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The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 01

By: jayjayk



(Authors Note: This is the 9th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03,04,05.

When I started writing the brownstone Scott was the first character I developed, as I wrote more I realized I needed to give Michael a back story...then Charles...then Cecil. As always I hope you are enjoying the story.) 

Scott - The Beginning

I'm a married man that constantly dreams of wrapping my lips around a nice hard dick and sucking on it until a nice sweet load oozes down my throat...

Sometimes my mind wonders...well to be honest it wonders a lot...

It's probably all that manly testosterone, or so I've heard, flowing through my veins telling me that at the ripe old age of 26 I should be fucking my brains out night and day - unfortunately the sad reality is that I'm not.

I've been married for almost three years and the closest I've come to having sex was on my wedding night. I say close because although I did make it as far as my wife's pussy I never got past the front door, so to speak.

So how did this happen to me? On the surface it appears that I had everything going for me. I took the fast track on my education and graduated from Harvard with dual degrees in Business and Law by the age of 21. I even got hired fresh out of school by one of the most prestige law firms in New York City.

But maybe it's best to go back even farther to the beginning....

I was one of those silver spoon babies that grew up in one of the most prestigious areas of Pound Ridge New York. My father, and he was called father, not dad, daddy or papa, was an Executive Vice President for a large oil company. His life was dedicated to his work and I always felt that my mother and I were merely bit players in his world.

My mother was the stereotypically prom queen that graduated college and went to work for the same company as father. She was newly out of the office clerical pool when she had the good fortune to be elevated to the position of administrative assistant to my father's administrative assistant. All it took was for her to wear a low cut blouse and one late night of them working together for him to finally realize that he was over fifty years old and his biological alarm clock was ringing off the hook. Since she was the lucky one to be there, unmarried and answered the call - she became the one.

He might not have given her the romance a twenty one year old dreams about, what he did give her was a perfect life with of an unlimited bank account and a large stately home to run. For father it was everything he wanted it to be - a home far enough away from New York City that allowed him the freedom to do his job without marital interruptions.

During the week he maintained a residence on Park Avenue but every Friday, like clockwork, his trusted chauffeur Lionel would return him to us for two full days. My mother and I would always wait for him in the grand foyer where he would make his majestic entrance precisely at 6:00pm. There was always a gentle kiss on mother's cheek and a pat for me on the head before he would lock himself in his study to work two more hours before dinner was served at 8pm. Of course he worked most of the day on Saturdays but come evening time he was all ours and would sit with us in the family room until he gave mother a little 'nod' at which time I was shuffled off to bed so he could honor his husbandly duties to his wife. When he was done he would leave her bed and return to his study.

Sundays were always our time together. My father was religious man and without fail every Sunday we would go to early mass than out to breakfast together. Mother never attended church with us, something I never questioned because it was always my special time with father. At six pm every Sunday Lionel appeared at the doorway, mother and I again stood in the grand foyer where he kissed her on the cheek and patted me on the head and we watched him leave us again. 

That all changed when I was 10 years old and mother got a phone call that he had died at his desk. He was sixty-three years old. It was only after his shocking and sudden death that my mother felt it was important for me to know everything about my life. Very carefully she explained to me that as much as she wanted to have a child with my father he wasn't able give her one. Wanting to make my mother happy he did the next best thing - he went to the Catholic Church and made arrangements to adopt a baby.

I didn't find my mother's revelation shocking.

My father was of Austrian decent, with thinning blond hair and brown eyes. He was a cold man who rarely smiled, hugged or kissed me. Mother came from a working class Irish American family and learned very quickly to enjoy the lifestyle father provided for her. She was a beautiful petite Irish woman with creamy white skin, long red hair and piercing green eyes. My appearance of a full thick head of dark hair and pale blue eyes, even at age ten, didn't come anywhere close to matching that of either parent. Mother took special pains after telling me I was adopted to reassure me that she loved me like I came from her and nothing could ever change that.

Quite naturally that was another one of her many lies and everything changed drastically six months later when she met Martin Andros and, like she did with father, married him a month later. He was five years younger than she was and never acknowledged that I even existed. His Greek heritage dictated that his house be filled with children, the caveat to that was he only wanted the children to be of his flesh and blood, another man's child, especially one that was adopted was an unacceptable commodity. That meant I was pushed to the side and over the next few years my mother gave to birth to two sons, a set of twins and a daughter.

The day mother gave birth to Martin's namesake he made the decision that I was to be sent away to boarding school. It went without saying that my dear sweet mother never stood up for me. She was so captivated by Martin and having his children she no longer had time for me in her life.

I was eleven years old when their chauffeur dropped me off at my new home outside of Boston. I made the trip to school alone as mother decided to stay home with the baby and Martin. Maybe some of my father's personality had rubbed off on me because for some reason I didn't seem to care what was being done to me.

I gave up any expectation of having a loving family that Thanksgiving when the Headmasters office informed me that a family emergency in Greece had taken Martin, my mother and of course the new baby out of the country for the next three to four months. As sad as this was to the Headmaster it was something he had experienced before. Over the years he had seen many children dumped by rich parents that put their personal lives over their children's. He always made sure that we had proper counseling and comforting facilities to make school life tolerable.

From the onset I became a problem for the school and it wasn't a behavioral issue either. My school was the highest ranked educational facility in the United States. Most every student that graduated went on to the best Ivy League schools. The curriculum they presented was supposed to be the best and hardest of its kind. To me, however, it was boring and didn't keep me challenged. The school psychologist finally determined I was graced with eidetic memory and was absorbing everything that crossed my path at an alarming rate. After exhausting all of their options they decided that to hold me back would do more harm than good and I was allowed to work at a pace that suited me. Two years later, at age thirteen, I graduated from one school and in the fall I started at another school called Harvard.

Harvard was the answer to all my prayers. Instead of being treated like a freak because of my age I was respected and held in high regard. Harvard afforded me the same options as I had come used to at my other school allowing me to work at my own pace. Over the next 48 months I earned dual undergraduate degrees in political science and business. I decided in my junior year that I wanted to study law so the summer before my senior year I took my LSAT's, scoring an outstanding 179, which in turn guaranteed me a coveted spot at the Harvard School of the Law the following fall.

My home life was non-existent. I hadn't visited the house in Pound Ridge since I was 13 and my mother had ceased all communication with me shortly afterwards. Financial matters were conducted through a financial manager my father had hired to take care of my mother and me until I came of legal age. At age 16, tired of being the bastard step child, I opted to cut ties from them and filed to be an emancipated minor. When neither my mother nor my stepfather contested the request the courts decided in my favor for emancipation. The judge presiding over the case was so incensed with my mother and after ruling in my favor told her that she was a poor excuse for a human being. The bitch just sat there and didn't even blink an eye.

A week later I had a visit from my late father's estate attorney for the long delayed reading of his will. I was only ten when he died and didn't realize that this had never been done. My father was very clear, if I was still a minor when he passed, the will would be sealed until I was of legal age. During that period of time my mother and I would be well provided for but if she made any attempts to break the will she would be permanently cut off from any allowances and only I would be provided for. My father was smarter than I ever gave him credit for and knew that my mother wouldn't stay the merry widow for very long and added a codicil that if she remarried she forfeited any claim to his estate. To add more salt to the wound he added that the portion of her estate, once forfeited, was to go directly to the Catholic Church -- something he knew would really piss her off.

Other than that one codicil his entire estate went to me. The moment I found out I was the primary owner of the house in Pound Ridge, the one the Andros's were living in, I made my first emancipated decision and had them evicted. I let my lawyer fight it out with their lawyer over the contents of the house, both of which made more money than the contents were worth. When they were finally gone I paid homage to my father by donating the house, and a sizable yearly stipend for maintenance, to the Catholic Church as a home for abandoned and troubled children and youth.

A few weeks later I received a letter from Fisher, Callahan and Dorsey, the legal firm that represented my father, inviting me to clerk for them before law school started. They were one of the largest firms in New York City. Mr. Bud Fisher, one of the founding partners, was to act as my mentor. He told me that their firm only hired the best of the best which meant every attorney that worked at the firm graduated from Harvard Law. "Do a good job this summer," he told me, "and one day your name will be on the door."

I fell in love with the law and with New York City that summer. I stayed at my father's condo on Park Avenue but decided when it was time to return to Harvard that it was time to do away with the old and start fresh. The condo sold in a record breaking 12 hours on the market. From the minute it was listed a bidding war erupted earning a record breaking price for a property sold on that street. In kind turn, I had the real estate agent find me a place more suited to my style, on the upper west side that I could use for weekend getaways and eventually grow into once I graduated school. 

Law school became the solid ground beneath my feet while my personal life tested every fiber of my being. One day I was a boy in a boy's body with a boy's mind, the next day my voice was deeper, I was suddenly 6'4, and my lovely little dinky penis that only had one task in life was suddenly a monster that demanded to be milked every few hours.

I had seen other men's cocks before, after all I had only been around men all my life, but none of their cocks were like mine. Even my doctor couldn't explain why at 16 years old my cock was as big as it was. As far as my insatiable need to masturbate every few hours, the only comfort he was able to give me was that once a boy takes the turn to manhood and finds that wonderment of masturbation it sometimes can consume their soul. The correlation he drew was if you were given a new toy, you wanted to play with the toy day and night, but eventually you'll find that you don't need to play with it all the time to still enjoy the fact the it's your toy. It took most of my law school days to finally learned how to control the urges that seemed to happen.

Coincidentally it occurred at the same time I met Tina. Or maybe meeting Tina caused me to control my urges, either way, I had my cock under control and that's all that was import.

Tina came into my life the summer after I graduated law school. As Bud had promised I was hired at FC&D and she was a CPA contracted by them to perform a forensic audit of one of their clients. For weeks we were locked away in a small office going through massive quantities of documents looking for anything that would make us superstars. Our days were spent working and talking about things as trivial as what we watched on television the previous evening to the merits of recent Supreme Court decisions. At thirty-three she was quite a bit older than I was, but for some reason it didn't seem to matter.

I realized that with all that I had been through in my life trust didn't come easily to me. Somehow Tina was able to break through that wall and became the friend I had always yearned for. Looking back on it I imagine that somewhere along the way I confused that friendship for love and after a lengthy courtship I ask her to marry me.

I knew going into the marriage that Tina had issues when it came to sex. Five years earlier she had been attacked and sexually abused one night while walking home from work. I wanted to believe that maybe with the right person and the fact that we, supposedly, loved each other and time I could change those feeling within her and one day she would be able to have a normal sex drive.

Unfortunately this wasn't to be the circumstance the night of our marriage. The ceremony was a piece of cake compared to being alone in bed with her hours later. I held onto that pie in the sky aspiration that everything would work itself out but the reality was that not only was I still emotionally immature I was far too sexually naïve to handle a woman as complicated as Tina. I honestly believed that my professing my love for Tina through the vows of marriage would crack through her tough exterior, but in the end it didn't.

Standing by the bed, kissing my lovely bride on our wedding I tried to explain to her that I was a little bigger than most men. I asked her as gently as I could if she wanted to touch me first but she emphatically said no and tried to rush me to get on with it. Her body shook uncontrollable as I laid her on the bed and raised her nightgown, which she refused to take off and touched her for the first time. Her body stiffened to my touch and as much as I tried to calm her down she just lay there stiffly wanting me to get it over with. Memories of my father taking my mother upstairs every Saturday to perform his 'husbandly duties' forced me to continue on.

There was nothing that could have prepared me for what came next. I had positioned myself over her and had just put the head of my cock to her pussy, I hadn't even slid into her a quarter of an inch when she let out a blood curdling scream and begged me to stop. I jumped off the bed, as far away from her as I could until she was able to calm herself down. She curled herself into a fetal position and cried uncontrollable for over an hour, while I sat across the room, fearful to be anywhere near her, and waited.

I know that she didn't mean to direct her emotional state to me when she said was the most painful, worst and most disgusting thing she had ever experienced in her life but there was no other person in the room. Since I was the one that caused her the pain I also had to take the blame. The only solution I could come up with to get her calm down was to promise her that I would never do anything like to her again. That I would wait for her to come to me when she was ready. Three years later I've honored that promise and have never touched her again. The one time I tried to sleep in the same bed with her, what used to be my bed, she sat up all night staring at me. The next morning I voluntarily moved to the spare bedroom on the other side of the apartment. The only reason we've stayed married is because it's easier to leave things the way they are than change them.

So just like my father, I have dedicated my life to my work.

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2012

Today Mr. Michael Layton walked into my office. My first impression was holy fuck! Not only was he good looking but damn he's hotter than shit! He had my dormant cock suddenly coming to life and twitching a wild dance the whole time he sat calmly in my office. Bud Fisher popped his head in my office soon after our meeting and told me that Mr. Layton was impressed with me and looked forward to speaking with me again. Before he left my office Bud told me that there were two things I needed to know about Michael Layton before I met with him again. The first one was that, although he was young, Mr. Layton was a business man from the old school and believed that to be taken seriously in business a person had to wear formal business attire and speak proper English. The second thing was to make sure I always did my research and that all my facts were double and triple checked.

"I know Michael very well. He's business through and through, but there are times that he treats business like a big game hunt and everyone is his prey. Right now he doesn't know you, so he doesn't trust you. As hard as this is going to be for you, you are going to have to meet him on his terms until he knows that he can trust you. He wants to see the real you not someone trying to bullshit their way into accepting his trust."

"Don't worry sir, I won't let you down."

I knew why Bud said what he did. There were some people that felt I was too cocky for my own good whereas I always thought of myself as self-assured. I am infrequently wrong and never allow myself to get into a situation where I don't have all my bases covered. I was somewhat worried when Bud told me I would be uncomfortable doing things Mr. Layton's way, I have trust issues as well and to compensate of the lack of trust I've found the need to always be in total control.

I did listen to every word that Bud says but if I was going to sell myself I was going to do it my way. No matter what happened I was going to get this contract for FC&D but I also need to let the Mr. Layton's of the world that they couldn't scare me. If Mr. Michael Layton equates business to a big game hunt and uses the weaker people in the world to advance themselves in their game, or life, and with every fiber of my being I had no intention of being one of those people.

To make my point I decided to call him that evening before I left the office. He answered my call on the first ring with "How are you this evening Scott?" His voice was unusually casual with me and caught me off guard. It took a moment to regroup my thoughts and take back my control and continue the conversation.

"I am well Mr. Layton and you?" I said in an attempt to switch the conversation to a more business tone.

"I'm glad you called. I was thinking about you and realized how important it is that we get to know each other if there is a chance we will be working together. I was wondering if you and your wife would be my guests at dinner tomorrow night." 


The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 01



"I 'm sorry Sir but my wife is out of town this week and not expected back until late next week." I wasn't lying, she was out of town, but I also needed time to let Mr. Layton know that Tina wasn't a part of who I was in fact she had nothing to do with any part of my life.

"That is a shame, but I'm sure there will be another opportunity for us to meet in the near future. I will change the reservation from three to two and send my limo for you at 6pm. Shall that be to your home or the office?" 

I had called him to take the upper hand and within a minute he had taken the lead and had me eating out his hand. Dinner the next evening was no different. Mr. Layton took the ball and ran with it the entire time while I felt like I had been relegated to the bench to watch. Things were pretty much the same over the next two weeks whenever we spent time together. I found him to be an extremely complex man who never budged an inch to see things through my eyes or let me see the real person behind the mask he wore.

Our meetings were normally relegated to his office, but there were the occasion times we would share a lunch or dinner. During the meetings at his office I was expected to report on my findings on whatever subject Michael deemed important at that moment. He loved to test my skills, my ability to multitask and work under pressure and most importantly my devotion to my work. There seemed no end to his incessant demands which I always complied with.

"Tell me about yourself Scott." He said during one meal while coffee and desert were being served. The total turnaround of going from business to personal was all part of Michael's way of trying to keep me off balance.

"There isn't much too say that you probably already don't know about me sir." I had made my point that I knew he had completed extended background checks on me.

"What about your wife? Where does she fit in?" Michael asked. "Will there be kids and the suburbs in the future?"

"Tina and I are very happy with the lives that we each lead. Neither Tina nor I have ever discussed children and I doubt seriously we will. She has her work and I have mine. We are there for each other when we need to be."

"There has to be something outside of the job you enjoy doing?" It was more a statement than a question.

"I do like to run. I normally try to run a couple of times a week when I can fit it into my work schedule. What about you Sir?"

Michael leaned back in his chair smiling. "I think you know that I'm not big on talking about myself, but I'll tell you I've come to the conclusion that there are two types of relaxation, one is physical, like your running and the other is mental, and I've found that twenty or twenty-five minutes in a nice hot steam room mentally relaxes me and works out any issues I might have. If you are ever interested indulging in an authentic steam please let me know and I will make arrangements for you to visit my club where they have the best steam room in New York."

"I would enjoy that sometime sir, but right now I have to get back to work. I have this new client that is putting these unusually large demands on my time." I said in the lightest amount of sarcasm I could muster. 

I hated when someone asked me what I did to relax like Michael had the day before. Not only was it an invasion of privacy but it exemplified just how small my world really was. I had told Michael that I liked to run. It seemed to be the safest and truest answer I could give. I did like to run. I liked that when I ran I had to clear my mind of everything and concentrate only on putting one foot in front of another. The real 'hobby' I did enjoy that I couldn't tell Michael about and that I did every Friday evening without fail, was milking my cock.

It started almost a year ago when Tina began volunteering at a woman's shelter on Friday evenings. Knowing that I would have the apartment all to myself until at least midnight I cut out of work at an unheard of 5:30pm and rushed home. In the beginning I would come home and just walk around the place naked masturbating in any room I wanted to and truth be told I loved to go into the master bedroom and get on what used to be my bed and make myself cum as many times as I could. 

As time went on I refined my evenings to make each Friday evening as special as I could. Sometimes it would be eating a nice delivered dinner while naked and stroking my cock, other times it was taking my laptop into a different room, other than my self-appointed cell I lived in, and watching a hot video. Lately, however, I seemed to enjoy plugging my laptop into my 55" plasma and watching live cams where I could tell the person or people on the other end exactly what I wanted them to do. When I first starting watching videos I watched man-on-woman videos but eventually I drifted to my passion, man-on-man sucking cocks. I wouldn't say I was addicted to that type of genre, but I always had my best orgasms watching a man shoot his load into another man's mouth. The same held true for live cams, watching a woman masturbate, or a man and woman making love on the live cam was okay and I normally reached orgasm, but when I was watching a man stoke his cock and cum I found my orgasms came from a deeper place and I always felt more content. The first time I told a man to suck another man on live cam I had a series of orgasms over an hour that left my balls drained and my body completely satisfied. 

This week I was trying something new. Since pleasuring my cock had become a passion of mine I spent many hours researching new ways to achieve the ultimate self-orgasm. A few weeks back I had come across an article about orgasm control, more commonly known as edging. It seemed such a simple thing to take my cocks to the 'edge' of an orgasm then stop, repeatedly. I decided to take it to another level, to see how far I could push myself and stopped masturbating to orgasm Monday morning. Every morning before I got out of bed, sometimes during the afternoon when I could steal a minute away from my desk and every night before going to sleep I stroked my cock almost to the point of cumming, then stopped.

Now, five days later, my balls were the fullest they had ever been and I was to the point that I was afraid to touch my cock for fear I would shoot my load without provocation. Being around Michael all week didn't help my plight either, for the first time ever I found myself overtly attracted to another man and constantly fantasized about sucking his cock and swallowing multiple loads of what I imagined to be his sweet cum. This was a totally new experience for me since I had always considered myself a heterosexual. To be more specific, a heterosexual that enjoyed looking at man-on-man porn and had sucked cock twice and enjoyed it.

I knew going slowly was going to be the key to my Friday night date. I didn't want to rush and spoil the main event of my evening too quickly. I got home and walked around the apartment fully clothed for a few minutes. My cock was trying to control me and I had to let it know that I was going to be the boss. Finally, when I was calmed down enough I stripped off my clothes and unleashed the beast. Instead of the hot shower I took a cool one, to get myself back in check again. I could have never imagined that the torture I was putting my cock through could be so satisfying.

It was almost 10pm by the time I finished eating dinner, Chinese food from my favorite restaurant, and grabbed my laptop to plug it into my big screen. I had an arranged cam date with one of my favorite internet couples -- two men with oversize cocks that loved to suck each other off. I paid them handsomely on a regular basis to put a one-way show on for me. This week I had offered double their normal rate of $150 for an hour session if they would refrain from cumming for at least three days before our date. I wanted to see lots of cum. I was bending over to plug in my laptop when my cell phone rang a half ring then announced that Michael was calling. A part of me wanted to ignore the call, it was my time now, but Bud Fisher's face flashed before me telling me that until the contract was signed I would be constantly tested. I dropped the cables from my laptop and picked up the phone pushing the connect button.

"Am I disturbing you?" he asked without saying hello. His voice was different then the authoritative tone I was used to. It was softer and seemed unsure.

"No, I was just relaxing." I said, not volunteering too much information.

"I'm sorry I called, I just needed someone to talk to. I'll let you go."

"No." I said suddenly, "Don't hang up. I'm here if you need to talk." I couldn't believe those words had just come from my mouth. Googling for a file I call my brain I ran over the past few weeks searching for any connection between Michael and I that might have crossed the line from business to friendship. There was a long pause before he spoke.

"A year ago today my best friend died..." he said his voice drifting off.

"I'm sorry Michael it must be very difficult for you." I sunk down in the chair. My hard on was gone and the excitement of watching my two men sucking each other off left me. The only thing I wanted to think about was trying to be there for Michael.

"It is..." He said sighing loudly. "I don't normally drink, but Charles loved his single malt scotch so I decided to toast him tonight...and for some reason I keep doing it over and over again." Again his voice drifted off. All I could say was that I was sorry. "I was wondering...if you aren't too busy...if you would come have a drink with me. I know you didn't know Charles, but maybe you can help me toast him." He seemed so desperate, so alone there was no way I could say no to him.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Downstairs."

"Downstairs where?"

"Your place" I got up and walked over to the window. Pulling the shade to the side I saw his limousine double parked in front of my building. I didn't even have to ask how he knew where I lived, that was a given, people like Michael knew everything about anyone they did business with.

"Give me few minutes and I'll be down."

"Thank you Scott...I really do appreciate it."

Bud's words about always dressing properly around Michael went out the window when I threw on my Harvard fleece and long sleeve T. As an afterthought I grabbed a jacket along with my wallet and keys. Six minutes later I was tapping on the windows limo.

Michael stepped out of the limo. The stench of scotch hit me before he even got out of the car. He was drunk, actually he was beyond that he was stinking drunk, swaying from side to side and when the fresh night air hit his face I thought he was going to keel over and toss everything. He was dressed casually, a side of him I had never seen before, in jeans and a crew neck sweater. 

"Thank you" he said putting his hand on my shoulder, whether to steady himself or as a sign of friendship I didn't know or care. "You are a good person Scott Phillips...." His words were slurred as he tried to maintain some modicum of decorum. He downed the balance of the glass he held in his hand and tried to turn to get more.

"Um...maybe you've had enough" I said taking the glass from his hand.

"Do you have a car?" He whispered leaning into me. "I don't think I can get back in that limo again."

"I do. It's garaged around the block. I'll go get it, but I think you should wait here and I'll just run and get it." I propped him against the limo, waited a minute to make sure he wasn't going to fall, then ran around the corner to get the car. 

The one thing of my father's I cherished above everything else was his beloved car. In the city he was always toted around in his limo, but in Pound Ridge he had his jet black 1984 Mercedes 380sl convertible. He took so much pride in that car. Every Sunday, before he left us to return to the city, he and I would wash the car and put it back in the garage until the next weekend. Even though he had bought it as a romantic gesture for his young wife, the two-seater came to represented the time we had just for ourselves. 

After he died the car, along with all of the art work and anything he owned prior to meeting my mother was removed from the house and put into storage for me. The twenty-eight year old car had less than 50,000 miles on and ran like it was brand new.

Michael was still leaning on the limo, but the full glass of scotch had returned, arms crossed over his chest, when I turned the corner and parked behind the limo. He gulped the contents of the glass, bade his driver goodnight and allowed me to lead him to the car.

"Nice car." He said running his hand along the body before he sat down in the passenger seat.

"Thanks. It was my father's." The weather was mild and I asked him if he wanted to top up or down. He chose the fresh air option and within a few minutes we were sailing down the FDR towards the Grand Central Parkway.

I was enjoying the drive, it had been awhile since I had been out of the city and as much as I loved living in the big apple, I did appreciate the few times a year I was able to escape and breathe the fresh air of the country. Michael was oddly silent. At first he stared straight ahead but once we hit the FDR Drive he leaned back against the headrest, closed his eyes and let the fresh night air surround him.

Michael closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to when he met a different Philips, Scott's father -- Adam Philips.

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Michael was 24 when he met Adam Philips for the first time. Charles was in the middle of closing a big deal and had been spending more time in New York than he usually did. Michael normally went up on the weekends to be with him, but after a month he decided that he could work on his Master thesis in New York just as well as he could in Washington so he decided to join him at the brownstone for a couple of weeks. 

Michael didn't mind what went on at the brownstone, he just wasn't ready to participate yet. Charles was more than enough for him. He did, however, enjoy watching the men go through their routines, whether it was in the lounge fucking a submissive, the dungeon and all the cruelty that went on or even just in the atrium watching the naked men walking around so comfortable with themselves.

One of his favorite spots was the Atrium dining room, where he could study, eat and watch the men come and go. It was here that Adam first approached his table. "It's not typical to find someone at the brownstone reading such technical books." He commented after reading through the titles of the business books on the table.

"I'm in the process of selecting my thesis topic. I have to submit it to my adviser next month."

"What were you thinking?" Adam asked taking a chair across from Michael without asking.

"I know I want it to be how industry in America has been affected... I just need to figure out which industry." He said laughing.

"What about oil?" Adam said with a serious expression on his face.

It was like a light bulb went off for Michael. Not only was this a brilliant idea but he now realized who the man sitting across from him was.

"You are Adam Phillips" he said like a star struck teenager.

"And you are Michael, Charles property?" Adam stated obliquely.

"I am Michael Layton. Charles and I are together, but I am no ones property." He clarified, he understood why he phrased it the way he did, he just hated that people thought he was Charles kept submissive."

"I stand corrected." He said smiling. It seemed like such a trivial way to start a friendship, but after that day it blossomed. Adam became an essential part of Michael's thesis and Michael himself enjoying a friendship outside of his relationship with Charles.

Michael came to realize that Adam was a complex man. On one hand he loved his Catholic faith more than anything else in his life and on the other he was probably the most successful man in the oil industry and yet Adam Phillips only thought of himself as a failure. He felt he didn't devote himself to his Church the way he should, he hadn't achieved what he wanted to out of business, he couldn't conceive the child his wife had wanted and most importantly his attraction to men was against everything the church stood for.

But he was an intelligent man and somehow rationalized a solution for each dilemma. He went to church daily and took confession at least once a week. He worked twelve to fourteen hours a day. He satisfied his wife's need for a child by adopting a child through his beloved Church. He even tempered his attraction to men by only watching them never touching even though the church remained adamant that an impure thought of same sex partners was still a sin. He never partook in any of the activities at the brownstone, there were however the rare occasions when he found a submissive he was attracted to he would invite them to an alcove room and have them masturbate multiple times in front of him, it was only in the privacy of these times that he allowed himself to take his cock in his hand and masturbate also.

It didn't come as a big surprise to Michael a few months later when, late one evening, Adam asked him if he would masturbate for him. They had been at Adam's office and had spent the afternoon into the night debating a critical issue Michael had been having with this thesis.

"I don't know what the correct protocol is for this," he said, "Do I need to ask Charles's permission."

"I've told you before Adam 'permission' is not a word that fits into the equation between Charles and me. And, yes, I would very much love to masturbate for you but would feel very uncomfortable sitting naked in front of you, so if you want to watch me you will have to take your clothes off also." There was nothing for Adam to consider, he stood up, locked the door to his office, pulled the shades down and took off his clothes. The moment Adam saw Michael cock he got instantly hard. 

"I see why Charles keeps you to himself." He said. Michael didn't feel it was an appropriate time to debate his relationship with Charles so he let Adam's comment go unanswered. "You have the most spectacular cock I've ever seen. Tell me, when you reach orgasm do you shoot a lot of fluid?"

Michael liked the way that Adam looked at sex as being something so clinical. "Yes, I do cum a lot, plus I can cum multiple times in one session." 

Michael looked closely at Adam's body. He was almost ten years older than Charles, but like most of the men at the brownstone he kept his body in excellent shape. The thing that intrigued him the most about Adam was his cock. It was an ideal length and thickness with a mushroom shaped head that was screaming to be licked and sucked. It was the most perfect cock he had ever seen. Charles had been graced with a beautifully ample cock, and he loved the feeling of it sliding in and out of his ass, but Michael could never take it fully in his mouth and just as he loved his ass full, he also wanted to feel an entire cock deep in his mouth. Michael knew that Adam's cock would do just that.

"May I ask you a question?" Michael asked a few minutes later. He had been walking around the room, stroking his cock, but always stayed in direct sight of Adam. "Haven't you ever wanted to go further than just watching?"

"All the time Michael, but the holy Church doesn't allow that, I have to honor those beliefs."

"I can't believe anything or anyone has the right to deny our pleasure. I know the Church believes in sex for procreation, but in this imperfect world we have to find the things that bring us pleasure and hold onto those things tightly."

Michael paused for a moment trying to find the correct words. "Adam you are such a loving and gentle man, and if I may say, your cock is just so breathtakingly beautiful it should be adored. There just can't be something sinful about that."




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 01



Michael brought tears to his eyes. He loved his youth and view of the world. There wasn't a day in his life that he didn't want to feel a man against him but no matter how much he wanted it he couldn't take that step. He constantly turned to the church for absolution of his impure desires, but the only solace he got was that as long as he tried to remain chaste the church would continue to absolve him.

