting co-joined on the bed. Peter had his back to the door and was blocking Charles from seeing who he was with. "I'm glad you came over tonight, I've missed you." Peter said leaning into the man and kissing his lips lightly. "I want to spend all my time with you...I just wish...well you know what I wish..." the man said. He cupped Peters face in his hands and kissed him, lightly at first then more passionately cradling his hands delicately in his hands. Charles knew he should leave, this was such a private moment they were sharing, but he couldn't draw his eyes away from them. There was something between them that he had never shared with Peter. The way they touched each other, the importance of every touched they shared. A gentle moan seemed to escape from Peter every time the man licked his tongue over Peter's nipples or simply touched the back of his hand to Peter's cheek. "I love you Peter..." The man said as he leaned forward taking Peter with him. Peter moaned and repeated the words back...I love you too Paul...They made slow love to each other. Every part of their body expressing the intimate feelings they had for each other. Charles turned and left the room. Lying in his bed a few later he rationalized that he wasn't jealous because Peter had found someone to love. He never had those types of feelings for Peter. His attraction to Peter was always physical, they were good lovers, and they never had an emotional connection. What he was feeling was a desire to have Peter had. He wanted someone that he could deeply into his eyes and maybe, just maybe say that the words they whispered to each other...I love you... It came as no surprise to Charles when two months later Peter told Charles he was leaving the brownstone. He and Paul were going to travel around and find a place where they could settle down and live their life together open and in love. ******************** "Good Morning" Charles said pulling me into his arms. I got his 1000 watt smile and knew instantly he wanted me to fuck him. He didn't have to say a word I could see it written all over him. Rolling on top of him, I let my cock slide into him with no hesitation what so ever. This morning it was slow sensuous love making. There was no rush, no overwhelming desires that needed to be filled - just long deep slow strokes. In such a short period of time I had come to love the feel of his masculine handsome body beneath me. I could have stayed hard and inside of him like this all day. It was Saturday, Charles and I had less than 24hours left before I would return to Boston and he to Washington. We hadn't spoken about anything past this weekend, other than him telling me he wasn't looking for a one-time thing. A part of me didn't want to dwell on what will be -- I was still having enough difficulties comprehending what this was. Lying in his arms I was able to shut out his confessions of his existence before we met. At that moment the only thing I wanted to think about was stroking in and out of him, kissing his luscious lips, and gaze at the total look of satisfaction on his face. I spent most of Friday dwelling, brooding and certainly confused by all the things Charles told me about his life and the brownstone. Of course I knew, well maybe had read about the BDSM lifestyle, but it wasn't something my brain could comprehend. Sex was something I imagined in broad abstract terms and before Wednesday I was still trying to figure out which sex I was attracted to. But I took a page from his fabled rule book and tried my best to keep an open mind and listened to him for hours telling me how he lived. Charles was open to answering any questions I had and never once mocked me or was condescending about the anything I asked. I wish I could say that some of the things he told me that were done to him -- that I suspected he now did to other submissives -- excited me, but they don't. In fact it's the exact opposite -- it scared me. I mean really, why would I want another human being, especially someone I care for beat the crap out of me? When I think about the things that Charles told me Cecil George did to him it made me sick to my stomach. Why would I want another person to inflict pain on me like that? Charles tried to explain to me about this fine line between pain and pleasure and how sometimes the brain interprets pain as pleasure -- well my subconscious says, in its best Iowan voice - HOGWASH! Pain is pain. If you strike another human being hard enough it IS going to hurt! Even with all of his confessions and my mind boggling befuddlement it didn't stop us from spending hours fucking like bunnies (Charles words). Charles has repeatedly told me how much he admired how insatiable I am, but he too appears to rise to every occasion as well. It did bother me slightly that he has also always been the initiator that leads to our sexual trysts. The one time I tried to, I guess you could say seduce him, while we were walking on the beach he turned me down, telling me that he needed more time to recover. I tempered my disappoint but when a short ten minutes later that he came up behind me whispering that his cock was hard and he wanted to fuck me my disappoint turned to anger. Charles always has to be in control. I knew that from the moment I met him. He is a rich and powerful man that commands respect from those around him. Going into our...well for lack of a better word...liaison, given my lack of experience, I've gladly let him be my teacher, my mentor. I just don't think I can do it at the cost of having to give up my rights by submitting to him. His words are still echoing in my head when he repeated what Cecil said to him -- You are mine to do with as I please, when I please and however I please. "You seem distracted..." he said pulling me from my thoughts. "Are you okay with everything that we talked about yesterday?" I shrugged and moved away from him and headed to the bathroom. Charles followed closely behind. "Michael if something is bothering you, you have to talk to me. Keeping it inside of you will only cause it to fester." "I'm fine Charles...really...." I turned to him and gave him a reassuring hug, but I could tell by his body language that he wasn't buying it. We were standing at the sink staring at our images in the mirror. We were the same height, the same body type. My younger body was more defined and toned, but he just had this raw sexuality about him that just by looking at him in the mirror like we were made me hard and wanting him. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 03 He gave me a weak smile and once again made the decision of what we will do by saying, "Let's shower...Peyton is downstairs so I'm sure breakfast is almost ready." Peyton did have breakfast ready for us when we finally made it downstairs. I still couldn't seem to find the words I felt I needed to say so we ate an uncomfortable breakfast in relative silence. Charles simply sat across from me staring at me. I think silently he was trying to will me talk to him. Several times he did try to start a conversation but I couldn't seem to be able think of anything interesting to say and remained silent. When breakfast was done Peyton stood at the side of the table and waited for Charles. "Michael, yesterday we talked at length about the lifestyle at the brownstone, specifically Dominance and submission." "Yes...I remember." I said nervously thinking - Oh boy here it comes. "Well..." he started speaking again this time more nervously trying to gauge my mood. "I told you that when Cecil died and left me the brownstone it made me the Head Master." "Is that same thing as being a Master?" I asked innocently. "That's a difficult question to answer. I am the Head Master of the brownstone. I do avail myself, on occasion, of the submissives in the house. And..." He looked at Peyton and then back to me. "Well I am also responsible for Peyton." "I don't think I understand...is he your submissive?" There was no way I could mask the total horror in my voice. Was he building a private stable of submissives? "No! No...no he's not...but...well...Peyton is...um...Peyton has..." "Sir, if I may..." Peyton said interrupting. "Mr. Michael, I do not enjoy the company of other men in a sexual sense. In fact I do not partake in sex at all. My relief comes from certain aspects of BDSM, mainly masochism and humiliation..." Scanning my eyes from Peyton back to Charles I searched for answers. "I have no idea what any of this mean." "Michael, years ago Peyton's father was Cecil's personal butler. When Cecil died I inherited his household staff and his father became my personal butler. Peyton and his father came to live with Mary and me on the estate in Washington. Peyton had just turned 18 and was following in his father's footsteps working under his tutelage to eventually be my butler, or valet as I prefer to call him when his father retired. Peyton was painfully shy and as I came to find out a very confused young man. For the first months he lived on the estate I didn't even know he existed, but then when I finally met him it seemed wherever I went on the estate I would always catch him...um...well...sexually pleasing himself. He was especially fond of my wife's prized rose bushes. When I finally approached him about it I told him that if he wanted to masturbate he had to do it in front of me. At least this way I could control him and prevent him from getting caught. "The deal became that he could only masturbate in the morning, before I left for work, and in the evenings, when I returned from work. During our 'sessions', when he masturbated in front of me I found out that Peyton enjoyed me talking dirty to him and well treating disrespectfully basically humiliating him - an aspect of the lifestyle that is prevalent at the brownstone. I explained to him that he wasn't the only person that enjoyed being humiliated and told him about the brownstone. With those large puppy dog eyes of his he begged me on bended knee to let him go there and for three years, until his father passed away he found the happiness he had always sought. Peyton was an exemplary submissive and has the distinction of being the first and only submissive the brownstone ever had that has never had sex. "But Peyton, like his father, was a man of service and presented himself to me as my new valet. I accepted him with the understanding that he would have to continue to masturbate for me every morning and that I would be his humilator when we weren't at the brownstone at which time he could make himself available to other Masters that enjoy inflicting pain and humiliation." I just shook my head. "So what you are saying is that Peyton wants to masturbate for you right now?" I asked not believing any of this. Mutely I was praying that this was all a dream and at any moment I was going wake up and I would be in Charles' arms bringing this nightmare to an end. "Yes sir, that is correct." Payton said dropping to his knees. "But only if I have your permission too, Sir." "Please, don't let me stop you." I said sarcastically. Charles smiled weakly, not sure how I was feeling about any of this. Snapping a finger Charles nodded to Peyton who unzipped his pants, took his cock out and started stroking himself. "He won't cum until I tell him he can cum. It's been three days now since I've allowed it, hasn't it Peyton?" "Yes Sir." Peyton said obviously enjoying what he was doing to himself. "Michael, please remember Rule #2 -- Keep an open mind? Please don't judge me too harshly it's just a part of who I am...who we are..." Still staring at Peyton I asked. "So his masturbating in front of you is humiliating?" "Sometimes it is, most of the time it's just for relief...there are many ways to humiliate." "What will you make him do today?" Standing Charles paced around the room thinking. "I don't know. Maybe you can think of something?" "No Charles, I can't..." My voice was dry, at that very moment all I wanted was to be as far away from this place as I could get. "Ahhh...but because you are watching him for the first time it WILL humiliate him...he knows what we've been doing and even though he won't say it there is a part of him that is jealous that I took a lover...it's not that he wants me, he just doesn't want to see me with anyone else. My talking openly like this humiliates him." Peyton's face was bright red, but he kept stroking his cock being driven on my Charles' words. "We could do this...I could tell him what I want him to do...then when you feel he is ready you can snap your fingers and he will do it. Peyton loves to serve anyone that will treat him unfairly, don't you Peyton..." "Yes Sir, I do." Peyton answered immediately. "No...no...thank you." I said. My breakfast was rumbling in my stomach and I was afraid the any minute I was going to lose it. "Well then I guess I'll have to take care of it...when I look at Peyton on the floor like he is...I wonder what it would be like if he were to cum on the floor and then be forced to lick his cum up...using just the tip of his tongue...so it would take a long...long...time." I looked at Peyton. He was in such obvious pain with the need to cum. Raising his hand up Charles snapped his fingers and