8 comments/ 9942 views/ 8 favorites The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 01 By: jayjayk The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 01 "I'm sorry you've had such a hard time of it." "It is what it is. I am going to graduate in June and hopefully find a job and put that part of my life behind me." "How do you live now?" "I was able to score a scholarship from the State of New York for the first two years of school. I worked summers and put money away. One year I worked on a fishing boat in Maine, made great money too. That paid for almost my entire junior year. I wasn't so lucky after that. I was able to make enough money last summer to pay my senior tuition but that was about all. I use the library for my text books, computer access and to study. I sell my plasma twice a week that gets me sixty bucks and pays my fifty dollar a week room. The other ten dollars goes towards food. I try and work odd jobs to get extra money but during wintertime there just aren't too many...that's how I came to be here." "How long has it been since you've had a decent meal?" "It seems like all of my life." Wally said sadly. "But before the pie and coffee tonight it had been over a day. " Adam knew from Wally's expression it had been more than one day. "Come...I'm going to make you something to eat. Then you'll get a good night's sleep and in the morning we will figure out a way for you to always have enough." Adam said. "Don't pity me." Wally said flatly. "I couldn't bear it." "It's not pity Wally, its concern." * Adam's apartment was warm and modern and for some unknown reason Wally felt instantly at ease. Adam showed him to the spare bedroom which had its own private bathroom with a shower that actually worked. Adam left him in the bedroom long enough to get him a pair a sweats to put on then showed him around the rest of the place. "I'm not a great cook, I normally have my meals downstairs at 'Lucy's', but I can make a decent omelet if that's okay with you." He asked when they had settled in the kitchen. "Anything would be fine. I pretty much live on a diet of Raman noodles and an occasional burger when I can afford it." Wally said resolutely. "You are a phenomenal person...to do this all on your own." "I learned a long time ago that I can only count on myself...and as corny as this sounds I actually believe there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I've busted my ass to keep my nose clean, studied hard and feel confident the best is yet to come. I have bad days...but I look to the future and know that soon they will be over." Adam was oddly silent for long time while he busied himself cooking them food. "I'd like to help...if I could" he finally said. He handed Wally a blueberry muffin he had warmed in the microwave to munch on while the omelet was cooking. "You are Adam. The money you are going to pay me will go a long long way." "I'd like to do more." "Two questions pop to mind when you say that." Wally said taking little bites from the muffin. "One is why? And the other is what would I have to do to deserve 'the more' as you so aptly put it." "Because and nothing" Adam said. The omelet was done and he served it up on heated plates he pulled from the warming drawer. "I guess this is one of the crossroads you are going to come to in your life where you have to learn to trust someone." He said playing with his food. Wally was eating slowly savoring every bite he took. "Okay...so let's say I decided to trust you...what would you like to do?" "For starters you could move in here, into the spare room. I live close enough to Columbia that you could either walk or take the bus. I know you don't want any handouts so let's say that in exchange for your staying you will model for me and maybe let's say...help out around here." Wally looked around the spacious apartment and then thought about the tiny shithole he lived in. It really was a no brainer. But what if it didn't work out? What would he do then? "How about this," Adam interjected interrupting Wally's thoughts, "You earned a hundred dollars for tonight's session. Take that money and pay for your place for two weeks. I'm sure that after two weeks you'll know if this will work for you." "I think that would be okay." "Good! Now on that note I'm going to leave you to rest while I go to work." "May I watch? Just for a few minutes...I won't disturb you..." "Sure." They cleaned up their dishes and headed back down to Adam's office. The minute they walked into his workroom Wally's mouth gaped open and he was completely speechless. Wally was a computer geek, and he was the first to admit it. The room surrounding him was dark and filled with the finest computer equipment he had ever been close enough to touch. His attention was drawn to the wall across from the door, his feet not able to take the three steps fast enough to get him there. He lightly ran his fingers over the dual 32 inch monitors