Michael looked up into Adam's eyes. "I've only ever been with Charles, but right now I want to be with you. I don't just want to masturbate for you. I want you to touch me, make me cum and I want to feel your and make you cum." He knew he wasn't making sense, but he was overcome with the desire to suck this man's cock. Without any sign of a go-ahead from Adam he slowly reached out and took Adam's hand in his and drew it back to his cock. Adam's body stiffened for a moment, but soon he allowed his fingers to graze lightly over Michael's magnificent shaft. Pushing himself closer to Adam he moaned softly as Adam took more and liberties feeling both his cock and balls.

'That feels wonderful Adam, please don't stop' Michael whispered to him knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer. Adam seemed to sense his impending orgasm and wrapped his hands around the Michael's cock and stroked him until he shot his load across his chest.

Michael drew a large amount of his cum onto his finger and brought it to Adam's lips, and with his eye's locked to Michael's licked and sucked his finger clean. When he was done it was Michael's turn when gently grasped Adam's cock in his hand. As much as Adam wanted to pull away he couldn't. He had denied himself for too long. His eyes were still locked to Michael's as he first touched Michael's cheek softly and then pulled him into his cock.

They were together only that one time but remained friends until his death. Michael always hoped that his death brought peace to his tortured life. And now his son had come into his life and his intuition was telling him that Scott could be the one he could trust and the person that would eventually take the helm at Cecil & Company.

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"Thank you." He said about 45 minutes later after I exited onto I-684. His eyes were still shut and reached his hand out and rested it on my shoulder again.

"My pleasure." I said. "It's been awhile since I've taken this drive, I'm enjoying it."

Opening his eyes he sat up in the seat, keeping his hand on my shoulder, and looked around. There wasn't much to see, other than the highway, but in a few minutes we would be at the Pound Ridge Reservation, one of my favorite places on this earth.

"Would you like to stop and get some coffee?" I asked.

"Oh yeah... that sounds great. My head is screaming very loudly at me right now."

After a brief stop at a convenience store for gas, coffee, water and aspirin we were on our way again. It was past one in the morning when we pulled into the Reservation. Michael was fully awake and on the road to being sober.

"Did you know that I knew your father?" He said getting out of the car and stretching his body out.

"Really?"

Michael walked over to a tree, I heard him unzip his pants and a moment later a gentle moan sounded as he emptied his once full and drunk bladder. My cock instantly stirred and I found myself pinching the head to get it to behave.

"Ahhh, so much better." He said walking back over to me. "Yes. When I was in graduate school Charles introduced me to him. I have to admit that he was a key factor in helping me complete my thesis."

"What was your thesis on?"

"How the oil industry affected industry in America. I'm sure you know your father was the most knowledge man about oil in America."

"I didn't know my father very well. He died when I was ten. The few memories I have of him were that he was a moral man who worked all the time."

I was sitting on a picnic bench with my back against the table. Michael was walking around, listening to the sounds of nature around him."

"It's so quiet here...I like it. Charles was a city boy, the more noise around him the better. I loved the house in Washington - in the country."

He stopped for awhile then started talking about my father again. "Your father once told me that when he was a boy he wanted to be a priest, but his parents wouldn't allow it. They thought he was too special to devote his life to the church."

A part of me was suddenly jealous that Michael knew so many intimate details about my father's life. I had always known that religion guided his life. As a child, I can remember there were times we went to church extra early on Sunday mornings. He told me if I wanted to play outside I could, but I always went into the church with him. He made me sit in a pew while he went to the main alter and knelt before the cross of Jesus where he would fold his hands and bend his head in prayer. He would stay that way until the priest came in. The priest always knelt with him and together they prayed until it was time for the services.

"I'm sorry my father couldn't fulfill his dreams. Maybe that's why he was the way he was, since he couldn't devote his life to God he substituted work for the devotion." I said.

"You might be right about that." Michael said. "All I know is that I see a lot of your father in you. I think that's why I feel we have more between us than just a business relationship."

"Michael, I know that you know everything about me, so you must know that my father was really not my father."

"A drop of sperm doesn't designate parentage. Your father loved you very much and he was so proud of you. The only reason he went home every weekend was to spend time with you. His desk was covered with pictures of you and every time we saw each other he always had to share the newest pictures and news about you."

"My father was a mystery to me, but listening to you talk about him makes me understand him so much better. I was just sorry that he could never tell me that he loved me."

"There are some men that can't say those words Scott..." he drifted off again. "Can I trust you Scott?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course you can, anything you say to me stays with me." I answered. 

"Scott, there is client/attorney trust and there is trust between friends. Right now I am asking you if I can trust you as a friend."

"Michael, trust is always earned between two people. There aren't many people in this world that I can say have earned my trust...but I can tell you honestly that, being with you for the past few hours, you have become a friend that I trust and that you can trust explicitly." 

Michael walked over to where I was sitting and straddled the bench facing me. "Thank you for that. It's been a long time since I have been able to talk with anyone about what is in my heart." There was a moment where he was either trying to find the right words or was deciding if he really could trust me before he said. "I told you that Charles was my best friend."

"Yes." I said.

"Well he was more than a friend to me. We were lovers for 27 years." He said. "I knew at an early age that I was different Scott......."

It was past five in the morning when he finished talking. The mountains were obscured by a low lying ground fog that would burn off as soon as the sun rose. We were still sitting at the picnic table. Michael picked up the last water bottle and drank the little that was left it in and lobbed it in a nearby trash can.

I was left speechless. From the minute Michael had said he was different than most men I became hypnotized by his words. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I am." I said looking at him. "I understand now how devastating his loss must have been for you...Michael, no one's ever confided in me like that before. A part of me is so jealous that you can speak so easily and openly to me about Charles. I've never been able to open up to anyone. Ask me to quote the law to you day and night, but don't ask me to talk about feelings or experiences."

"But I think there is a part of you that is screaming to speak out, isn't there Scott?"

I shook my head. I did want to talk, but how do I began. My life seemed so trivial compared to Michael's. He passionately loved a man who couldn't tell him that he returned his love. I had never known feelings like that before. I had sucked two cocks -- that was all. It just didn't seem to have the same impact.

"There are so many things about us that are the same Michael. Like you, I think I'm different too."

"Different in what way?" He asked.

"I've never been in love with a man, but... I've...I've sucked cock before." I blurted out.

Instead of laughing at my childish confession Michael just smiled and touched my shoulder.

"Will you tell me about it?" he asked. I looked at him and saw total sincerity in his eyes giving me the confidence to speak.

"The first time I didn't even know that it was something I wanted to do. It was nineteen in Harvard law. As dorky as it sounds I was still living on campus, only because I liked the security of having people around me. My roommate knew I was naïve about many things and was always making these stupid beats with me that I hardly ever won. This time, however, we didn't bet money we bet that the loser would have to do one thing the other person asked. I had no idea what he had in mind or that he had rigged the bet. When he announced that I had lost he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. At first I thought he was kidding me, but when he unzipped his pants I knew I had to go through with what he demanded of me.

"I don't think he actually believed I would do it. He pushed his cock to my mouth. The second I wrapped my lips around him he grabbed my head and pushed it more deeply into me. He only lasted a moment before he shot his load and pulled away from me. I actually felt a pang of disappointed that it hadn't lasted longer. He acted like it never happened and it was never spoken of again.

"The opportunity presented itself to me again two years ago. I was married at the time and away in Atlanta at a conference when I met another lawyer from Chicago. We were both first year associates, newly married and being overwhelmed by everything in our lives. On the last night of the conference we had been drinking heavily at a bar in the hotel when we saw two men sitting in the corner kissing and touching each other's bodies. For some reason, most likely the alcohol, I confided to him about what I had done with my roommate in college. It didn't faze him at all. He just told me how he loved the feeling of having his cock sucked but that his wife refused to do it. Then out of the blue he asked if I wanted to suck his cock. I found myself saying yes without any hesitation at all. He paid the tab and we headed to his room.

"He wasn't at all shy. He undressed the minute we entered the room and sat down on the bed and spread his legs so I could see his cock which was hard and pre-cum oozing from the tip. He asked me to lick my tongue over the head. I sat on the floor between his legs and let my tongue glide gently over his silky smooth head. Over the next hour he told me everything he wanted me to do. His words become my guide. He enjoyed sliding his cock slowly in and out my mouth, moaning with pleasure as my tongue worked around his rigid shaft. Every now and then he pulled himself from my mouth and told me to lick and suck on his balls. When he was ready to cum he took my head between his hands and put his cock back into my mouth. He began long purposeful strokes, slowly at first, but as he got close to shooting his load and I could feel his cock swelling even more and he started going faster and deeper in my mouth. At the moment he exploded he pulled my head closer to him, shoving his cock deeper down my throat and held me perfectly still to him as pulse after pulse of hot cum shot out of him. I savored every drop, never wanting it to end."

Michael was still staring at me, but I was too embarrassed to look at him.

"Thank you for sharing with me. I do appreciate your being able to open up to me." He leaned over and lifted my chin with his hand and looked at me deeply in my eyes. 

I realized at that moment that I needed to move away from Michael. I prayed he didn't look down at me. Whether it my haste to get dressed earlier or whether it was my fondest hopes that I would be in this situation but when I slipped my sweats on earlier in the evening on I didn't bother putting underwear on and my cock was now ramrod hard and standing at full attention. I tried to be nonchalant and stood up with the attempt to rearrange myself, but nothing was going to help me at this point.

Michael stood also and put his body in front of mine. He looked into my eyes and placed his hand against my chest. I watched with fascination as he licked his tongue over his lips and then leaned into me touching them to mine. I pulled away hesitating for moment but feeling his hot breath, having him so close to me dissolved any uncertainty I might have had. His lips touched mine again, holding me to him. I found myself shaking uncontrollably as my mouth slowly succumbed to his. My lips parted and his tongue frantically searched out mine. I fell into his arms my body crushed against his. He pressed against me, chest to chest, cock to cock with the only thing separating us was our clothing. A sudden gasp slipped from my lips when his body rubbed against my cock sending an overpowering sensation throughout my body.

"Please." I whispered, "I'm going cum if you touch me again."

"Cum then," he said his mouth full on mine.

Fearful of my impending orgasm I pulled away. I turned my back to him and made one last ditch attempt to stop my cock from exploding but I was past the point of no return. Without even touching myself my cock exploded sending wave after wave of hot juices against me. Panic, embarrassment and fear all lit into me at once. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I was fighting the urge not to burst out crying.

Michael came up behind me and pressed his body against mine, sending me into yet another surge of orgasm. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me into him. "Relax...." He whispered. "Just let it ride itself out...breath Scott....take long deep breaths...."

I had lost total control of my body. My knees turned to jelly then my legs gave out. Michael, who had kept me from falling, helped down to the ground, still holding me against him. The orgasm had stopped but my body was still jerking uncontrollably. Michael rocked me gently in his arms whispering that everything was okay, to just relax, but I couldn't seem to do what he was telling me. I had to cum again and I had to do now. I pulled my cock from my pants and stroked it two hard times before another load exploded from me, shooting straight up in the air. 

Michael was speechless. He held me in his arms and watched as cum shot up and landed square across my chest. But it still wasn't over, cum was still oozing from my slit I needed to cum again. Michael reached out and touched my rock hard cock head. A groan from deep inside of me burst from my mouth and I found myself begging to the point of almost demanding him to stroke my cock. Pushing my hand away he wrapped his hands around my shaft, took several long strokes and once again I was cumming again. 

Finally I was done. My body collapsed against Michael. He held my cock gently as I gradually returned to reality. I opened my eyes to a smiling Michael and couldn't help but smile too. He touched his lips gently to my forehead, holding them there for an extended moment.

Physically I was a mess. There were big wet spots in my pants, across my shirt and my arms, face and hair were covered with cum. I sat up for a moment, took my shirt off and used it to towel up as much of my juices as I could. Michael hadn't a said a word, he just sat there staring at me. 

"There's something I need to tell you." I said finally. I turned and faced him. He still had the same smile on his face. "First...I think I should apologize to you...this isn't something normal for me."

"Oh?" He asked smiling and I could see he was trying with all his might to keep from laughing.

"This is so fucking embarrassing."

"You don't need to be embarrassed. Watching you cum like that was one of the hottest things I've probably ever experienced in my life."

My eyes diverted from his, I knew I was beat red and it just made the situation even more uncomfortable. "Tell me." He said.

It would have been so easy to tell him specifically about the edging, but that wasn't enough. I told him everything. I talked about my marriage and what a sham it was, about my Friday nights dates with my cock and finally about the edging.

"I was obsessed with trying it," I said, "When I started it last Monday I didn't think I'd be able to do it, but when I made it through the first day I knew I had beat the odds." I suddenly burst out laughing from my stupidity before telling him that I was plugging my laptop into the big screen getting ready for my big Friday night date when he called me.

"I'm glad I called." Michael said softly. "Now Scott," he said in a serious tone a moment later, "you have to take baby steps when you are trying new things. Normally edging is done in one session, not over five days. I'm surprised you were able to last so long." When he was done he winked at me.

I looked at him. "I'm glad you called too. And I will take your words to heart." Without even thinking I leaned into him and kissed his lips lightly. He held my kiss and drew me back into his arms. The awkwardness of kissing another man was gone and all I could feel was the hunger of wanting this person that held me in his arms.

"I'm not looking for a onetime thing." Michael said breaking the kiss suddenly. "I would like very much to explore whatever this is between us Scott, let me be your guide, but only if you want to, and at a pace you are comfortable with."

"I don't think that will work." I said looking at him seriously. There was utter shock mixed with a tinge of disappointment written on his face.

"Michael, If we have any chance of being together WE have to guide each other and WE have to do this at a pace WE are both comfortable with."

"You are absolutely right." He said smiling in relief, "and now I'll have to make a mental note to think about what I say before I say it. Now, for the big question... Will you spend the day with me?"

Before I could tell Michael that I would my phone rang, announcing it was Tina, and ripped me back to reality. In my typical style I answered it with an unemotional 'Yeah.'

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yes..." I said in the always adopted bland tone I spoke to her in. "I'm sorry, I should have called. Mr. Layton called late last night and asked me to come to Washington for a few days."

"It's okay. I was just concerned when you weren't here when I got home last night. When will you be back?" Her tonality reflected that she wasn't really concerned more indisposed that she had to be the one to make the phone call.

I looked at Michael. His was just staring at me with smile on his face. "I think we are scheduled to fly back Monday morning, but I'll need to go right to work, I won't be home until late Monday evening. Oh and Tina, I'll probably be out of cell range. If anything comes up send me an email, I'll check it as often as I can."

"Nothing will come up. Don't forget I'm on call at the shelter next week so if I'm not at home that's where I'll be. Bye." Before I could say another word the line went dead. I just shook my head and threw the cell phone in the back of the car. 

"I'm sorry." Michael said.

"For what?"

"That you had to lie."

I looked at him. "I lied because it's easier than telling the truth. I should be apologizing to you, I took the liberty of saying we would be together all weekend."




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 02



(Authors Note: This is the 10th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04,05 Scott Ch01.)




Michael's apartment was not truly an apartment it was more along the lines of a mission statement about the man himself. He tried to play it all down by telling me not to be impressed by it after all he inherited it from Charles who had inherited it from Cecil.

"Cecil bought the brownstone in the 1950's. He turned the main floor into a private men's club. Originally the top floor had individual apartments on it so that out of town members could have a place to stay but Cecil wanted a floor totally for himself. After he passed Charles had the apartment totally renovated more to his tastes. In turn I've made some minor changes to make it my own."

"What about the other floors?" I asked.

"They are mainly used for meetings and events." He said in nondescriptly.

The brownstone itself was just an ordinary building like any other brownstone in New York, but the moment you walked into the lobby you knew instantly that you've entered into a place of days gone by. It started when a doorman in full regalia opened the heavy oak door letting you enter into the history the building held. The richly sculpted carpeting that adorned the lobby floor and stately solid walnut paneled walls exuded a remembrance of days when the upper crust men of New York City spent their afternoons at their private club discussing the news of the day and having tuxedo clad, white gloved butlers waiting on their every need. The club's restaurant was strictly white linen and fine china and boasted a cordon blue chef. Proper attire, jackets and ties were required at all times. The health club had been recently remodeled and had professional trainers, the best equipment, a world class steam room and a masseuse that Michael claimed could work out kinks you didn't even know you had. For the more casually minded there was a large atrium off of the health club where men could relax, chat and eat a light meal 24 hours a day and clothing was casually optional.

"How big a membership do you have?" I asked after Michael had keyed in his code to allow the elevator to take us to his apartment.

"We cap our membership here at the brownstone at 250." 

The elevator doors opened directly into a smaller more modern lobby that led into the apartment. No one could ever feel claustrophobic in this apartment. From the moment we entered into the heart of the home it was warm and inviting. He had taken down the bulk of the walls and in front of me was close to 7,000 square feet of room. It was big, but it had been furnished in such a way that even though there weren't walls I could visualize that I was standing in a game room, complete with pool table and bar, or in the living room, a warm gathering place with a 65" flat screen adorning the wall. The kitchen and dining area were to the back of the apartment, all modern and comfortable. A combined library and office sat at the front of apartment. To the left was one of the few rooms with walls - the master bedroom with an equally large master bath. The only other living space was a small studio apartment beyond the kitchen where his valet Peyton stayed.

"Is he here now?" I asked.

"No, I called him earlier today and requested he take the weekend off. He won't be back until Monday morning."

Michael moved even closer and tried to kiss me.

"No...no...no... Mr. Layton, I'm not that kind of guy." I said laughing.

"I'd be more than happy to make you that type of guy. Of course that is if you'd like." He grabbed me and pulled me into him. "Please tell me you want me."

"I do want you Michael, with no hesitation or doubt."

"Will you join me in the bedroom or shall we just drop to the floor right here?"

"Bedroom," I said. 

Michael led me into the bedroom. Like everything else about this place his bedroom reflected who he was. The room was large, but had a warm feeling about it. The four poster bed was the focal point of the room. As Michael explained it, the bed was crafted and built in the room. The pieces of wood were so large they had to take out the windows in the room and were hauled up via cranes. It took the craftsman over three months working solely on the project to complete the bed. The more than king size bed was flanked by two matching nightstands with all three pieces sitting on a four inch riser that was covered in the plushest carpet I had ever felt.

The wall across from the bed was built of river rock, giving the room a manly outdoorsy feel and had a fireplace that could be seen from not only the bed but also the master bath and the large sitting area as well. The other walls were suede textured light brown with floor to ceiling chocolate silk black out curtains that were electronically controlled by a panel from the bed.

"The mattress we had custom made. It's a one of a kind Kluft made the old fashioned way with pure cotton, lamb's wool, long-strand horsehair and mohair, which combine to make the best night sleep..."He paused for a moment, "Or the best night of sex ever."

"I'm impressed, I didn't know that a mattress can fuck, does it have holes that you slip your cock through?" I said jokingly.

"Oh, you are a funny one." Michael said, grabbing me and pulling me closely to him. "I vote for a nice hot shower before we climb into our sleeping chamber." His lips were less than an inch from me, but he didn't kiss me. "I want to go slowly." he whispered barley touching his lips to mine. "I want us to both savor each other." He brushed his lips to mine, pressing himself against me. He was hard, and for the briefest moment I wondered how we could possibly take things slowly.

"I'll start the shower, if you'd like you can undress, or I can do it for you." He said licking his tongue across my lips and sucking my bottom lip to his.

Things seemed to blur after that. I remember the shower, it felt so good to stand under the hot water with a half dozen shower heads pouring down on us but what felt even better was feeling Michael's naked body against mine. I relished his every touch as he washed my body slowly being careful not to miss any part of me. He in turn stood motionless, his eyes shut as I washed him, with a washcloth, my hands and then my tongue.

After drying off we somehow made it to the bed, and Michael was right, it was the most comfortable bed I had even laid on. I took a few moments to let the luxurious feeling of being able to stretch my all too tall frame out across the bed, unlike the small inadequate bed I was relegated to sleeping on at my apartment. Michael gave me my moment of Zen before he wrapped me tightly in his arms and pressed his body against mine touching his lips to mine. I parted my lips, expecting to feel his tongue, but he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes were filled with such wonderment, like 'how did I get to be the luckiest man on this earth?' then kissed me lightly once again drawing his tongue over mine.

He could feel how ready I was, my lips parted inviting him in to me as he crushed his lips to mine kissing me with a desire I had never felt before and never wanted to feel with anyone else again. When we finally came up for air I opened my eyes and looked at him and realized that I truly was the luckiest man.

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Michael had always been indifferent when it came to blow jobs, he never much cared one way or another. With his cock being the size it was he felt that whenever a submissive knelt before him they either wanted to prove that they could do a better job of sucking him off then everyone else or they were so intimidated by him that they rushed through trying to get him to cum as quickly as they could. Even with his uncanny ability to mentor his submissives he still remained apathetic. No, he preferred to bury his cock deeply into a nice warm ass, feeling totally surrounded, being able to go at the pace he wanted to go and cum when he wanted to cum.

Nothing could have prepared Michael for what happened the moment Scott slid down his body and wrapped his mouth and hands around his cock. At first he thought that the emotions of the day made Scott's mouth feel so exceptionally good as he gently licked and sucked him, but then when he felt Scott's hands enveloping his cock and balls, and moving in complete sync with his mouth for the first time in his life he wasn't thinking about reaching an orgasm he was just enjoying what was happening to him.

When the orgasm did come it took Michael by such surprise that he was left totally spent and speechless – a condition he had rarely felt before. Somehow Scott's mouth and hands brought him to some sort of precipice and held him there. It wasn't like bringing him to the edge and backing down, then coming back again, he was being held there. It felt like time was being frozen, but not the feeling. His entire body was in orgasmic mode, his abs were tight, his ass clenched and he could even feel his own cum moving slowly up his shaft when somehow Scott just held it there. It wasn't painful - in fact his body was being filled with this unique sense of ultimate pleasure as every part of his body was experiencing these new and unique sensations. And he was still being held there. Scott was barely breathing, every synapse of his body was directed towards Michael's cock.

All it took was a slight movement of Scott's finger and the dam instantaneously burst open. Michael's back arched up high as he let out a gut wrenching groan from deep within him and flooded Scott's mouth with his hot juicy load. Scott took every drop and held his cock suspended in his mouth as Michael's body continued writhing to his touch.

With the greed of a man that wanted more – much more - Scott didn't stop. Before Michael had had time to recover from his first orgasm Scott took him back to that precipice again...and held him there again...until Michael came, falling back onto the bed, his body and cock completely drained. Scott moved back up, drawing his mouth to Michael's kissing the gift of his final cum to him. With Michael's last bit of strength he pulled Scott against him and held him as tightly as he could and managed to say one word. "Never."

Michael didn't want to sleep, he wanted more but his body betrayed and although he tried to fight it he drifted into a sexual-drained coma like he had never felt before. 

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I should have been tired, it had been over 36 hours since I had slept, but I was too afraid that if I closed my eyes the next time I opened them I'd be in my bed at home and this would have just been a dream.

I lay on my side for a long time starring at Michael, watching his beautiful, serenely content body sleeping until bathroom urges called me away. Silently I slipped out of bed and availed myself of the opulent bathroom before setting my sights on the kitchen, hoping there would be something to eat.

I didn't see Michael as the type of person that kept hoards of food in his house, especially with a 24 hour restaurant downstairs. I was, however, pleasantly surprised to find chocolate chip cookies and milk that was still fresh, exactly what a growing man like myself needed. I grabbed a couple bottles of water drinking the first one in on big gulp then took my stash of goodies and settled in at the counter that divided the kitchen from the living room. I could never have imagined that sex could make me so ravenously hungry.

I wasn't alone for too long, a few minutes later Michael came up behind me and hugged me to his chest. "I woke up and thought I had dreamed everything." He whispered kissing the back of my head.

"Great minds" I said. He gave me a questioning moan and I told him that I was scared to sleep for the same reason. He sat down beside me and took a cookie while I passed him a bottle of water.

"I can order some real food from downstairs if you'd like."

"Mmmm, no...this is just fine..." I mumbled with my mouth full of cookie. My tone was pensive when I finally tuned to him. "I'm sorry...I think I disappointed you." I said after I swallowed the cookie.

He grabbed my shoulder. "What are you talking about?" he said in a panicked tone.

"You said "Never'...I took that as you never wanted me to do that again."

Michael burst out laughing. "Oh Scott, that is the farthest thing from what I meant. I said never because never in my life had I ever had a sexual experience like that! You left me so utterly speechless and spent that the only thing I could say was never."

I wanted to smile, but there was still so much uncertainty within me. Being with another man, hell being with another person, was something I wasn't used to, for me every second was a learning experience. Before two hours ago I had never even been naked with another person. Taking Michael in my mouth like I had was a unique experience for me. The other two cocks I had sucked I was told to do it and what to do. But Michael opened himself to me and let me take control. That funny little computer in my head tried to compile everything I had ever fantasized about doing, but the moment I wrapped my lips around his cock head everything changed and I visualized what I had always fantasized to be my perfect blow job and just lived that fantasy out on Michael.

"Please tell me what you are thinking." He begged.

"I just don't want to disappoint you Michael, I'm not experienced like other people and you deserve the best and I worry about that I won't be good for you."

"Scott," he said, "experience doesn't mean anything. You literally just proved that to me. What I care about is that you are comfortable and happy AND enjoying what we are doing...You're body is finally waking up Scott. Remember all these feelings, because you will only experience them once. Please don't get me wrong, what I'm trying to say is that once you've experienced something, for example like the feel of me drawing my tongue over your lips you now know what it feels like. Whether you like it or not your body or more precisely your brain will let you know. Then, when I do it again," He paused, leaned into me and ran his tongue over my lips. "You will know what the sensation feels like and either let me continue or push me away...I want to know every part of your body Scott, if it means experiencing things for the first time, then so be it. Am I making any sense?"

I shook my head yes. "I do understand what you are saying Michael, but shouldn't I be finding out what makes you have those intense feelings also?"

"First of all I think you know you already have. But secondly and most importantly my body is all yours to do with what you'd like." He said opening his arms widely.

"May I tell you one thing I really liked?" I asked suddenly turning a bright shade of red. Michael nodded his head. I could tell he was trying to stifle his smile. "When we were at Renaldo's this afternoon. I loved when you ran your finger down my ass. It's almost like I can still feel that sensation even now."

He stood and paused, "Don't move...wait here for a second."

When he returned he put a small white unlabeled bottle of lubricant on the counter. "This is only if you want to use it." He said turning his back to me. He pushed the stool he had been sitting on a little further away and rested his chest on the seat. His ass was pointing straight at me as he reached behind him and spread his ass cheeks.

My finger drifted down Michael's ass. Michael started moaning the moment I touched him, echoing his moans from earlier in the afternoon when I touched him there. Letting just the tips of my fingers explore him I felt the smoothness of his closed little hole that seemed to vibrate against me the moment I touched it and I remembered how I had the same reaction when Michael touched me like this.

My total ineptness showed through when I reached for the bottle of lube and then couldn't get it opened. I didn't know how much to use or how much pressure I should use once my finger was lubed up. But Michael's constantly reassuring voice let me know that everything was okay, to take a deep breath and go as slowly as I wanted to. More than anything else he wanted me to enjoy what we were doing.

All my uncertainties dissolved the moment my finger slipped easily into the soft warmness of his ass. But my finger wasn't my cock, and it still worried me that I would hurt him if I was to try using it. When I was comfortable that I wasn't hurting him with one finger I slowly slid a second into him. His moaning became deeper, more sensual as his hips swayed and pushed back against my hand.

The courage was rising within me. Not only did I want to make Michael happy, I realized I did want to know how what it would feel like when I put my cock in him. I stood up behind him, gradually sliding my fingers from his ass. In their place I touched the tip of my cock to him. Seeing my thick bulging head against his tiny hole was daunting, I didn't know if I could do this.

"It's okay Scott, I promise you won't hurt me..." he whispered. Slowly I pushed into him. I couldn't believe my eyes as the head disappeared inside of him. There was a moment of hesitation until I felt him relaxing against enough to accept me.

"Look at that beautiful cock of yours sliding into me...now stop...don't move" he said in a raspy heavy breathed tone. I thought I was hurting him and held myself perfectly still to the point of not even breathing when unexpectedly I felt him pushing back against me. I watched more and more of my cock disappearing into him, his moaning filling the room. "Now you...you...push the rest of the way in..."

It was just one quick stroke and my thighs were touching his. I pushed his hands away, replacing them with mine and spreading his ass cheeks further. I watched as I pulled myself an inch out of him then pushed back in. I could have never imagined that anything could feel so right. I hadn't realized just how much I wanted to feel this close to another human being, to feel their warmth, softness and juiciness.

"You feel so fucking good!" He said rising up from his hips and pressing his back into my chest, his lips seeking out mine. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tighter to me.

"Your cock is no longer virgin Scott. It's time to be a man...I want you to fuck me..." He was right it was time. Michael bent back down, I spread his ass cheeks and began pulling my cock from him, when I was more than half way out I pushed back to him. He let out a load moan and begged for more. 

We each find our manhood in different ways. I found mine at that exact moment. I didn't know if the knowledge of how to fuck is ingrained in our brain but somehow, someway I knew exactly how to bring the most pleasure to both Michael and myself. I started with long slow strokes, but as the urge to feel more pressure against my cock I started moving faster with thrusting strokes slapping into him. Our moans echoed around the room in complete harmony to each other. My cock was swelling, my balls drawing up tighter, I was going to cum. Michael could feel the change and clenched his ass tighter around me.

My cock exploded deep inside his ass, filling him with my juices.

I WAS FINALLY A MAN! My cock continued pulsating in Michael's ass. I was cumming and didn't want to stop. Michael was breathlessly moaning for more. I didn't stop. I kept thrusting in and out. I was still hard and wanted to cum again.

He was begging me to fuck him harder, and I did. Sweat was dripping off both of our bodies. 