slowly nodded his head to him. A small groan escaped from Peyton's lips as he thanked him and shot his load in a thick line across the kitchen floor. When he was done he got on all four and began, with just the tip of his tongue, licking every drop of his cum up. Each time he lapped up a drop he would stop and thank Charles then continue on. It took ten long minutes for him to finish his task. While I sat starring with disbelief that I was watching this, fighting off impending tears, Charles stood behind me rubbing his now hard cock against my back. When the last drop disappeared into his mouth he crawled over to us, thanked us and asked to be excused. Charles nodded his head and Peyton was gone. "I am going to fuck you now Michael" he said when Peyton was gone from the room. He seemed to be commanding me, like a Master would command his submissive. "I...I...can't Charles. I'm sorry..." I said standing. "I can't do this." I walked quickly from the room. He called after me...but stopped there...he didn't follow me, thank goodness. He was astute enough to know that I needed my space to digest everything that was happening. I sat on the bed for a few minutes trying once again to digest this life Charles was asking me to take part in. I knew I was panicking and before I did something stupid I tried to calm myself down but the more I tried to calm myself the more upset I got until suddenly I couldn't breathe. I need to get out of there. I needed to be away from this world Charles had created. I dressed quickly, grabbed the few items I had brought with me and slipped quietly out through a side door. It didn't dawn on me until I was half way down the driveway the unnerving prospect that I was stranded on Cape Cod. On Wednesday when Charles had suggested we continue our weekend we left so quickly I grabbed my already packed backpack but accidentally left my wallet on the dresser in my dorm. I knew that Charles would have been gentleman enough to give me the money for the bus fare, but my having to ask him or even face him again was more than I could handle. I still couldn't get the picture of prim and proper Peyton on his knees shooting his load like he did...and it excited Charles. He wanted to fuck me after watching Peyton lick his own cum from the floor. Is that what turned Charles on? I realized at that moment it wasn't only Peyton that had been humiliated earlier, it was also me. Charles was trying to draw me into this part of his life without any regard to how I might feel about it. I followed the long driveway down to the main road and strained to remember which way he had come in. It had been so late the night we drove to Cape Cod and I was so enthralled with everything about Charles that I wasn't paying attention. My thoughts were flying at a mile a minute. How could I have been so stupid? He didn't want me, he wanted some stupid-ass farm boy that he could control and call his submissive. He wanted to do to me what Cecil had done to him -- make me commit myself to him body and soul. Throwing my backpack on my back I started running. I had to stop thinking, especially about Charles and all the baggage he carried with him. I needed to clear my head. I picked up my pace, by running I had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and clear my mind of everything but moving my body. Twenty minutes later I ran into one of many small villages that dot the Cape. It was eerily quiet but that didn't surprise me. It was nearly winter time and a long holiday weekend. Luckily I found a lone gas station open where I was told that a daily bus arrived and departed at three o'clock. In my backpack I found my secreted stash -- a $10 bill that I kept in there for emergencies and hoped that would be enough to get me at least part of the way back to Boston figuring that I could hitch the rest of the way. I had a two hour wait for the bus. ******************** "Mr. Michael?" It was Peyton tapping me on the shoulder. "Mr. Charles has asked me to come and get you." "Please thank Mr. Charles but I respectfully decline his invitation." I said, trying to sound like the rebellious submissive he probably thought I was. "Please Mr. Michael he wants to speak with you." "Go away Peyton." I said frustrated that he wouldn't leave me alone. "I can't go sir, he has told me if you won't come back with me than I am to stay with you and make sure that you are safe." "Then make yourself comfortable Peyton-ole' pal because I'm not going back there." Frustrated Peyton walked back to the car. It only took a moment for Charles to emerge from the back seat of the car. "Walk with me...please...Michael?" Even his voice was confused what role he was trying to fill...the Dominate, the concerned lover, the friend? "No." "Five minutes, that's all I ask...your bus won't be here for an hour, please give me five minutes." Reluctantly, to hopefully shut him up and make him leave, I stood and walked towards him. "I was wrong." He said while we walked the sidewalks around the village. "I should not have exposed you to that side of my life so quickly." "You were wrong about other things too Charles." "Please tell me." "You were wrong to think that I would ever want to be a part of that lifestyle at all Charles. Was it your plan all along to entice me, make me want you so badly that I would do anything you asked of me? I won't be your submissive Charles. I won't let anyone control me." I was being too emotional but for some reason Charles had this way of bringing out emotions in my I didn't know I had. Charles only smiled. "Michael, trust me when I tell you this...the farthest thing from my mind is making you my submissive. I have a fucking house full of submissives back in New York that I can control whenever I desire. No Michael, I want to be with someone that is a lot like me. I want to have vanilla sex and also hot-fuck-shove your cock up my ass and bang me to hell sex...I want a partner but more importantly I want you Michael. "I know you don't know anything about my world, or the world of D/s. I was forced into the world by a very sadistic man. I didn't understand anything that was happening. Please don't misunderstand what I'm saying I cherished almost every minute I was with Cecil, but when you strip away everything, he was a cruel and unrelenting Master. He loved to inflict pain. Pain was his control. What he didn't understand was that he had me the first time he fucked me, he didn't need to do anything else." "Are you a Master now?" "A Master? I like control Michael. When I was with Cecil I gave up that control and although I enjoyed the time he and I had together I knew that it would be short lived. I have to be in control, it is the only way I can function. If that makes me a Master than yes I am. The reality of this whole thing is that I haven't been happy for a long time, maybe that's why I was looking for you to come into my life." "And you think you can have that with me?" "Only if you want to take this journey with me..." He stopped and turned to me. "I lied just now. I do want to do this with you...more than I have ever wanted to be with anyone in my life." Charles sat with me on the bench waiting for the bus. I hadn't said anything since he told me he wanted to be with me more than anyone. We all seem to be able observe people better than we can ourselves. I looked at Charles and saw a 43 years old man that had everything that life could offer -- good looks, money, power, but more importantly confidence. He exuded it. Here was a man, worth who knows how much sitting next to me, he was dressed casually but impeccably in his designer slacks and sweater, hell his shoes probably cost more than my tuition for the semester. Then, if I turn to me and observe myself, a 19 year old KID dressed in my roommate's hand me downs. People have said I'm good looking but not having anything to compare it to how do I really know, two years of education and all the smarts I can ascertain from a book? What is it that he sees in me that would make him want to say 'more than anyone'? I felt like it would be trying to compare a lump of clay to a finely chiseled Rodin. "Would you mind if I ride on the bus with you to Boston?" He asked. "Why would you want to do that Charles?" He was confusing me even more. "I'm not ready to let you go yet. Please let me have just a little more time with you." he whispered. "I don't think so Charles..." I was losing the battle, the tears were there and I couldn't stop them no matter how much I tried. "I...I'm...not going...directly to Boston..." "Michael?" "Why can't you leave well enough alone?" His eyes bore into me. "Fine! If you have to know, because you to have to know everything, you have to control fucking everything! I don't even have the fucking bus fare to get back to school" I cried and walked away from him. I was stripped of whatever small amount of dignity I had left. "Please Michael let me..." "No Charles!" I screamed. "Why can't you understand I don't want you to pay for me? I don't want 'things' from you. All I wanted was to be with you, not the hotel, the clothes or even fucking bus fare...nothing...please Charles if you really do care please...I just want you to leave me alone." I walked away and for the first time since Tuesday evening I wished I had never met him. Peyton found me behind the gas station. "Mr. Michael...I know this is difficult for you, but please Mr. Charles is truly sorry...for everything. He has asked me to take you home." At that very moment I was so over both of them. I just wanted them to leave me alone. "Do you have $20 Peyton?" I asked. "Yes sir." "May I borrow it? I will send you the money when I get back to Boston." Peyton handed me two twenty dollar bills. I asked him for his address which he jotted on a piece of paper and gave to me. Before he walked away he leaned into me and whispered. "He really is a good man Michael if you can ever find a way to give him a second chance." I sent Peyton back his money first thing Monday morning with a brief note thanking him for helping me out. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 04 (Authors Note: This is the 7th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03. Teaser alert...Cecil was not one of the three men this story is about. The third generation man, Scott (the best is yet to come!) will be introduced soon...) Winter break came. I stayed in Boston for lack of any other place to be. I didn't have any family left and there was no one in Iowa I cared to visit. Up until Winter break I had kept myself busy with school and sports and only let Charles creep into my head when I slept, but during the break with nothing to do the days passed slowly. Christmas came and went and New Years was two days away. Mainly I stayed in my room sleeping or ate whenever I could drag myself out of bed but mostly just sat in silence thinking about Charles wondering why I had run so hard and so fast. "Hey Layton," The monotone voice of the security guard on duty blared over the PA system in the hallway, "you have a phone call." The dorm phones were shut down during the holiday and forwarded to security. I was one of only four guys still in residence. I couldn't imagine who would be calling me. Throwing on a pair of shorts I ran downstairs and picked up the phone. "Hello." There was dead silence on the phone. "Hello" I said again. I shrugged to the guard. "I'm sorry...I just wanted to hear your voice again." Charles said. "It's okay." I said softly trying to move away for some privacy from the prying ears. "How are you?" Silence again. "Charles?" "Can we try again Michael? I promise I will try harder to respect your feelings." "Charles..." "No...it's okay...I understand..." he said in a resigned tone. "No. It's not that..." I couldn't talk, I didn't want anyone to hear our conversation. "Where are you?" Silence. "Where are you Charles?" "If I tell you I'm in the parking lot you are going to be angry with me..." "Let me put some clothes on. I'll be out in a few minutes." I said hanging up the phone. Charles was alone in his Mercedes when I silently slipped into the passenger seat. The windows were steamed up leading me to believe he had been sitting in the parking lot for quite awhile. He was dressed the most casually I had ever seen him in jeans and a sweater, but it didn't matter what he wore he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen. "You look tired." I said touching his shoulder. I needed to touch him, I had missed him so much I needed even the slightest connection with him. "I haven't slept very well the last few weeks." He said staring straight ahead. Why wouldn't he look at me? "Charles..." I started to say but he cut me off. "I knew Cecil for four years and was his submissive for a year before we realized that we truly cared for each other...it was our own fucking male testosterone driven stubbornness that kept us from saying how we truly felt about each other. It was easier to say I admired Cecil than to say...I...fuck...and I still can't say it. The words are in my fucking head and I can't get them to come out of my mouth. Damn..." he was so exasperated that it almost looked like he was panicking. "It took his damn death for him to