that supported the biggest and best Mac system money could buy. In the back of the room was a PC system with a 40 inch monitor and two gaming chairs that practically left Wally panting. "I use the Mac for my photography and the PC...well quite obviously... for gaming." "You're a gamer?" Adam turned crimson for a moment before nodding admitting that he was. "Wow...I would have never guessed." Wally continued looking around the room. "You know how you felt when you looked at me when I took my clothes off...well that's how I'm feeling about this room. This is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I've only ever dreamed of being in the same room with equipment like this." "I have a server in another room I would appreciate you checking it out when you get a chance. Feel free, if I'm not working, to use anything. My regular tech guy quit after the last time he was here, said I was unreasonable to work with, so there is a lot of work...you know geek stuff you like to do...that needs to be done." Adam smiled and shook his head - the boy had no idea just how sexy he was. "You'd trust me to do that?" Wally asked incredulously. "Of course. You are probably better educated than my previous guy, hence the reason he quit...Wally, I am an artist. My palette is my computer. I don't use tubes of paint to mix colors like an artist does. I have to rely on the computer to do that for me. When it goes out of...you know whatever it does...I need someone to be able to come in and give me the tones, hues and colors I require. To help me mix them the way they should be mixed. I couldn't get that out of the previous tech." "I can get you aligned perfectly, seeing every color you are supposed to be seeing." For the first time since they met Wally let out and ear-to ear grin. At one in the morning Wally left an absorbed Adam and headed to bed. It had been an eventful and long day and his body needed to be recharged. The king size bed was more than comfortable. It actually fit his large frame, unlike the full size bed he had slept in for the past two years. Stretching out he contemplated relieving the ache he had in his balls from hours earlier but decided that he'd wait until tomorrow. He suspected that Adam was going to want to photograph him cumming, something he more than looked forward to doing. It surprised him how at ease he was with being naked and letting Adam take his pictures. Even more than that, he liked having Adam watching his every move. He saw the hard-on that Adam got when he stripped his clothes off and stroked himself to hardness. He enjoyed teasing him, especially seeing the expression on his face when he ran his thumb over his bulbous head and spread the first bead of pre-cum making it glisten. Adam was unaware that he was practically drooling over Wally but he saw it and it made it him happy that he could incite such desire in another person. * Adam was closing in on being fifty years old. He'd never married and had never sustained any type of long term relationship, either with a female or male. In his late twenties a girlfriend at the time suggested a three-way. He'd figured he was going to be treated to two women but when a good looking man named Chad walked through the door, although there was a moment of hesitation, he found himself agreeing to the odd arrangement. That night he discovered he liked to service men. The first time Chad shot his load deep into Adam's mouth not only did it feel like the most natural thing but he wanted more and sucked Chad until he was hard again. Over the next few years he considered himself bisexual, still enjoying the company of women on occasion but mainly preferring to be with men. By the time he reached forty he had stopped seeing women all together and dated men solely. If anyone ever asked him to describe himself in one word he would have chosen the word 'Loner'. He directed his passion and emotions to his art and never desired having a life-long relationship with another person. He discovered the anonymity of online gaming which filled any needs he might have had to communicate with others. He could have online 'friends' without having to entertain them. During his lean years, before the money, he was practically celibate. The fear of disease was too consuming. Above everything else in his life Adam was fastidious about cleanliness and practicing safe sex. After the money he was afforded the opportunity to join a haven where safe sex and clean men were in abundance. The brownstone was an elite private club for men who paid an exorbitant amount of money to enjoy the company of other men. Charles, the owner and Head Master at the brownstone catered to all types of men. At its inception the brownstone was a place for Masters to dominate submissive men. Over the years, and change of leadership at Cecil's death, the brownstone grew into a place wealthy men could simply enjoy the company of other men in whatever