My second orgasm hit quickly and with more intensity than the first. Primitive growls emitted once again from deep within me as I shot my load. Michael reared up and slapped his slick body against mine as my orgasm finally started to subside. Our breathing synced together as I buried my head into his neck and held my shaking body to his.




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 02



Neither of us moved nor spoke. Michael held my hand in his, kissing and sucking on my fingers. "Are you okay?" Michael finally asked?

"Oh yeah, I'm great." I said still breathing heavily, "I just don't want to ever move from this spot." Michael was still impaled on my semi-flaccid cock and my selfish side didn't want him to ever leave there.

"I could move away from you." He volunteered.

"No...no...please don't, I don't want to lose this moment."

We were leaning against the stool I had been sitting on. I could feel Michael ass relaxing against my cock which had finally agreed to go soft. I tried to hold myself to him, but with a final popping sound and a flood of my juices it was over. Now free, Michael turned and hugged me tightly. "Thank you." He whispered in my ear.

It was past noon when I opened my eyes only to find Michael staring at me. "You are very peaceful when you sleep."

I rolled into his arms and kissed him on his forehead, then his nose, and finally landing on his lips. "It's easy to be peaceful around you." I said. 

"You are amazing."

I couldn't help myself. I rolled on top of him, my already hard cock rubbing against his. He spread his legs so I could have access to anything I wanted. Instinctively he knew I wanted him again, and with one small thrust my cock slid easily into him. His arms hugged me tightly to him as he kissed my lips and moaned while I went deeper into him.

"You feel so good." I whispered into his mouth. 

There was no rush I was playing with him teasing him while he alternated between holding me and raising his hips up to meet my thrusts. At one point I was just content to lie on top of him not moving at all, my chin resting on my hands while we spoke.

"Are you going to want to do this to me one day?" I asked.

"Oh I hope so." My cock twitched at the thought making Michael smile. 

"Yes, I think one day I would very much like to feel you inside of me. But right I'm going to make love to you Michael, I want to hold you and kiss you as I thrust in and out of you, and when I'm ready to cum I will hold myself very still and you will feel me shoot my load deeply into your ass."

"I'm all yours..." he said licking his lips in the way I knew meant he wanted to be kissed again.

We never left the apartment that day.

Late Sunday evening, when we decided to be like normal people and get a good night's sleep Michael told me he had to leave for Washington for a few days. For some reason it took me by surprise. Even though I knew we both had to return to the real world again, I didn't realize that I would have to be away from him for any length of time.

"I could go with you." I said in hopes he would want to be with me as much as I wanted to be with him.

"I don't like this any more than you do Scott, but I have some obligations I have to fulfill in Washington. I'll be back late Thursday evening. I've had my assistant clear my schedule for three days, we can take a long weekend, we'll go away and then when we come back I've decided to work out of the New York office indefinitely."

"Don't mind me," I said rolling on my side and looking at him. I reached my hand out and lazily diddled with his taut nipple. "I'm just acting like a spoiled child. I understand, really I do...I just didn't want to be away from you, that's all."

He took me in his arms and kissed me gently on the lips and told me he didn't relish the thought of being away from me either. "But we'll talk and we can face time each other. Trust me I plan on keeping you so busy this week with projects that the time will just fly by." 

Michael had the limo take me home early the next morning so I could change and get to the office. On the seat in the limo was a small flat gift wrapped box. I toyed with the box all the way to my apartment letting the anticipation of what was inside get to me. In the comfort of my room I opened the box to find a brand new shiny iPad.

Gliding my finger across the bottom I found a single icon that said simply MICHAEL on it. I tapped the icon and immediately through the small speaker a phone ringing sound chimed. A moment later Michael face appeared on the screen.

"It took you long enough" he said smiling.

"Are you sure I can't come with you?" I asked gazing at him with blinding desire.

"Neither of us would get any work done...I will miss you...and I will talk to you later this evening..."

In the short hour it took me to shower and dress I had already received a four page email from Michael listing all the items that needed to be completed before the first team meeting that was scheduled for a week from now.

Humming a happy tune all the way to the office I couldn't seem to shake the shit-eating grin I knew was painted on my face. Bud was standing at reception waiting for me when I arrived.

"Congratulations" he said shaking my hand.

"We've taken the liberty of moving your office..." his voice drifted as we walked to the elevator. Handing me a new elevator key-card I inserted it and instantly we were lifted to the upper reaches of the building. I had done it! I made partner, the youngest partner in the history of the firm. 

I had entered into an alternate universe and my life was suddenly so very perfect!

I didn't dwell on my new found status. Bud told me there would be a partner luncheon later in the week and reiterated that just because I made partner it didn't mean that I could slack off on Michael's expectations. I let Bud know that under no circumstance would I let Michael down and set to work to accomplish my goals for the rest of the week.

In my usual style, I dissected the list giving the easiest pieces to my newly assigned 1st year associate, who by sheer coincidence was the same age as me, and took the harder and more challenging items for myself. I built my timeline for finishing the project and was pleasantly surprised that if I stuck true to task everything would be completed and ready to be bound no later than Thursday afternoon, which was perfect for me, since Michael had told me he was coming in very late Thursday evening.

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At seven that evening when I slipped my key in the door I found Tina waiting, the happy mood balloon had finally burst.

She was sullen and monotone and for the first time in my life I realized that she had always been that way.

"Welcome home husband." She said moving right into the meat of what she wanted to say, "I have been offered a job in San Diego and want to talk to you about it." She said even before I could put my stuff down.

"I'm not moving to San Diego, if you want to go that's fine, be my guest." I said curtly. I had no patience for this conversation, especially knowing the Michael was waiting for waiting for my call.

"Do you want a divorce?"

"I will leave that up to you Tina. If it will make you happy to be divorced, then we'll get divorced, if you want to stay married then that's fine also. I'm just not going to play this game with you anymore." 

"You've changed." Her voice was respectful but reserved.

"Maybe I have. Maybe I've finally reached the conclusion that whatever this is that we've been doing is not a marriage."

"Why just because I won't fuck you?" She yelled. "Why would I want to be with a freak like you?"

Her words were meant to hurt me, but for the first time they didn't. After the weekend I just had I knew that I was anything but a freak. I just looked at her and walked out of the room. I wasn't going to let her bring me down ever again. 

In my bedroom I plugged my headset into my iPad and Facetimed Michael. The tension from my confrontation with Tina instantly faded when I saw his face.

"You still have clothes on." He said smiling while he panned his iPad down so I could see his naked body and hard cock staring at me.

"Yeah, Tina confronted me when I got in the front door."

"Are you okay?" he asked changing the mood of the call.

"If I talk about I'll scream. All I want to do is crawl into bed and talk to you until I fall asleep."

"If you need some space you can go stay at the brownstone." He said.

"No, I don't want to there without you..." I said getting lost in Michael.

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Michael was right, Thursday showed up before I knew it. My work was done and I was ready to get to the brownstone to be with him. I had no idea where we were going for our weekend, but I packed a bag with a smattering of different things and put it in the trunk of my car, which he did tell me we would be using. Michael had a black tie function in Washington and was planning on flying in as soon as it was over.

The brownstone was bustling with activity when I arrived. One limo after another dropped men off, some greeting others with manly embraces while other just ignored everyone and walked directly in. I followed suit of the latter and just walked in like I owned the place. There were a few quick glances, a couple of whispers but no one bothered to stop me. I headed directly to the elevator which opened even before I could press the button. It didn't dawn on me until I was in the elevator that I didn't know the code to get to up to the apartment. Then, to make matters worse before I could even exit the elevator a couple of men got on, punched a code and the doors shut.

The elevator went up one floor and stopped. The elevator emptied quickly, and since no one was stopping me I decided to see what was drawing everyone's attention. The men on the elevator headed to the left when they exited which made me want to go in the opposite direction. To my right I walked into a large elegantly appointed lounge. I took a couple of steps and peeked in.

There were several men sitting in overstuffed chairs and sofas. Normally I wouldn't have thought anything about seeing men sitting around like they were, after all Michael had said this was a private men's club, but the more I looked around I was suddenly aware that everyone was naked. I moved into the room more just to make sure I wasn't wrong, but they were all naked and added to that the majority of them were getting blowjobs by other men. Some were just laying back, enjoying the servicing while others were having casual conversations as their cocks were being catered to.

A noise drew my attention and I turned to the right to see a man kneeling on a large round ottoman fucking another man from behind. The man was pounding into the guy, moaning with every stroke he took. There were other men all in various stages of either getting blowjobs or having their cocks stroked while they watched the men fucking. "Shit...I'm gonna cum..." he yelled and a moment later he shoved his cock deeper into the guy and let out one last moan. When he was done he jerked his cock out of the other man and everyone watched cum drip from his ass. No sooner did they move from the ottoman to one of the sofa's two more men took their place. This time one man lay down, while the other man sat on his cock and started bucking his hips and riding it feverishly.

I was too shocked to move. Hundreds of questions flew through my head. The main one being what the hell was going on. Before I even had a moment to think my attention was diverted again when the elevator pinged and another group of men exited the elevator. I followed them and found myself in a room with a medium size round stage in the center surrounded by curve shaped sofas. In the back of the room the men were being helped out of their clothing before they moved to the seats around the stage. The men were joined by younger naked men who helped them to their seats then would kneel on the floor between the man's legs.

I pushed myself into a dark corner and watched the room fill up. I had no idea how much time had passed I was too caught up in everything I was seeing to even worry about that. I stole my eyes away from the cock sucking going on around the room to the stage area which had now been converted into boxing type ring only round instead of square.

"Good evening gentlemen." A deep voice boomed throughout the room. "And welcome to the 4th annual Weekend in the Wild at the brownstone!" he yelled. The men around the ring began cheering and whistling. The upstairs floor is open, the sheets are fresh, but I don't expect that'll last for long! So let's get this party started!"

Four men dressed all in white escorted four naked men to the ring. Two were tall and physically fit, the other two were shorter and thinner but all four had larger than normal rock hard cocks that they showed off as they strutted around the ring. Looking at their cocks then looking around the room I realized for the first time that all the men had unusually large cocks. Something more that I need to remember after the first 100 or 200 hundred questions I wanted answered.

"To start our weekend off we will have your favorite and mine –NO RULES WRESTLING! We will have two rounds. Round one will between Randy Andy and Judd the Stud." The two taller men raised their arms up to rile the crowds up.

"Round Two will be between Deek the Meek, who we all know isn't so meek and Sam our Main Man." They took their turn around the ring getting any even bigger applause than the first two.

"The Rounds will start in ten minutes, please place your bets. Remember the winners of tonight's rounds get 10% of the purse with the rest going to our favorite charity, so bet high and bet often!"

More men in white began walking around the room to collect bets from the men. Ten minutes later a bell rang and the two taller men entered the ring. Their bodies had been oiled down and their cocks were rock hard. Andy had won the toss and therefore the advantage took his place standing over Judd. 

Wrestling had been a passion of mine since I attended private school. I learned early that not only was wrestling a physical sport, but the person with an acute mental and analytical mind always had the advantage. I was transfixed where I stood waiting to see what was going to happen.

The bell sounded again and Andy immediately grabbed onto Judd's cock and balls in an attempt to flip him over. But Judd was just as fast and flipped himself up and over Andy. For the next few minutes the two men wrestled the no rules match. They grabbed, jabbed and spit at each other, each man trying for the ultimate pin. There was no rest period they had to fight until the pin. It was clear to me that Judd was more clever than Andy, who was the stronger opponent. Judd feigned slowing down, exactly what I would have done, and when Andy went in for the kill, the strength he had reserved exploded and he was able to flip Andy hard onto his knees, and to my amazement shove his rigid cock into his ass. The crowds were going crazy as they watched Judd wrap his arm around Andy's throat in a total body hold and fuck him like a jack rabbit. He didn't last too long and shot his load to a standing ovation. As a finishing touch he shoved a finger up Andy's ass and let his cum dribble onto his hand.

Unbelievable as it sounds I was standing there with a rock hard cock also. I had never in my life seen anything so raw and as fucking hot as that was. It was the weirdest feeling, a part of me was disgusted by the debauchery going on in front of me, but another part wished I could be in that ring wrestling for a piece of ass.

There was another ten minutes break while the ring was cleaned, bets were taken and the next two wrestlers were prepared. The men in the audience took advantage of the time to get some self-serving attention paid to them, most having their cocks sucked, but some just bent their partners over and shoved there cocks deeply in their asses fucking them like there were inanimate objects.

I needed to leave. I needed to think about how to get out of here. I didn't know any elevator codes and Michael had told me the stairs were only unlocked if an alarm sounded. I figured the best thing to do was go stand by the elevator until someone was going down and get on with them, hoping that they wouldn't question me too much, but then my attention was drawn back to the ring when the announcer called Round Two.

Deek and Sam stepped into the ring. Even though the players in the first round were more outwardly physically fit, I knew that these were the true wrestlers of the group. I found the most difficult opponents that ever had to wrestle were the ones that were thinner. Just like the last winner, they used their brains instead of their brawn. I knew just by looking at the two of them that Deek was going to win. He had already calculated the moves he was going to make. Sam was a show-off and wouldn't be able to keep up with Deek's mind.

Deek had won the toss and had positioned himself on top, his arms wrapped between Sam's ass and right leg. The bell rang and Sam tried to make his first move, but Deek held him firmly in his spot. For the long moment there was absolute silence in the room, and then Deek lifted Sam off his feet, high in the air and held him there.

The men went crazy, especially when Deek calculatingly slammed him on the mat, flew between his legs and planted his cock in his ass. Two minutes hadn't even elapsed since the bell had rung.

But Deek wasn't done yet. He grabbed Sam's legs and with his shoulders pushed them high in the air. Lifting his ass off the mat Deek practically folded Sam in half all of this with his cock still buried to the root in Sam's ass. With his legs in an A stance he started stroking in and out of Sam. Without any pretense Deek grabbed on to Sam's cock and began stroking him with the same motion as his cock was moving in and out of his ass. The crowds were screaming for them to cum, but Deek wasn't going to cum until Sam did.

A hand touched my shoulder, causing me to jump, just as Sam's forced orgasm started shooting cum all over his face, Deek followed suit and unleashed his orgasm spraying his hot cum deep in Sam's ass.

"What are you doing here?" I turned to see a naked Bud Fisher standing next to me, a look of concern on his face. I didn't know who was more panicked or surprised – me or him. All I knew was I didn't have any words to even answer him.

"You need to come with me right now."

"No...I don't" I said, breaking the hold he had on my arm.

The announcer's voice boomed again directing our attention away from each other. "Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that we have some fresh new blood in the house. Tonight for your viewing pleasure are the newest submissives in training....."

"Submissives?" I asked.

"Please Scott, please come with me. Michael will be here in a little while. He'll explain everything to you up there."

The announcer introduced four men, then a drum roll sounded and the announcer blared "And if you want tall, dark and handsome please feast your eyes on Tyrone." A huge black man walked onto the stage. Just as the announcer had said, he was handsome, with a cock that was long and thick. He flashed the crowd with a sincere smile, and then for the fun of it rotate his hips until his cock started swinging in circles.

"Gentlemen, I have it on good authority that Tyrone L O V E S to suck cock, so much so that he is willing to show the highest bidder." Men started screaming bids, each wanting to win the right to stand on the stage and be sucked by the big black submissive.

Bud grabbed my arm and started walking me away out of the room. Another man dressed in a pristinely white T-shirt and white pants handed Bud a towel wrap which he promptly wrapped around himself. Together the two of them, flanking me on either side, walked to the elevator which was already open and waiting for us. Once inside the man in white punched in a code and together the three of us rode in silence up to Michael's apartment.

It didn't take long for panic to set it.



The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 03



(Authors Note: This is the 11th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03,04,05. Scott Ch01,02

Please bear with this chapter, it's not the strongest, but it's necessary to build the storyline for the chapters to follow.) 

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Michael had tried calling Scott to let him know he had arrived earlier than scheduled but didn't get an answer. Figuring he was out for a run or in the shower he left a long elaborate message of everything he planned to do to him the minute he saw him. Within a minute of hanging up his phone rang, he pressed talk even without checking who was calling.

"Hey, you get my message?" He said in a deep sexy tone.

"Michael, it's Bud, where are you?" His voice was filled with panic.

"I just landed. I'm on the bridge on the way in town. What's up?"

"Scott's here at the brownstone, somehow he got into the opening festivities."

"Fuck!" was all Michael seemed to be able to say. Bud's panic wasn't anything near as the gut wrenching panic that suddenly ripped through Michael. "Go get Eric, then the two of you take him to my apartment, I'll be there as quickly as I can." Clicking off the phone Michael told the driver to get to the brownstone faster than he had ever gotten anyplace before in his life. 

Michael didn't even want to think about what he was about to face. When he initially made the decision to not tell Scott everything that went on in the brownstone, he was convinced it was the correct thing to do. The reality was he didn't want Scott to have to go through what he did when he first met Charles. He remembered how painful it had been for him. Michael didn't want that for Scott, he wanted their relationship to be separate from anything the brownstone stood for.

He knew he needed to tell him, and had planned to do it while they were away over the weekend, but now those plans were gone and he had to face him under a totally different circumstance.

Scott was standing by the window, watching more men entering the brownstone when he heard the elevator ping. He had hoped he would have been calmer, but the confusion of what he had witness and then being so humiliatingly removed from the area had sent him over the edge. "What is this place?" He asked in a monotone voice once he knew Michael was within earshot. He continued staring out the window not bothering to turn around and look at him.

"Scott, I promised you from the beginning that I would always be honest with you." He voice copied Scott's as he told him. He walked up behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. Scott shook them off and moved away from him. Knowing how his body could betray him he didn't want to be anywhere close to him.

"Cecil was a brilliant man, but he had his demons about him. The first was that as married as he was and dedicated to his family, he was also very sadistic and had a love of BDSM. That's what they called it back then today it's called Dominance and submission or D/s. He also liked his "slaves" to have big cocks. He didn't care what their body type was, just as long as their cock was big and thick. In 1955 he bought the brownstone and decided to open a club that catered to rich, well hung, men that like to partake in sex with other men. Not only did he want the private club you saw on the main level, but he wanted a place where he could indulge in his sexual preferences. Cecil was known as the Head Master, and he was. He was an extremely brutal Master that loved to inflict pain on others. The club has evolved throughout the years, but the basic premise remains, you have to have enough money, a big enough cock and enjoy men."

"So it's a sex club where men can abuse other men?" Scott asked in a bewildered tone.

"No...it's not like that...it's a place where men can enjoy each other. Everyone that partakes does so willingly. No one is forced to do anything they don't want to do."

Scott simply shook his head. "Tell me more." He needed to know, needed to understand and maybe with Michael's words it would calm him down and he think rationally. "There are 6 levels to the brownstone. On the second lowest level is the dungeon, where Masters can scene with their submissives. Down one level from the dungeon is where the submissives live. At current time there are 55 submissives and 20 Trainers living on property. "The level where you were is the lounge and staging area. The lounge is for the men that just want to relax, maybe get a blow job or some straight vanilla sex with a submissive. The staging area is used mainly on Saturday nights for things like the wrestling match you just saw, auctions and special occasions. The floor underneath us is like a large dormitory for men that want to spend the weekend here. There are private rooms and another larger area, for weekends like this that can accommodate 50-60 beds."

"And what role do you play here?" Scott asked in a sarcastic tone.

"I own the brownstone now and...being the owner technically makes me the Head Master. Cecil, Charles and now me."

"And why didn't you tell me anything of this?"

"I was going to tell you, I had planned on telling you this weekend...I...I...wanted you to feel comfortable with everything before I told you..."

"Oh yeah Michael, this makes me feel very comfortable, let's treat the man like he's a baby and coddle him until he's man-enough to be told the truth -- yeah Michael, that was a smart move on your part."

Scott had hoped that he could understand everything enough to calm down but instead he was getting more and agitated every time Michael opened his mouth. He wondered why he was even there. All Michael had to do was point a finger and he could have anyone he wanted. In an effort to stay as calm as he could he took a couple of deep breaths before he began speaking again. 

"I just don't know what to say Michael. I mean I suspected that you weren't a man that did without, but I never saw any of this coming."

A thought...a fleeting thought passed through his head and Scott paled momentarily.

"Michael...from what I saw none of these people practice safe sex - isn't there a health issue within these walls? Hell, I know we sure as shit didn't..." Scott's chest tightened more at the prospect that he had unprotected sex with someone that so copiously slept around.

"Please trust me Scott when I say this, we go to extreme lengths to make sure there is never a chance of any type of disease entering this house. In the history of the house there has never been a case of any sexually transmitted disease. Everyone in here is strictly monitored, and since they are primarily married men that are looking for a retreat to indulge in their particular vices they are more careful than anyone else. New members are not allowed to have unprotected sex for the first six months they are here. All submissives are virgins when they come to the brownstone. They are prescreened before they are even allowed in the door. They don't even get to touch anyone for the first 90 days they are here and don't have any anal contact for the first six months. Everyone and I mean everyone -- from the person that cleans the toilets to myself gets screened every thirty days. We also have a full time doctor on staff at all times."

"I didn't get screened." Scott said emphatically. There was a dead silence in the room. Michael had taken a seat on the sofa, head in his hands. It was now his turn to be unable to look at Scott.

"Michael...I repeat...I didn't get screened...." Scott's mood had moved from anger to panic as he paced in front of him "Michael...please...please tell me what I'm thinking isn't true..." For the first time since he had known him Michael couldn't look him in the eye. 

"NO!" Scott sobbed, "No...You had no right... to do... that...to me."

Scott was being torn between blind rage and unimaginable pain. He didn't know what to do. When they first met Scott had felt so naïve and inexperienced and trusting Michael had helped him overcome those feelings. He had gone with him blindly and believed in him explicitly.

"Please tell me what I can do to make this right." Michael begged.

Scott lost it. "RIGHT?" he screamed. "Don't even think that any of this can be made right. How can you make something right that broke laws and violates everything I believe in personally? No Michael you can't make this right."

"Please Scott....."

"NO!" He yelled. "Don't say another fucking word..." He tried to speak, but the words choked in his throat, he hadn't realized until that moment that tears were streaming down his face. . He couldn't remember any time in his life that he ever cried. Every emotion he had ever bottled up inside of him was suddenly released with a vengeance. "I trusted you Michael, I trusted that when you told me you wanted a relationship based on trust and respect you wouldn't lie to me. You said you wanted us to be friends, well friends don't do things like that."

"No...Scott...I promise you...I didn't mean ...."

"Fuck you Michael. Fuck you and all your lies. And fuck this house and everything it stands for." On the way out of the apartment he took the watch Michael had given him and threw it on the hall table.

Then there was silence. Michael couldn't move. 

It was happening again, just like it had happened with him and Charles. How could he have been so wrong about not telling him? 

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

I left the brownstone with no place to go. Going home was out of the question. I didn't want to face the reality of my life by walking through my front door and being confronting by Tina again. So I just walked around the city until I came across an all night diner. The waitress, instead of being appreciative to have a late night customer, appeared perturbed to have to wait on someone, especially when I only ordered coffee.

In an effort to earn her appreciation I took out my money clip, peeled off two one hundred bills and told her to keep the coffee coming. She was instantly transformed.

I leaned my head back against the booth taking several deep breaths to try and calm myself. It would have worked too if it hadn't been for my damn phone which hadn't stopped ringing since I left the brownstone. I knew all the calls would be from Michael, I just didn't want to hear anything he had to say. Despite that, I took my phone out and began scrolling through the call log when I noticed a phone call from Bud. I hit the return call button without bothering to listen to the message.

"Where are you?" He asked. 

"I'm okay." I answered numbly.

"I didn't ask how you are. I asked where you are you fucking smartass."

"Who's asking, you or him?"

"Damn it Scott, I'm concerned I, me, Bud Fisher, wants to know where you are!"

Just then the waitress came over to check my coffee needs, without even thinking I just handed her the phone and told her to tell the nice man on the other end where exactly I was. A half an hour later, a now fully dressed Bud Fisher was sitting across from me. Before he could say a word I told him this was the most expensive table in town and the price to sit at it was $200, which he begrudgingly took from his wallet and handed to the waitress, who filled a cup for him. He added an extra $100 to leave the pot on the table and not disturb us again unless we called for her. "You are the only person I know that goes to an all night coffee shop instead of a bar when things get tough." He said in an effort to lighten the mood.

"How much do you know?" I asked him after choosing to ignore his humor.

He shrugged his shoulders "I've known Michael for years, not only through the brownstone but also as a business associate, so when I heard he was looking for a M&A attorney I recommended you. He mentioned to me last week that he felt a connection to you."

"I know that feeling" I said. "I never imagined that my life would change in such a short period of time. Everything I ever knew about myself or thought I knew about myself seems to be very muddled right now...and I'm feeling very lost and so very confused. And you? You too Bud? I would have never..."

Bud thought for a long time before speaking.

"Scott, My sexuality isn't what I'm concerned about right now. It's you. I don't know what went on between you and Michael. If you want to tell me I will listen, if not I totally understand...."

"He told me he wanted to know me better, to be my friend. He convinced me that I could talk to him about anything." I said trying to put the last week into a more painless synopsis.

I looked at Bud and suddenly my mouth couldn't stop spewing words as I told him every intimate detail of my time with Michael, how he had called me that Friday night, the drive to Pound Ridge, talking the entire night, and then how he kissed me the first time. I shut my eyes and wanting to relive that innocent moment again. 

A noise in the background cleared my mind and I opened my eyes again. Bud was just sitting patiently waiting for me to continue. "I'm sorry...anyway needless to say we spent the entire weekend together. It was a mixture of new adventures, sexual awaking and unsurpassed romantic gestures. He made me feel so special, like I was the most important thing in his life. "He left for Washington on Monday and was supposed to be back sometime tonight. I decided to surprised him and be waiting for him at the apartment when he got there. Only I didn't realize until I got there that I didn't have the elevator code that's how I ended up on that floor and, well you know the rest.

"After you left me alone with Michael he told me about the brownstone...Bud, I can't fathom why he would want to be with someone like me, a confused heterosexual that has zero sexual experience, when he could have anyone that sets foot in that place."

Bud smiled and took a deep breath before speaking. "My sweet naïve little protégé, Michael doesn't want anyone at the brownstone, the men at the brownstone are a diversion, that's all. He wants you -- Scott Phillips. If he made you feel like the most important thing in his life, than I can bet my last dollar that you are all of that and more. Michael is a very passionate and dedicated man. He doesn't care about your sexual inexperience he saw way beyond that before he ever made his first move. And Scott, I think you and I both now know that confused heterosexual thing is a little clearer to you after everything that has gone on lately."

I just shrugged my shoulders not willing to commit to anything.

"I'd like to tell you how I came to be at the brownstone, maybe in some way it will help, may not...."

"I'd like that. The more I know maybe I can understand these things better."

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

Bud was a first year law student the summer he clerked for Robert Chapman. He chose Robert's law firm for two reasons, one it was a smaller firm and he figured he would be able to get real hands on experience and two, it was in Boston, just a few miles from his law school -- Harvard. He wasn't like most of the other law students who preferred to spend their summers clerking at larger firms in Washington and New York. No, he loved Boston and wanted to stay in this oh so familiar city as long as he could. Robert Chapman was handsome man that always made his presence known with his dynamic and domineering personality. Bud figured that was why he was a successful as he was. Not too many people had the courage to cross Robert Chapman -- in or out of the courtroom. After a few weeks of working with him Bud decided he wanted to be just like him.

One Saturday afternoon Bud decided he wanted to finish up on some research he had been working on for Mr. Chapman. He knew there would be people at the office since they were working on the biggest case the firm ever had taken on before. He figured he could just slip in and hide himself away in the in-house law library Mr. Chapman so generously provided so he wouldn't get in anyone's way. 

It was past eight when he finally finished the brief he was preparing, he put the books away and was preparing to leave when he heard voices coming from the conference room. Silently he walked over and looked through the cracked door. He saw Mr. Chapman immediately. His was standing, half-turned towards the doorway, with an expression on his face Bud had never seen before. Mr. Chapman looked down and Bud followed his eyes until he saw what Mr. Chapman was looking at -- a man on his knees his mouth filled with Mr. Chapman's cock.

"Oh yeah...you love sucking my cock...you are such a good cock sucker...I love sluts that suck cock like you do..." he kept mumbling enjoying every moment of pleasure this man was bringing him. Bud was beside himself. He had never witnessed, anything like that before. He also had never heard anyone talk like that before, so dirty, so enticing...it was such a turn on. He never spoke to anyone about sex before but admittedly he fantasized a lot...and even though he had his share of fantasies about making love to women, there were the deep dark ones that revolved around men, doing things like he was looking at right now. 

Mr. Chapman was holding the man's head, stroking his cock in and out of his mouth. He never stopped talking to him, telling him how good his mouth felt, how he was a born cocksucker...words that were making Bud's cock harder and harder. "Oh fuck...you are going to make me cum..." he groaned pulling his cock from the man's mouth. He stroked it one last time before shooting a large wet load over the man's face before shoving it back in his mouth and finishing himself off.

"Oh yeah...keep sucking me, drain me dry." He whispered in a lecherous tone.

Bud was beside himself. He rushed from the hallway into the bathroom. It took less than a minute for him to shoot the best load he ever remembered having. His cock was even still hard, but he knew he needed to leave. There was always later...he knew the images of what he saw would remain with him forever.

Two nights later Bud was working in late in the library when Mr. Chapman approached him. "I read the brief you submitted," he said sitting uninvited at the table, "it was very good. You did your research, your facts were well presented...I am very impressed, so much so I want you on some of the cases I'm working on."

Bud was elated. Not only to be able to work directly with Mr. Chapman, but somewhere deep inside of him he hoped maybe there would be more. 

It was late the following Friday that Bud finally found himself alone with Mr. Chapman. He had been in court all day and it was well after six in the evening before he returned to the office.

Bud had stayed just in case Mr. Chapman needed anything from him -- anything at all. He waited patiently for him to read over the briefs he had completed. When he was done Mr. Chapman gave him a curt nod and told him that was all.