say it to me and even now I can't..." "I'm sorry Charles." I said. I wanted to pull him into my arms and hold him tightly to me...I knew I would never let this man go again. "I need you Michael." He said turning to me. I looked at him and saw for the first time that he was crying. "It's okay...I need you too Charles." I said pulling him to me. He cradled my face in his oversize hands and gazed into my eyes. He didn't need to tell me how he felt, I could see it. I leaned into him and touched my lips to his. A small moan escaped from his lips giving me the opening I needed...and we were lost in each other. *********** Charles rented a far too big house near campus and spent as much time as he could in Boston until school ended in May. In the fall I started my junior year at Georgetown and bid farewell to my jock days. It was also time for confessions and Charles decided he had hid his life from Mary long enough. When I moved to Washington he didn't want to have to lie to Mary as to why I was living in their house. We had both agreed that for business reasons we would 'stay in the closest' so to speak but he wanted a life with me and never wanted us to be apart again. He also wanted Mary to have the option of opting out of the marriage if she wanted to but Mary was that one special rare woman and she surprised us both when she welcomed me with open arms and for a few wonderful years we all lived happily together. With Charles' aid I was lucky enough to join the ranks of the employed with a full internship at Cecil & Company, which miraculously covered my yearly tuition. It really was a no brainer. Charles knew I was a business major, what better way to learn about business then working for his company. Seeing him in action, being involved in the day-to-day business Charles' words he said to that weekend in Cape Cod echoed in my head, he said that he saw a lot of him in me and even though I didn't understand it then I came to find out just how right he was. Over the summer I quietly watched Charles conduct business. I took copious notes, both mentally and written. When he finally assigned me to one the smaller accounts I took to the business at C&C just like he had, growing the smaller company into a major force within its own industry. I realized that just like he had I was intent on bringing my veracity to the business with new ideas that would grow the company even larger and better. Over breakfast before my first day back to school Charles pushed a small box towards me. "I bought this for you the morning after we met in New York but things didn't work out that night or the weekend in Cape Cod for me to give it to you. "Cecil had these rules that he lived by...I always called them Cecil's ISM's, I've introduced you to two of the three ISM's, clothing and appearance... his third ISM dealt with time. He felt that a man who wore a cheap watch didn't value time and it would slip through his fingers. But a man that wore a high-quality watch, that would last forever, cherished time and would make every moment count. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life Michael I want time to count for both of us ..." I opened the box and there nestled in white satin was a solid gold Cartier watch mirroring the one that Charles wore. Humbled by his gift, outrageous as it was, I thanked him and put the watch on. After that it became our tradition on every Thanksgiving to gift each other with high quality, expensive watches. ************ Charles was in New York on business the day I had to rush Mary to the emergency room. Two and a half years had passed, my undergraduate days were over and I had started working on my Masters degree. Since the first day we had met Mary had always been frail but when she started having problems breathing I rushed her to the hospital. Charles flew back to Washington within three hours and together we started looking for specialists around the country to help her. It took three months, trips in and out of the hospital, for us to finally get the devastating news – Mary was suffering from ALS and the disease was consuming her at an alarming rate. It was of no consolation to all of us that loved her that she went quickly but I saw it in Charles' eyes that he was grateful that she didn't have to suffer any more than she already had. We buried our beloved Mary, whom I had come to love probably as much as Charles did, next to her parents in New York and knew that we would be eternally lonely without her. "For so many years she was my best friend...my only friend..." he said while we sat graveside after the funeral. "She's at peace now and with the people she loved most in the world." After Mary died Charles withdrew from the social scene all together. There were only three things he concerned himself with in his life, me, business and sex – and not always necessarily in that order. I was always able to provide him with the vanilla sex he craved and our sex life never suffered, but there was always that part of him that needed the satisfaction he got from dominating a submissive. Because business dictated Charles spent a great deal of time in New York and lived in his private quarters on the top floor of the brownstone. I too spent time there and although I didn't partake in the brownstone 'activities' I did socialize with some of the Masters and wondered around quietly educating myself. During my breaks, especially the summer when I wasn't in school we stayed in New York full time. He truly was happier in New York and I could see subtle changes in him when we were there. He was more relaxed and seemed to be smiling and laughing more. We stayed in most of the time but ventured out to dinner and shows occasionally. Somewhere along the way we started this silly game to see where we could find the most publicly private place to either fuck or suck. He chose the men's room at the theater when we were attending opening night at the opera. I came back with a blow job in our private box at a spring training baseball game. New York City held limitless possibilities and we had chosen to try and discover them all. As I became more knowledgeable about the lifestyle I found that every Master had some particular thing they leaned towards. Some Masters, like Cecil, liked to inflict pain and others enjoyed the art of humiliation. Charles' predilection leaned more towards medical dominance. He loved to don his lab coat and strap a submissive to his examining table and perform his own special form medical treatment on them. I never took a submissive role with Charles, other than loving being on my knees sucking his cock, but I was always curious what he did behind the closed doors of his personal space. He had built his playroom on the same floor as our private residence at the brownstone. He and Peyton were the only people to hold keys to the room and for some unknown reason it was the only thing we never shared. My eyes always drifted over to the door whenever I got off the elevator and often wondered if deep down inside I was jealous of what went on in there. I appreciated the effect the room had on him whenever he emerged after a session - he was always calmer and breathtakingly romantic after spending a few hours in there. As much as I loved our public sex-games I couldn't help but dwell on the one place I really wanted to try. It was Sunday. I had been in New York for spring break but it was over and I was returning to Washington the next morning. Charles was downstairs dealing with a minor issue with a submissive. He didn't normally involve himself in the day-to-day 'issues' – he had people to do that – but for some reason he felt his attention was needed. I was wondering idly around the apartment, trying to come up with something special we could do with the few hours we had left, waiting patiently for him to return. For some unknown reason I found myself standing outside of his private room wondering just what was on the other side of the door. I don't know what made me reach out and try the door knob, I had never considered it before, but I did and surprising it twisted slowly in my hand and a moment later the door cracked open. I knew that Charles hadn't been in the room for the past ten days and I imagined he was missing it. I looked over my shoulder, like a kid trying not to get caught, and slipped into the room. It was pitch black in the room and I had to feel around on the wall for the light switch. A second later harsh florescent lighting filled the room. The windowless 18X18 room had hospital green walls with a floor of painted dark grey concrete. In the center of the room was a sleek, state of the art, examining table and a small rolling stool – much like the one Renaldo used at his shop. Two drains, one on either side of the table drew my fleeting attention. Along the wall where the door was there was a waist high cabinet with a stainless steel sink and large goose neck faucet. Foot pedals below the sink turned the water off and on. Above the sink were two wooden cabinets. Curious, I peeked into each cabinet to find bottles of antiseptics, soaps and lubricant, of various brands and flavors, boxes of latex gloves, wipes, rolls of flexible bandages and packages of sterile drapes with holes in the middle. On the next wall was a medical scale, blood pressure equipment and a wall mounted ophthalmoscope with various size tips. Medical posters showing men's penises and prostates adorning the wall. The far wall, across from the door, had four large glass shelved cabinets. Each cabinet appeared to have its own designation. Next to the first cabinet was a rolling IV stand. In the cabinet was what appeared to be two dozen or so different shaped and size enema nozzles. There was also several enema bags all in various sizes and shapes, four stainless steel oversize syringes, sealed packages of rubber bulb enema douches, and length after of length of medical grade tubing. Charles had told me about enemas, but we hadn't shared the experience together. The most we did was the hose in the shower for quick clean ups – well clean outs. I moved onto the next cabinet which was filled with various styles and sizes of dildos. I didn't take the time to count them but I estimated there had to be over a hundred different ones. I couldn't even begin to imagine what Charles did with those. The next cabinet had all different types of BDSM gear - gags, nipple clamps, cock cages,and more things I couldn't even identify. The speculums peaked my interest and I couldn't help but reach into the cabinet and take one out. It was made of stainless steel and heavy in my hand. A fleeting image of me lying on the table with this cold instrument gaping my ass open made my cock twitch and grow. The last cabinet seemed to be a catchall and held instruments and more items I couldn't identify. There were several metal boxes with various dials that plugged into a wall and next to the boxes were electrical leads and rubber rings. On another shelf was an open box that held what look like a dozen different size metal rods. Next to it was another box with similarly shaped rods of different sizes and lengths. On the last wall of the room stood a stall shower another sink and a toilet. I walked to the center of the room, to the table and ran my hand over the padded vinyl surface and then over the high cushioned stirrups that sat at the end of the table. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what I would look like naked my legs high in the air and Charles between them on that small squat stool. "What are you doing?" There wasn't anger in his voice, it was soft and inquisitive. "The door wasn't locked...I've always wanted to see what was in here...I'm sorry..." I said moving to leave. "No. It's fine Michael. I never showed you the room because I didn't think it interested you." "It looks so real..." "Most everything in here is real. I bought it all from medical equipment manufacturers." "I...um...could I sit on the table...I mean...I don't want to intrude, but it looks so...well you know...hot..." I had never been this shy or reticent with Charles before. "Well..." He rubbed his hand over his chin, just in that way I knew he was being playful...and maybe even a little hopeful. "If you want to sit on the table you will have to be naked...that is one of the rules of this room." Rules. Charles' rules. I couldn't help but smile. "What about you?" I said walking over to him. He was dressed casually in a polo and chinos...and looking GQ and very delicious. I only had on a pair of casual pajama bottom, nothing I slept in, just to wear around the apartment when Peyton was around. I still wasn't 100% comfortable being naked around other people. He pulled the string on my pants and in a quick moment they dropped showing Charles how ready...and excited I was. A lascivious smile touched his lips. "I want you to undress me." He said in a firm voice only serving to make me harder. The little kid in me wanted to rip his clothes off and jump his bones as quickly as I could...the hell with this room...but there was another part of me that wanted to take this journey with Charles. "Yes Sir" I whispered with a sarcastic smile touching my lips. Gently lifting his shirt from the bottom I pulled it over his head. I tried to lean in and run my tongue over his now taunt nipples, but he took a step back and shook his head. It was then that I realized that in this room Charles was in total control...this was Charles the Dominant. "Now my pants." I obliged quickly touching him as little as possible, following his lead when he needed me to. "Tell me what you want Michael." He said his that low sexy voice of his that always make me start leaking. I looked straight in his eyes. I wanted to shrug, because I didn't truly didn't know what I wanted, but then I remembered how Cecil didn't allow shrugging. "I want to experience this room with you Charles." For a brief moment I could see the confusion on Charles' face. He thought for a long moment about what he wanted to say. "You are not a submissive and I never want to treat you like one, but in here I have only had submissives. You have to tell me if I step over the line at any time or do something you aren't comfortable with." "I will Charles, I promise." "Good. To do this properly and safely I will need to be in total control and you are going to have to trust me – is that okay?" "Yes." And I was being genuine. Everything that Charles was saying was exciting me more and more. He led me over to the end of the table and had me sit with my ass as close to the edge as I could. Walking over to the side of the table he cupped my neck in his hand and helped me to a prone position. His eyes were twinkling with excitement making me want him even more. He leaned over, his lips within a breath away from mine. "I have never kissed anyone in here before...I've never kissed a submissive...ever...I just want you to know that it's only you I am this intimate with." My heart sang with joy! He ran his tongue over my lips before plunging it deeply in my mouth taking my breath away. "I want to restrain you." he whispered a moment later pulling away from me slightly. My eyes opened wide. We had only dabbled in bondage one other time and it was me restraining him and then having my way with him. I had dreams that one day he would want to do it to me also. "Yes...please..." I was panting with excitement. "It's going to be different. I am going to totally restrain you. You will not be able to move at all. You will have no choice but absorb all the pleasure I'm going to give you without being able to move any part of your body...is that okay?" Without thinking I nodded my head. Charles simply smiled and touched his lips to mine lightly. "Don't do that ever again in here..." He instantly had my attention. Over the next few minutes Charles worked silently binding me to the table. Using five inch wide poly straps he restrained me to the table at my forehead, upper chest and lower chest and hips. My arms were pinned down by leather cuffs that attached not only to the table but to the two lengths of chest restraints making it impossible for me to move them at all. He moved to the end of the table and lifted one leg at a time into the stirrups and again used lengths of the poly straps to bind me to the stirrups by my upper thighs and again at my knees. With a push of a button somewhere on the table he raised the stirrups and then spread my legs even farther apart. I was totally opened and exposed. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 04 "I would like to take some pictures of you like this, would you mind?" He asked. "I really want you to see how fucking hot you look all bound up like this. "Yes please...Sir..." my voice was still dripping with sarcasm, but Charles seemed to like it. From underneath the table he pulled out a camera and for the next little while he snapped away. When he was done he sat down on the stool and placed his warm hands on my thighs. "You truly are the most beautiful man I have ever been with...I'm so fucking lucky...you are so very perfect. He whispered leaning forward and placed idolizing kisses on my cock, then balls and finally my ass. "Now...as your doctor I don't normally talk during the examination I am about to give...but since your curiosity is so peaked that it made you come see me without an appointment I am going to break protocol and let you know every step of the way what I am going to do to you. "Thank you Charles..." "That will be all from you. You may only speak when I allow you to speak and your will only answer me with a simple 'yes' or 'no'. If you say any more than that I may be forced to gag you...and would enjoy every minute of doing it!" He He stood and winked - something Charles rarely did. I couldn't help but smile back at him. This man was blending his worlds to accommodate me and I couldn't help but love and admire him for it. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands, just like a doctor would do. I couldn't turn my head to see what he was doing and he had forbade me to speak so I had to leave it to my imagination what was going to happen to me. I heard the cabinet doors by the sink open then close several times before he returned to the table. Once again he glided his hands down my thighs and over the cheeks of my ass. "I have never coveted an ass like I do yours Michael. I can still remember the first time my cock slid into you, how tight you were and how much you wanted me...and took me...all of me..." He parted the cheeks of my ass and ran his finger from my balls down to my hole. I could feel it twitching in anticipation. "I'm going to be quite gentle with you today. I only want you to feel the pleasures this room has to offer. If you like it...maybe on another day I can walk in here again and find you waiting for me and we can try some other delicacies the room has to offer." I heard the snap of him putting a glove on, the squeeze of some lubricant and then his finger slipping slowly into me. I was in instant heaven. "I'm glad I didn't fuck you last night Michael, your ass is tight and wanting right now." He slipped his one finger to the side replacing it with two fingers. As much as I wanted to grind my ass into his fingers I couldn't move and I was just beginning to understand what he meant that I would have to absorb all the pleasure. "Soon you are going to open up even more and I am going to slip a third finger into you..." He pulled his two fingers and silently pushed the promised three fingers into me. A quick push of the button and he spread my legs further apart. "Michael...I want to put my entire hand in your ass...the feeling is going to be quite overwhelming. I want you to tell me honestly if you want me to do this..." I wanted to scream FUCK YES...but calmly and with conviction I simply said yes. This had been a fantasy of mine since I had seen one of the Master's do this to a submissive in the dungeon one night. Charles slid his three fingers out. I heard another squeeze of lubricant and felt him back at me again. I tensed up for a moment, but Charles coaxed me with his soothing calming words until I relaxed and felt the pressure of his hand on me. His hand pressed into me, filling beyond anything I had ever felt before. "Oh yes Michael...you are so tight and accepting of my hand..." I was tethered to the table and all I could do was feel what Charles was doing to me. Since the first time his cock found its way into my ass I had loved the sensation of being filled. Now, with his hand almost fully into me I was being taken to a new height of pure sensual pleasure. I could feel his outstretched fingers going deeper into me, caressing the tender walls of my ass. Then I felt his knuckles, massaging me, my moans were uncontainable pushing Charles further into me. I'm grateful I couldn't speak. I wouldn't have been able to put these feelings into words. I just lay on the table feeling, appreciating everything that was happening to me. Then his fingers found my prostate... At first he just let his finger glide over the tiny little gland, almost like a tickle, but when he saw my cock start to instantly ooze a fine strand of fluid he placed two fingers firmly on me and began a methodical massage. "We've never spoken about this aspect of sex before Michael, but I'm going to turn your world inside out in a few minutes. Without even touching your beautiful fat cock I'm going to make you shoot the best load you've ever had in your life." Relentlessly his fingers continue on me. More 'milk' dripped out of me, gobs of it. I wanted to touch my cock...I wanted Charles to touch my cock...I wanted to move, but I couldn't. The frustration of being so immobile was irritatingly distracting. "You ass is so tight around my hand, you want to come so badly, don't you Michael?" "Yesssss" I hissed. "Yes what?" "Yes...Sirrrrrrr" I said trying to smile but only wanting to cum. My entire body was on fire. My entire body was shaking and tense at the same time. My brain was telling me to cum, my shallow breathes and out of control racing heart was screaming for release. My cock felt like it was about to explode, my balls were drawn up so tight I was afraid they would never drop again. "You are so close...so very close...but I have the power to take that away...all I have to do is stop what I'm doing and you won't cum...all I would have to do is stop moving these two fingers...." "No...please...please..." I was begging him. I had never wanted to cum so badly in my life. I tried to move my ass, tried to push myself hard against his hand, I craved two seconds of friction on my cock – anything that would JUST-MAKE-ME-CUM. Then it happened. I felt it first in my ass when it clenched down crushingly hard on Charles hand, inhumane screams shot from my mouth and I felt the cum rising from my ass to my balls to my cock and then the explosion. Tied down, shooting wave after wave of hot cum from my piss hole – all I could do was feel every synapse in my body react to this glorious experience Charles had given me. It might have been minutes it could have been hours before I was able to focus again. I vaguely remember Charles gently pulling his hand from me leaving and feeling empty – and oddly still wanting. I even remember him licking every drop of my cum from my crotch to my forehead. When I finally opened my eyes Charles was standing on the side of the table staring down at me. A shit-eating grin twitching on his lips. "Ok?" He asked smiling. "Yes..." I said than added the Sir to the end of my sentence. "I'm not finished with you." "Oh good...I was hoping that was only the warm up." I muttered in my sarcastic manner that Charles always appreciated. "Be careful..." He said in warning, but his threats were empty. I knew that Charles would never do anything to hurt me. "Yes Sir" I whispered. He started to walk away but I whimpered to get his attention. I licked my tongue over my bottom lip. I had an irresistible desire for him to kiss me and knew that I couldn't do that in here but he never denied me our kisses. He had once told me that if we never could have sex again he would be okay as long as he could always get lost in my kisses. We could make out for hours and never tire of it. With the crazy hours we worked, the pain of losing Mary and even the indignity we lived day in and day out having to hide our feelings from others it just didn't matter when we were in each other's arms as our tongues danced together. "I'm going to fuck you now..." he said breathlessly pulling away from me. "And then I'm going to give you one last surprise. After that we are going to shower and go to our apartment where I hope upon hope you will want to shove that lovely fat cock of yours in my ass and show me how much you appreciated your afternoon." He released my head, chest and arm restraints and raised my back so I was in a semi prone position – I really liked this table! "May I ask a question...Sir." I said with a huge grin on my face. "If you must." He answered in his playful tone. "Would there be any way in a future time that I might be able to get you on the table...and...well you know...give you a full exam." His expression was unreadable at first, until he let out the biggest ear-to-ear grin. "I would love to be your little plaything for an afternoon." I noted that he refrained from using the word 'submissive'. The memories of his time as a submissive rarely surfaced but I knew that as much as Charles told me he wouldn't trade the time he had with Cecil, I still think his submission affected him and shook the confidence he exudes daily – he WAS Charles after all. Charles moved back to the end of the table, between my still restrained legs and lowered the table until it was at his desired height – cock level. His eyes were locked on mine as he slowly slid into me. "I love how my cock fits so perfectly in your ass. Even after so many years of us being together you are still so tight. He thrust into me again, harder this time. "I remember the night we met, when I told you that I wasn't looking for a one night stand but I told you sometimes a 'shove my cock up your ass' fuck is fun...well this is going to be one of those times Michael..." His voice drifted as he started pounding into my ass. Harder and harder...on and on. It was glorious! I loved being fucked like this, and I loved when he made gentle 'I need you' love to me...I loved every moment I was with Charles. "Fuck!!" he yelled suddenly thrusting one last time into me shooting his hot wet load deep into my ass. He held himself deep inside of me and opened his eyes looking at me with this 'I've got a secret look'. "I promised you something special..." he said. He didn't move. His eyes closed again. It took a moment, but then I felt it. At first it was a slight gush deep inside of me, than it became a steady hot stream. A moan that sounded more like a scream escaped from my mouth. Since the first time I heard about it years ago I wanted it...now he was giving me what I've always wanted...he was pissing in my ass and it felt so fucking good. Charles moaned, mirroring my continued moans. I wanted to shout out and beg him to never stop. My ass was on fire and I couldn't get enough of him. I was so full, not only of his cock, but his cum and now his piss. Nirvana couldn't have gotten any closer. When he was done he opened his eyes and looked at me. He had never said he loved me, but I could see it in his eyes. Words were simply words, but when he gave me one his 'I am the luckiest man in the world because of you' looks it didn't matter. Charles never locked his private room again. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 05 (Authors Note: This is the 8th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04. Best wishes to everyone for a Merry Christmas!) Time marched on. Charles and I had been together for ten years and had flown to Aspen for a combination anniversary/Thanksgiving ski trip. We were staying at one of the brownstone member's winter getaway home, a modern A-Frame house that was comfortable enough for Charles and I, of course Peyton and the two submissives he brought with him. A first time happenstance at the brownstone the two submissives were identical twins. Charles had heard rumors of their desire to submit -- another rarity that two brothers would be at the brownstone at the same time, and personally interviewed them. At six feet tall they were strikingly handsome both with clean, wholesome athletic builds -- just the way that Charles preferred his submissives. Older than most new trainees, at twenty years old they had recently dropped out of college after deciding they wanted to follow their desires to find and serve a Master that would accept the two of them. Charles' attraction to the boys was two-fold, one was they were red-headed, another thing I had come to find that Charles had a penchant for and he had never had twins before, a desire not many Masters ever had fulfilled. They also had matching thick cocks with large mushroom capped heads, and I too found myself lusting after their lovely cocks and even with the wide patch of red pubic hair surrounding it. The general rule of the brownstone was that all submissives were always kept completely hairless from the neck down, except for red heads. Charles loved to see and run his fingers through red pubic hair and disallowed Renaldo from ever shaving that area. From the moment they arrived at the White Plains training center Charles had a Trainer assigned to them and kept them segregated from the other trainees. He knew full well that these two were going to be his personal 'property' and he didn't want anyone to touch them but the Trainer of his choice and him and I -- if I eventually decided I wanted to indulge. Charles surprised me with the submissives when he arrived in Aspen. "I thought maybe you'd like to try a virgin ass." He casually said over dinner like he was talking about the ski runs we had made earlier in the afternoon. The twins, Timothy and James, Tim and Jim, were kneeling quietly in the living room, within our view, naked with their cocks hard. I wasn't shocked by his suggestion. For years he had been telling me that I needed to try a virgin ass at least once, knowing full well that once I had my first virgin ass I would always go back for more. I remained mutely silent, not knowing how to express how I felt. Monogamy, to the extent that I had not fucked anyone other than Charles, was the road I had chosen to take so far in our relationship mainly because he was more than enough for me. I knew that he had his needs, and it never bothered me that he had his submissives. Charles used these men for his pleasure, whether it was to fuck their tight little asses or putting them through their paces in his examining room they fulfilled his need to control. I was his everything else. On our first year anniversary we made enduring vows to each other. No matter whom we ever decided to dally with there would be two things we would never do with anyone else. We would never kiss anyone else and we would never have anybody else's cock in our asses. I was Charles' lover and Charles was my lover and as far as we were concerned our asses were sacred to each other. Even though I hadn't fucked any of the submissives I had done my share of 'experimenting' with them. After Charles opened his private room to me I spent time in there with him and submissives. Sometimes I acted as his able bodied assistant playing with his bevy of submissives alongside Charles and other times I just watched often playing with myself until I was ready to cum and then shot my load either on the submissives or in their mouths. I even had started going to the lounge and allowing submissives to suck my cock but I seldom reached orgasm. I never knew if it was psychological on my part, the part of me that only wanted Charles, or if I just wasn't turned on by what the submissive was doing to me. Whatever it was,at the end of the day I cherished being in Charles' arms and didn't feel like I was missing out on anything. "You don't have to decide right away, we have all weekend. They aren't going anywhere." Charles said. "I do want to try it Charles...I just..." I said in a low voice not wanting the twins to hear me. "I understand Michael. Know this though... This is totally your choice. I am secure enough in our relationship to know that using one of these submissives isn't going to take away from what we have." And there it was -- him saying it without saying it. Charles loved me and knew that I loved him even though the words had never come out of our mouths. "May I ask you something?" Charles simply nodded his head. "Would it turn you on to watch me with someone else?" Charles had to think about what I asked. "Maybe it would. I know what you do to me...but I can't always see what you are doing...I mean I feel it -- oh boy do I enjoy your touch...but I think I would take pleasure in seeing you sink that beautiful cock of yours into another person. I don't know it that makes sense...the thoughts are jumbled in my head..." It was a exceptional occasion when Charles shed his control and his vulnerable side emerges. Standing up I walked over to them. One of them watched my every move and refused to break eye contact with me. I moved to the one who had his eyes cast downward. "I want you to undress me." I said to him in a Charles-like firm voice. Charles' mouth dropped open and for the moment he was frozen to his spot at the table. He had never heard me take such an assertive role before. The submissive scrambled to his feet and nervously began the task of stripping me of my clothes reminding me of my first time Charles told me to take his clothes off. When I was naked he let his eyes lust hungrily over my body. His cock, which had been semi-flaccid, was now rock hard with a large bead of clear pre-cum oozing from his slit. There was no doubt in my mind that Jim appreciated and desired men. I reached out and lightly rubbed the bead over his bulbous head. Jim tenses immediately, sucking his breath in and squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't even think about cumming" I whispered to him stepping behind him without touching him. "If you do you will spend the rest of weekend on your knees watching your brother garnering all our attention." "Y...ye...yes...Sir" he stuttered softly. I sat on the sofa and motioned for the boy. He kneeled before me, in perfect submissive stance and cast his eyes downwards. "Pleasure me." I said. The boy looked up at me almost like I was speaking a foreign language. I spread my legs and taking my cock in hand began to stroke the length from my head down to my balls. He inched closer to me, seemingly fascinated by what I was doing and place his hand over mine. When I felt his confidence gaining I removed my hand and let him continue. "Now use your mouth..." Leaning into me he licked his tongue out over the head of my cock catching the first droplets of my pre-cum. He smiled shyly as he savored his first taste of man-cum. "Take the head into your mouth, suck on me..." He wasn't experienced. He thought the object was to make me cum and went at me with a voraciousness that made me almost go soft. I pulled away from him. "Which twin are you?" I asked holding his head between my hands. He looked like he was going to cry. "J..Ji..Jim" he stuttered again. "Jim, I want you to listen to me carefully. I know you are nervous and most likely scared, I was very scared my first time also, but with time this will pass. Don't think about making me cum, think about giving me pleasure. Close your eyes and think about your fantasies, I'm sure you dreamed of a man making love to you. How his tongue and his mouth would glide over your body...maybe his touch is gentle, maybe it's firm, but however he touches you it brings pleasure to you. Think of my cock as your cock and how you want to pleasured. That's the pleasure I want you to bring to me...." While I was talking Charles moved into the living room and when I glanced over at him I saw him hanging on every word I was saying. Our eyes locked for a long moment and I could see his 'I love you' look in them. He nodded at me and I looked away back to Jim. I released Jim face and relaxed leaning back into the sofa again. Jim placed his hands on my thighs and slowly began to massage them spreading them and moving them upwards. I closed my eyes and let him pleasure me with his hands and his mouth. His tongue explored, hesitant at first but goaded on by my moans he licked over my balls, sucking them gently into his mouth, rolling them around while his tongue massaged them. When he was satisfied my balls had enough attention he moved his attentions to my cock. Using a combination of his hands and his mouth he licked and sucked me with a renewed passion that not one submissive had even done to me. Before long I found myself taking shallow strokes in and out of his mouth, my hands firmly holding his head over my cock. Jim knew I was going to cum and taking a deep breath he let me stroke deeper into his mouth until almost half my length was touching deeply in his throat. I couldn't hold out any longer and with a load groan I opened up filling him with my hot wet load. Jim wrapped his lips around me and milked every drop from my cock trying to will me to keep cumming. When he finally accepted that I was done he pulled his mouth slowly off of me and sat back on his heels, his eyes cast downward. It was at that moment that I saw he was pinching his cockhead trying to keep himself from shooting his load. There was a part of me that felt badly for him, I know how in the beginning I always had problems containing my desires to shoot, but there was also a new part of me, the dominant side of me that was now emerging, that wanted him to deserve to be able to cum. I finally understood what it meant to be in control. "Tim, take your brother in the kitchen and have Peyton ice his cock down. That is the only way he will be able to stop the urge to cum." Moving quickly to his feet Tim helped Jim up and took him to the kitchen. Charles was oddly silent and in one of those singular flashes in time where I couldn't read what he was feeling. I reached and touched his cheek with the tenderness of his lover, letting him know it was different than when I touched the boy. He closed his eyes allowing himself to savor my touch. When he opened his eyes again he took my hand in his and kissed each of my fingertips sucking my pinkie finger gently in his mouth. "I...you...you were so good with him...it shocked me...I never imagined that you could be like that..." he finally said. "I thought about our first time. You were so patient with me, you took your time making me want to relish every second...and I did." "Will you take his virginity?" "Yes, but I won't do it the way Cecil took yours. I don't want to hurt him -- that's just who I am. He's going to be an extraordinary submissive one you are going to be proud of." "What about Tim?" I had to smile. "Tim is his brother's polar opposite. I suspect in the end he will make a better Master than he will a submissive and YOU, my friend, my lover -- are going to have your hands full with him. And I know you are going to love every minute of it!" "Tis true!" He said. "But right now I want you...I would like very much to take you upstairs and have my way with you for the rest of the night. And he did! The next night with Charles, Tim and Peyton watching I took Jim's virginity. Of course Charles was correct when he said there is nothing like a virgin ass. Whatever