manner they chose. For the most part the majority of the members were 'Tops' looking for a bottom that enjoyed sucking and fucking but like Adam there was always the occasional member that was a 'bottom' that craved the feel of a man inside of him. Charles assured Adam that his sexual needs would always be fulfilled. There had never been a time during the two years he had been member that he was ever dissatisfied with the quality or quantity of men at his avail. He had a few regular men that he enjoyed being with, which even included Charles. He especially liked Charles' private exam room, not minding one bit when the doctor was 'in'. Although Adam didn't have a high tolerance for pain, he did enjoy a good solid spanking on occasion followed up by a hearty fucking. The brownstone had so much to offer and Adam was never disappointed. He never felt a desire to stray from the fold - that was until the moment he laid eyes on Wally. Wally was different than any of the other men that responded to the ad. He exuded an intelligence he hadn't seen in the other men and a raw sexuality no one had ever displayed to either him or his camera. He categorized the men that replied to the ad to be either druggies looking to make a score, homeless looking for a buck or male prostitutes looking to get laid. Wally certainly didn't fall into any of those catagories. It almost brought tears to his eyes when he looked at the computer realizing that all the years he spent on his art had finally reached its pinnacle. He had found what he was looking for in the form of Wally Smith. The images that stared back at him ceased being lifeless and flat. They were alive and at times he could almost feel they were breathing. It was after five in the morning when overpowering tiredness finally forced him away from the computer. He made his way upstairs and after checking on Wally he fell into bed into a deep satisfying sleep. The snowplow jarred Wally from his sleep at ten the next morning. He looked out and saw that it had snowed throughout the night and the foot of snow from last night had turned into three or four. He flipped on the TV in his bedroom and watched the news reports stating it was the worst storm in a century. All roads leading in and out of New York were closed as well as the railways and airports. For all intents and purposes the island of Manhattan was cut off from the rest of the world – which was just fine with Wally. He was relishing living in this lap of luxury. Wally couldn't find anything about Adam's loft apartment he didn't like. The bed was more than comfortable and for the first time in years he woke up not feeling stiff or sore. The shower was amazing and he knew he dwelled too long under the high pressure jets. The heated floors in the bathroom kept him warm while he shaved and redressed in the sweats Adam had given him the night before. He felt the warmest he'd been all winter. In the kitchen he made a fresh pot of coffee performing the same steps he had watched Adam do the night before. The room immediately filled with the aroma of fresh brewed coffee jump-starting Wally's appetite. He knew that Adam had offered him a room and bath but did it also include food. He opened the well stocked fridge at the same moment his stomach started grumbling begging to be fed again. "It's okay...help yourself to whatever there is in there." Adam's still heavy from sleep voice called out from the bedroom "Are you sure?" "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." Wally grabbed another muffin and walked to the voice coming from the other room. Adam's bedroom was massive, probably the biggest room in the whole apartment. Wally wondered why anyone would need such a large room but then he remembered that Adam had millions of dollars, he could pretty much have anything he wanted. "You can come in. I promise I don't bite." Adam said chuckling. He was sitting up in bed comfortably hiding his morning woody. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes...thank you again for letting me stay..." "I'm hoping you will take me up on my offer. I think we are a lot alike and I know you would respect my privacy as I would yours." Wally nervously walked into the room and sat on the edge of the more then king size bed. "I've never been with anyone before." He blurted out. Adam was shocked by Wally's sudden admission but also wondered why he was telling him this. Reaching over he turned the light on in the room and sat up further. He was naked but kept himself covered with the heavy comforter. "I don't want you to think that the reason I offered you the room was so that you would sleep with me." "But I see that you are attracted to me." Obviously Adam wasn't hiding it well enough. "I am...but I respect your privacy Wally. Just because I prefer the company of men doesn't mean that you do too." "To be honest I'm not sure about anything with regards to sex. I've never dated a