Bud was disappointed. He milled around at his desk for a few minutes, hoping that maybe Mr. Chapman would want him for something else, but after twenty minutes he made the move to leave.

"Oh Bud..." Mr. Chapman called from his office. "One last thing..."

Bud walked into his office. Robert Chapman was standing in front of his desk leaning his against it in a relaxed manner. 

"Sir?" Bud asked walking in slowly.

"I think you wanted something else?" Mr. Chapman half asked, half stated.

"I'm not sure I understand Sir." Bud said innocently, after all how could he come right out and say he wanted to suck his boss's cock...it just didn't sound right.

"I saw you the other day...watching me..." Bud's face instantly went beet red with embarrassment. "I liked knowing you were watching...it made my orgasm so much better...that's why I shot my load all over Oliver's face, I wanted you to see it..."

"Sir...I'm sorry....really...I didn't mean..."




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 03



"You want to suck me, don't you Bud? I can see it in your eyes, I can also see it in your pants..." his eyes traced their way down Bud's body landing on his obvious hardon, something Bud could not hide even it he wanted to.

"I do Sir..." he said freeing himself of any guilt he felt over his desires.

"Come here, kneel before me..." It took Bud all of five seconds to plant his body in front of Mr. Chapman. "Oliver was just a passing fancy for me, it's you who that I've wanted since the day you walked into my office..." He slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his more than ready cock out. "Suck it." He said grabbing Bud's head and shoving his cock deep into his mouth. 

Robert Chapman was married, but that didn't stop his desire for men. He liked his men tall, athletic, smart and handsome -- all the qualities that Bud Fisher possessed. He bided his time carefully, knowing that one day Bud would be his.

As Dominate as he was he knew Bud was that submissive. His whole purpose at this time in his life was to gain acceptance and please...and he planned on Bud pleasing him over and over again. The key to being a good Dominate was knowing the pace to take your submissive at. Bud was green, he knew he was a virgin. Two weeks earlier at an all male company outing the subject of sex came up and as they went around the table everyone admitted to what they had done. When they got to Bud, who was the youngest member of the group at a mere twenty-one years old he shrugged and professed that he had been raised in a strict Orthodox Jewish home and sex was something that was never discussed and only did when you were married. Robert was hard instantly listening to him talk. The first night together he let Bud suck him off twice. Bud was eager and proved himself to be a quick learner. A few days later he took Bud to a nice apartment that was half-way between his office and the Harvard campus and told Bud that he had rented it for him.

"I want you to be at my avail whenever I want you" he told him.

In the beginning they were together almost every day neither of them being able to get enough of each other. Robert always was in total control with everything between them. He paid the bills, he decided when they would be together and he initiated the sex. Bud knew very little about sex and knew even less about the type of relationship they were sharing. He also didn't have the luxury of being able to talk to anyone about what was happening in his life. It didn't matter anyway, Bud enjoyed every minute he was with Robert.

Robert started subtly with changing the ways things were between them. One day when he came to the apartment he told Bud he preferred him to be naked and ready for him when he arrived to the apartment. Not wanting to disappoint him Bud acquiesced to his request. The next request he made was that as soon as he arrived to the apartment he wanted Bud to undress him and then kneel before him and suck him until he was hard and ready for whatever he wanted to do that day.

Robert then rationalized that he didn't wanted the sex to become stale between them and insisted that they experiment in things like bondage, toys and spanking -- all of which Bud found extremely thrilling. 

Bud remembered back to the first time Robert took his bare hand to Bud's ass. Bud had lost track of time in the law library and was late getting back to the apartment. Robert had arrived before him and was standing at the front door, fully clothed, arms folded across his chest.

"You are late." He stated emphatically.

"I'm sorry Sir, I lost track...." Bud tried to explain as he hastily removed his clothes and stepped to Robert to remove his. Taking a step away from Bud, Robert remained out of his grasp.

"Today you are going to receive your first punishment. While I prepare for it you will go stand in the corner with your hands laced between your neck and nose pressed into the joint that joins the two walls. You will not move until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

Bud knew immediately that they were starting a new 'game' as Robert called them. Lately the amount of games they played had increased and with their increase Robert had begun to take more and more liberties with him. So far he didn't mind the things they tried, he enjoyed when Robert used toys on him, he liked the butt plug and the vibrators he used on his ass, and he didn't even mind being tied up. 

He wanted to keep Robert happy so it didn't matter to him when Robert insisted that he always be in kneeling position in front of him and that he was to address him as Sir or Master. They were all games and within these games Robert's cock was always hard and always pleasured Bud in one way or another.

Robert made him stand in the corner for close to an hour. Sometimes Robert paced back and forth behind him spouting obscenities at him but mostly he was left to himself, nose to the wall feeling humiliated and sad that he had disappointed Robert so much.

"Come here boy." Robert said finally. Bud almost ran from where he stood to Robert and dropped to his knees before him. "I'm going to spank you boy." He said with smile on his face that seemed to say 'I hope you enjoy this as much as I will'. He had Bud position his body over his. At first he just gently ran his hand over Bud's firm round ass cheeks but then, without any warning he lifted his hand and brought it down across Bud's right ass cheeks. A resounding sound echoed around the room as Bud cried out from the sudden pain. The storm against his ass went on until Robert knew if he took one more slap to the boy he was going to shoot his load prematurely.

Pushing him from his lap he had him get on all fours as he shoved his cock into Bud fire red ass cheeks and drove at him until he had cum twice in the boys ass. Bud's rock hard cock spewed the moment he felt Robert shooting in ass. Nothing could have ever prepared him for the pain he felt or the pleasure he got out of that punishment.

Bud decided he liked this new game and planned on 'misbehaving' as much as he could.

Right before law school started back in January Robert asked Bud to go away with him for a long weekend to New York to a place called the brownstone. On the drive to New York Robert explained exactly what their relationship truly was and how Bud was to behave when they arrived.

Robert told Bud that he was his Master and Bud was his submissive and he would do anything that was asked of him going forward. Bud happily accepted relationship bringing a new level to the sexual pleasures they shared together. The affair with Robert ended when Bud graduated two years later and joined a law firm in New York. Robert simply moved onto a new law student. Within his first year in New York Bud met and married his wife Elaine. For the next twenty years Bud led the picture perfect life, the wife, the kids the house in the suburbs. But when the kids were grown and finally out of the house Bud's urges to be with a man again bubbled to the surface and he made the decision to join the brownstone. His days of being submissive were over he just wanted to be able to enjoy having the company of another man whenever he desired. 

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

"I like to go to the club a few times a week, get a good blow job, fuck a nice tight ass or on a rare occasional I can find a Trainer willing to fuck my ass. It doesn't detract from my life with my family one iota. Every now and then, like this weekend, I go away with the 'guys' which Elaine is perfectly content with. After thirty years of marriage sex isn't the glue that keeps us together and I think that as long as she doesn't know about anything I do, it's okay.

"Scott, more than half the men that belong to the brownstone are there to enjoy the pleasure of another man. Don't dwell on the D/s aspect of the brownstone. We are simply men that enjoy men -- that's all."

I was silent. A part of me understood what Bud was telling me. The more I was learning about these men, the more I understood who I was and where I was going. That didn't diminish my anger about Michael having kept the inner workings of the brownstone and especially the violation of the HIV test without my permission -- something I still couldn't bring myself to speak with Bud about.

"Bud, so many things have happened to me over the past week. I want you to know there is more to what happened between Michael and I than the revelation of the brownstone, things I am not comfortable talking about at this time. I want you to also know that this will not impact my work ethic I will not disappoint you with regards to the Cecil & Company project. But I also can't, at this time, work directly with Michael until I can come to terms with everything that happened." I said. My voice was filled with fatigue as the adrenaline that had kept me going for the past hours slowly dissipated.

"Firstly, I appreciate what you are saying, but that is not why I'm here, I'm here because I need to know that 'you' are okay." he said, "You don't have to worry about Michael I can always take care of him."

"There is a favor I need to ask. On top of everything else that is going on in my life right now things with Tina and me are really complicated and the last thing I need is to have to handle that stress as well. I really need a place to stay for a little while."

"I can make arrangements to have the corporate condo made available to you." 

It was close to five o'clock in the morning by the time we got to the condo. Bud was nice enough to take me to my car where I picked up my weekend bag and to the office to get my laptop and files I would need to work on the project.

The condo was going to become my home, my office and my sanctuary for however long it took. Bud's parting words for me was that I was to relax and reflect.

"Michael is a good man, spend this time away from him to search your soul, I think you will come to see that." *****************

Bud went directly from the condo back to the brownstone. He tried Michael's cell twice before he left a message "You schmuck, I've just spent the past 5 hours with Scott. I'm on my way back to the brownstone. You better have Peyton waiting for me."

Peyton stood outside waiting at the curb when Bud's limo pulled up. "I got your message," he said "Mr. Fisher...I've never seen Mr. Michael like this....it's really bad..."

Peyton wasn't kidding. The first thing that he saw when they entered the apartment was the total destruction that Michael had created. Everything that had the ability to stand upright was toppled over and broken. Food, broken dishes and papers lined the hallways. Michael was tucked into a corner in the living room, naked, kneeling and rocking back and forth. The smell of alcohol permeated the area.

"Is he drunk?" Bud asked.

"Very much so sir."

"He did all this?" "And more sir."

"More? How much more could he have done?"

Peyton showed him the bedroom. The sheets had been pulled from the bed and shredded, lamps and nightstands were overturned and clothes were tossed and piled around the room.

"I think it's safe to say that Mr. Michael has thrown quite a hissy fit." Peyton said not even cracking a smile.

"I'd say," Bud retorted, "Come on help me get him in the shower."

"I tried sir. He kicked me in the balls, and as much as I enjoy pain, it was a little more than I am used to." 

"I'm so sorry. Maybe two people might be better than one we have to give it a try anyway. Come on you take the arms, I'll take the legs."

After stripping off their clothes they were able to tackle a slightly more reserved Michael and get him into the shower. The water brought Michael back to his senses, arousing the anger within him and he began screaming, cursing and trying to punch and kick anything and anyone in his direct sight. It wasn't until he finally exhausted himself again that fell limply into Bud's arms.

"If you'll hold him sir, I'll prepare his bed."

Wrapped in towels, collapsed on the floor, Michael clung to Bud for dear life. "He left me Bud... I was a really really really really bad bad bad boy...and he left me." Michael cried in drunken slurred words, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

"I know Michael I've been with Scott since he left here."

Michael looked at Bud with puppy dog eyes, "you did? Is he all right, please, he has to be okay? I'm so worried about him...I hurt him so badly..."

"He's fine. He's upset. He's angry. But mostly he's scared."

Michael fought to get up, but Bud held him firmly in place. "Scared? I need to go to him...I don't want him to be scared. Let me go I need to see him, you have to take me to him now....please Bud, I have to tell him...."

"No Michael, you need to sleep now, we can talk about this later." 

If Bud thought that Michael would sleep it off and be is old self he was sorely mistaken. It took another hour before Michael fell asleep and Bud was able to slip into his weekend retreat room where his favorite submissive was waiting patiently for him. He had just finished fucking him and was drifting off to sleep when Michael burst into the room and demanded he tell him where Scott was. The submissive that had been lying next to Bud, scared by the appearance of the Head Master scrambled out of the bed to his knees until Michael screamed for him to get the fuck out of the room. 

"Michael, he needs time. I am on top this. He's safe." Bud said getting out of bed with every intention of getting his boy-toy and going back to bed. Right now Michael was infringing on his sexual needs and he was tiring of catering to him.

"NO!" he screamed, "I have to see him. I have to tell him, show him how sorry I am, Bud I can't lose him. Please, you have to help me...I can't lose him...I can't...."

"Michael, first you need to calm down..." He said calmly, hoping his calm manner would in turn calm him down. But Michael stood rigidly in front of him. "Michael you need...."

"Don't tell me what I fuckin' need to do you fucker, I want to know where Scott is, now tell me"

Without ceremony Bud walked up to Michael and punched him square in the jaw. Michael went down, legs splayed across the floor with a shocked expression on his face. "Now...maybe we can talk about this more calmly?" he said shaking his now painful hand.

"Why did you do that?" Michael asked in a hushed tone.

"Let's just say you needed it." Bud stuck his head out the door to the room and told his boy-toy to get an ice pack, a bottle of aspirin and a cup of black coffee. "Now, can we have a normal conversation without you calling me a fucker?"

Michael shook his head and Bud just smiled.

"As I said...Scott is fine, well fine in the sense that he's safe, mentally he's a little fucked up but he'll work through it. I know he's going to be okay because the first thing he said to me was that he didn't want disappoint you by not going through with the project,"

"I don't give a shit about the project," Michael mumbled, the shock of the punch mixed with the alcohol had now ceded to pain. "Fuck the project...."

"You'll do no such thing. Scott needs to do this. It's the connection to you that he can deal with at the moment. I sense that in a way he needs to prove himself to you."

"But I'm the one that was wrong I'm the one that should be proving myself to him."

"Michael, what exactly happened?"

Michael just shook his head, "I fucked up Bud, big big big time fuck up." He just kept shaking his head. Before he could say another word the door open slightly and a hand pushed a tray containing the items Bud had asked for into the room then receded out again. Bud, using his foot, pushed the tray over to Michael who just let it sit on the floor next to him while he told Bud what happened. 

"You know Stan. I use him to background everyone at the brownstone. So I used him to background Scott, even Scott knew that I had done a background on him. Well when Stan presented me with his findings he also informed me that he did a cut and go."

"Cut and go?"

"He 'bumped' into him, his watch supposedly cut his wrist, he gets all over Scott, apologizing profusely, takes out a handkerchief to help clean him up and collects some of the blood in a vile hidden in it."

"And you told Scott about this? Are you fucking crazy?"

"I didn't tell him the specifics, but we were having a heated discussion about the brownstone and I guess I intimated that I knew he was clean."

Bud just stood staring at Michael. "I really wanted to be in your corner for this one Michael, but I have to side with Scott, what you did was ethically, morally and legally wrong."

"Technically I didn't ask Stan to do what he did..." Michael tried to explain but Bud was too fast on the reply.

"But you used the information he gave you ergo you are just as much at fault as Stan was."

"So what do I do?"

Bud just shook his head. There was nothing he could do for Michael. Bud now understood why Scott was as devastated as he was. Although the charges for violation of non consensual testing were limited to 'assault' and/or 'unlawful touching', Bud agreed with Scott that it was a violation of a person's most basic rights. And any violation of anyone's rights are what made the profession of law as important as it was.

"Michael my suggestion to you is to go back to Washington. Put some space between the two of you. I will watch over Scott and help him work through his feelings. If he asks if I know what went on between the two of you I will tell him I do, I will not lie to cover your ass. I will not support nor will I condemn what you did...Michael, the kid cares a great deal for you and most likely will forgive you. But you have to let him do it on his own. If you try and force him you could lose everything."



The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 04



(Authors Note: This is the 12th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04,05 Scott Ch01,02,03

Stay tuned! The best is yet to come!!) 

The alarm clock jarred me from sleep I felt I just fallen into. I rolled over and looked at the clock and wondered why I even bother when I know that it was set to go off at 6 o'clock every morning. Then I realized it isn't the time it's the date I was more interested in. My life had been reduced to the numbers of days since...well since things changed so drastically. Looking at the date I sadly acknowledge that it's now been eleven days. 

The days have all blended into one. Up at six, a long run around the park, a hot shower and the rest of the day and night devoted to work. Either Bud or a first year associate stops by every morning to do the pick-up/drop off thing. I prefer when it's Bud -- at least he's nice enough to bring breakfast and we sit and chat for a little while. Michael's demands have increased tri-fold since he went back to Washington causing almost everyone in the office to be effected by the project on some level. 

Bud has been a broken record constantly asking me how I was and if I was ready to talk. I guess I always said the same thing I'm fine and not yet. Last night, however, when sleep refused to relived me from my angst I realized that I can't continue to live like this anymore that one way or another I have to move on with my life. I just didn't know if that includes Michael or not. It's the same thing over and over again. I get to the point where I want to be with him so badly...then BAM!!!...that fucking invasion of my privacy hits me in the face again. I can't seem to be able to get past it. 

Reluctantly I got out of bed, did the bathroom thing and threw on clothes for my run. I grabbed my running shoes and was walking into the living room when the front door opened. It didn't surprise me. Bud had a habit of stopping by whenever he felt like it. I guess he figured I'd seen him naked he could walk in on me however he wanted.

"Good...I'm glad I caught you before you left for your run." He said unceremoniously without bothering to say 'Good Morning' or asking how I was.

"I'm fine thanks, you?" I said back to him smiling.

"Such a fucking smartass...I have to be stuck with the biggest smartass on this earth." He said and took a seat at the dining room table. "I have a phone conference at nine am, I don't have time to dilly-dally...I need your findings from yesterday."

I ignored him. Work was the farthest thing on my mind. I needed to make changes and get on with whatever I was going to do.

"Bud, I need to know more about the brownstone." I said. 

My words caught him off guard. It was the first time I had mentioned the brownstone since I had left there. He looked at his watch, it was just past seven. He had two hours before he had to get to his meeting.

"You pick the one damn morning I can't sit around and talk...oh well...it doesn't matter, you are more important than Michael...I knew one day you would want to know about it." He stopped for a moment and thought the best way to approach the subject. "What would you like to know?" Before I could even say a word he spoke again, "Scott, the brownstone is filled with so many different types of men, who all want basically the same thing -- the company of another man."

"I understand that. It's the Master/submissive thing I want to know about. Why does one man willing get down on his knees to service another man? And what makes a man, the dominate one, want to have someone cater to his every whim?" "Wow!!! You aren't asking too much. I know I've told you some it -- from my life experiences. What if you were to meet some of the people that partake in the lifestyle? Hear it directly from their point of view. They should be able to paint you a better picture than I can."

"I can't go back there."

"No, I'll bring a few people here. We'll have a little dinner party and you can ask all the questions you'd like."

"I appreciate that Bud. It seems for every question I ask myself there are ten more behind it that are unanswered."

"This is a good sign Scott. I'm proud of you" He was staring at me and it was making me very uncomfortable.

"I really do see why Michael fell for you. If I wasn't such a humble and nice person, and also quite married, I think I would be all over you in a heartbeat. After all, Michael's loss could be my gain." Laughing at his sick sense of humor I chose to ignore what was obviously a come on. I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of sex and Bud in the same vernacular. Prudently I decided to change the subject and went to my office to grab the files I had been working on.

Bud left me a message on my cell while I was out and told me that he had made arrangements to have a Master, his submissive and a Trainer come to the condo at seven o'clock that evening. "I will bring dinner have the table set for five. I'll warn you right now the people that are coming to the condo take their lifestyle very seriously. I want you to see the most extreme aspect of the lifestyle. Every Master is different and most men that go there don't master at all -- they just want to have their cocks taken care of. Master Richard's submissive does not reside at the brownstone, but they are there on a regular basis. For them the lifestyle is a 24/7 thing so don't be surprised at anything that might happen. The Trainer that is coming from the brownstone is a former submissive of Master Richard. I can also tell you that Michael is not involved nearly as much as Richard is, but I wanted you to see how serious it can be..." the message cut off. Bud had used the maximum length allowed for voice messages. He didn't bother to call me back and finish what he was saying. It didn't matter he had peaked my curiosity.

I was both excited and apprehensive about spending an evening with these people. I had spent the afternoon on the internet absorbing everything I could about the D/s lifestyle in the male community. Most of it was very extreme, filled with steroids fueled muscular men, lots of leather, worn construction boots and brutal tortures carried out on 'unsuspecting' men. 

After my short foray at the brownstone I didn't sense that it was like that, but I had only seen a snippet of what went on there, as Michael told me there were many levels to the place.

Bud had already confirmed, and I got the impression from the few conversations we had that the brownstone took pride in catering to men's more basic needs more than taking things to outermost limits. I wondered why he had decided to show the extreme aspect instead of something more middle of the road. Could it have been so simple as by showing me the worst it could everything else was quite, how does it go -- vanilla? Bud arrived at 6:30 and had everything ready by the time the doorbell rang promptly at 7pm. Richard entered, looking nothing like the overblown image I had created in my mind. I estimated him to be closer to Bud's age, in his mid to late fifties. He was dressed casually in black slacks and a polo shirt that only served to amplify his well maintained muscular physique. I could tell by his graying buzz cut hair and the way he carried himself that he definitely had military in his background, and it wasn't until much later that I found out he was a former Marine General. Following close behind him was his submissive, Kei, a delicate looking Asian man who immediately removed his too big overcoat only for me to see that he was naked beneath it. He immediately knelt at his Master's feet and didn't move until Richard did. John arrived less than a minute later.

John too was dressed casually, his clothing mirroring Richards's only in different colors, almost like he called Richard ahead of time to find out what he was wearing. Looking at the variety of men that were in the room I hadn't realized until that moment that all my life my attentions were drawn to men. Whereas most men have gazed upon women, appreciating their beauty, I welcomed the sight of a good looking man. And John fit that bill to the max. He was mouthwateringly handsome, with a raw sex appeal that radiated from deep within him. He greeted Bud cordially and ignored that fact I was standing next to him, he didn't even give me a fleeting glance. His attentions were centered on Richard and there was barely a minute that his eyes didn't leave him. "I hope you don't mind my submissives' lack of clothing," Richard said to everyone, "he has been trained to be ready for me at all times." Kei kept his eyes cast downward.

Bud took care of introducing me to Richard and John, who out of ingrained good manners shook my hand. Somehow I got the impression that the only reason he was there was to be close to Richard. Kei, Richard's submissive was not introduced. Bud later told me that since Kei was a possession of Richard's it was up to him if he wanted me to be introduced to him.

Richard shook my hand, holding on to it longer than the actual handshake immediately making me uncomfortable. His eyes pierced into mine almost like he was trying to hypnotize me. My eyes zoned in on his face, alternating between his forehead and his nose in an attempt to avoid contact with his eyes. Knowing that I was looking at him he licked his tongue over his teeth, gapping his mouth open for an instant. I pulled my hand away and turned back to Bud, much to Richard's displeasure, breaking his gaze and his attempted hold over me.

"Nice to meet you Scott," he said in low husky voice. I saw you at the brownstone a week or so back, at the weekend in the wild and wondered who you were -- such a lovely boy all by himself hiding in shadows. I was pleasantly surprised when Bud called me today to invite me to meet you." 

I don't know why but for some reason an image of a vampire trying to entice into me in his evil trap so he could suck my blood (and make me his) flashed through my head. This was a man that didn't bother to hide his lascivious side and I found myself inching away from him. 

"Master Richard is a true Master. There aren't many like him anymore." Bud whispered to me as we walked to the dining room, I think in some way Bud was jealous of him. "John was his possession for close to seven years until Master Richard moved on to Kei, but John will always be subservient to him, and on occasion Master Richard still uses him. It was Master Richard who chose who would be here this evening."

In the dining room, out of respect I offered Richard the seat at the head of the table. The adage 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' came to mind -- I wanted to keep Richard close enough that I would know what he was doing at all times. He wasn't a man you wanted to turn your back on. John sat to his right. Bud and I were on the other side of the table. Richard made a point of having me sit to his left side. Kei, his submissive, served the dinner and knelt next to Richard at his beck and call. At one point during the meal Richard leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You really are quite beautiful." Moving away from him I looked away without saying anything. There was light conversation around the table, which Richard didn't take part in. His attentions were centered on me, watching my every move.

"Bud tells me that you are our beloved Head Master's newest interest." Richard stated bluntly after we had finished eating and Kei had served us coffee. His contemptuous tone also let me know that he held Michael in low regard and disrespected him by speaking about him in such a low manner. I didn't really know how to respond to his statement, so I just let it pass with a nod of my head. 

"And this is your first man-on-man relationship?"

Again I shook my head. There was a long pause before out of the blue Richard slammed his hand down on the table making everyone jump and focus our attention on him. 

"Boy, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not used to people nodding or shaking their head at me. We were given the ability to speak so that we can communicate with each other. If I wanted someone to nod to me all night I could go to the zoo and watch a fucking chimpanzee nod just as good as you can." His voice was firm and although he wasn't yelling at me he was speaking loudly enough that I went beet red with embarrassment.

"I am sorry sir," I found myself saying. Fuck this man knew how to get my attention!

"That's better. At least I know you have the ability to speak. Now where was I? Yes, I remember now...Michael...do you still have a virgin ass?"

His question caught me totally off guard. "Sir?" I asked, not sure what he was asking me or why.

"Hmmm, either you don't understand English or my words were too difficult for you. Let me try it this way...DID HE FUCK YOU IN THE ASS?" he spoke in a loud voice enunciating each word, reciting them staccato in such a patronizing manner l felt like a total moron. 

Lowering my head I respond in as calm a tone as I could muster, fighting my A-type personality to stay calm and not tell the asshole to fuck off.

"No sir, he did not." 

He didn't say another word until we moved from the dining room into the living room. It was such an odd feeling to have four people sitting not able to speak until they were spoken to by Richard. I saw the control that he commanded, and as humiliated as he made me feel there was definitely a part of me that for some unknown reason felt excited and looked forward to how the evening would progress. His command over both Kei and John was phenomenal. No matter what he said or how he acted they responded to him with indisputable respect and something else -- maybe love. They moved silently fulfilling his every order and seemed to be able to anticipate his needs before he said anything. Sitting on the brown leather rolled arm chair, like it was his own personal throne, Richard instructed John to go to the car and get his bag then assist Kei with cleaning up the dinner dishes and remain in the kitchen until he called them back in the room. Without saying a word he left the room leaving just the three of us.

"Putting my Master side away for a moment, I appreciate you letting us visit your home this evening Scott. I know that you have a lot of questions and I will attempt to answer as many as I can. Bud mentioned that you have questions about the lifestyle many men at the brownstone, including myself, have chosen to lead and how the brownstone plays into it. I will do my best to try and answer any questions you might have...but before we begin I was curious...are you considering entering into a submissive lifestyle?" Richard had leaned back in the chair with his legs crossed his long index finer running slowly across his lips.

"I'm not sure I am submissive material sir." I said almost chuckling. Was I?

"Oh I totally disagree with you." There was a brief pause until Richard stared right at me and told me to stand up. I don't know why but I stood, maybe because I was scared of him yelling at me again. Unfurling his long legs Richard stood up and walked a close circle around me. "You truly are a fine piece of man...that ass of yours has been keeping me hard all night...you keep yourself in good shape and I did my research on you, your intelligence and IQ are off the charts...very nice...I am extremely impressed with you" his hand drifted lightly across my back as he spoke in a low sexy voice that made the hairs on my arms stand up. 

"Now...why did you stand up when I told you to Scott?" he didn't wait for me to answer he just kept talking, "because you liked having someone take the decision making out of your hands. You like being told what to do. You listened to my voice, trusted me enough to do what I told you to do and did it. That is what a good submissive does..."

"I..." I started to speak but couldn't find the words and just stammered. Was he right? Before Michael the two men I had sucked took any decision making options away from me. For the pleasure of being able to suck their cocks I happily handed over the power to them -- albeit for a brief amount of time.

"Out of respect for Michael I will not touch you but while I am here I am the Master while under this roof." He announced. "Since you are still a virgin I cannot think of you as anything but a boy, so that is how you will be addressed. You will address me as Master Richard or Sir." He was standing behind me so closely I could feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. "I can make you into the man you want to be...and you will love every minute of it. Look at Kei and John how they worship me, why do you think that is...because I bring out the best in them..." He whispered in my ear before pulling away from me. Without pausing he called Kei and John back in the room instructing Kei to undress him and service his cock. I couldn't help but feel that I had something to do with the state of his erection. His cock was thick but wasn't nearly the length of mine. Even though I didn't have any real desire to be with another man other than Michael I did allow myself a brief, few second, respite to imagine what it would be like to have such a perfect looking cock sliding down my throat. 

I could feel Richard's eyes on me and knew he was imagining me on my knees doing just that. 

As soon as Richard was undressed John took his clothes off and knelt before Richard letting him view his now hard cock -- another stunning thick rod with a bulbous head. A thick bead of pre-cum capped the head and I found myself licking my lips. Suddenly I felt like a diabetic in a candy store. 

My secret was still in my pants, but somehow I knew before the night was out these men would know it. Then, as if he read my mind...

"It is proper decorum when a Master has shed his clothing for all about him, out of respect, remove their clothing as well." Richard said slowly, licking his tongue over his lower lip and staring at me the whole time. Whether he was being truthful of not, Richard wanted to see me naked and was willing to do anything to succeed. I might have been sexually naïve, but this man was most definitely was lusting after me.

Bud was the first to get up and take off his clothes, leaving me the only person still dressed. I felt like it was due or die time for me. Thinking about all the men at the brownstone that walked around naked, like it was nothing, and how comfortable I was with Michael walking around naked I realized that it was no big deal. Richard had already said that he wouldn't touch me, but did I want to really do this? 

"Well boy? Are you going to respect me or not?" Richard said interrupting my thoughts. 

Slowly I stood and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I kicked off my shoes, bent down and took my socks off. I painstaking took my time to make sure every eye in the room was waiting for the unveiling. Richard seemed to be salivating waiting for me to show myself. Unzipping my jeans I hesitated a moment before taking both the jeans and my underwear off. An eerie silence fell over the room as everyone in the room fixated on me -- well really on my now very hard cock. I held it in my hand and stroked it lightly, letting everyone have a nice long look. If I thought it was possible, Richard's passion had now turned into overwhelming desire. His mouth gaped open and he had pushed Kei away from his cock. Taking his own cock in his hand he began stroking it to match my movements' stroke for stroke. Both Kei and John sat stunned, they had never seen their Master act in this manner before.

"I always appreciated Michael cock and now to find another one that is just as perfect as his - fuck he's is one lucky sonofabitch...oh what I could do to a cock like that..." He hissed. Shaking his head he finally stopped staring at me and ordered me to stop touching myself. 