fears Jim had the day before were gone when his brother presented him to me. Jim sunk to his knees before me and touched his head to my feet, kissing each of my feet before looking at me and telling me that I was his to do with as I pleased. I took him from behind. I spread his ass cheeks and looked at his puckered hole twitching with anticipation. Then I thought back to what Charles said to me when he took my virginity and said almost the same words. "Some people like to prepare the ass, get it used to having something as lovely as a cock in it, but I don't. I am going to love the feel how you will resist me at first, but then there will be a moment when suddenly you realize how wonderful I am feeling inside of you...and you will want more of me...until you have the full length of my cock in you." His ass was gloriously tight and I shot my first load even before I was all the way inside of him. The deeper I went the more I wanted him. I had never felt like it before. Charles came up and knelt behind me, pressing his naked body to mine. It was the first time he ever showed affection towards me in front of others. He drew his arms around me and together we took Jim. I came in him two more times before I was done. When I was done and pulled out of him Charles took my place and fucked him in long deep strokes until he came shooting his load so it mixed with mine. **************** After that weekend in Aspen I became a more participatory member of the brownstone. Like Charles did, I found my predilection -- and that was I enjoyed the new ones, the untrained ones. I loved to train them how to give pleasure -- of course using me as their model to experiment on. As much as I loved playing with the submissive my favorite thing I loved to do was to come up with different ways to humiliate Peyton, who I cared for dearly, without inflicting pain or violence. It became a game between Charles and me to see who could come up with the most humiliating circumstance for him. I had known for quite awhile that Peyton loved to drink piss. There was many a night that he would station himself in the dungeon and act as a toilet for the Masters, letting them piss in his mouth or over his body. At first I found the idea of it absolutely disgusting. Charles just smiled and told me to remember Rule #2 -- always keep an open mind -- don't judge. Eventually I realized that no one was forced to do this, that some men loved to drink piss and if that's what floated their boat then who was I to judge. It wasn't until Charles and I began pissing in each others ass that I came to understand just how decadent it could be. In the end of was me that finally won the top honor of the ultimate humiliation. It was Peyton's birthday weekend and we rented a secluded house in South Beach for a long weekend. Charles knew I was up to something but I didn't tell him exactly what. Through a friend in New York I was able to hire a very attractive Dominatrix that he knew in Miami to come to the house. I had her dress like a spoiled college girl taking advantage of Daddy's money in a simple sundress with very light make-up. I had told Charles and Peyton that I had invited the single twenty-something daughter of one of our clients over for Sunday brunch on our private terrace. Paula was bubbly and dominated the conversation -- she also took ample advantage of the mimosa's we were serving and soon was getting very 'friendly' with everyone in the room. Charles caught on early and let me know that he was on board and would take my lead wherever he could. Soon Paula set her sights on Peyton, following him around and constantly trying to engage him in conversation. Peyton tried to retain his cool -- his manservant demeanor, but she was wearing him down quickly. When we had finished eating Charles took his lead and turned to Paula. "So Paula, Are you at all familiar with the world of D/s?" "I've read a little about it, why?" She said in her innocent but sexy voice. "Well it turns out that Payton is very active in that lifestyle, in fact he loves to masturbate in front of people..." "Sir!" Peyton exclaimed his face turning bright red. "Oh Peyton-baby will you do that for me? Pleazzzzz" Paula said in her cutest girl next store tone. All it took was for Charles to give Peyton one of his looks and a snap of the finger and he had no choice but to drop to his knees, his face the reddest I had ever seen. This was humiliation at its best. "In honor of Peyton's birthday weekend I want Peyton to..." I said smiling, "masturbate for us with no clothes on." Peyton knew he had no choice, but it didn't matter he was hard, especially since we had denied from masturbating for the past week, and also wanted whatever humiliation we chose to dole out to him. As soon as he had disrobed he resumed his position on his knees and took his cock in his hand and started stroking himself. Like the good submissive that he was he kept his eyes on us the whole time he stroked himself. "Well if he's going to masturbate, so am I!" Paula yelled and with one stroke threw off her sundress to show that she was buck naked. I had told her what Peyton's proclivity was and when she was ready she walked over to Peyton. Her voice changed from the cutesy party girl to the Dominatrix she actually was the moment she stood in front of him. Grabbing him by his hair she said. "I heard you like to drink piss, boy...open your mouth...mamas got a piss load..." The moment he opened his mouth she bucked her pussy to his mouth and unleashed on him. She was still pissing when unable to control himself he shot his load over her feet, which of course she promptly made him lick off. Peyton was instant heaven. When she was done she invited Peyton to her private dungeon to have a real experience with a Dominatrix. Peyton was instantly hard again and readily accepted. The last we saw him he was still buck naked getting into her car. We didn't see Peyton for the rest of trip and when he joined us at the plane he proudly showed us his red ass and his hickey covered chest. Sitting was a big issue for him and as soon as the Fasten Seat Belt sign went out he dropped to his knees and rode the rest of the way home like that. "I fucked a woman." He announced that afternoon. "And did you like it?" Charles asked. "I don't know. I didn't have much of a choice, Mistress Paula had me restrained when she climbed on me and planted her wet pussy on me." "Did you shoot a load into her?" "Well yeah...she was one fucking hot bitch..." Charles and I burst out laughing. Soon after that the ever present Peyton started taking regular trips to Miami. Our boy was finally growing up. ***************** The years seemed to fly by and before we knew it Charles and I had been together more than 20 years. I couldn't believe that I was about to turn 40 and was Vice-President of a billion dollar company. Charles had starting cutting back going to the office everyday and talked about retiring completely and turning the business over to me. What that translated to was that instead of him going to the office everyday he would keep himself connected to everything via technology. My relationship with Charles never wavered after that horrible weekend in Cape Cod. The passion we shared with each other remained as fresh as the first time we were together. Maybe it was that we accepted each other for who we were. It was true bliss - until 2006. The year started great. We closed the books on the best year Cecil & Company had ever had and the membership at the brownstone was wait list only. Charles and I finally decided it was time to take some much deserved time off and were planning a month long vacation to Italy and the Greece Islands, until one afternoon when Charles collapsed at his desk. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 05 He had suffered a massive heart attack. It took over a day for the doctors to even give us the prognosis that he had a 50/50 chance of survival. Thirty-six hours later he was rushed into surgery and had open heart, four bypass surgery. Seventy-two hours later the doctors finally told us that he would survive and with proper diet and exercise he could recover his life back again. Modern medicine has always had the capability of healing the physical body and it was able to do so with Charles' body. Physically he was fine, his heart was strong and the doctors were pleased, but on the inside Charles wasn't healing. At sixty-four years old, before the heart attack, Charles was in great physical shape. We had sex every day, most of the time several times a day -- either with each other or serviced by submissives. After the heart attack Charles seemed to have lost interest in all of the things he had once enjoyed so much -- and that included me. He was released from the hospital two weeks after his 'episode' as the doctors called it. We hired a full time nurse/caregiver for Charles, who upon returning to the house insisted that we stay in separate bedrooms. He used the excuse that outside people didn't need to know about our private life. Six weeks later Charles was back on his feet, back to work part time and the nurse gone but Charles still secluded himself in another bedroom. At first he gave me excuse after excuse but after a few weeks he didn't even bother. One night, after he had turned in, I went into his room and tried to get into bed with him, I just wanted to hold him, I missed feeling his warmth against mine. He immediately rolled away from me and told me that he preferred to be alone. "Please Charles, let me just stay with you." He was silent for a long time and I thought he had fallen asleep, but then he spoke. "I think you should find someone else to be with." He said through clenched teeth. I could tell he was emotional. "There is no one in this world I want to be with but you Charles." I said touching his shoulder gently. "But I can't give you what you need anymore." I moved closer to Charles and took him in my arms. His face was stained with tears. "Charles I just want to be close to you like this. That's all. If this is all we can ever have then so be it." More than anything in my life I wanted to tell him for the first time in all the years that we had been together that I loved him -- but Charles wanted no part of those words. We could say need, want, care, respect, anything but the one true word that defined us. "I can't satisfy you anymore." He said crying opening in my arms. "Just being with you is enough for me." He fell asleep nestled in my arms. We were together in the same bed again -- at least it was a start. "There's a new submissive in our flock." Charles said to me over breakfast one day. "You've seen him...Master Richard has disowned his submissive and asked us if we'd take him." "You mean John?" "Yes...you know him?" "I've seen him, he's very beautiful -- has a beautiful thick cock also." I had seen John one time when Richard parked him in the submissive area when he took his yearly trip to Thailand. Richard never allowed anyone to touch his submissives and had to pay extra to have a Trainer assigned to him to babysit while he was going for two months. "Why did he disown him?" I asked. "Richard had to go to Japan for an extended period of time. But I think that was just an excuse, I think he might have had some behavior issues with him." "Hmmm....shall I bring him to you this afternoon for an exam?" "Oooo...that would be nice." He said leaning into me kissing me deeply. "Come back to bed, I want to make out with you for while, maybe feel that beautiful cock of yours up my ass." Charles still hadn't been able to maintain an erection, but he still enjoyed feeling me deep inside of him -- and so did I. Out the blue, just after we had gotten in bed the next night Charles asked me if I would let John fuck me. I sat up in bed and looked at him in shock. "Absolutely not!" I said angry that he would ever consider something like that. "You need to have someone...and I can't give you want you need." "You give me everything I want and need." I said to him. "End of discussion." "What if I never get an erection again?" "What if the tables were reversed and I couldn't do it...would you find someone else?" "I...I'd at least consider it." He said smiling. It took close to six months, several trips to his doctor and a change in his heart medication before Charles showed any signs of wanting to have sex again. It took my quite by surprise when I woke up one morning to him lying on top of me, his cock hard and pressing into me. Charles had the biggest smile on his face. "It's time." He said sinking into me slowly. *************** Five years later Charles and I were in the middle of a meeting when he suddenly looked at me oddly. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he just looked at me with total horror in his eyes and collapsed. By the time we arrived at the hospital the doctors told me that he had suffered a massive stroke and there was no hope whatsoever for his survival. Peyton and I sat in the hospital room for two days while Charles, on a ventilator, with his vacant eyes opening staring at us. "He would never want to live like this." Peyton said. "I know." I cried. "I just can't let him go, not just yet." Later that afternoon Renaldo came into the room. He immediately took me in his arms and held me in a bear hug. "I am here." He whispered wiping the tears from his eyes. Gone was the Italian accent replaced with a distinctive New York, almost Brooklyn flair. "The doctors run an EEG every hour. There is still some minimal brain activity which means he's still alive...my poor Charles..." I burst out crying again. "I don't know what I'm going to do without him..." *********************************************** I AM CHARLES. Before I close my eyes for the last time let me look at my beautiful Michael. If only I could tell him, if only the last words out of my mouth could be...I love you sweet one. I AM CHARLES! *********************************************** Over 1000 people attended Charles' funeral. We laid him to rest right next to Cecil, I'm sure the two of them are in heaven fucking their brains out. I was inconsolable for the first month. Peyton seemed to keep everything inside. His attachment to Charles went back 42 years. Charles was the first person to ever fully accept him even with all of his idiosyncrasies. The first night in the hospital Peyton stood by the door just staring at Charles. I walked over to him and tried to hug him but his body was stiff and unrelenting. "What will we do without him?" He asked, his voice was tinged with fear. "He'll expect you to take care of me." I said to try and sooth him. "I know Sir." "And I will take care of you..." "Thank you Sir." Did Peyton cry? I'm sure he did, but he would never have let me see it. Renaldo, or Renny, as I called him, stayed with me every night after Charles passed. He was my savior. He knew when to let me cry and when to tell me a joke to make me laugh. He held me at night when I felt so alone that I wanted to die. Most of all he made strong enough to go on. The will was read a week after the funeral. Charles left the bulk of his estate to me. In addition he left $30 million dollars, one million for every year of service Peyton was with him. When I asked Peyton what he was going to do with all the money he told me very dryly, put it in the bank. Peyton had no intention of leaving my side. Like Cecil had when he passed, Charles left me a personal letter. It took me another week before I could read it. Inside the envelope were a solid gold wedding band and the letter. My dearest Michael, I am gone now, and I have to say that it is very lonely here without you. I have no words of wisdom for you or no confessions I need to make...wait that isn't correct, I do have a confession I need to make. Michael I love you. I loved you the first moment I saw you. I should have learned from Cecil not to hide my feelings, but I didn't and because of it I never told you how I really felt. I knew every time you wanted to tell me you loved me and I wouldn't let you, for that I am sorry. But do know this, I know how you felt and it brought joy to my heart every day I was with you. Michael, I beg you to please find love with someone and when you do shout it from the tree tops. Tell him every day that you love him and never regret saying those words. I know that you will always love me so please don't let that stop you from finding love with someone else. When Mary died I wanted to ask you to marry me. I even bought you a ring. I know that marriage between two men isn't legal, but after all what is marriage? It's nothing more than a commitment between two people. But like everything in my life I was too chicken to ask you -- maybe I feared that you would say no. I have enclosed that ring as a reminder that I did make a commitment to you. Love again Michael, that's my only order I will ever give you.... ****************** 2012 I sat back in my seat starring at the reports my team had prepared for the acquisition or hostile takeover as I preferred to think of it, we were in the middle of. There was a weakness in the company only my team and I just couldn't find it. "...Michael we need to make a decision." Jake, my current M&A attorney said. He was sitting at his desk in Washington with his image being displayed on the large plasma screen in my New York office. I just looked at him blankly. Counting to ten, my feeble attempt to keep the anger that had built up inside of in check, was failing me miserably. "What kind of decision would you like me to make? Maybe I can decide that this report is a piece of shit and the facts aren't checked properly and I'd look like a fool if we even tried to go to the next step...or maybe I can decide to FIRE YOUR ASS because I'm tired of getting this type of crap from you." It finally became clear to me to opt for the second option and within the next hour not only was Jake fired but I cleaned out the entire M&A department in the Washington office as well. It came as no surprise to anyone. We had lost the last two acquisitions we had set out to get and they had already been forewarned that if things didn't change I would make changes in all of their lives. Cecil & Company wasn't suffering from the loss of business. It was still a multi-billion dollar company that held one of the highest ratings for a personally owned entity. As for me personally, any professional in the psychiatric world would tell me I was turning away from the realities of life by immersing myself in the business, especially since it was something that Charles and I shared so closely together and that I was trying to prove to him I could keep the company successful. My analysis of the situation was that without Charles I had nothing left except for the company. I normally split my time equally between the Washington and New York offices but for the past month I had been working on potentially the biggest corporate taken over we had ever considered which pretty much kept me in Washington. I had come to New York the day before to handle some other corporate business that had been set on the back burner for too many weeks. The fact that I had just fired everyone from our M&A department and couldn't take the next step because we were missing a key player, a top notch Mergers & Acquisitions attorney made me realize that I was going to be in New York for longer than I had expected. HR from both locations was working round the clock to find suitable candidates to interview which were being set up in New York over the next few days. In the meantime I decided to take the day off, spend a couple of hours with Renny getting pampered and then go and enjoy some much needed attention at the brownstone. By mid-afternoon I had my Renny treatment, he joined me for a relaxing lunch and had taken a steam, it was now time to destress with a nice submissive taking care of my other needs. Entering the lounge I saw Bud Fisher, a long standing member, friend and Managing Partner of the one of the largest law firms in New York. I walked over to him, interrupting his private moment of reading a newspaper while a submissive knelt between legs sucking his cock. Bud put down the newspaper, but let the young submissive at his feet continue the blow job. "Still drinking those fucking dirty martinis?" I asked. "Yes and please don't lecture me. My wife is on me enough." We both had a good laugh while I called over a server to get a martini for Bud and a club soda with lime for me. "How are things Bud? It's been a while since we've spoken." "I'm great, the firm is great, and a little birdie has also told me you are looking for a new M&A attorney but you haven't called me yet." My eyes drifted around the room. There was a part of me that didn't feel like talking about business. I wanted to find a submissive that would make my cock hard and take me away for a few hours. But there was also the part of me that knew Bud Fisher was secreting a candidate away from me. "I have someone that might interest you." "Oh?" It was about time he offered up his candidate but I knew I had to play things cool. The drinks arrived and I excused myself for a moment while I whispered to the server what I was looking for. As Head Master of the brownstone, I got whatever I wanted -- whenever I wanted it. "First you have to promise me that you won't try to steal him away from us. He's too valuable an asset to our company." I leaned into Bud and smiled, "First of all Bud, I didn't come here to talk about business today...and secondly, why even mention him to me if don't want to lose him? Because you know I never make promises I can't keep. If I want this guy I will have him - with or without your blessing." "You know you're a bastard, don't you?" "Yes and damn fucking proud of it." I said laughing. Charles had taught me well. Our conversation was briefly interrupted when a trainer approached us with a submissive in tow. He was shockingly good looking, with an athletic build and a thick hard cock with a lovely patch of red pubic hair - just how I liked my men. "I hope that Brian will please you this afternoon Sir." The Trainer said. "He just had his unveiling last Saturday and hasn't been touched since then. We had planned to put him on the floor this weekend, but of course if he pleases you we will reserve him for your use exclusively." "How much ass work as he had?" I asked. "Master Hughes was high bid for his virginity. He took him in public one time and that was all." "Very good. Thank you very much" The trainer nodded his head and the young submissive dropped to his knees and waited for instructions. I just let him sit there while I continued my conversation with Bud. "Okay so you've peak my interest, you've got five minutes to tell me about this 'someone' you have." "As you know our firm only recruits only the best candidates from Harvard. Well a couple years back we recruited this kid, and I do mean kid, 21 years old. He graduated summa and passed the bar three months later on the first try and with the highest score in his group...." While Bud droned on about 'the kid' I already knew about, I opened the towel wrap I had been wearing and motioned for Brian to start sucking on my cock. Brian was trying to please me, but his eagerness wasn't exciting to me, I wanted something more. Reaching out I touched Brian's face gently, running my finger down his face, an act of affection a Master rarely displayed. "Go slowly" I whispered, "We have plenty of time. Show me you want this as much as I do." Turning back to Bud, I apologized for the interruption and asked him to continue again. "Where was I...oh yeah...about six months after he joined the firm he was drafted to M&A for a big project we had in the hopper. The kid took to the project like a fish to water, he's a fucking natural. Come to find out that not only did he get his undergraduate degree in polysci but he also got a degree in accounting and finance. While he was school he scored his CMA and CFA designations. Plus on a whim he took the CPA exam, even though he didn't qualify and passed all four parts in one sitting. He's got this eidetic thingy going on -- never forgets anything. "During the past year he has brought in over 10 million in billable fees, more than any associate has ever done in the history of our firm. Over lunch one day he told me confidentially that he planned on being made partner within two years. Partner before 30, that's unheard but do you want to know the weird part -- I actually believe he's going to do it." My cock was now fully erect, Brian had taken his words to heart and had stopped trying to make me cum and was now just enjoying licking and sucking on me. Bud couldn't take his eyes off of my cock and the submissive that was sucking me. It still amazed people like Bud, who had seen my cock before could still find it fascinating to stare at it. "There's something else about this kid you'll find interesting. His cock, it's your missing twin. Now I bet you are wondering how I know this. Well you know how I love to watch men relieve themselves. Well I was in the can late one evening a few weeks ago and in walks Scott to take a piss. He takes his cock out and pisses, a nice thick long golden stream and when he was done, thinking there was no one around, he starts stroking it till he gets hard. Believe it or not, I thought of you when I saw it erect, I didn't know there could be two such perfect cocks like that in this world. He leaned one hand on the wall and stroked his cock with the other, I guess he didn't want to take any chances of getting caught because with two minutes he turned to the urinal and shot a huge load. When he was done he put it back in pants, washed his hands and left." "So you think I should meet this kid for the job or for his cock?" Knowing I had already set the wheels in motion to meet him. "He's married Michael." "And so are you Bud." I said smiling. I turned my attention away from Bud back to Brian. I wanted to cum. I just had to decide how and where.... Hours later, in a bed in one of the guest suites, I took out my iPad and reread the report I had received two days earlier on Scott Philips. He didn't have a Facebook page, something that impressed me -- I didn't care for people that put their lives out on the internet -- it showed a lack of respect for privacy. The only picture they could find of him was the company headshot and that