woman...or a man...I've always kept to myself. When I masturbate I don't think about having sex with someone. I've only ever had myself so all I think about is the best way I can satisfy myself. Last night, when I took my clothes off for you I was shocked at how comfortable I felt. I even liked how you looked at me. I think it even made me harder...knowing how much you enjoyed seeing me." "You've missed out on so much of your life...and now you have an opportunity to...well...to lead somewhat of a normal life...relax...you don't have to figure out everything in one breath." Shrugging he said "I guess not" stood and walk quietly out of the room. Ten days later Adam waited patiently at the brownstone restaurant for Charles to arrive. He had called him earlier in the morning and asked if they could meet. Charles rarely denied members his time and he liked Adam and readily agreed to meet him for lunch. They bypassed the main dining room opting for one of the private dining rooms on the second floor. The private dining rooms were 'clothing optional' and food didn't necessarily have to be eaten from the plate on which it was served. Charles and Adam arrived at the same time and were content to remain clothed. Adam didn't want the distraction of Charles' handsome cock to divert him from the conversation he wanted to have with him. "We haven't seen you in awhile Adam. I hope everything is fine with you." The membership at the brownstone was capped at two hundred and seventy-five and somehow Charles always knew how often each member frequented the establishment. "My life is probably the best it's been in years." He answered giving him one of his rare smiles. "I finally found the right model for my art." "Wonderful...I hope you plan on showing me some of your work. I've always been interested in art and how people perceive the world around them." "I've brought some of the work with me today. I was hoping that you would like it enough to allow me to have my first, and only show, here..." Charles nodded, but Adam could see the wheels in motion within him. No one had ever put on an art show at the brownstone before. He could see that it was an interesting concept for him. Pulling out his portfolio he laid it across the still empty table allowing Charles the honor of opening it. It was all in the presentation and he wanted to read the expression on Charles' face the moment he laid eyes on Wally. Charles opened the portfolio gazing on the first photo. It was from the first night as Wally had started undressing himself. Wally was leaning against the wall, one foot resting on the wall. His shirt was off and his jeans were unzipped. The angle of the shot was from the neck down with the camera trained on his crotch. Looking closely at the jeans you could see his happy trail leading down to his thick patch of pubic hair, the outline of his extended cock and just the tip of the bulbous head. Charles was dead quiet as he stared at the picture. Adam could see that he was looking at every aspect of the black & white photograph and could almost imagine Charles running his finger on the photo to feel the definition in Wally's body. There even seemed to be a reluctance to want to turn the page, afraid of tearing his eyes away from the beautiful image. When he finally got the nerve he turned the page. His eyes opened wider when he saw the next photograph of Wally with his cock out of the jeans and Wally's long masculine fingers wrapped around the shaft. The camera angle was so close he could see a bead of pre-cum that had begun oozing from his slit. "Wow!" he exclaimed shifting in his chair "I have seen some erotic art before, but never anything like this...the closest I can come to expressing what I see is – these are hot! And still it doesn't cover what I'm feeling." He was having the exact reaction Adam was hoping he would have. Adam looked down to Charles' lap, his cock was hard and unconsciously he was touching himself, lusting after needed friction, as he turned one page at a time, studying, gazing lustfully, longingly and wanting more. "He's even more appealing shaved..." he said letting out a tiny moan. Adam could see a dark spot of precum stain in Charles' grey pants, the exact reaction Adam had hoped. There was a part of him that wanted to volunteer to relieve his hard on with his mouth but he didn't want to take anything away from the images Charles was starring at. * Over breakfast on the first morning Adam asked Wally how he would feel about shaving himself. Wally looked at him curiously asking timidly why he wanted him to shave again. Adam stifled a laugh not wanting to embarrass Wally. "Um...I was hoping that I could get you to shave your pubic hair, the hair on your balls...and the hair on your ass." Adam said, deriving the expected response from Wally who was the brightest shade of red he probably had ever seen. "I...I..." He started and stopped a sentence several times before he, still red-faced, admitted that he wouldn't even know how to begin to do something like that. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 01 "If you trust me enough I would be more than happy to show you." There was a hesitating shrug before he said okay. Adam could tell that Wally was unsure of everything that was happening but for some unknown reason he was more than willing to see it through. "Do you shave yourself also?" He asked. They were in the bathroom and Adam was running warm water getting everything ready. "I have someone do it for me." His thoughts strayed to Renaldo and the last time he was at the shop. "Do you get hard when you are being shaved?" "Yes...most of the time. The man that shaves me is very attractive...um...we...well you know..." "Is he your boyfriend?" Wally had taken off his clothes and was sitting on the toilet, his long legs pulled up with his cock jutting out between them. Without even thinking Adam grabbed his camera and took a couple of shots of this erotic pose. "No...he's not...this is difficult to explain...but I belong to a group of men that only have sex amongst ourselves. We value cleanliness and health above everything else. Renaldo is the exclusive barber for this group. He too belongs to the group and therefore it is acceptable if I...well you know..." "So you don't sleep with anyone that isn't part of your group?" "No...never...." Adam said. "Oh..." He said not making his thoughts clear enough for Adam to understand. "I'd like to see how you look shaved." Wally announced a moment later, there was also an undercurrent of 'you've seen me, I want to see you'. Adam took a step back and pulled down his sweatpants. His cock which had been under control grew from the knowledge that it was being looked upon. Reaching down Adam pulled his cock up to show Wally his pristinely shaven pubic area and balls. Without the least bit of hesitation Wally reached out and let his fingers graze lightly over the clean shaven balls. "That is nice..." he said holding his eyes to Adams'. "I told a little lie earlier, when I told you that I don't think about anything when I masturbate...last night, when I had taken off my clothes and was standing there watching your reaction...seeing the yearning in your eyes...I imagined you on your knees with my cock in your mouth..." His didn't blush and wasn't embarrassed by his admission. "Wally...I don't want you to think about us like that right now...let me be your friend first...please..." Adam stepped back and pulled his sweat pants up covering his now angry cock. If Wally was disappointed he didn't show it. He simply dropped his legs to floor and asked what he needed to do. Adam had him start by using a small scissors to trim his pubic hair as much as possible. When he had completed the first step Adam had him lather the hair around his now hard cock with shaving cream from Renaldo's shop and using a new razor blade shave has much as he could with the help of the mirror Adam held for him. When he was done he told Adam he didn't feel comfortable shaving his balls. Adam volunteered to do it for him with the understanding it wasn't a sexual come-on, it was purely for the sake of the photo shoot. Adam tried his hardest to keep it as clinical as he could but couldn't keep his raging hard on under control as he touched Wally and pulled the razor gently over Wally's full balls. He thought at one point he was going to lose it when he lightly ran his fingers over the shaved areas to make sure he had gotten all the hair. "Are you comfortable enough to bend over and let me shave your ass?" He asked after he had taken a warm towel to his pubic area and balls and let Wally feel the silky smoothness of his newly shaved area. Wally's cock was rock hard and spewing pre-cum but they looked past that as he discovered a new and sensual feeling on his body. "Be my guest." Wally said standing to turn around. He bent his long body over the sink and reached back to spread his ass cheeks. Adam, speechless, knew he had to make quick work of the shaving as he felt his cock throbbing against his stomach. "I know I should apologize to you," Adam said as he made quick work of shaving his sparsely haired ass, "I am extremely turned on by this and for that I am sorry. I promised you I would be professional and I feel like I'm letting you down." "I'm turned on too Adam. Your touch is very...well it's soothing and sexy at the same time." Adam had no earthly idea how he prevented himself from taking Wally at the very moment or shooting his load. * Charles' gaze was transfixed on the final photo – the piece de resistance – Wally in the throes of his orgasm. The black and white photograph was the epitome of everything Adam had ever hoped for in his art, making the one dimensional photograph come alive. From the tightness of his abs, to the strain of his fingers holding his cock Charles could practically feel the pulsing