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 04



"It's time I show you what it means to be a Master. Since you are not my submissive you may sit on the couch but I insist that you keep your legs spread so I may see your cock at all times."

"Why is it important that you be able to see my cock all the time?" I asked innocently, even though I suspected I knew why.

Richard looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language until it finally dawned on me that he had told me I was to address him as Sir or Master Richard. I quickly said "Sir" and without hesitation he began to answer me.

"When a submissive is mine they give up their rights to everything about themselves. So in essence their cock becomes my cock. If I choose that I want to be able to see your cock at all times, then that is my right...and that cock of yours is too lovely a sight to be kept hidden away." Silently I laughed to myself. This man wanted something that never would be his and for some odd reason there was a part of me that was now enjoying teasing the crap out of him.

"But I am not your submissive and yet you have insisted that I do something for you...um...sir" I knew I was trying his patience, and having fun doing it, but I also really wanted to understand the psychology of what this lifestyle entailed.

"And yet you have complied -- now who is the fool?" he snapped back gawking at my spread legs.

"You are correct...sir." I said sliding my butt back on the couch and crossing my left leg over my right giving Richard a defiant smile. Something, a fleeting movement, caught my eye and for the briefest second I glanced over at Kei who smiled briefly before resuming his muted behavior. "Well...I guess we've settled that matter." He said. "So I'll continue on then...Being a Master is more than control. It's about learning your limits and having the ability to take another person to limits they didn't know they had."

"Sir, do you define limits as pain levels?"

Richard appeared to be impressed with my question. "Some limits yes, when I am exerting my will over a submissive I have to know when to stop and I also have to know how much they can take. But there are other limits. For example, tonight at dinner I wanted to see what your limits were. I humiliated you in front of your guests and just from your facial expressions I knew when I had reached your limit so I back down. As for me, I had come to my limit, because I didn't want to be too bad a houseguest and not be invited back to your lovely home again." As if on cue everyone laughed.

"So that covers the limits of humiliation. The last limit is the limit of subservience. Some people say that they replaced the word slave with submissive because it seemed a more acceptable term. I totally disagree, a submissive is someone that willing submits to my every desire. I set a limit to my desires, and I push their limits to submitting to me. A slave has no choice in the matter. They are forced to accept whatever is put on them. I do not force anyone to do anything they don't want to do." He paused and looked at me, his eyes piercing into mine again, "But I'm very good at convincing them to try new things and working with them until they see things my way." 

Again he was licking his long, almost obscene tongue over this bottom lip never breaking eye contact with me. "I abhor slavery. That is one limit I have set for myself. I guide my life by the limits I set...and truthfully that is what makes me a perfect Master and as far as I'm concerned the best Master." A part of me wondered if I needed to go open a window to allow more room for Richards' ego.

The more Richard spoke the more I saw not only that ego but the passion he had for this lifestyle. I wanted to open my mind and respect him just for standing by his convictions so strongly but I still wasn't convinced that Richard was everything he was saying he was. The room was dead quiet listening to him. We were all getting a glimpse into a world most people didn't know about.

"Sir, I know that all people are different, and everyone enjoys different things. But I just can't put my arms around why anyone would enjoy having pain inflicted on them or being humiliated."

"I like your questions boy, these are all questions that people want to know the answers for but are always to afraid to ask. There are two parts to this so let's start with the submissive end. Before a person becomes a submissive they have already asked and hopefully answered the question 'is this the lifestyle I am seeking?' John is a fine example. When I met him he was almost nineteen. He loved his family very much but also told me he grew up in household filled with rules that were always obeyed. Most people would think that would drive him in a different direction, but for John he found a certain feeling of comfort in submitting to me. The strictness of my Mastering gave John the comfort he missed." "Why did it end?" I asked.

"That is personal between John and me. I am the type of Master that takes the bonds of commitment between a Master and submissive very seriously. In all my years as a Master I have only taken on three full time submissives. Years earlier I had a submissive names Brian. After Brian I decided I wanted the flexibility of having different submissives serving me, that is why I've always like the brownstone so much. But when John came along I knew that he was just about as perfect as can be and took him as mine. When he committed himself to me I placed a gold ring on his finger to seal his complete devotion to me. We might not share the materialistic ring any more, but we are still bound spiritually and always will be. Am I correct John?"

"Yes Sir." John said...almost lovingly. 

"Now my Kei here is an entirely different story and one few will ever hear." Richard said. He patted Kei on the head, like he was his beloved pet dog and had him stand and walk around the room showing off his body. Kei couldn't have stood more than 5'2 or weighed more than 100 lbs, which among the other men in the room who were well over 6'0 tall made him seen even smaller. The thing that stood out the most on him was the cock he toted between his legs. It was unusually large but perfectly shaped and it didn't seem to fit his tiny stature and like John he had stayed hard the entire evening. I made a mental note to ask Richard about that.

"Like you," Richard continued, "I was shocked the first time Kei stood naked before me and I saw his lovely cock. My Kei is every man's dream come true." He cupped Kei's chin in his oversized hands and gazed down on him. There was a reverence about Richard's desire to possess men.

Releasing his chin Richard stood. Kei rose up on his knees and without ceremony Richard sunk his hard cock deep into his mouth and before we knew it Kei's lips were wrapped flush against his skin as he looked devotedly up to his Master. Richard held himself, deep in the Kei's throat most likely cutting off his air supply, for at least a minute before pulling himself out. Kei showed no emotion whatsoever. Instead I found myself breathing hard trying to get more air into my lungs. "There are many traditions a Master holds to. In my world, as a Master, I will not take on a submissive whose ass had been touched by another. To be perfectly honest, I have rejected submissives that have fingered or inserted anything in their ass. Pretty much the only acceptable item that can ever be slipped into a virgin ass is a thin enema nozzle for cleansing purposes." A questioning expression appeared on my face.

"Boy, you have a question?"

"You mentioned enemas? I have never heard of enemas in a sexual context before, I always thought that was something your mother gave you when you were constipated...sir" I could tell Richard was getting tired of my constant disrespect of calling him 'sir' as an after-thought.

"Historically that was what enemas were originally used for but as times have progressed enemas have evolved. Now enemas are used for two purposes in the D/s world. One is for cleansing; a clean ass is a happy ass, and therefore making a happy Master. A submissive that presents himself to a Master that hasn't been properly cleansed can be severely punished. As a Master, I will not place something as sacred as my cock into a dirty hole, not only is it unpleasant, but it is unhygienic.

"Enemas are also used as punishment. There is no worse punishment than being forced to hold a soapy enema, is there my pets?" Both John and Kei readily agreed with their Master.

"I would love to give you a demonstration (licking his tongue over his teeth again), but alas, as I said I will not touch you."

"That is the second time this evening you have said that. Why exactly is that sir?"

"You are Michael's property." He said matter of factly.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I am not anyone's property."

"Boy, in the world I live in you are. Michael is the Head Master of the brownstone and you are associated with him -- therefore you his property. It is inconsequential that something has caused the two of you to be apart at this time. Until you can tell me that you are completely finished with Michael, and I hear it from him as well, I still consider you to be his property."

I was frustrated by his thinking but didn't want to dwell what my relationship with Michael was at the present time and respectfully let the subject drop. 

"I'm still confused sir, why is the ass so important?"

"A Master's cock is sacred unto himself. A Master's cock is to be worshiped. A submissives ass is the temple that houses my cock. It is where I reign supreme. No one may enter or touch my temple as long as I am in control.

"Some Master's don't like their submissives to be touched by anyone else, but I don't mind if another Master or Trainer uses Kei mouth, who is my submissive at the moment, as long as they don't touch his ass. Even a wrongly placed hand on his ass could cause me to separate myself from him for a period of time, until I feel he is worthy of my cock again, or totally end our relationship all together, where I would never touch him again." Richard looked down at Kei who had appeared visibly upset by his words. "Not to worry little one, no one will ever take you from me."

"Now I might not touch your ass...tonight, but that lovely cock of yours that could be a totally different story, before this night is over I might change my mind about that." I know I turned red as again all eyes in the room starred at my cock.

"I know that talking about all of these things is one thing, seeing a Master putting his submissive through his paces is another. If you would like I would be more than happy to demonstrate a couple of things for you."

"I would like that every much sir." My mind slipped back to the lounge at the brownstone, that night I saw the Masters having their cocks serviced by submissives, how at first I thought it was so vile when in reality it was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen.

"So, we were talking about enemas. Would you like to see me administer an enema?"

"Yes please," I paused a moment than added, "sir."

"John will you please go to the bathroom and prepare a 2 qt warm 75/25 while I decide who should be the receiver of my gift."

"Yes, Master." 

"My submissives love my enemas. Both John and Kei have an unusual threshold for pain. You will see how hard their cocks get as they are forced to hold the painful soapy enema."

Five minutes later John was kneeling on the floor in the bathroom, his forehead touching the tile, his ass high in the air. Kei immediately joined him in a similar stance. Master Richard walked between the two, caressing their asses gently, almost lovingly, while he decided.

"What do you think boy? Should I give my gift to Kei or to John?" Thrilled to be making the decision I chose John, there was something about him that made me think he wanted it more.

Kei, showing no signs of disappointment, stepped up as Richard's assistant and prepared John for his enema. "The nozzle I have chosen to use this evening is an anal plug nozzle. It has a one way valve that allows water to in flow in, but not out. These plugs come in various sizes. I have chosen to use a larger size tonight, only because John loves the feeling of his ass being stretched and filled." 

On cue Kei took what I perceived to be a magnum size and handed it me. Made of stainless steel, the unforgiving, heavy in my hand, nozzle was at least eight inches long. It was shaped like a butt plug and had an unyielding circumference that that almost matched that of my own cock. I handed it back to Kei who in turn unceremoniously and without any lubricant pushed it firmly into John's ass, who in turn moaned loudly from the pleasure of his ass being filled, then handed Master the enema hose. 

"The enema that John is going to receive this evening is going to be 75% clear water and 25% soapy. Have you ever had an enema Scott?"

"No sir, I haven't." He detached the hose and let a few drops of the warm liquid drip into my hand. I brought my palm to my lips and tentatively took a taste of the liquid. I immediately made a sour face at the overwhelming soapy taste. 

"Obviously an enema is used as a cleansing agent for the ass. When soap is added to the water it acts as an irritant to the lower bowels, stimulating them to evacuate and therefore cleansing more. The more soap, the more it irritates. The irritation manifests itself in the form of severe cramps and the overwhelming desire to evacuate the fluid that has been administered into the bowel. Only they can't evacuate and so the pain drones on. This little switch controls the flow of water. If I open it a little then water flows through it at a steady pace, but if I open it all the way, the bag has a tendency to empty almost immediately."

As if on cue Richard opened the valve half way and we watched as the bag emptied at a steady pace into John, who had doubled over in pain already from the warm soapy water that had invaded him. 

"Please don't think me unkind," Richard said, "John loves the feeling of two quarts gushing in to him, soapy of not. Isn't that right my pet?"

"Y...yes Master" John struggled to say through the cramping pain. When the bag was empty Richard helped John to a standing position and we are able to see and feel his distorted lower abdomen that was filled with Richard's vicious elixir. I was surprised to see that John's cock was rock hard, dripping and looked like it was going to explode at any minute. Looking around the room I saw that everyone too had hard cocks at the oddly erotic site of the pain being inflicted on John.

"Fear not boy, he will not cum until I allow him to cum. He has been thoroughly trained to control his cock. So he not only feels the pain of the plug in his ass, the enema in his bowels, but his cock is also screaming for release. But my John wants more, don't you John."

"Yes Master." He cried out.

"Yes my pet, I will take care of your ass as well. But first we need to find someone that can receive your precious juices when I finally allow you to cum." He paused for a moment and looked between Kei and Bud ignoring me totally. "I'm sorry boy, but you can't take part in any of these activities...it wouldn't be right." I was seething at his arrogance.

He considered Bud, but not too many members at the brownstone willing got down on their knees and sucked cock -- at least not where others could see them. The honor defaulted to Kei who knelt in front of John and readied himself by opening his mouth and letting John lay his cock on Kei's tongue. 

"Kei is not allowed to give John any pleasure he is only in this position to receive his gift." Richard said. Bud moved behind Kei, holding his arms back preventing him from touching John by accident. 

"John, you will have a ten count tonight, when I reach ten I want you to shoot your load into Kei's mouth, do you understand?"

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Pain was etched across every part of John's face and I couldn't fathom why someone would allow themselves to be put through something like that.

Richard moved behind John. He picked up a thick leather strap and without hesitation landed a slapping blow across John's ass cheeks. In turn John thanked Master Richard and asked him to do it again. A second blow was administered, again John responded. The pain of each inflicted blow was written clearly on John's face but at no point did he ever waiver or beg for Richard to stop him. Every time Richard brought the strap down across John's ass everyone in the room groaned. John from...I guess the pleasure Richard was tendering him, or was it simply the attention. Bud from the memories of days gone by for him when he was the one on the receiving end and enjoying it just as John was. And me from never seeing anything like this before. By the time I heard NINE being yelled out I was almost as delirious as John was. The final blow was cast, Bud grabbed Kei's and held it still as John's cock exploded into his mouth. Spasm after spasm hit the back of his throat and I found myself pinching my cock head to stop myself from shooting my load.

"John, you have one more thing to do before you can release that enema from your bowels." Richard said. "I am afraid my dear friend Bud is going to explode any minute if he doesn't feel that beautiful mouth of yours around his cock. Please service him then Kei will help you evacuate and get cleaned up."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." It took Bud less than two minutes to shoot his load down John throat. 

Again, I was totally ignored.

With a nod of his head John knelt into the bathtub while Kei slowly pulled the plug from his ass. John held his ass cheeks tightly together for a long moment before rising up on his haunches and expelling a long gush of soapy water. His hard cock shot another load of cum as another gush of water flowed out of him. ***************

The next few hours passed so quickly. It was after two in the morning when everyone dressed and left. Bud left first, telling me to sleep in the next morning and that he would call me later in the day. Richard instructed John and Kei to escort Bud downstairs and then wait for him in the limo. When we were alone he shed his Master's persona again and talked to me man to man.

"You are a unique individual Scott. You have a natural ability to be submissive without being trained. I will not lie to you I would very much like you for my own, if you would be willing to leave Michael behind. I'd even let you continue working if you so desired."

"I am honored by your offer Richard, but as interesting as this evening was, I'm not sure what I am capable of at this moment."

He pulled me close to him, his hot breath flared across my face. "I could make up your mind for you if you'd like?" he whispered in my ear and then without warning jammed his tongue into my ear until I had to pull away.

"Thank you Sir, but no, I will make up my own mind and let you know when I have." 

"I get what I want Scott...and I want you...know that...prepare yourself!" I closed and locked the door behind him. I knew already that Richard was going to be a force to reckon with.

Sleep didn't come easily. I had relieved myself as soon as they left but my cock was still hard aching for the release I only wanted Michael to give me. I don't know why I suddenly felt I needed to talk to him. I think a part of me wanted to tell him what I had done tonight in hopes it would hurt him, but I knew deep down inside I wanted to hear his voice. 

I was missing him so much. 

It was close to three in the morning when I picked up the phone and called him. "Please don't say anything" I whispered into the phone. "Let me talk." Michael didn't say anything. The only problem was that everything I wanted to say to him had suddenly left me and I couldn't find the words to speak and all he heard was silence on my end of the phone. "Scott?" Michael asked his voice still deep from sleep.




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 04



"I'm sorry I woke you." I said timidly, regretting my decision to call him.

"No, it's okay, really." I closed my eyes and imagined Michael lying naked his bed. I rested my hand on my chest trying to make believe it was his hand touching me as we spoke.

"Something happened tonight. Bud was here," I paused again wondering if telling Michael everything that happened was the right thing to do.

"I'm listening" I could hear the hesitation and almost fear in his voice.

"He brought some people from the brownstone with him, Richard, his submissive Kei and a Trainer from the brownstone John."

Michael let out a sigh of relief but after a pause asked in an exasperated voice. "Why Scott?" "I needed to understand more."

"I would have told you anything you want to know." I couldn't find the words I wanted to say to him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I was comforted that Michael wanted to know about the evening and started telling him how humiliated Richard made me feel at dinner and how everyone eventually got undressed.

"He wouldn't call me Scott until the end of the evening, he kept referring to me as boy all night, but I realize that to him I am a boy."

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm still a virgin, and in his eyes as long as my ass hasn't been touched I'm still a boy."

"Did he touch your ass?"

Richard's words seeped into my head. I didn't know the hierarchy of things at the brownstone and maybe he was correct, that the simple act of Michael claiming my ass meant more to him than I did. I was suddenly filled with anger that Michael could ask something like that. I was on the verge of hanging the phone up but at the last moment acquiesced and said "No Michael, no one touched my ass." Letting him know I didn't appreciate that he didn't have enough faith in me that he felt he had to ask. "No one would even get close to me...it's like they were scared to. They fear you Michael." Michael didn't say anything for a long time.

"Will you tell me more please?" I could tell he was trying to salvage whatever we had left between us.

I told him how I tried to convey to Richard that I wasn't the submissive type and how Richard, with one little command disproved me. "He talked about John how he became his submissive. I just don't understand why he went with him so easily."

"There are some men that are naturally submissive and are drawn to Masters like Richard. I'm sorry that Bud subjected you to him. He's probably the most extreme Master at the brownstone." "Yes, Bud told me that. He said he wanted to show me the worst it can be...he also said that most men at the brownstone are there just for sexual satisfaction and don't master at all." I stopped speaking for a minute dwelling on Richard. "I still don't completely understand why Richard and John...well you know, broke up." I didn't know the correct vernacular to use. "He told me the reason was personal between John and himself. If I had to guess I think they went past the Master/submissive relationship."

"You are very astute Scott. There were very strong rumors that Richard and John did become lovers, causing them to split from each other. I think they still see each other occasionally. Whenever they do Richard sends Kei to the brownstone. Charles knew Richard long before I came into the picture.

"He was involved with a very wealthy man named Sean. Richard was a few years from becoming a General. He was stationed at the Pentagon. From what Charles told me they had a nice house in Washington and two submissives that served their needs. Richard and Sean were in love with each other but also enjoyed dominating men. Somehow they found an equitable balance in their life. Charles told me that they so good together."

"What happened?"

"Sean was originally from northern Ireland and had gone home for a few days for his father's eightieth birthday. On the way back he stopped over in London for a social event. He was scheduled to fly back on December 21, 1988."

"Oh no!" I sighed knowing that Michael was telling me that he was killed in that Pan Am Flight that was blown up over Lockerbie Scotland.

"Richard was never the same after losing Sean. Sometimes I think he takes his anger out over losing Sean on his submissives...other times I think he tries to emulate Sean because Sean was a sadistic Master that was unrelenting to his submissives. "John was the first man that sparked something in Richard. He fell in love with Richard the moment they met and was willing to do anything to be with him...and please him. But as the years passed he wanted more. Maybe one day Richard will come around." It felt comfortable and natural talking to Michael like this and I burrowed deeper in the bed, letting the warmth of the comforter and Michael words surround me.

"Was there anything about the evening that stood out for you -- good or bad?" Michael asked.

"Just about everything! I saw things I never knew existed before and even though I don't agree with everything it was still really erotic. I think what I liked the most was that everyone was naked and so comfortable about it.

"Richard demonstrated a soapy enema, he used John. The enema was painful to watch, not to say I wouldn't want to try it, but I think I would want to start with something smaller and definitely without soap...oh and a more moderate size butt plug. Richard had John shoot his load in Kei's mouth, but he wasn't allowed to close his mouth around him or give him any pleasure. As he called it, he was just a receptacle. Bud nearly lost it when Richard struck the ten count and John shot his load. Thankfully he got some relief a few minutes later when Richard had John service him. He shot his load so quickly." I was babbling on and on but couldn't contain the excitement over all the new things I had seen and talked about.

"What about you, did you cum?" I could hear an almost feel the jealousy in his voice.

"No, I was pretty much ignored. Everyone shot their loads but me. I took care of myself as soon as they left..."

There was a long pause. I think Michael was choosing his words. I wished I could have said to him that I wished he was here to help relieve the ache I feel -- but I just couldn't bring myself to do that. "How did you feel about that?"

"Michael, I could have cum anytime I wanted to cum. But I wanted to understand what I experiencing, so I let Richard control me...to a point. If he wanted me to wait, I was willing to wait."

"Tell me more please." 

"After the enema we went back into the living room. Richard had Kei get on the ottoman on all fours..." My mind drifted back to the scene that took place...

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"I'm going to milk his cock now boy. I'm going to show you how I can make him cum without ever touching his cock. There are only two times a submissive can't control his orgasm, this is one of them, and I will show the other later. What I'm going to do right now is massage Kei's prostate. As soon as my finger touches him you will see streams of what appears to be pre-cum pouring from his cock, but in reality is called prostate milk." Richard sucked his finger into his mouth and then slowly slid it into Kei's ass. John, kneeling on the floor held a small glass under Ki's cock and within moments a thin stream of this prostate milk was seeping from his cockhead. Kei's little timid voice was moaning loudly as more and more juices streamed into the glass.

"Kei hasn't been milked in close to a month, and hasn't had an orgasm in over two weeks. He'll do a good job filling the glass. For a little man, he packs a full load. Watch how hard his cock is getting. The head almost looks like hard plastic, he wants to cum so badly but he also wants to enjoy the feelings I'm imparting on him and have them go on as long as possible."

Richard slipped a second finger in him and increased the pressure on his prostate. The streams of prostate milk began to thin out as Kei started grunting louder they all knew he was close. Richard added more pressure, his fingers rubbing circles around his prostate. "M...M...Master" Kei screamed a moment later as his cock exploded into the glass, filling it with stream after stream of his cum. "Milk him now John" Richard demanded. John grabbed Kei's cock and started massaging it like a cow's teat milking every drop of cum out of him.

The minute he stopped cumming Richard pulled his fingers out his ass, stood and plunged his cock deeply into him. Scott couldn't believe he was watching a man so close to him fucking another man with such wild abandonment. Kei kept screaming "Thank you Master" over and over again as Richard rode his ass with long deep penetrating strokes. "I'm going to give you my nectar Kei, open your ass to me and take it all." Somehow Richard was able to shove his cock deeper into this little man's hole as he continued to pound him relentlessly until he let out one last moan and shot deeply into Kei's ass. He held himself deeply inside of Kei until John stood beside him and helped him pull his cock out then held the glass to his ass and allowed Master Richard's nectar to drip out of Kei's ass.

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"The whole time I watched this I could imagine myself where Kei was with you behind me, milking me and then fucking my ass." "I want that too Scott." Michael whispered into the phone. "Are you hard now?"

"I am."

"Will you cum for me?"

"I will, but I need to tell you about the rest of the evening, there was more, and you need to hear about everything." Once again I opened my mind to remember every moment that took place hours earlier...

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

Richard retreated to the chair he had occupied all evening after he allowed Kei to drink the combined contents of the prostate milk, Kei juices and Master's nectar. Scott's cock and balls were aching for release and Richard was enjoying making him suffer.

"What are your feelings so far boy?" 

"I am learning a lot tonight sir. I thank you very much for allowing me this opportunity." 

"I have one more thing I want to show you before we leave your humble home." He nodded to John who left the room momentarily returning with a small black leather case.

"Modern technology invaded our lifestyle several years ago. I told you earlier there was two ways that an orgasm can't be controlled. I showed you the manual way, now I will show you the electro way."

"Electro?" 

"Yes, boy.. just sit back and watch."

Kei pulled the ottoman towards his Master and had John lay on his back, who raised and spread his legs until his ass was completely open to Richard. Richard opened the case and took out a small metal bullet shaped object and handed it to Kei to insert in John's ass. Electric probes were attached to the object and John was allowed to let his legs rest back on the ottoman. Next Richard took out what appeared to be a cock shaped harness. "I designed his myself," he told us, "I was tired of putting individual straps and leads on and so I incorporated them all into one unit." 

Kei slipped the harness over John's cock attaching the snaps around his cock and balls while slipping the silicone bands to the base and around the ridge of the head of his cock. Electric leads were pre attached to the harness. When Kei was content everything was in place he handed the leads to Richard who plugged them into a small black box.

"This box is attached to the leads attached the harness at key points on John's cock and ass. The metal item I've placed in his ass is called a prostate stimulator, I'm sure you can imagine what it does. I'm going to start sending slow electrical pulses to the leads. You'll see his cock jump when the pulses reach him, but after that he should be fine. It doesn't hurt. Does it my lovely pet?"

"No Master. It is a very enjoyable." John was relaxed and enjoying not only the sensations of the electro but the attention Richard was giving him. 

Scott couldn't sit still in his seat. He had never seen anything like this before and he wanted a closer look. Richard told him to sit on the ottoman, at John's head and watch as he slowly increased the electricity to the leads. Scott straddled the ottoman and let John's head rest against his leg.

"Right now John is feeling steady pulses to his prostate, his balls, the base of his cock, the ridge and the tip. Slowly I'm increasing the electricity and the feeling or need to cum is going to start growing stronger. By the time I reach maximum my lovely pet should be ready to come off the ottoman and shoot his load."

He continued to increase the electricity to the leads. John's leg muscle were shaking as the urge to cum was becoming primary. Scott saw John's rock hard abs almost dancing as his body shook from the delicious sensations the electro unit was bringing him. His breathing was labored and soon turned into loud long grunts. Scott held his shoulders down as his body shook with the overwhelming urge to cum. John's brain actually felt the orgasm before he came. His body became rigid with repeated screams of 'ahhhhh' echoing around the room as he came. His deep moans continued to fill the room as cum shot out of his cock across his chest up to his chin. Richard kept the machine on high until he was sure John had reach the final peaks of the orgasm, then he slowly turned it down and John was able to relax back on the ottoman. Looking over to Bud, Scott saw he too had shot a second load and cum was dripping off his chest as well.

It was Scott's turn to be beside himself. He needed to cum and Richard knew it and still denied him the offer of relieving himself. 

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

"Scott?" Michael asked after an interminable silence. Words needed to be said.

"I can't live like this too much longer." I blurted out. It felt good to finally say it.

"Then don't, we can be together again..."

"I have to forgive you first."

"Can you do that?" There was such hope in his voice.

"I'm trying Michael." I said pressing disconnect and ending the call. My hard on was gone and I just lay there watching the sun rise.



The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 05



(Authors Note: This is the 13th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03,04,05. Scott Ch01,02,03,04) 

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A week later my phone rang at an abnormally early hour, but knowing Bud never kept to the same schedule I answered it without bothering to check the caller id. On the other end was a man shouting my name.

"Scott....Scott..." He yelled with a thick accent. "Dis is a Renaldo." He yelled.

"Hello Renaldo" I couldn't help but laugh at hearing his voice. In that moment I realized how much I missed this crazy man.

"You come to a shop today at a, 4 o'clock a"

"I do?" I asked, shaking my head that I was speaking like him suddenly.

"You a be d-here" and with that he hung the phone up.

I couldn't imagine why Renaldo wanted to see me. Of course my mind went directly to Michael, but Michael had promised both Bud and me that he would keep his distance for as long as I needed. I knew Michael was in New York, which only served to make me more anxious, he and Bud were at Michael's office reviewing the interim reports I had compiled. Michael had flown in early and was schedule to fly out when the meeting was over either late in the afternoon or early evening. 

Walking up to Renaldo's was bittersweet. I felt so close to Michael when we were here and it was also here that I was finally able to shed my inhibitions and accept everything that was happening to me. 

Renny ran into my arms when I walked into the shop kissing me on both cheeks. He guided me to the chair and began playing with my hair. "Mr. Michael was a here dis a morning." He told me, but stopped before saying any more.

"Renny?"

"He told me that you two are still having problems." My eyes opened wide, Renny was speaking perfect English, even with a twinge of a Brooklyn accent. I looked at him questioningly. He just shrugged and gave me a winked smile. "The accent is just part of the act. It makes people laugh. It started as a joke, and for some reason it makes people happy when I talk like that."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, it just seemed that no matter which way I turned in life nothing was what it appeared to be. 

"This is serious Scott, you have to fix this." He released his fingers that had been massaging my scalp so expertly and started pacing around the room.

"Did Michael put you have to this?"

"Oh lordy no! He doesn't even know that I took your number from his phone. He came in here at 7 this morning for a haircut. I'm really worried about him Scott. He doesn't look well, he's so tired, he's lost weight... and I could see the strain in his face. Tears welled up in his eyes when he talked about you. He misses you so very much." 

"I know Renny, and I miss him too."

"There's something I need to tell you. The only problem is that in my mind it was so much clearer and it seemed easier for me to say to you...but now that you are here I have to ask myself if my sticking my nose into your business is the correct thing to do. But I'm a budinski. I always have to fix things." He stopped pacing and asked me to sit with him in the little lounging area. Before he sat he poured us both a glass of wine. 

"So I will ask you. Do you want me to tell you what I know?"

I contemplated Renny's words and finally turned to him. "Renny it's been over eighteen days since I've seen Michael. I have gone through every emotion at least a dozen times. One second I want him so badly I find myself shaking with fear that I'll never see him again. But the next moment I think about what he did to me, how he violated my rights on such a personal level and it makes me so fucking angry. Its like how can I ever trust him again -- and you and I both know that you can't have a relationship with trust." I stopped for a minute to gather my random thoughts together.

"I called Michael the other night. I had to hear his voice. We were on the phone for over an hour. There were times that it felt so comfortable talking with him, like nothing had happened, but in the end he asked me to forgive him and it all came to a screeching halt...I couldn't do it...I can't find that little place in my heart to say 'I do forgive you Michael'. Now here you are, wanting to help us and all I can think is, yes, I should listen to you. Maybe you can shed a different light on this whole mess. Maybe you can help me say those words."

"Oh Scott, I do want to help you...and I want to help Michael too. The two of you belong together." He hugged me to him and held me there for a long moment. "Before I tell you what I know there are a couple of things I want to say.