didn't tell me anything about this kid. The report told me pretty much everything that Bud had said earlier in the afternoon. Putting the iPad down I turned my attention to Brian, who was lying next to me in bed waiting patiently for me to return my attentions to him. "I'm going to fuck you now Brian, and although it might hurt at first, you will come to love the feel of my cock in your ass." "Yes Sir. I'm sure I will." ************************** Bud's words describing Scott's cock echoed in my head. I was beginning to wonder if this sudden interest in him was because I needed to find a new attorney or something else. Loneliness shrouded every part of my being lately. The crutch of using work to take the pain away wasn't effective anymore and my heart was telling me that I needed something else. I turned my thoughts back to Cecil & Company again. It was up to me to find a successor. For three generations Cecil & Company was controlled by the strongest, smartest, and most desirable men at its helm. Cecil had taken Charles when he was 21 years old. Charles, in turn, had found me when I was 19. Both Cecil and Charles were in their 40's when they found their partners.Charles succeeded Cecil and I succeeded Charles. It was now up to me to find the next successor. The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 05 All three of us were men who preferred the company of other men, lived by the strict code that business always came first and sex a strong second. Cecil was a Master through and through. He led a regimented life of work, Mastering and family. Charles and I were lovers who enjoyed a private exclusive life with each other but also enjoyed taking control and being Masters. I had been with Charles since I nineteen and I wasn't sure I knew how to be with anyone else. Sucking and fucking another man was one thing but being with someone was totally different. I now understood so completely why Charles had come looking for me. It was a spiritual need that needed to be fulfilled. I needed to find the ying to my yang. The next call went to my assistant, Ms. Wilson, telling her to clear my schedule until further notice and to let her know that they'd be staying in New York for a least the next week or two. Ms. Wilson knew better than to protest, since Charles had passed away I was prone to fits of anger and she had learned to go along with whatever I wanted. At 10am I walked into Fisher, Callahan and Dorsey, Bud Fisher's law firm, unannounced and insisted on being escorted to Bud's office. Bud was already half-way to the lobby by the time they had called up to his office. "So I'm here, take me to the kid." I said with a resigned look on my face. "You just can't walk in here like this..." "Cut the crap Bud, just take me to him." Associates were relegated to the lower floors. They all had 10X10 offices with a desk, chair, computer and file cabinet. Desk after desk lay pristinely neat and tidy, with relatively no paperwork lying about. Until we got to Scott's office. Bud literally had to grab a guest chair from a meeting room for me to sit on. Scott was on the phone speaking rapidly in Chinese, yelling at certain times, quietly listening at others. Stacks of paper rested on every surface of the small office and Scott's desk looked like an explosion had gone off. He saw Bud and motioned for him to come in, when Bud stepped to the side and I walked in Scott simply nodded and held up a long tapered finger indicating he'd be another minute or so. "Thank you Bud, I'll take it from here." I said, "I'm sure I'll see you later." "Michael, behave yourself..." Were his parting words as he turned heel and walked away. Leaning back in the chair I took the minute or so I had to assess Scott. He was definitely better looking in person than in the pictures although he needed a good hair cut, most likely a new razorblade in his shaver but most of all he needed new clothes. I was abhorred by the way this kid was dressed. From head to toe he was a mess. Shoes that weren't shined and badly scuffed, pants that looked like they were from his high school days, his not-so-white white shirt was home ironed with enough missed spots to make him look completely unkempt. The worst offense, however, were the rolled up sleeves and the loosened tie. If this kid was coming to work for Cecil & Company I knew I would have to invest in a complete make-over for him. Finally hanging up the phone Scott turned to me and extended his hand to him, "Scott Philips" he said. His hand lingered a second longer than it should have and I found myself staring deep into his eyes for that uncomfortable moment. "Michael Layton" I said retrieving my hand back from his. Hearing my name sparked a shocked recognition in his eyes, but couldn't fathom why I was sitting in his office. "N...nice to meet you sir," was about all he could reply. "I heard you speaking Chinese on the phone, would it be too nosey of me to ask why?" "I was speaking to a contact I have in China. I'm working on an acquisition for a technical manufacturing company." Scott seemed to lean forward towards me allowing his hands to flail about to add dramatic flair to his words while he spoke. "When a client asks me to look into a company of course the first thing I do is look at financials. The financials, tax returns, audits and inventory were all in A-1 condition for this client, except for one little thing. There was a higher than normal percentage of returns and defective inventory." "So what did you do?" I couldn't seem to be able to take my eyes off of him. His body exuded this quiet sexuality that was making my dick hum to a tune it hadn't sang in close to a year. "The merchandise is assembled here in American, but the parts come from China, so I've spoken to every factory that manufactures the parts. I found the problem too. It seems that since the last earthquake the equipment won't hold calibration properly. Since this is the only factory in China that makes this one component they don't appear to care. The owner of the factory was planning on closing it down next year anyway, tired of all the labor issues and such" "So what now?" "Now I have my sources in Thailand searching to see if there is a factory there that can kick out the part, if there is I will recommend to my client to low ball the acquisition price. Not too many people know about the Thai factories, it's always been my ace in the hole. If it can't be gotten in Thailand, I will advise them to walk. It wouldn't be worth it. The downtime until they find a factory that can re-tool this component would put them in irreversible red." I was impressed. This kid sure knew how to do his homework and didn't leave anything to chance. He might be exactly what this project needed to get it back on track. "I really hate to cut this meeting short, but I've got a meeting with the client to review my findings so far." "I'm sure it would be totally inappropriate if I sat in on the meeting." I said laughing but hoping. He politely dismissed by idea. We stood and walked together out of his office. Again, I was taken back that Scott was about to meet with a client and didn't bother to put on a suit jacket or roll down his sleeve and button his cuffs or fix his tie. "I don't know if Bud told you, but I'm looking for a new M&A attorney for a project I'm working on. Bud speaks very highly of you. I can see why. I'd like to meet with you again Scott. Would you please call me so we can set up a time?" I handed my personal card that only had my name and cell phone number on it. "That's my cell number, you won't need to call my office and put up with office bureaucracy to get through to me." We shook hands again and I left. I couldn't stop thinking about Scott. There was something about him that was calling me to him. Unfortunately the reality was that I had to let my brain make any decisions with regards to him and not my cock. My mind drifted to the brownstone and the men there. There was an unwritten code that these men lived by and that was to live our life honestly and with as much integrity as business allowed. But times had changed and I was disturbed that because of it I was being forced into what might be a duplicitous beginning with Scott. In 1963 Cecil took Charles to be his on Charles' merit alone, as Charles had practically done with me. Things like communicable disease and back ground profiles weren't a part of the world they lived in. The day Charles got the phone call from Tom about me, although our lifestyle was more open, Charles's instinct told him that I was okay. He had done a cursory background report on me that covered the basics of birth, school and if there was any criminal activity. It all boiled down to the fact that both men trusted their partners, something that I unfortunately didn't have the luxury of doing. The internet and social media put everyone's life in a fishbowl. Words like respect and trust had been replaced by pre-nups, contracts and lawsuits. I didn't feel I had any choice but to insure that Scott was exactly who I thought he was. Stan Levin was the private detective they used at the brownstone. Every person, members, submissives and employees were subject to an in depth background check. If an applicant didn't pay a $5 parking fine we knew about it. I hated that I had to make the phone call, but before I even considered anything with Scott I needed to know everything about him. I had called Stan the evening before to run a complete background check on Scott. Unlike the one I had my office run Stan did things and went into places the computer didn't all cover. Stan called me at 11pm that night with the results of his investigation. Still up we met at the brownstone bar where I flipped through the background and concentrated on the personal information that Stan had gathered listening to him talk while I flipped through the pictures on my iPad. "He and his wife live in apartment he purchased while still in college. Their place has a neat, unlived in look. They appear to lead very separate lives. She definitely lives in the master bedroom. The closest and bathroom only have her stuff in them. His things are relegated to two bedrooms on the opposite side of the apartment. He uses one room as an office and I suspect he sleeps in the other -- it certainly has that 'slept-in' look. Shit man, It even looks like they keep their food separated in the kitchen. I'm willing to guarantee you these two lead very separate lives. "Now for the tech stuff, first the cell phone. He doesn't make very many calls on it. There are no pictures. No text messages. He has his business email loaded on it, but nothing personal. He calls his wife once a day, usually around 7pm, they talk for about three or four minutes and that's it. He has two laptops, one I couldn't access, it is company issued and painfully locked. But the personal one I was able to get into. I didn't even have to use a password-cracker I just typed in HARVARDLAW and got right in. I hit the payload there - lots of porn." I leaned closer to him, suddenly interested in the conversation. "Surprise, surprise," Stan proclaimed, "The kid likes to look at men-on-men porn. He seems to be fixated on it. Loves to look at two things, one is men with big cocks and the second is guys sucking off other guys. Hell, there was so much porn I got a boner looking through some of that shit. "Anyway not only does he like the videos but he subscribes to a couple of pay sites where he watches guys jack off. He's slick too, uses a prepaid credit card so it can't be traced. His laptop was older and didn't have a built in camera. I also didn't find a camera anyplace in the apartment, so I suspect it's all one way. One of the weirdest things was that normally guys like this like to take pictures of their cocks, but there wasn't anything like that on his computer. He doesn't even email with anyone. He's got one Gmail account that he rarely uses. Of course there were definite signs that he jacks off, but I'll spare you those details. "Michael, I couldn't find any evidence that he ever had any face-to-face meetings with anyone. I went through everything in the apartment, every bag, every pocket and couldn't find one condom, lubricant, toys or poppers in any of his stuff or hers. "The weirdest part of everything is the kid is fucking rich. His father left him a small fortune that he had never touched and is just growing daily. The apartment is paid for. He also owns a car and there is a storage facility that has some pretty pricy art work in it. None of it means anything to the kid. He buys his clothes off the rack and washes and irons them himself. They don't even have a domestic help. It's just odd." Stan stood to leave, but stopped and turned back to Michael "One last thing, I know you didn't ask for this, but I 'ran into' him today outside of his office, good looking kid by the way. My watch 'accidentally' cut his forearm. I palmed a blood collection nodule in my handkerchief and sent it to the lab. I know you didn't ask me to do this, but I know the rules at the brownstone and wanted to cover the bases for you. I'll send over the results as soon as I get them." Now all I had to do was wait for Scott to call me.