"Let me start by saying I'm a well adjusted gay man that has been gay since the day I was born. I was always the happy one, the gay one!" His voice arched a couple octaves higher to demonstrate his point. "I graduated college with a degree in sociology, but back forty years ago it was difficult for an openly flaming gay man like myself to get straight vanilla jobs. So I figured if I was going to be wearing the label then I will do something that exemplified it and excel at it, so I went to beauty school to become the best fucking gay hairdresser there ever was. I was going to put the Vidal Sassoons of the world to shame. That of course lasted about five minutes.

"Then I met Mr. Charles and he offered me the job to be the exclusive hairdresser for the brownstone. He gave me the seed money to open this shop. Not only do I have the pleasure of taking care of the members, who pay handsomely for my services but I get to go to the brownstone two or three times a week and service the people that live there as well. It's such a great life. I get to be around all these gorgeous men, who don't wear clothes and because I don't charge for my services when I go to the brownstone I am paid in gratuitous sex with the submissives of my choosing. Its absolute paradise over there, what more could I ask!" He said taking a moment to laugh lightly before getting serious again.

"So these men trust me, hell I guess they better, I am solely responsible for how they appear before their Masters. We love to trade stories, I talk about things that are happening in the outside world and they just LOVE to chitchat about everything that happens inside. There's nothing better in life than listening to those prissy little submissives gossiping -- they are all sooooo catty! I pretty much know most everything about everyone there. I know which submissives are the bitchiest and which ones everyone is jealous over. I know who's fucking who and who crosses the lines.

"So lately the only thing people are talking about is Michael and something that happened at the Weekend in the Wild. Then the other day one of the Trainers comes in and tells me a story, which I shall now repeat to you.

This story starts with a Master...who I will take the liberty of calling...let's say... Richard. One day one of the employees, a Trainer, at the brownstone comes in to get a Renaldo special, a complete body treatment, we can call him...um...I don't know let's just call him...John. Anyway John comes into the shop. I've known John many years, pretty much since he came to the brownstone as a submissive. He's been going through a very bad time lately because he's confused about these feelings he has for another man..."

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John took one last look in the mirror before he slipped his shirt on. He had plenty of time, his appointment with Renny wasn't for another forty-five minutes and the shop was a quick five minute walk from the brownstone.

He had scheduled his time with Renny at the end of the day. Everything about the next few hours he had carefully planned and worked out over and over in his head. It was the last chance he had to get Richard back. Everything had to be executed perfectly or Richard would be lost to him forever.

John had fallen in love with Richard the first time he saw him. It had been almost ten years when Richard walked into the bakery he was working at. He wanted Richard then, just like he wanted him now and like it was when they first met he was willing to do anything to be with him ...anything at all.

Renny finished his last appointment of the day at three in the afternoon. He was excited about John's visit. He liked whenever the Trainers came over to the shop. They were always so horny for anal action -- something they rarely got at the brownstone and he was more than willing to give to them ...or receive from them, it didn't matter. He loved being fucked just as much as fucking. Today he knew he was going to be fucked so he took extra special care to make sure everything was perfect and he was properly cleaned. John liked to fuck, and Renny didn't mind at all -- he had that perfect cock that slipped so nicely in his ass with the added bonus that he could cum over and over again. 

Trainers were able to leave the brownstone on a limited basis. They could run the occasional errand, escort a submissive when needed and even take in a movie every now and then. John however wasn't very adventurous. He always limited his outside activities to trips to Richards' penthouse and the monthly visits he made to Renaldo's. He didn't need anything else in his life. At the penthouse was Richard and when he was there he was the happiest. At Renaldo's he was pampered by Renny, and the sex wasn't too bad either. The man had a great ass and never tired of having it fucked. There was nothing else he needed. He didn't mind that his life was simple, as long as Richard was always in it, that's all really cared about.

John had learned after being with Richard for so many years how to 'play the game' no matter what the game was. At the brownstone the game was to make as many allies as you could. Renny was one of the high ranking allies and by having him in your corner you couldn't fail. It was important to keep Renny as his major ally even though as a he wasn't really his type. John didn't like the flaming-in-your-face gay type. He was more reserved and didn't feel that every person on earth had to know that he liked to fuck men. But he didn't mind fucking, or sucking, him to stay on his good side. Just like he planned on doing today. He needed Renny to put his plan in action and knew just how he was going to do it.

John made one stop, at the neighborhood grocery to get a thick wedge of Camembert cheese, a freshly baked loaf of Italian bread and two bottles of Renny's favorite and expensive red wine- guaranteed to get the little flamer on his side. 

Even with the stop he was ten minutes early, just as he planned because he knew that Renny would be in the shower, preparing himself for John's arrival. He slipped into the shop, and sure enough he could hear Renaldo lovely voice resonating a happy song from the back room. John left the groceries on the coffee table, locked the door to the salon and stripped his clothes off as he made his way to the back. 

Renny wasn't shocked when John stepped into the shower with him -- he knew that John wanted something from him and was willing to let himself enjoy a good fuck before finding out what it was.

He wasn't stupid after all.

"I've missed you..." John whispered joining him in the shower. He hugged him, his chest to Renny's back. He wouldn't kiss him -- he'd only ever kissed Richard and would only ever kiss him. "I wish my hair grew faster so I could come here more often."

Renny didn't bother with his fake Italian accent with John. He knew his secret was safe. "Oh me too John." Renny said to placate him. He could play the game also, probably better than John thought he could.

Without even waiting John slipped his already hard cock into Renny. At that moment it didn't matter that Renny wasn't his type, his ass felt great and he fucked him with a wild abandonment he had come to enjoy with Renny. Renny might have been a bottom, but he knew how to master his ass. He could milk John's cock like no one ever had before. His first orgasm came quickly, it had been days since he had cum, but he remained hard and after they left the shower he laid on the bed in the back room and let Renny get on top and sink down on him and ride him to another orgasm.

"Shall I suck you off now?" John asked when Renny had gotten out of bed.

"No...I'll wait until you are ready to go again, I want us to cum together, a little sixty-nine action. It's been too long since I've sucked your cock."

"I will look forward to that."

'I'm sure you will." Renny said walking out of the room. As much as he enjoyed the sex with John he always felt cold about it. John showed no emotion whatsoever when they fucked. It was his job. He fucked to get what he wanted. He didn't talk dirty, he didn't moan or groan. He just fucked until he came and sucked until Renny shot his load in his mouth.

John took his seat in the barber's chair while Renaldo got everything ready. They hadn't spoken since they left the back room. Renny followed the same process with everyone that sat in his chair...he cut the hair on their head, gave them a true barber's shave and a full facial then moved onto their chests, groins and asses. 

He was working on John's hair when John went into part one of his plan. He was watching Renny cutting his in the mirror and as if on cue let a big tear fall...then another...Renny looked up and saw the tears.

"What is it John?" He said with just the correct amount of concern to make it sound like he cared. He stopped what he was doing and knelt by the side of the chair taking John's hand in his.

"It's Richard..." He turned the few tears into a sob...allowing a long pause to lapse before he spoke again, "he called me over to the penthouse the other day and told me it was over...I don't know what I'm going to do without him..."

Renny's curiosity was peaked. For some reason John wanted him to know what had transpired between them, so he was willing to continue playing along.

"Come...come sit over here and tell me what happened." Renny said pulling him from the chair into the little lounge area. He poured them both a glass of wine and held him in his arms while John carried on his little crying charade.

John's crying was mostly for show, but half way through his mini tantrum real emotions over Richard surfaced and he found his tears were suddenly genuine, he was scared of loosing Richard and if this didn't work it was really going to happen. He clung to Renny in an attempt to connect with him on some level that he would believe everything that he was about to tell him.

"Better?" Renny asked after a decent amount of time had passed.

"Yes...I'm sorry..." John said brushing the remaining tears from his face.

"So what's this all about?"

"I...I...don't know where to begin...everything has happened so quickly."

"Try from the beginning."

So John did just that.

"Well you know that there have been some issues between Michael and Scott?" He spoke in an innocent voice, not too gossipy -- more along the lines of 'oh my, isn't it a shame'

.

"Yes, I heard the rumors." Renny wasn't ever comfortable talking about Michael. His relationship with Michael far surpassed any other relationship he ever had in his life.

"Well a week ago I got a phone call from Richard that he wanted me to come to a dinner outside of the brownstone. He didn't give me too many details, all I knew was that Bud Fisher was having a dinner party for someone that was curious about the D/s lifestyle and had invited Richard. Richard invited me and of course he brought Kei."

"I was somewhat shocked when I got there to find out that the person we were meeting with was Scott Phillips." John waited to see if Renny wanted to ask any questions and when he didn't he continued on.

"From the minute we walked in the door I could see Richard's attraction to Scott. He didn't even try and hide it. He was constantly leaning into him and whispering in his ear. The only thing is I don't think Scott appreciated the attention that Richard was paying him. Most of the time he would turn beet red and direct his attention elsewhere, other times he would look at Richard with one of those 'In-Your-Dreams' looks.

"Richard was in his typical full Master mode. He was really playing it up, making a point of having Kei and I appear to be the ever faithful subservient ones. After dinner we sat in the living room and he decided that everyone needed to be naked. I didn't understand why at first, but as soon as Scott took off his clothes I knew exactly why and one look at Richard I knew that I had lost him. He was actually stunned into silence when he laid eyes on Scott's naked body. I had my eyes on Richard and he actually shot a short load when Scott dropped his pants and pulled his cock out. He tried to hide it, but I saw it." He was lying, but it was good enough to get Renny hanging on his every word.

"Richard told Scott that no matter what went on that evening he wouldn't touch him -- because he was Michael's property. Scott tried to explain to him that he was no one's property, but because Scott doesn't understand how things work at the brownstone he couldn't grasp onto the concept. Richard held true to his word and didn't touch Scott once all evening. In fact he did the exact opposite. He set up several sexual scenarios that are common place in D/s -- the enema, prostate milking, Estim...Everyone, except for Scott, had orgasms. I actually felt badly for Scott, he was in definite pain from not having any relief. 

"At the end of the evening Richard had Kei and I walk Bud to his limo and wait for him downstairs. A few minutes later he came down all smiles and happier than I have ever seen him. Kei was waiting for him on the floor of our limo, ready to suck him. Richard always loves a good blow job when he's in the limo but he pushed Kei away. When we got to the brownstone he sent Kei in with me and told me that I was to look after him for a few days, he needed some time alone."

"Kei is at the brownstone?" Renny asked. He had been their yesterday and hadn't seen him.

"Yes...he's with me in my room. Richard called Eric and told him he would pay for him to stay there but he's not to be used."

Renny got up and grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled their glasses. 

"Two nights ago Richard called me to the Penthouse. He told me it was over. He's never said that to me before." Tears, real tears surfaced again. "I can't lose him Renny, he's the only man I'll ever love...and I know deep down inside he loves me too..."

Once again Renny held John, only this time he knew he was crying for real. He felt sorry for John, because he knew Richard and knew that Richard would never settle on John. John was a good fuck and right now good eye candy. But with time his looks would go and he wouldn't be able to use his cock as effectively as he could now and that would be it for him.

"There's more." John mumbled a few minutes later. He sniffed back his tears and looked at Renny, this was the speech he had gone over and over again in his head, he needed to dig deep and tell the rest of the story in such a way that it appeared he was bearing his soul, not asking for help.

"I'm here for you John." Renny said meaning the words...sort of. 

"Richard told me some things. I know most of what he told me was him boasting, you know his ego, he has to let everyone know just how good he is, but I think he was also trying to make me hate him, so he wouldn't feel so guilty about ending things.

"He wants Scott."

"Yeah, well I think you made that clear to me." Renny said. He wasn't going to let out any information he might know.

"No I mean he has every intention of getting Scott. When Richard first laid eyes on me he wanted me and made sure he got me. He ALWAYS gets what he wants Renny. He told me why Scott and Michael aren't together and how he's going to use that his advantage." 




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 05



Renny didn't react. He didn't know what had happened between Michael and Scott to cause them to be apart and he surely wasn't going to ask John. 

"I trust you Renny, I know that you know so much about everyone and don't go around blabbing it. It's important that you know...so you'll understand what Richard is going to do. Please bear with me, this is going to sound like a he-said-he-said story, but I promise you everything I'm telling you came out of Richard's mouth.

"Richard told me first saw Scott at the Weekend in the Wild event. Scott had tried to get to Michael's apartment but didn't have the elevator code and ended up at the opening ceremonies. Even fully clothed Scott caught his attention. He watched when Bud Fisher and Eric escorted him out then bided his time before approaching Bud to find out about him. Bud has always idolized Richard, and like most people that want him, told him about Scott. He even told him about what ensued between them when Michael eventually arrived.

"It started with the fact that Michael had never told Scott about the brownstone, the D/s lifestyle within the walls and the fact that Michael was the Head Master over everyone there. Chances are he could have forgiven that...but Michael overstepped his boundaries and the law with Scott. 

"Somewhere along the way Michael had hired the brownstone PI, Stan, to do a background check on Scott, which was of course is quite normal. Only Stan took it one step further, he did this thing called a cut-n-go. He walked past Scott in a crowded street and let his watch cut across his hand. Stopping he gets all over Scott, apologizing, etc...then he takes out his handkerchief to wipe up the blood, only he's got his small collection vial and he collects some of his blood. Stan sends the blood off and has it tested. Michael didn't ask for Stan to do this, he even told Stan he shouldn't have done it but he still read the report." 

Renny was dumbfounded, but held a concrete gaze like he knew this all along. Poor Scott, no wonder why he's been hurting so badly. 

"Richard told Bud he wanted to meet Scott, to get to know the boy. He was willing to pay a lot of money for the meeting -- again Richard's ego had to let me know that that little dinner party Bud pulled together cost him a cool million dollars and he was willing to pay Bud another million to get Scott to cut all ties with Michael completely. Bud is at the penthouse working on their plan as we speak.

"He told me something else...and this is really hard to repeat...but he told me that Bud hates Michael. The reasons are plentiful, but it all boils down to Bud is jealous of Michael. He feels that all of his life Michael had lucked into everything he's gotten. His love affair with Charles made many men envy him over the years. When Charles passed away he inherited everything, the business, the money and the brownstone...and he became the Head Master. Now, with Scott, he's met the most perfect man and once again he's gotten what he's wanted. Bud is willing to do anything to prevent that. He wants to see Michael suffer." John was satisfied. He embellished the story enough to make it sound plausible. The die was cast, it was time to close the deal.

Once again the tears welled up in John's eyes.

"He's cleaned house Renny. He's cut ties with me, he's sent Kei to the brownstone and tomorrow he's going to renounce him. Richard let me spend the night, saying it was our last night together, and now he refuses to see me." 

Renny was completely and utterly blown away. He had lived through many brownstone dramas over the years but nothing like this. His heart was breaking for both Scott and for Michael and he knew that he had to do something to stop what was about to happen.

Just like John wanted him to do.

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

I had remained mute the whole time Renny spoke. It wasn't until he finished his story and tried to reach out for me did the full impact of his words sink in.

"No...that can't be right...no...no...no..." I jumped up, away from his touch, shaking my head in disbelief, and began pacing erratically around the room feeling like a caged animal on the way to slaughter. 

The one person I thought I could trust in this whole fucking mess was the one that was fucking selling me out.

"Do you believe what he said?" I asked. Renny looked at me mutely and with a slight shrug nodded his head that he did. 

I needed further proof before I could think about anything else. I paced more trying to think of a way. Finally it came to me. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Bud.

I WANT TO SEE MICHAEL TONIGHT. ARRANGE IT.

And waited.

Two minutes later my phone beeped.

NOT GOOD IDEA. NOT SURE U R READY YET. REMEMBER WHAT HE DID TO YOU.

"I'm so stupid." I just wanted to crawl up and die. "So very very stupid." Leaning forward I put my face in my hands trying to fight off the tears.

I was beside myself with a myriad of emotions, the main two being such total anger and overwhelming hurt at Bud's duplicitous actions. Bud knew all along about the report and never said a word to me. Why would he, using me got him the revenge he seemed to always want to exact on Michael.

"Scott?" 

"I'M SO FUCKING PISSED!" I screamed. 

"Good!" Renny exclaimed. "Now you know you are alive and that you love Michael more than anything in this world."

Renny was dead on right.

Without missing a beat Renny reached for his cell phone. He dialed a number and while it rang he winked at me letting me know everything was going to be okay.

"MR. MICHAEL?" he yelled into the phone, like the eccentric everyone knew Renaldo to be. "YOU COME A TO DA SHOP RIGHT A NOW....NO...NOT A LATER, YOU A COME A RIGHT NOW!" and hung up.

"He'll be here in twenty minutes." He said laughing.

"He told you that?"

"No, but everyone does what Renaldo tells them to do!" His levity broke my sullen mood and I couldn't help but smile as Renny began dancing around the room.

"Doesn't Michael know that you don't have an accent?"

"Yes," he said shaking his head. "So my using the 'Renaldo' voice is one reason he will come right over, he'll be worried that something has happened here.

"You are incredible. But why show your real self to me?"

"Because a Renaldo loves a you a!" He said kissing me on the cheek. "Now let's make you look beautiful...no...more beautiful....so when Mr. Michael walks through that door he will instantly fall even more madly in love with you."

After he was done Renny sentenced me to the backroom so that he could surprise Michael. I wasn't one that liked to play games, but I'd come to realize that no matter how much I wanted to control what was happening in my life I was just a bit player in one act of it. 

Almost to the minute twenty minutes later an exasperated Michael rushed into the shop demanding to know why he had to leave a very important meeting to come down to the shop. I peeked out from behind the curtain at him, he was so close and yet I still couldn't touch him.

"The way you made it sound I thought the place was on fire or you were mugged." He said.

"No." Renaldo answered. "But Michael the time has come that you have to tell me why you are not with Scott"

"I told you this morning Renny, I can't talk about it. This is between Scott and me." And now because of Bud Fisher so many other people too I thought to myself.

Renaldo folded his arms his chest and stomped his foot. "If you don't tell me, I'm not going to tell you why I called you."

"Renny please," his voice was cracking. He sounded so tired and stressed out. "I can't sleep, my body hurts and I'm slowly dying of a broken heart, I don't want to play games right now. Just tell me what you need to tell me."

"Okay...I'll tell you...Here it is...I've always known what's best for you...if you can't fix this...than I have too..."

"Renny!" He yelled. But Renaldo held up his hand and looked over his shoulder towards me as I stepped out of the changing room.

Michael turned slowly and looked at me. Dead silence reigned over the room. I walked up to him and stood in front of him. He took a tentative step closer to me then just collapsed in my arms. His body was shaking uncontrollably and tears streaming freely down his face.

Holding Michael in my arms at that very moment made everything that had happened just disappear. He was my destiny and for the rest of my life I would always cherish this moment that he fell into my arms, looked into my eyes and cried his tears of love for me.

Renny, blessed sweet Renny broke the silence and started dancing around the room clapping his hand and singing that he was the best. Michael and I just grabbed him and brought him into our hug. 

It dawned on me as we all hugged that this was my life and my family now as I looked at the two most important people I would ever know. "Thank you Renny, thank you for being crazy and eccentric but most of all for caring enough to want Michael and me back together." I said kissing him first on one cheek, then the other and then on his mouth.

"And I thank you Mr. Ronald Schwartz for loving Scott and I enough to fight for us." 

Renny and I looked at Michael at the same time.

"Charles knew from day one. But he loved you both as Renaldo and as Ronald. It just didn't matter, as it doesn't matter now. No matter who you are, I love you and will always be forever in your debt."

"Oooooo...I love being in your debt...maybe it will mean I can go the brownstone and have me some little sexy fun."

"As of today my dear friend you are a permanent member and you can go there for fun anytime you want." He said kissing the top of Renaldo's head.

"And you," he said turning to me taking my head between his loving hands, "I am truly, passionately sorry for what happened, and if you can find it in your heart to forgive me I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"I already have...and you already did." I whispered. I couldn't and didn't ever want to tear my eyes from his again. Pressing my body against his, I kissed his lips, gentle little light kisses, savoring his now familiar taste, feel and smell. His body continued shaking against mine when I opened my mouth and pulled him into me in an 'I-want-all-of-you' kiss.

A moment later Michael's body sagged against mine and a pained expression crossed his face at the same moment he cried out in agonizing pain.

It all happened in slow motion, or at least it felt like it, I was able to catch him before he could fall. Renny appeared out of nowhere and suddenly became the only level headed person in the room, shouting directions to get him in his barber's chair then to push this button and pull this lever to get the chair into its prone position. Michael was screaming out in agonizing pain and tried to draw himself up in the fetal position as soon as we had him laid out in the chair. I heard him pleading with Renny to get ice as quickly as possible. I just couldn't understand why.

Renny ran to the back and I just stood there in frozen fear. 

"Scott" he whispered holding his hand out to me. "Help me...please help me get my pants off." 

I worked as quickly as I could, taking his shoes off, then working on getting his belt undone, when I couldn't immediately get the button on his pants undone I just ripped it off grabbing the material on both sides of the zipper ripping it open as well. Renaldo ran back into the room and helped me finish taking his pants off. 

An unearthly silence fell over the room as we stood there stunned at what we saw. Michael's cock was restrained in what Renny explained to me was a curved metal cock cage. His cock was swollen and was cutting through the metal slats and was turning every color in the spectrum. Immediately Renny packed his cock in the ice. Michael's unbearable screams echoed throughout the room.

"What have you done Michael?" Renny asked.

"This was my punishment..." he stared at me with tears in his eyes, "...for hurting you so badly...I told myself that I wouldn't allow myself out of the cage...until we were together again...seeing you again...being so close to you again...made me want you..."

"Oh Michael," I cried dropping to my knees and kissing his face. "I'm so sorry I did this to you."

The ice was working, his erection had subsided but now we had to get him out of the cage. Renny asked for the key, Michael just shook his head and said the key was with Peyton and Peyton was in Washington.

"Okay...we will get this off without the key." Renny said. "Try and lay out straight I need to take a look at this."

Renny was able to access the lock while we were able to keep Michael's cock and balls iced. Talking incessantly, berating Michael for what he had done, he inspected the lock and finally reached into a drawer at the end of the table and took out a small nail file. Four minutes later he held the lock up and with a smug look moved away from the table.

"Scott, we have to be very careful. Do not try to pull the cage off Michael until we oil him down, there is so much swelling and we don't want to rip any skin. He grabbed a bottle of baby oil he kept on his workstation and handed it to me.

"Pour the whole bottle on him and then start slowly massaging the cage...that's right, put your fingers on his skin and massage it away from the metal...good...when you think the cage has separated from his skin slowly work it off...good...yes...that's right...now hand me the cage and I want you to massage his cock gently, we have to make sure he didn't cut off any circulation. Just keep doing what you're doing while I call doctor."

Michael was out of pain and lying on the table with his eyes closed. "I haven't cum since the night before I returned to New York when we had Facetime sex...before..." His voice was filled with so much sadness, "if you continue to do that I am going to shot a big ole load all over the place"

"As someone once said to me, cum, I'll just have to clean you up and get you hard again." I said kissing his lips tenderly. He wasn't hard, but he was dripping pre-cum. His balls had recovering from the ice bath and were heavy and full.

"What if I never get hard again?"

"It wouldn't matter. I'm not in this for the sex. It's you I want Michael, with or without your cock"

Ten minutes later the brownstone doctor arrived. He was eerily quiet while he examined Michael's cock that was battered with cuts and bruises. The first words out of the doctors' mouth were that that cage was made for a man that was a size medium-large not an extra large like Michael was.

"Okay Michael, here is the story," the doctor finally said. "You are going to be okay. Well your cock is going okay. I personally think you have gone permanently stupid! So until the bruising and open cuts go away no oral or anal sex -- that will take about a week. Taking this out of clinical terms, you need to keep the blood flowing, your cock needs exercise and you need orgasms as many times a day as you can muster. I'm sure there is someone in this room that would be more than happy to help you out with that." He said winking at me. "Chances are you won't reach a full hard on or orgasm for the next few hours, but Scott, what you are doing right now is great. Don't use those fancy lubricants, I recommend you get a couple gallons of olive oil. I'd prefer you to stay in bed for the next two days but I know you too well Michael. Will you be staying at the brownstone?"

Michael started to say yes, but I interjected and said no, we would be staying at the condo. "Give Renny the address I will come by tomorrow afternoon and check on you. If you have any pain, or don't get a full erection or orgasm by tomorrow morning, let me know right away and we'll get you to a specialist."

Renny walked the doctor out. Michael turned to me and asked me why we weren't staying at the brownstone.

"We need to talk about that, but later, I want to get you back to the condo and in bed...oh fuck that sounds so good to say. Can you walk?"

"Not with your hand wrapped around my cock like that." He said laughing. I leaned into him and kissed him finishing the kiss I had started earlier. Michael rolled onto his side and drew his arms around me pulling me as close to him as I could. 

I think we could have stayed like this all night had it not been for Renny who walked back into the room with a pair of sweats he kept in the back room. We dressed him, commenting how trend setting he looked in his tailor made suit jacket, starched white shirt, Versace tie and white brownstone sweatpants. 

I hadn't noticed until we were in the limo that Bud had called three times. I was tempted not to return his call but a part of me wanted to know what he had to say.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I put him on speaker, so that Renaldo and Michael could hear what Bud had to say.

"Yes, I'm on the way back to the condo, I had to run some errands this afternoon. How did the meeting go?"

"It went ok. Michael was indifferent about the progress you've made. To be honest, I think he's getting ready to pull the plug on the project..." Michael looked at me questioningly. He had never said anything of the sort. 

"Why?" I asked. Bud told me that it was just a feeling and that Michael had been acting oddly throughout the meeting.

"I changed my mind after I got your text." Bud said next. "I decided to approach Michael when the meeting was over and asked him if he would stay in town and meet with you...I've just left him and I'm walking out of the brownstone...but I've got a meeting I've got to get to across town...Scott, this isn't a conversation we should be having over the phone. Can I come over later?" Michael shook his head that he wanted to know and to let him come over.

"Do you mind if Richard comes too? He's heard some things about Michael that you might find interesting also."

"Sure Bud. I have dinner plans with one of my Harvard brothers who's in town at 7:30, why don't the two of you come over at 9pm. I'll see you then." I clicked the disconnect button and turned to Michael. "Renny and I need to tell you everything that has happened since last week..."

Michael was seething. I tried to keep him in bed, but like me when I found out, he had to pace, which in itself was a comedy to watch -- this beautiful naked man pacing around the room his poor battered cock swaying to and fro. He didn't take betrayal lightly, in business he had only experienced a handful of times and he had always exacted an equitable revenge. This was so different for him, never had duplicity like this invade his personal life and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"You told me everything that happened that night, right?" Michael asked.

"Everything. I didn't leave anything out. I didn't entice him. I didn't lead him on. He asked me if I was virgin, I told him I was. He said he wouldn't touch me and he didn't."

"And Bud?"

"Bud is a schmuck" Renny yelled from the kitchen.

"We know that Ren" We yelled to him in unison laughing.

"Did Bud touch you?"

"Never." I stated emphatically -- shivering at the thought.

"Scott, I'm not a person that takes betrayal very well. Not that I have been exposed to something like this very much, but I am going to get my revenge on them. I want to know if you will help me carry out my plan, rough as it is right now."

"I'm in 100%"

"So am I." Renny added appearing in the doorway.

"Dinner is ready, come and eat. You are way too thin Michael...you have to eat. Tell me what you have planned and what I can do."

We put all bad thoughts to the side for a little while and ate a delicious homemade dinner of pasta with fresh vegetables and discussed our payback plan. It was nearing six pm and they were arriving at 9pm giving us three hours to get things ready. Michael got on the phone his IT guy, Wally, and told him he had one hour to get everything together and get over to the condo.




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 05



It must have been the excitement of what was going to happen but at the same moment we both looked down to see Michael's cock at full erection. Laughing, both from the site of his beautiful cock in full bloom and giddy with relief that he was going to be okay, I took him to the bedroom, laid him down on the bed and just as the doctor ordered oiled him up with extra virgin olive oil and slowly stroked his cock until he had the most exquisite and large orgasm. I hungrily licked every drop of from his chest and then proceeded to share it with him as we sealed our mouths together getting lost in our kisses.

The relief of Michael's orgasm took one pressure off, now all we had to do was exact our revenge and we could move on with our life.

Michael, like me, wasn't one that liked to play games. He was the typical alpha male that always got to the point taking the shortest route. For some reason, maybe because they had invaded his personal life or maybe because they thought they knew him so well and would never expected him to do anything, he wanted revenge to the fullest for both Richard and Bud. He not only wanted to get them back for what they did, he wanted to humiliate them to the nth degree. I also think in some way he wanted to prove something to me also, which he didn't need to do, but I respected that he wanted to do this.

The plan was simple. We were going to wire the condo for sound and video. That was the first part. The second part was the part I loved the most, Michael was going to have the audio and video fed to the brownstone so that everyone in the house could watch as I, who was drafted in the starring role, was going to manipulate Richard and Bud to do what I wanted them do...and I planned on having them dancing through hoops.

"I guess I should go pack, I don't think I'll be very welcome here after tonight." I said walking into the bedroom. 

In the home office Wally was finishing up backing up the files I had on my company issued laptop to a thumb drive. Michael sat at the desk and started sorting through all the papers, shredding the ones he didn't think we'd need. As soon as the download was complete the laptop was erased.

"Nothing at all can be recovered...but if you like I can take the hard drive to insure it." Michael nodded for him to do that.

"How is the video feed coming?" He looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:15. "I need to be on air to the members within an hour."

"No problem sir," there was a brief pause before Wally asked Michael if he could make a suggestion.

"Go ahead" Michael said.

"I know the confidentiality of what might or might not happen here tonight, I'm completely vetted in at the brownstone as head of security. I don't know exactly what is going to happen here tonight, but I have my suspicions that it's going to be good, I would like to help you put on a first rate remote production.

"I'm listening." He said leaning back in the share, I stood next to him running my fingers through his hair cherishing touching him in any form.

"I can have a remote video truck here within twenty minutes, well even sooner, because I called ahead and asked a friend to get over here just in case you agreed. I can control the camera's and with less than a forty-five second delay I can pick the correct camera angle to show whatever the action might be. The feed to the brownstone would be completely secure and better than the initial option you were looking at. There would be complete confidentiality I will be the only one in the truck..."

"The hell you will be, I'll be sitting right next to you, I always wanted to be a big time DI-REC-TOR!" Renny said. "Plus baby you are a lot cuter to look at then those two fuddy-duddy love birds over there."

Wally blushed, but from the expression on his face he showed no signs that he was against the idea. "One more thing," he said. "I have something for you Scott."

From his pocket he took out a pair of expensive looking prescription glasses. He handed them to me to look at more closely. "There is a hi-def camera built into the frame, which I can control remotely. I can zoom in and out as needed. Shall I show you?"

"Will Bud question you wearing glass?" Michael asked.

"No...he's seen me in glasses before. Sometimes when I work late at night the computer work gets to me and I need glasses."

Wally took out his laptop and had Michael and Renny stand with him behind the desk. I put the glasses on and per his instructions I looked at Michael. A real time image of Michael appeared on the screen. "I want you to look at the top of his head and pan down to his feet." On the screen we saw the camera moving down Michael's body. When my eyes reached his crotch I stopped for a moment and Wally zoomed in close enough to see the bulge in Michael's silk boxers.

"O M G!" Renaldo yelled clapping his hands excitedly. "Promise me you and I can play with this camera when they are done with it." Blushing again, but still not complaining over Renny's come on, Wally promised him a video he would never forget. 

By 8:15 Wally and Renny were down in the parking garage in the video truck testing all the feeds. Wally had strategically placed cameras at the front door, in the dining room and living room. Michael had been on the phone periodically throughout the evening making sure that neither Richard nor Bud was at the club. 

At exactly 8:30 Michael, sitting on the sofa in the living room went on air to the members and employees at the brownstone. "Good Evening my friends. Tonight we are going to have a very special show for everyone. It came to my attention this afternoon that two longstanding members of the brownstone were engineering a plot against me and against everything the brownstone stands for. I urge that every member, Trainer and submissive not miss a minute of this impromptu broadcast." The feed was cut and Michael turned to me.

"Scott, I've been thinking, we don't have to do this. We can get up and walk out of here right now and just say fuck it. We have each other again and that is more important to me than any of this bullshit."

"Whatever you want Michael. A part of me wants to make them suffer -- for what they did to us, but you are right, we have each other and that is all I've wanted all along."

"Do you think you can do this without having to go too far?"

"Yes. I can promise you I will not let Bud or Richard lay one finger on me. I might have to get naked but that's as far as I'm going to go." 

I could always set my watch to Bud. I told them to be there at 9pm and the doorbell rang at 8:59. Michael was secreted in the office, which was located in the back of the condo, where he had access to a laptop to watch everything that was going on. The earpiece fed the audio feed to him and he was using his iPad to communicate with Renny and Wally. 

I opened the door and greeted them as warmly as I could muster. I knew the first few minutes of this meeting were going to be the most difficult. "Thank you both for coming, I appreciate it." Richard strode into the room, his ego following closely behind him, taking total control just by the stance he took. 

I offered them drinks. I knew that Richard wouldn't drink anything but water, Bud opted for a scotch, and to play my part I refrained from alcohol as well. My entire plan was to convince Richard that I would choose him. Richard sat in the same chair he had occupied the week before, Bud and I on the sofa. 

Bud didn't waste any time getting to the heart of why they had come over.

"Scott, as I said on the phone earlier, I felt badly about how I answered you on the text and did approach Michael with your request. I waited until the meeting was over and asked him to the brownstone for a drink. That's why I asked Richard to be here, because he joined Michael and me for a drink." I couldn't believe the lies Bud was telling. I could only imagine how Michael was feeling sitting less than 30 feet away. 

"Scott, I think you know that when people live in an environment like the brownstone they have a tendency to talk -- gossip is more like it. Somehow Michael found out about the night we came over," I closed my eyes giving them a pained expression when in fact I was thinking to myself 

'Yeah asshole I told him'. "Well he took the opportunity to confront Richard about it."

"He was very angry Scott. I couldn't understand why, I did explain to him that I respected you the entire evening which only seemed to make him angrier." Richard said on cue. "He was just so angry that you didn't go to him with questions about the lifestyle we lead at the brownstone. You see Scott...Michael wanted you all to himself, he wanted you to be his personal submissive and didn't want anyone else tainting you with their beliefs." 

To them I was displaying a horror ridden face while again thinking to myself 'Oh please gag me now'.

"What does all of this mean?" I asked my voice tentative like I was holding off tears. I looked to Bud for 'fatherly' guidance. "Bud?"

"Scott, he said that he doesn't want anything to do with you anymore and that if someone like Richard wanted you then he would have to pay for you like every Master pays for their submissives at auction at the brownstone. Richard tried to defend you, but Michael didn't want to hear it. He set a price on your head. I think you know by now how loyal Richard is to his submissives and Scott, believe me he only wants what is best for you. He told Michael that he was willing to pay the price if it would mean that you were protected and safe."

I just sat there shocked. Shocked that they could make up so many lies and try and convince me that the bullshit they were telling me was true. I wanted to end this fiasco right now and looked at the camera for a long moment deciding what to do. Finally I turned to Bud and told him that I needed to talk to Michael one last time to make sure that this is what he really wanted.

"He's gone back to Washington Scott. He told me if you want to be at the brownstone the doors are open to you, but he doesn't want anything to do with someone he can't control."

"Then I'll call him. I'll tell him I only ever wanted him." I looked directly at the camera in the living room and with my head turned away I winked.

"You can't do that Scott" Richard said hurriedly. "Come here boy. Come sit at my feet." I moved from the sofa and sat down on the floor, tucking my legs underneath in a non-submissive stance. I knew being this close to Richard was where Michael was going to get the most upset so I had to be very careful about how things proceeded. "Scott the world you entered into with Michael is very different from anything in life you are used to. When men, or Master's, like Michael tell you they are finished with you, then they do not change their mind. I'm very different than Michael is, when I finish with a submissive I don't ever let them go, I always cherish them and I don't ever want another man to touch them. But we are all different. Michael was willing to sell you to prove that he was over with you. That should tell you something." 

I still didn't understand at what point the two of them thought I had entered into the D/s lifestyle. Could it have been so simple that I was guilty by association -- if Michael was the Head Master I must be a submissive? Bud knew from the onset that I knew nothing about the lifestyle, how could he in all honestly be trying to sell me to another person without even considering asking me if this was something I wanted?

"There's something else you should know Scott," Bud interjected, I drew my eyes over to his trying my hardest not to show the total loathing I was feeling towards him, "Years ago Michael had a submissive, his name was Jim -- a nice red-headed boy that he trained to be his own. Jim left the brownstone after some years, saying that he wanted to finish school, when in reality it was because he was in love with Michael.

"Two weeks ago he got in contact with Michael and flew to Washington to see him...they spent some time together...and well...I don't say this to hurt you Scott, I am saying this so that you can understand the type of man that Michael really is. The reason he so eagerly gave you up to Richard was because he and Jim..."

Richard touched my shoulder and I jumped. I was drowning in the lies these two were telling me.

"So what do I do now?"

"You decide." Richard said. I looked at him curiously. "I told you the night I was here that I want to possess you. Those feelings have not changed, in fact they have intensified. I will treat you very fairly Scott. We'll even take things slowly, at a pace you are comfortable with. To prove myself to you how serious I am I have sent both John and Kei to the brownstone and if you agree to be mine I will fully renounce them. I only want you in my lair from now on."

"That's very kind of you Sir. I am truly humbled by your generosity, but all of this happening so quickly, I just don't know."

"What don't you know?"

Act I, Scene II, THE SET UP.

"Sir, please forgive me if I speak out of turn right now, I only want to respect you [Gag, Cough]"

"This is a very informal meeting boy please speak what is on your mind."

"Sir, when I met Michael I had never been with a man before, in fact my sexual experience was pretty non-extant and my time with Michael was very limited. He was very patient with me, but we didn't experience very much."

"Will you tell me what exactly you did experience with him?"

"Yes sir, we mutually masturbated and he let me suck his cock one time." I cast my head down like I felt shameful about this.

"But you want to experience more?"

"I do sir, but...and again, I don't know how to put this."

"You have to be open and speak your mind boy."

"I just need to know that this is the right thing for me. You are a very deserving man, sir, and I would never want to disappoint you. Before you came here a week ago I had never considered a submissive lifestyle and I'm still not sure it is for me. But you have told me that I am naturally submissive, not that I fully understand what that means. I just wish there was some way I could see some of things you did the other night again. I am a visual person and before I can decide if this is really something I want to and if I truly want to pledge myself to you I want to see if I can really be happy with a life under your discipline Sir."

[In the other room Michael had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. He knew exactly what Scott was going to do, and he was going to love every minute of it! Meanwhile he was getting texts from Wally that the video stream was going great and he had heard from the house that EVERYONE was glued to whatever monitor they could get to. And that Renny was sucking his cock like no one had ever sucked him before!]

Richard thought about it for a minute, but it was Bud that came up with the solution. 

"Master Richard, if I may. Maybe I can step in and be your submissive this evening. I am somewhat out of practice, but I'm sure you can remind me of the things I may have forgotten." 

[Bud, you truly are a fucking idiot]

"Boy, are you okay with that?" I timidly shook my head yes. Here was my fucking boss about to be used and hopefully abused. "Then I say we all take our clothes off and get started. Boy, I will not touch you and from this point forward you will not be allowed to cum until you pledge yourself to me, which I know as soon as you see what a good Master I am you, will kneel before me and beg me to take you."

"Yes Sir, thank you for being so kind." [Gag, gag, gag!]

"Tell me what you would like to see?" 

"Sir, one thing I wasn't able to see the other night was when you spanked John. I would very much like to see that up close, maybe I can get the sense of what it will feel like."

"I would be more than happy to demonstrate that for you boy. The first item a new submissive at the brownstone is given is a ruler. This ruler stays with them the entire time they are at the brownstone. They carry this ruler with them where ever they go in the house and offer it to a Master as a sign they are ready to submit to them. Master's like the act of taking the ruler from them and showing them the painful pleasure a spanking represents."

"So I will get a ruler?"

"No boy, I am different. I know that when a submissive is knelt before me with his ass high in the air he has already agreed to submit to me. I prefer to start their journey into submission by using my hand on their perfect virgin ass checks. I love the feel of their ass being warmed by my hand. Now of course I'm sure Bud's ass is far from virgin, but I can remind him what a firm hand feels like." He stood up and moved to the ottoman and instructed Bud to lie over his lap. I had the glasses on and panned Bud from his head to his sorry bony ass. Richard told me to sit close by so I could experience every part of the spanking. "I will spank him with my hand until I feel he has had enough. Then, just for you I will give you a demonstration of what would happen if you misbehave beyond my rules and will take my belt to Bud's ass for a ten count." 

"Thank you Sir, I appreciate you doing this for me."

Without hesitation Richard brought his hand down square against Bud's ass cheeks. I held my view right at his ass hoping that Wally was getting everything. Over and over Richard brought his hand down across Bud ass until it was bright red. Pushing Bud to his knees, Richard stood and walked over to his clothes and removed his belt from his pants. He instructed Bud to kneel on the ottoman, shoulders down and his ass high in the air. When he was satisfied that Bud was in the proper position he turned to me.

"Boy, now I want you to beg me to use this belt across Bud's ass. You will learn that the more I inflict this pleasurable pain to you it ultimately brings me pleasure. You will soon be begging me punish you more, because it will please me more."

I thought Bud was going to start crying with the first crack of the belt. The more I begged for him to use the belt the harder he brought it down across Bud's whipped ass cheeks. By the time the ten-count was over Bud's ass and thighs were bright red and burning to the touch. 

"Did you enjoy that boy?" The reality was that I did enjoy it. I loved that Bud was getting what he deserved. 

"Yes Sir very much. If I were to pledge myself to you I look forward to feeling your hand on my ass like that." [yeah, in your dreams] I could tell that Richard wanted to turn that 'if' into a 'when' so he asked me what I wanted to experience next.

"Sir, I am a virgin, nothing has ever come close to my ass before, I'm scared that it's going to be every painful for me. Can you please show me what it will be like when you take me for the first time?"

"It would be my pleasure. But please understand that your stand in does not have a virgin ass, so you will not be able to experience what a true virgin feels when a Master's cock enters their ass." 

Bud, who was still on his hands and knees and eerily silent, let us know that it had been so long since he had a cock in his ass it would most likely feel like a virgin ass anyway. Richard had me stand next to him while he spread Bud's still raw ass cheeks and showed me his twitching hole, running his finger lightly over the hole. 

"Taking a virgin, whether it is a woman or a man, is a crowning experience for a Master. I've know some Masters that like to stick their fingers in the ass first, to feel how tight it's going to be, but not me. When my sacred cock goes into an ass it is the first thing that enters that ass. 

"At the brownstone when a Master takes a virgin ass there is a ceremony that takes place. Everyone gathers in the staging area and cheers the Master on as he takes the virgin for the first time. If he isn't committed to the submissive, if he's won him in an auction after he's used him the Master has the right to allow anyone in the room to fuck the submissive. The submissive then remains center stage all night and people just walk up and fuck them at their pleasure. 




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 06



(Authors Note: This is the 14thinstallment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03,04,05. Scott Ch01,02,03,04,05

This is the final chapter of the story. I hope you've enjoyed it.)

*

It was such a wonderful feeling to wake up, spooned into Michael's arms, his face nuzzled into my neck. It had been a jammed packed two weeks since Renny succeeded in getting us back together and we hadn't been separated from each for more than a few minutes at any given time. Michael put the project on hold and took what he called an extended vacation from work. In the twenty plus years since he had worked at C&C he had never taken more than a few days off at any given time. Fortunately modern technology would allow us to keep in contact with the office without having to be there 24/7. Neither of us knew how long we'd do this, we really didn't care. We both just figured one morning we would wake up, dress and go back to work again.

There have been a lot of things I have gotten used since we came to the brownstone – the lack of privacy being primary. It was odd to realize that I had gone from a non-sexual marriage to cold and frigid woman to a relationship with a warm loving man where I was having the most incredible sex, multiple times a day in an apartment that was constantly filled with people that had no inhibitions whatsoever. They also appeared to derive some type of enjoyment from watching Michael and my relationship as it developed and grew. 

It started almost immediately upon our return to the brownstone when what appeared to be the entire population of the brownstone came out to greet us as we walked into the lobby. It felt like the scene out of the 'Wizard of Oz' when Dorothy returned to the Emerald City after killing off the wicked witch. We had rid the brownstone of the likes of Richard and the general consensus was pure elation from everyone there. The song "ding-dong the witch is dead' just kept playing over and over in my head.

The welcome home party moved upstairs to the lounge area where we were shuffled from one group to another. By one o'clock in the morning we were finally able to steal away when people finally started to break down into either smaller groups or couples to take care of their own primal needs.

"I had the elevator code changed...I think its best you know it now ..."Michael said smiling when we stepped into it, "its 0726"

"That's my birthday" I answered surprised.

"I know..." he said.

The apartment was quiet and for a long moment we just stood in the hallway hugging each other soaking in the stillness and quiet. It was so nice to be someplace that only Michael and I occupied. Somehow through the thousands of kisses we were sharing we made our way to the bedroom. Our bodies seemed to sag against each other when the adrenaline we had both been running on for the past eight hours had finally ceded as we collapsed on the bed and just stared into space.

"Tired?" He asked. 

"Mmmm huh." I said shaking his head. "I feel like my life wasn't my own for the past few weeks...it's difficult to explain...but without you in my life it just hasn't been complete." I sat up suddenly and looked at him. "Promise me that we'll never do this to each other ever again."

"Trust me Scott that is one promise I intend to keep every day for the rest of our lives." He said grabbing and holding me tightly to him.

Somehow we made it to the shower and back to the bed and before we could even think about sex we both fell into a long well deserved sleep. It was close to 11:00 the next morning when I opened my eyes and all I could do was smile as I stared into Michael's beautiful face. I couldn't help but feel so utterly content and for the first time in a long time stress free. Moving ever so slightly, I allowed my hand to wrap around Michael's already hard cock. He took in a deep breath and smiled, hugging me closer to him.

"I want to wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life." He said sleepily.

"Mmmmm...me too....but right now I must play doctor for a minute and give you a thorough exam. After that I am going to oil you up and give the first of many glorious orgasms I intend for you to have today..." 

I was filled with relief when I saw that his cock looked 100% better. The dotted bruising along his shaft had faded from a bluish-black hue to a yellowish color, a sign he was healing, and the cuts were all closed with no sign of any irritation or infection. A thick bead of pre-cum had oozed slowly from his slit and my first instinct was to lick it off but then I remembered the doctor had banned oral for the next few days. Sadly I wiped my thumb over it before licking his sweetness into my mouth.

"The doctor told me I can't fuck or be sucked until I'm healed, but he didn't say that I can't be fucked or that I couldn't suck" he said devilishly. 

"That is very true, and what pray tell do you have in mind?" 

Instead of telling me Michael decided to show me. Wordlessly, he took some of the oil I was using on his cock, slathered my cock with it, and rolled on top of me reaching behind him and guided my cock to his ready and open hole. Very slowly he sunk down on my shaft, enjoying the feeling of my slick thick cock entering him.

"Oh fuck...I love feeling you slide into me," he gasped relishing every moment of this passion towards me. "Come into my arms." He whispered.

I lifted my body up into a sitting position and pressed myself against his chest. He let out another loud groan, as my cock drove even deeper into him. "You feel so good. I've missed you so much." He whimpered wrapping his legs around me. He pulled me closer to his chest holding me tightly to him. His cock was sandwiched between us and every time one of us moved our bodies rubbed gently against it causing what I hoped to be a slow, sensual orgasm for him. 

Without moving himself away from me Michael began flexing his hips back and forth across my cock, every time he moved forward he would clench his anal muscles and relaxed them when he moved back. Indescribable feelings flooded my body. Our lips were sealed together in one of those never ending kisses as our movements became more pronounced. I slipped my hand between us, to add more friction to his cock.

"Michael cum with me," I cried as I bucked my cock deeper into him.

"Yes... cum for me too Scott...let me feel you cum...." He clenched his ass tightly around my swollen cock and held it firmly as I shot my load deeply into him at the very moment he began shooting his hot cum onto our chests. Our deep groans from this ultimate pleasure we had just given each other echoed throughout the room.

Neither of us moved after we came, we just clung onto each other refusing to separate ourselves. I could feel Michael's heart beating through his chest against mine. "I don't ever want to lose this moment" Michael said kissing every part of my face in an effort to map the memory we were making. 

"Moment-schmoment!" a voice yelled from across the room. Michael and I turned our heads as one to see Renny leaning against the doorway arms folded across his chest. Michael touched his forehead to mine in resignation that our special time was now over and we just shook our heads in disbelief as we watched Renny take a flying leap to the bed, landing inches from us.

"What's up boys?" He asked innocently scanning his eyes up and down our co-joined bodies.

"Kinda obvious isn't it?" Michael said not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice, "How about you?"

"O M G" he said in his usual dramatic flair, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, for introducing me to Wally, he is just the best! We sucked and fucked all night and please note he IS vetted into the brownstone so you don't have to worry. What a doll baby he is. After all these years I think I have finally found my match!" He paused and looked at us hugging each other, staring into each other's eyes. "Did I interrupt something?" 

"No...not at all." I said mimicking Michael sarcasm. "We sit like this all time when we are having a casual conversation."

Renny smiled, but made no overture that he was going to move any time soon. "Hey, you lied." he said punching my arm lightly. 

"About what?" I said tearing my eyes away from Michael for a brief moment to acknowledge Renny.

"You told that ass-hole Richard that you and Michael never did anything...this sure looks like something to me."

"Yeah...well...up until this moment what Michael and I did or didn't do was between us."

"Oh sweetie, you know your secret is safe with me....." He said leaning over and kissing each of us on our cheeks.

"Just out of curiosity how did you get in here Ren?" I asked.

"Peyton must have let him in, I heard him come in early this morning." Michael answered moving slightly causing my cock to twitch deep inside him.

"Yes...right...wait...he told me to tell you something...um....of yeah...he said to let you know that he is here, breakfast is ready in the kitchen and he's going down to the dungeon to get some much needed attention. It seems someone's been a very selfish Master lately and hasn't allowed his pet out to play with others for a long long time."

*

It took awhile, but we were finally able to coax Renny into waiting for us in the kitchen. I was still hard and deep in Michael's ass and wanted him again, so I rolled him over on his back and made gentle love to him. I was overwhelmed with the emotions I was feeling for Michael but in the end it all boiled down to - I simply couldn't get enough of him. 

It was another twenty-five minutes before we joined Renny in the kitchen.

Renny sat watching Peyton who had returned from the dungeon with a nice red ass kneeling on the floor masturbating. Michael explained that it was Peyton's ritual every morning to kneel and masturbate. It was part of his love of humiliation to have to masturbate in front of people and then be forced to lick up his cum.

"How long have you been stroking yourself Peyton?" Michael asked in an authoritative manner as he stepped over him to get to his seat at the table.

"Five minutes Sir." He answered.

"That's not long enough. I want you to stroke harder for another five minutes before you come."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."

"Renny said you were his Master? Is he your submissive? Do you have sex with him?" I knew my voice was a few octaves higher than I had wanted it to be. Although the sight of Peyton kneeling on the kitchen floor masturbating was hot...I mean really hot...the reality of the brownstone suddenly hit me in the face.

"Oh lordy no!" Michael exclaimed. He was quiet for a long moment then quite uncharacteristic of him, he burst out laughing. "I remember the first time I saw Peyton do this...it was the first weekend I was with Charles in Cape Cod. I was so abhorred by the whole thing that I literally ran away. And now I'm looking at you and seeing almost the same look in your eyes."

"Already did that...never doing it again." I said, smiling at him.

"That's good, because I won't let you." Shutting out the fact that Peyton was on the floor masturbating and Renny was hanging on every word Michael was saying he took my hand in his and looked me dead in my eyes. "Scott, I am the Head Master of the brownstone. What that means is that I own the place and I am responsible for everything that happens under this roof. I am not a Master. I have had sexual relationships with many of the submissives here on an ongoing basis since I was about twenty-six years old. I enjoy mentoring the younger submissives, teaching them the finer points of how to bring ultimate pleasure to men they are serving. I am not anything like Richard, and have never inflicted pain, other than an occasional erotic spanking, on another person."

Was Michael looking into my soul and seeing the uncertainty I was feeling about this place? He held my gaze to his silently giving me the reassurance I was looking for. "Scott, I know that all of this might be a little mind-boggling, okay maybe a lot, but I want you to know that it is you that I want – just you. If you want to get dressed and leave this place and never come back here again, I will do that. I want what will make you happy. I know it's difficult to believe right now, but since that first night in Pound Ridge that is what I've always ever wanted."

"Actually," I said reassured once again, "I want to watch Peyton cum and then if you don't mind I would love to take you back into the bedroom and make love to you again...and again...and again..."

"Then that is what we will do!" He said leaning into me and kissing my lips gently. I took his kiss, but wanted 'that more' and pulled him to me kissing him full on.

Reality filtered back to us when Renny sighed loudly breaking the moment we had - yet again. I loved Renny with my heart and soul, but I could see that moving forward tempering him somewhat was definitely in order. 

Peyton was still on the floor masturbating, waiting for Michael to give him the go ahead to cum. The moment he got the brief nod Peyton shot a nice juicy load on to the kitchen floor. Michael looked at it approvingly and at the same moment Peyton bent over and licked it up. When he was done he stood and left the room silently - his red ass cheeks happily smiling at us.

"He's the best manservant anyone could ever ask for...but there are quirks to his personality." Michael told us laughing. In a moment of stunning clarity I realized that this world that Michael occupied was fun and kinky and different and probably a thousand more adjectives - and that we could coexist within it without it taking anything away from him and I. 

"I thought it was hot." Renny said standing and showing us his bulging fullness in his pants. "Anytime you want to send him to Wally and me we'll be more than happy to satisfy this ritual"

Ten minutes later Peyton was dressed and back in the kitchen, like nothing had happened, serving more coffee and making more food. Whether it was the spectacular sex or the release of all the stress we had both put ourselves through over the past weeks our hunger was primal and ferocious and we had eaten everything Peyton had originally laid out for us and had gone to my stand-by favorite of chocolate chip cookies and milk. 

"So what are you boys up to today?" Renny asked as when our bellies were finally full.

"I think Scott pretty much laid out what he had planned for me today. It's the bedroom for us for however long he wants us there." Michael said winking at me.

"Mmmm...I remember doing that once or twice in my life." Renny said. "In case you're interested I'm meeting Wally here in a little while, and we are going to go to my shop where I promised him am extra special Renaldo treatment...and then some."

Michael and I looked at each other at the same time than back to Renny, "Why don't you come for dinner tonight Renny" I said.

"And bring Wally." Michael added,

"We need to say thank the two of you properly for everything you did."

"Yes...Yes...Yes..." Renny said dancing around the room. 

The doctor interrupted Renny's impromptu dance when he showed up unannounced to check on Michael. 

No one gave it a second thought when the doctor unceremoniously opened Michael's silk robe and started checking Michael out in the kitchen with Renny and I watching on. The doctor was pleased that Michael had successfully had several orgasms and announced that he was healing better than he had expected and within a couple of days all of this would be just a bad memory. After his exam he sat with us and had a cup of coffee but seemed distracted. When he finally rose to leave he turned to Michael.

"There is something I do need to talk to you about Michael." Michael knew by the tone of his voice that it was brownstone related and before my eyes he turned into 'Michael the Head Master'. Quietly he excused himself from Renny and Peyton and asked the doctor and me to join him in the office. 

"What's up doc?" Michael said jokingly when we were comfortably seated in the office.

"You know that Kei has come to live at the brownstone now."

"I do." Michael said nodding his head. Michael's demeanor was stiff and I could see that he was dreading this conversation. 

"I've been treating Kei for a number of years now..."

"Treating?" I asked.

"Yes...well...Master Richard wasn't the most mild-mannered Master."

"Tell me." Micahel said pronouncing his words precisely through his clenched jaw.

"To start with, in the past, I've treated the boy three times for the worst bladder infections I'd ever seen. One time I wanted to hospitalize him but Richard convinced me not to. He hired a private nurse that stayed at his condo 24/7 until the boy was well again. I'm not sure what he was doing to the boy, and Kei would never tell me, but whatever it was he always waited until the boy was passing blood and severely dehydrated before he brought him to me." 

The doctor was visibly disturbed that he had to talk about Kei like he was. "Michael, I'm really sorry that I didn't come to you sooner...Kei...has been...so badly abused and sometimes his ass had been so severely mistreated I had to put the boy on furlough because of the anal bleeding." He paused again knowing that he had to tell Michael everything but hating what he needed to say. "And...well...twice... I had to go to Richard's condo only to find the boy unconscious...Richard's sadism in the confines of his penthouse knew no bounds."

Michael was stone silent. 

"I figured now that he's here, he should be safe ...but..." the doctor said.

Michael looked at him with fire in his eyes, what more could there be.

"Someone is still mistreating him."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I know I was feeling the same panic Michael was feeling.

"I've made it my practice to exam every submissive a minimum of once a week, especially submissives that are anally active. Since most of the members are built on the larger side I always like to make sure there is no tearing or abscesses. I examined Kei when he came to the brownstone a week ago and his anus showed sign of active use but was surprisingly healthy given Master Richard's sadism. Yesterday I did another exam and found evidence that he has been sexually active, or should I say very active – his anus showed definite signs of use and there were some small tears as well. He wasn't bleeding, but it was painful to the touch for him. I also found black and blue marks on his inner thighs and under his arms and the remnants of bite marks on his nipples. I checked with Eric and he told me Kei hasn't been on the floor since he arrived."

"Who is Eric?" I asked. I felt like an outsider looking in.

"He's the current majordomo. Other than the restaurants and spa he pretty much is responsible for everything that happens in the brownstone." The doctor said.

Michael was silent for a long time. When he finally spoke he did so slowly, clearly and with a tone that told me that if anyone were to say the wrong word to him he was going to lose it.

"First...I never ever want to have a conversation like this with you again. You have worked here long enough to know better than wait to tell me things like this. Next...Going forward I want daily access to the reports you prepare on each submissive...no...on anyone that you treat, whether it be submissives, Trainer, Master or even you. If you have to treat anyone for anything other than a stubbed toe I want to know about it. Also...if you have to treat anyone that does not live on premises but comes here I want to know immediately. This is going to stop...and this is going to stop today."

The doctor, not swayed by Michael's demands, readily agreed. Michael walked him to the door and even as angry as he was he still thanked the doctor for taking care of everyone as well as he did. 




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 06



Michael was seething. "I will not allow any person under this roof to be harmed. I will close the brownstone if any harm ever comes to another person." He said. The anger soon ceded to fear and then to tears. He yelled for Peyton to come to the office.

"Peyton, I want you to go downstairs and bring Kei up here. He is going to be staying with us from now on. If you don't want to share your room with him then you can leave and go back to Washington." 

"Yes sir. No problem sir, I will go get the boy and I have no problem sharing my room." 

"Thank you Peyton. One more thing...when you have Kei upstairs I want security, and make sure it's George, pack up John's belongings and remove him from the premises. I want George to convey to John that he is never allowed to come back here again. Please tell George that I want this taken care of by him personally and in the way I know he can take care of things like this."

"Yes sir." Peyton said leaving the room. "And Sir...thank you." Peyton added as he left the room.

"Michael?" I asked. He turned me. There was so much anger in face, I was grateful that he had asked George to discharge John and that he didn't do it himself. 

"I fucking knew that John wasn't the angel everyone thought he was, after so many years with that bastard Richard he's becoming him. I should have seen it. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I...I...have to protect these boys..."

"I know that." I said. I stepped closer to him. "And we will." 

An hour later we met with Wally and George in Michael's office. The moment I laid eyes on George I knew why Michael chose him to take care of John. A former professional wrestler, George was a brut of man. At six foot nine he weighed somewhere close to three hundred pounds and looking at him I could see it was all muscle. But for his gigantic size he was a quiet reserved man that took his job seriously and hated when any harm came to anyone connected to the brownstone. Michael's unusually large office seemed suddenly smaller with George standing in it.

"John didn't want to go peacefully" He said with a slightly tinged Australian accent. "I let him know that his time at the brownstone was over and that it was best for him to leave quietly and with the least amount of resistance. Unfortunately I think he dislocated his shoulder when he took a misstep and fell down the back stairs of the brownstone. I explained to him in a calm voice that he was to forget about everyone he ever met here and that he was to never speak about his time here. Again, unfortunately while we were talking John for some reason had problems standing up, in fact he fell down repeatedly several times, I don't know why he couldn't stand, but each time he fell he seemed to have injured a different part of his body." George simply smiled. I couldn't help but laugh, albeit silently, at George's ultra dry sense of humor. 

"Do you think he'll cause us any problems?" Michael asked.

"No. He understands what the consequences would be if he tried anything. I let him know that as his forever friend I would never be too far away from him, to help him stand up when he takes those nasty falls. Anyway, I suspect he's going to use his eviction as an excuse to get back with Richard, which is all he's ever wanted."

Michael thanked George with a firm hand shake and a brief man hug. George left leaving just the four of us. "I thought the two of you had plans today." Michael said to Renny and Wally after a long silence.

"This is more important Michael." Renny said simply. Serious Renny was a force to be reckoned with.

"I know, and I thank you. But it's over now...go and enjoy, we'll see you later for dinner." There were hugs all around before they reluctantly got on the elevator and left us.

"I'm blessed to have such good friends in my corner." He said hugging me. Michael just couldn't shake what John had done. I knew the best way to help him was to be there and listen to him. 

"I remember when John came to live at the brownstone. He was such a handsome addition. We even allowed him to sub for the first few months – something we never did. The brownstone only ever accepted virgin submissives that were trained exclusively for use by our members. Charles was taken in by his beauty immediately and was the first to use him, and loved every minute he had him. Richard might have been a sadist and an awful person but he did know how to produce a perfect submissive. 

"When a Trainer position opened up John jumped at the opportunity to take it. Again we made him the exception – all trainers were always former submissives. Of course, like most things he did in his life he excelled at it. Over the two years John became a senior Trainer that everyone only spoke highly about. He even graduated to having his own room and was used for caretaking visiting submissives. Eric was even talking about sending him up to White Plains as a permanent trainer up there. When Kei came to stay here a week ago John insisted he stay in his room claiming that was what Richard wanted. It seemed like such a natural thing to do." Michael said with sadness in his voice. 

"Michael we just learned that we can't go back and change things that happened, but we can make things better going forward. We have to keep that ever prevalent in our mind. Kei is safe now. We will build a new foundation from that knowledge."

"Just like we will?" He said looking at me with admiration.

"Just like we have." 

"Yes...you are right, we have." Michael hugged me to him. "Come we need to go see Kei and let him know that he is safe now." Michael said sighing. 

Kei was sitting on the edge of bed dressed in brownstone whites, which made him only look younger, when we walked in the room. He immediately knelt on the floor before Michael touching his head to his feet. Michael was fighting back the tears as he took Kei's hand and explained softly that he never had to kneel before anyone again.

"Kei is submissive, Kei must kneel." He said in near perfect English. 

"Will you sit with me please?" He said leading him to a small sitting area in the room. 

"Kei I want you to know that you have done nothing wrong."

"Thank you Sir. Kei always tries to please."

"Kei I spoke with the doctor this morning and he told me that he has had to treat you on many occasions. I am hoping that you will talk to us about it."

Kei just looked down to the ground. He was petrified that he that he was going to punished. My heart was breaking as Kei fought to try to be the perfect submissive without showing any vulnerability. In his mind vulnerability was a sign of weakness and he couldn't afford to be weak and suffer the consequences.

"Kei..." He started to speak but Michael put his hand up and stopped him.

"Kei you know English well enough to know that when you talk about yourself you say 'I' or 'me'. If Richard told you not to refer to yourself in the third person tense he was wrong. You are a person Kei."

"Ke...I...I...am sorry...I... have displeased you Sir."

"Oh Kei, you haven't displeased me. I am the one that needs to apologize to you. I didn't protect you Kei and that was my responsibility." 

At first I didn't think Kei understand what Michael was saying to him, but then as I watched him closely I realized that no one had ever cared about what happened to him before. Suddenly the gates opened inside of Kei and he spoke.

He started by telling us how he came to be Richard's property...

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TOKYO 2009

He had just turned eighteen when the man who had cared for him for many years since his family was gone was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Hideki explained to him, as gently as he could, that reality was that when he passed he was going to have to fend for himself.

In an effort to help him Hideki told him that if he wished he could introduce him to a man that he felt would very much like to take care of him...but in return for being taken care of he would have to do things that he had never done before, sexual things and he would become this man's property – just as he himself had been this man's property for over twenty years.

"He is a strict man, but he will care for you, you just have to obey him and do everything he tells you to do. If you misbehave he will punish you severely. I personally enjoyed misbehaving because I enjoyed the punishments he inflicted on me."

Kei had no choice. With Hideki dying he had no place to go. Jobs were difficult to come by in Tokyo and since he hadn't even graduated high school boys his age were destined to live on the street with the only work he could do was sex-for-pay anyway.

Four days before Hideki passed away Richard showed up from America. He ignored the boy and tended to Hideki, staying with him until he took his last breath. It wasn't until Hideki was buried that Richard bothered to turn his attentions to Kei. 

Kei spent the first days after Hideki's death tending to Richard who never bothered to utter a word to him in the days since his friend died. He accepted the food he made and the fact the house was cleaned but other than that he neither spoke nor made any overtures towards him.

It finally dawned on Kei one afternoon that before Richard would accept him he had to present himself to him and show him that he wanted him to be his Master. Standing in the kitchen he silently undressed and walked slowly to the bedroom where Richard sat reading. He knelt before him, like Hideki had taught him, and touched his forehead to his feet.

"What do you want boy?" Richard asked in a stern voice. His patience waiting for the boy had worn thin.

"I want to give myself to you Sir." Kei said. His voice was meek and filled with terror.

"Stand."

Shaking uncontrollably Kei stood and presented himself to Richard, again in the position that Hideki had showed him, back straight hand laced behind his neck. Richard stood as well and commanded the boy to undress him directing him exactly how he wanted it to be done, how to fold his clothes and how it would always be his responsibility to undress him the moment he came from the outside.

"You must always be naked as well," he told Kei, "You must always be at my avail twenty-four hours a day. I will expect you to suck my cock every morning until I cum in your mouth. You will bath me and tend to my every need. Your ass will always be clean and I will fuck you regularly. When you misbehave I will punish you like I am going to punish you now for making me wait for you to come to me."

Richard's cock was throbbing as he held Kei over his lap. He only hoped that he would be able to stop his cock from shooting until he could feel the boys mouth wrapped around him. Without ceremony he raised his hand and laid a loud slap across the boy's ass. Kei let out a little screech from the sudden pain, but refused to scream or cry. A second slap followed the first striking just a little lower. For the briefest second Kei thought it wasn't going to be as bad as he thought until Master started slapping first one ass cheek than the other in a quick non-stop stop barrage. It was the worst pain Kei had ever experienced in this life. He refused to scream out to stop for fear it would only make Master angrier. The tears he promised he wouldn't shed flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. His ass was on fire and he prayed that it would stop soon. He didn't know how long the punishment went on, but when Richard stopped Kei found himself feeling grateful to Richard for stopping the punishment, he also realized that as much as it hurt it was better than living on the streets.

Before leaving his lap Richard soothed Kei's cherry red ass cheeks with a cooling lotion allowing his finger to drift down the crack. He was salivating for this boy's ass, but he knew he would wait. The boy had to learn the basics before he could claim his ass.

Hideki's words echoed in his head 'always thank Master whenever he punishes you. He has to know that you deserved the punishment and enjoyed it'. Kneeling once again at Master's feet Kei apologized for taking so long, thanked him for the punishment and promised to strive to do better.

Richard stood and had Kei lean back on his heels. His mouth was right at his cock. "You are going to suck my cock now Kei. First you will lick your tongue over the head and then you will take as much of my length into your mouth. As you get more experienced I will expect you to be able to take the entire length, but I am a compassionate Master and understand that you have no experience."

"Thank you kind Sir," Kei said bowing his head. He took Richard's thick cock in his hands and licked over the head tasting the strings of pre-cum that were oozing from his slit. The taste was not unfamiliar to him as he had been eating his own cum since he it started shooting from his own cock. Looking down at Kei, loving the sight of this inexperienced boy taking a cock in his mouth for the first time, Richard placed his hands on Kei's head and slowly guided his cock into his mouth. He talked to him the whole time, telling him exactly how he wanted him to lick his tongue over the head and then down the shaft to his balls. He even explained to him how to take deep breaths and tilt his head upward to get the maximum length into his mouth. 

Unfortunately even talking to Kei couldn't distract him enough to keep from shooting his load. The site of his large thick cock sliding down this boy's mouth, his lips stretched to the max, was driving him over the edge. He started stroking the head and some of his shaft in and out of the boy's mouth. He looked down and found Kei starring up at him, his mouth was full of his cock as he tilted his chin further upwards in an attempt to try and please him by taking more of him into his mouth. More and more of his shaft disappeared, more than half of his cock was now in his mouth. Richard could take no more, he felt his cum bubbling up his shaft and a moment later pulsating waves of cum shot deep into Kei's mouth. Kei found he was happily swallowing every drop of his Master's gift hoping that it would never stop coming. But it did stop and when Master was done he collapsed in his chair telling Kei that he was to stand – obediently Kei raise his arms and placed them behind his neck so Master could see his entire body. 

"Looking at you in your clothes I wouldn't have thought you weren't of legal age for me to touch you, but Hideki told me you are eighteen, a man, he just didn't tell me how mature you really are." He said grabbing Kei's erect full sized cock and kneading it roughly between his fingers.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Almost every day Sir." He said blushing.

Richard was still holding the boys cock squeezing it harder between his fingers. "That will stop now. This cock is now my property and like you will be under my control." He paused a moment, let his cock go and grabbed his balls pulling them to the point that it was uncomfortable but not painful and looked at Kei dead in the eyes. "You will never touch yourself unless I give you permission. You will only cum when I deem you have earned the right to cum. I know in the beginning this will be difficult for you, but as time goes on you will learn to control your urges I will teach you how. I will forgive three indiscretions, if you have not learned after three there will have severe punishments each time you disobey. Do you understand me boy?"

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." Kei said bowing to Master.

"Tonight you will cum, after tonight you will not cum for many days, it might even be many weeks. You will learn that my pleasure is the only pleasure you will concern yourself with. When you displease me...well...you will be punished...and trust me boy, you don't want to do that! Now stroke your cock for me. Do not cum until I give your permission if you feel the need to cum you will let me know and I will show you how to hold it off."

Keeping his eyes on his Master he took his cock in his hands and started stroking it. Kei looked at his Master who was now watching him and all the fantasies about cumming for him had become reality. His cock was getting harder and he felt his balls starting to draw into him. He looked to Master for approval to cum but instead Master reached out and with his thumb and forefinger squeezed the head of his cock so hard it brought tears to his eyes and he almost lost his erection. Master's 'trick' had done the job, the urge to cum had passed and Kei resumed his stroking.

"Kei when you have the urge to cum again you will say "Master may I please cum now'. If I nod my head yes you will shot your load into your hand and hold it out for my inspection. When I have seen your cum you will lick your hand clean. If I do not nod my head you will pinch your cock like I've shown you and stop yourself from cumming." Kei bowed slightly from the waist to let Master know that he understood and agreed. 

Richard made him go through the process two more times before he allowed the boy to cum. Kei's balls were aching and just the touch of his hand almost sent him over the edge. He was so grateful when he saw Master nod his head he decided right then and there that whatever Master could do to him he would gratefully accept...and with a silent moan he came into his cupped hand. 

Looking at his hand he saw this was the most he had ever cum before. Master was impressed with the size of his load and even more so when Kei hungrily licked every drop of his juices from his hand. 

"You have made my cock hard again boy, it is your job to take care of me anytime you see my cock is hard. If I decide to accept you as mine then I will take your ass until that happens you will satisfy me with your hands and mouth. You will have to learn that it will always be up to me when I use your ass. You are to never put your ass to my cock without my permission. Never presume that you know what I want, that will only bring you punishment. Now kneel between my legs and take care of my cock."

Kei laced his fingers together cupping his cock and started a rubbing his shaft from the base to the just below the head and back down again. Master spread his legs, to allow the boy better access and leaned back in his chair savoring the feel of what Kei was doing to him. The boy might be inexperienced, but either Hideki taught him well or he was the most natural sex toy he would ever possess. He was hoping for the later because that meant endless possibilities for them. 

Richard started raising and lowering his hips to match Kei hands which were now hugging his cock tighter as they started moving quicker. He didn't like that he was going to cum so fast, but in his defense between Hideki's death and the boy making him wait it had been close to a week since he had cum. He made a mental note, as he looked down at the boy, to punish him again for denying him pleasure for so long but now he needed to cum and somehow Kei knew also as he lifted off his heels, onto his knees and bent into Master's cock. Just as his mouth touched the head Richard reached out grabbing the boys head and blew his load. Richard groaned loudly as wave after wave of cum shot into the boy's mouth. Kei's hands milked every drop from his shaft into his mouth and waited until he was sure Master had finished cumming before he removed his mouth and sat back on his heels.

Richard was still hard, his balls were aching and he knew that he had several more loads in him before he would be completely satisfied. Feigning anger, to prove his point, Richard grabbed the boy and pushed him back on the bed making him hang his head over the edge. "My balls are hurting and it is your fault," he said, "You have made me wait too long I'm going to be hard for hours. Your only job right now is to suck my cock and make me cum until my balls don't hurt anymore. Now open your fucking mouth."




The Brownstone: Scott Ch. 06



Kei showed no emotion as he opened his mouth and tilted his head further back so Master could have better access to guide his cock down his throat. Kei started gagging immediately, Richard backed off for a moment but as soon as he stopped gagged he resumed his attack on the boy's mouth. He had to cum again and this time he wasn't going to be gentle. "You are going to take this cock and swallow it or I am going to beat your ass until you won't be able to sit for days." he yelled. Relying on Hideki's teachings Kei open his mouth as wide as he could and relaxed his throat muscles, he took several deep breaths and slowing began to self-hypnotize to accept the cock. Richard pushed deeper into his mouth groaning as each inch went down. "That's it boy...take my cock...just a few more inches... feel my thickness kissing your throat....I'm going to pull out of your throat now, when I do I want you to take a deep breath...get ready boy I'm going to shove my cock down your throat and shoot my load..." Richard held onto the boys head as he pounded his cock into the boy, Kei couldn't move and couldn't breathe. "Here I cum boy, get ready..." Richard shouted as he took one more stroke and shoved the full length of his cock into Kei's mouth. There was a silence, then Kei felt Master's cock pulsating deep in his throat. Kei was heaving trying to get air into his lungs. Panic set in and he started writhing and bucking trying to break free of Master's restraint. But Richard held him down instinctively knowing exactly how much time he had before he had to pull out. He waited until he sensed Kei's heaving slow down, just before the boy was about to pass out, to pull out of him. Gasping for air Kei rolled onto his side coughing, gasping for air and trying to keep from throwing up all at the same time. 

"Don't tell me you didn't like It boy, look at that fucking cock of yours – hard as a rock." Richard said reaching out and pinching the head of the boy's cock so hard the boy screamed out in pain.

The scene repeated itself over and over again until Richard collapsed on the bed. His cock was finally drained and his hand was sore from inflicting punishments to the boy. The boy was his. He had taken everything and had maintained a hard rigid cock the entire time. He allowed him to cum one more time before he doused his cock and balls in an ice bath and then locked them in a cock cage. Richard had set down the edict until the day he decided if he would accept the boy as his the boy would not be allowed to see his cock hard.

Kei laid awake most of the night starring at the cage that had locked his cock away from him. Master fell asleep quickly, his even breathing occasionally broken by a loud snore every now and then. Kei chose to sleep on a mat on the floor next to the bed. He wanted to be close enough to Master if he woke anytime during the night and needed him to service him. 

At six o'clock the next morning he quietly slipped from the room to do all the tasks Master had dictated he do. He was specific on how he wanted his breakfast presented to him, how his clothes were to be ironed and laid out for him and how he wanted the bathroom prepared for his morning shower and shave. At precisely eight o'clock he silently slipped into the bed and wrapped his mouth around Master's already hard shaft and started sucking him. Master rolled onto his side, shoving his cock deeper into the boy's mouth moaning with pleasure as the boy used both his hands and his mouth to bring his Master to a first satisfying cum of the day.

For the next week this was how their days started. Each day brought new lessons and sensations. Master increased the punishments alternating from using his hand to a paddle. At first Kei hated the paddle, but after the first two sessions he found that no matter how much pain was inflicted on him he could tolerate it. He even came to love that sound of the leather slapping across his ass and how warm and red his ass cheeks were after a good working over. 

The day before they left for America Kei knelt before Richard and begged him to take him. Richard looked into the boy's eyes and nodded. He turned the boy around and without ceremony shoved his hard cock into Kei ass. He had never felt an ass as tight as Kei's was and relished every second of taking him. 

Kei ceased to being a person the moment that Richard took his ass. He was Richard's property and his sole purpose was to serve and pleasure him. For the next three years he never uttered a word to anyone other than his Master and even was limited what he could say to him. The waters between love and loathing were muddied for Kei, he feared Richard more than anyone in his life but there were also times, especially when Master would allow him to have an orgasm that he worshipped him. 

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Kei described to us how, after they had come to America, the things that Richard did to him, things that Kei thought were normal, which we considered torturous and inhumane treatment. He didn't know that life was meant for living and enjoying...and he didn't know what it meant it be loved and cared for. 

"Kei I promise you that will never happen to you again. You are legally here in the United States and have done nothing wrong that would warrant anyone putting you in jail. From this point forward you never have to do anything you don't want to do."

"But I am submissive, I know nothing else." He said. In his mind everything he had experienced was normal and every punishment Richard inflicted on him he deserved. He had no other scale to compare things to. Richard had treated him so badly and when he came to the brownstone John was very careful to keep him away from the other submissives and behind closed doors he picked up and continued where Richard left off. 

"Kei on Monday I am going to have a doctor come and see you. I want you to talk to this doctor. You will probably have to talk to him every day for a long time. This doctor is going to help you understand what has happened to you and to deal with things to become the good person we know you are."

Kei hung his head down. "Ke...I...will do as you say Sir."

"Please Kei, I am Michael and this is Scott. We are going to take care of you from now. We want to become your friends and your family."

Kei looked at us with tears welled in his eyes. "You will not sell Kei to another Master?" 

"No Kei, no one can ever sell you. You are free to be whoever and whatever you want to be."

"Thank you." he whispered bowing his head in reverence to us.

*

Renny and Wally too distracted by everything that was going on returned while we were in with Kei. The brownstone was abuzz with everything that had happened over the past few hours and they had come to offer any kind of support they could. Michael was totally drained by the time we emerged from speaking with Kei. In all the years he had been connected to the brownstone this was the first time anything like this had happened and he was mortified it had happened on his watch. He tried to put on his best face but wasn't succeeding very well. 

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Renny asked pulling him into his arms in a comforting hug. 

"There is." He said without even thinking.

"I want to ask both of you to help me out. I want to make some changes, and will need both you to help me out." We were sitting on the large sofa in the living room area. Michael had his arm around me holding me tightly against him.

"Wally, I'm going to close the brownstone for the day on Sunday and take everyone on an outing. While we are gone I would like you to upgrade the surveillance system throughout the brownstone – especially in the living quarters. I want cameras and audio in every bedroom and bathroom – right now only the common areas are covered. I know you well enough to know that you can do this in such a way that it will be discrete. I don't want anyone to know about this but the people in this room. I figure I could have the place empty for around ten hours. That should give you enough time. Use George if you like, but the least amount of people that know at this point the better. If it's not enough I'll get Stan to get some people in." He paused and looked at Renny, "I'm sure you can enlist him to help you also."

"You got it boss, where do you want the feeds to go to?"

"To start with I only want the four of us are to have access. In addition when you have completed that I want you to take a comprehensive tour of the brownstone. I'd like you to look in every nook and cranny. Charles told me years ago that Peter found a storage area off the dungeon level that no one knew about, I want to make sure that no one else has found that area. I don't want any secret places for people to escape to.

"Starting today I want to elevate you to VP of Security. You will only report to two people – Scott and me. I want you to submit an operating budget of what it will take to insure that every person when they are under this roof is protected. I don't care what the cost is – just let me know and I will make arrangements for you to get the money."

"Of course boss...and thanks for the promo!" Wally said enthusiastically. "But between you and I – there are three people I'm going to have to answer to." He said pointing to Renny.

"Yeah well...I think we all do that anyway." Michael said laughing.

"Hey!" Renny yelled trying to put on an innocent look.

"And now for you Renny...my dear sweet Renny, I can't even begin to tell you how in debt I am to you and how much I love you..."

"Oh sweetie, the feeling is so mutual!" he said.

Taking a deep breath he said, "Renny, I would very much like you to move into the brownstone and take over the day-to-day operations. I want you to become the VP of Operations."

Renny was actually speechless. All of his life all he had ever been was the flamboyant gay hairdresser. Now someone saw something different in him. "What about Eric?" he asked.

"I don't have the confidence in Eric that I used to. I'm not sure he is the person I can entrust the safety of the people that live in this house. I know it's a lot to consider and I'm hoping you will say yes."

Renny looked at Michael and said. "There is nothing to think about Michael of course I'll do it." He paused for a moment then smiled, "I was getting tired of shaving ass day in and day out anyway...."

Renny's humor and some good food seemed to take Michael out of his funk and by the end of dinner we all had a second wind. Michael and I insisted on serving our guests which included Renny and Wally and Peyton and Kei. We took a short cut by having the food prepared downstairs, but we waited on our guests and made sure that no one went without. Kei was a little overwhelmed by everything. He was not used to wearing clothes and had it had been years since he sat at a dinner table with a group of people. But as the evening wore on and with Peyton's help he started getting more and more comfortable and even laughed at one of Renny off color jokes. Renny's mothering ways immediately drew Kei to him who showed him more love in the few hours we are all together than he had ever had in his life. 

It was nice to have a quiet uneventful evening. Peyton and Kei went to their room when dinner was done. While Michael and I cleaned up Renny and Wally took advantage of few stolen minutes to themselves. By the time we joined them in the living room Wally was naked and buried deep in Renny's mouth. 

"Don't mind us," he said, "I just need to give my man his desert."

Wally on the outside was so very different than the naked Wally that was deep in Renny's mouth. He was what most people would classify as your stereotypical geek. He always seemed to wear the same baggy clothing with old worn tennis shoes and a backwards placed baseball cap. But the man that was standing over a kneeling Renny had a body of an athlete with defined pecks and abs. With the baseball cap gone we could see for the time that he was actually a really good looking man. The biggest shock came when he pulled out of Renny's mouth and we saw for the first time the beautiful instrument between his legs. His plentiful length had just the right amount girth but what made Michael and I stare open mouthed was the perfectly formed and sensuous bulbous head crowning his cock. It was the most perfect cock I had ever seen on any man. It just seemed to scream to anyone that looked at it to please lick me.

"Nice fucking cock" Michael said almost whistling at it. He wasn't the least bit shy to pass on such a compliment. It also made me realize that it didn't take anything away from him and I, it was more like appreciating a piece of fine artwork.

"Thank you." Wally said walking over to us so we could admire him up close. Both of us, at the exact same time, reached out and glided our hands over the perfectly formed head and along his smooth shaft. 

"I've appreciated both of your cocks from afar. I wouldn't mind experiencing them up close." He said in an arousing voice. 

"Yes...yes...let's all get naked!" Renny yelled excitedly.

"Gentlemen, as much as I'd love to be naked and rolling around on the floor with all of you, and I'm sure one day we will experience that, I'm am furloughed for the next couple of days," Michael stated, "and I am in desperate need of private time with this very special man." He took my hand in his and pulled me to a standing position. "I thank both of you for the friendship and love you have given to both Scott and me." There were hugs all around before we were able to retreat to the bedroom and finally after a long emotional day take our clothes off and fall into bed.

Michael and I had exactly three hours to ourselves when a very timid Kei crawled into bed with us. Our scared little twenty-one year old was suffering from a nightmare and only found solace when he settled himself between Michael and me and proceeded to fall into a sound sleep. The next morning I woke up to find Kei still sound asleep burrowed deep into my side, his hand wrapped around my cock. I looked at Michael who was awake and smiling.

"You have a friend." He whispered.

"Who is quite attached to me." I said looking down.

"Maybe he thinks it's his teddy bear." 

Moving slightly I tried to extricate my cock from Kei's hand but the boy was dead asleep and hanging on for dear life. Michael finally helped me out by turning Kei away from me. Sleepily he opened his eyes and smiled. 

"I'm sorry." He said.

"There is absolutely nothing to be sorry about Kei. You are more than welcome to sleep here whenever you want to." Michael said giving him a hug of reassurance. 

Our life for the next two weeks revolved around the brownstone, our newly formed family and stealing time for us. Tina finally tracked me down to let me know that she accepted the position in San Diego and decided it was best to move there with a clean slate. The last thing either of us wanted was a long drawn out divorce and I acquiesced to whatever she wanted – which was mainly money, which I had plenty of and didn't mind parting with to end our relationship quietly. That part of my life was happily over.

There was no question that Michael and I would live together – it just seemed to be a given. I couldn't imagine a day without him in it. Michael said it the first morning we woke up together that he wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of his life and see me lying beside him. That was my plan as well – and if it included Kei in our bed also, then so be it. 

Kei began psychological counseling and after the first week we saw a marked difference in him. The psychologist told us that Kei was resilient and with time and patience he would learn to live with the horrors of what Richard did to him and eventually he would lead a normal life. He would never forget what was done to him, but Jim said he would give Kei the proper tools to deal with what happened to him. 

Kei still came to our bed every night. Whether he lurked in the background or instinct drove him he always waited until we had our private time together before he crawled into bed between us, wrapped his hand around either my cock or Michael's and fell into a deep sleep.

It came as a big shock to both Michael and I at the close of the second week when one night Kei didn't come to our bed. It felt so odd to be able to snuggle the whole night with Michael and have his hand on my cock instead of Kei's.

"Good Morning" Michael whispered in my ear the next morning. We were spooned together enjoying the solace of being alone.

"Mmmm...morning" I said pressing my body closer to his. His cock was in its normal morning state - hard and wanting. I pressed myself against it.

"Speaking about your ass and my cock...." He said nestling his cock comfortable between my ass cheeks. I could feel him smiling into my neck. "Have you given any thought to when and how you want your de-flowering?" He ran his hands gently over my ass cheeks.

"My what?" I said rolling over in his arms facing him. He had a big smile pasted across his face.

Kissing my lips gently he said, "Do you want it to be just you and me when you lose your virginity..." he kissed me again, "or do you want to invite some people over to share the experience."

"Wow" I said sitting up. This was something I had never even considered."What do you want?"

"Whatever will make you happy" he answered back immediately pulling me back into his arms. 

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"Whatever will make be happy?" Scott asked in a surprised manner. "How would I know? I've never done this before."

Pulling him back into his arms and kissing him deeply Michael said. "I could take you right now and get it over it and we would never have to talk about it again." Michael rolled on top of Scott and let him feel his hard cock against his thigh. 

"I...I...don't know." Scott said. Maybe deep down inside he really did want the ceremony. Michael hadn't had one and had told him that as much as he enjoyed his first time he wished it could have been more of a celebration. 

Scott reflected on the ceremony they had attended the weekend before. Michael, as Head Master, officiated and insisted that Scott be at his side. They were standing chatting with the Master, an affluent older gentleman. a widower, from Connecticut that had finally decided to lead the life HE wanted to lead rather than what other people expected him to lead when a loud bell starting ringing and the booming voice of one of the Trainers announced to everyone in the room that a virgin was entering. Everyone in the room began cheering as the Trainer led the submissive to the ceremony area. Scott was taken back when he saw that the submissive was a middle aged man, older than any submissive he had ever met at the brownstone. 

"We welcome our Masters and submissives tonight." Michael announced when the submissive was presented to his Master. "We are especially proud tonight to celebrate this ceremony. We've known Lawrence for many years. He's always been a Master that has carried himself with grace and dignity and a distinguished patron to the brownstone. Almost a year ago he met Brian through the grief group they were attending after both men had recently lost their wives. As a friendship grew between them Lawrence opened up to Brian letting him know that he although he always honored the sanctity of his marriage there was a part of him that also preferred the company of men. Happily for both of them Brian admitted that although he had never been with a man he found himself extremely attracted to him. They have waited a year to have this ceremony until Brian was ready to commit himself to Lawrence. Tonight we shall all act as their witness."

Brian knelt before his Master and with tears in his eyes committed himself, body and soul to Lawrence. Normally all a Master needed to say is 'I do' but Lawrence echoed Brian's words committed himself to Brian to be the best Master his heart would allow him to be. When they were done Lawrence walked behind Brian and told him to get on all fours, his ass in the air, his chest on the ground and his hands spreading his ass cheeks to offer his ass to his new Master. Lawrence held his cockhead at his submissives ass for a long moment, until it opened to him and then drove his cock deeply into his ass for the first time. The whole room cheered and applauded. After Lawrence had cum deep in Brian's ass and pulled out, Brian turned to his Master begging him to please take him again.