ejaculation. There was cum everywhere, shooting from his cock, on his abs, dripping from his nipples and even a thick strand cutting across his thigh. "I'm speechless..." Charles said letting out a deep breath of air. "I have never seen anything like this before Adam...I...of course I would love for you to have an exhibit here...but be prepared – everyone is going to want to own your art...I just never knew you were so gifted..." "Thank you Charles. I appreciate your kind words. I'm not sure I want to sell any of the pictures...but I wouldn't mind having some of my work adorning the walls of the lounge area...that's always been a dream of mine." "Then that's what we shall do...maybe you'd consider doing a photo session of Michael and I, I would love to have some art of us together." "It would be my honor to photograph two such stunning men." Adam was pleased that Charles would consider doing something like that. "The model? Are you with him?" Charles wasn't one to beat around the bush. Adam also knew the question was two-fold. He needed to know if Adam had gone beyond the rules of the brownstone...plus he suspected that Charles was turned on by him and wanted to get his hands on him. "Not really Charles. He's had a really difficult time of it...when I met him he was living hand to mouth. He's put himself through school, Columbia, and is going to graduate this spring. He was living in a fifty dollar a week flop house. It had been close to two days since he had eaten when we met..." Adam sighed telling Charles about the first meeting. "I'm pretty sure he likes men. He never talks about woman and he told me it turned him on knowing that I was turned on by him." Adam intentionally left out Wally's admission of wanting him to suck his cock. "Do you think he would be a good submissive?" "No. He's definitely not that. He commands attention...I mean look at the body he was meant to be worshipped." Charles shook his head in agreement. Adam took a deep breath and got to the other reasons why he asked for meeting. "I need two more things from you Charles. Please. One...Wally needs a job. He's graduating with honors from Columbia in a few months with a degree in Information Technologies. I know you've been fighting the battle of technology here at the brownstone trying to protect the members. I honestly think that Wally can help you out. He's been working on my system at home and in such a short time he's made a two hundred percent difference." He stopped speaking and waited for Charles to speak. "And what is the second thing?" "I'd like for Wally to be vetted...he wants to explore his sexuality and I want him to be able to do it in a safe environment." "Are you in love with him?" Charles asked. "No." Adam spoke the truth. He would never love anyone. It wasn't in his genetic makeup to feel strong emotions towards another human being. "He needs a friend right now and that's what I want to be. I won't lie to you that I dream of feeling that cock of his sliding in and out of me one day, but right now it's more important that I be his friend." "I will meet the boy...bring him by tomorrow late afternoon..." Charles said. "Now...lunch or an exam?" Once again Charles dropped his hand to crotch this time letting Adam see the outline of his thick cock that was still hidden by his pants. "Oh most definitely an exam...I have missed seeing the doctor..." "First you have to relieve this ache...then we'll go upstairs." In total sync with each other Charles unzipped his pants as Adam dropped to his knees. Opening the portfolio Charles allowed himself to get lost in Adam's mouth and the picture of Wally's orgasm. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 02 Wally - 2004 Adam dreaded the phone call he had to make but looking over to the clock he knew he couldn't put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath he picked up the phone and slowly dialled the number. It rang once and Adam prayed for voice-mail, it rang a second time and he debated hanging up, half-way through the third ring a low sexy voice said, "Hello Adam". "Hello Charles," he responded. "I wanted to call you to let you know that Wally won't be coming in for the interview today." "Oh?" Adam closed his eyes and imagined Charles lying on his bed. He probably had a submissive between his legs pleasuring his beautiful cock, the same cock that had so superbly slid in and out of him twenty-four hours earlier. "Yes...well...when I told him I had spoken to you regarding a possible position he...well...he wasn't happy that I approached you without speaking to him first. Wally doesn't know how to accept help from people. He thinks everyone has an ulterior motive. I'm really sorry Charles." "He is a handful, isn't he?" Charles chuckled. He'd been there once as he remembered the first few days with Michael. 'Touch yourself' Charles's sexy voice seemed to whisper to him without saying the words. "Yeah...he left here in a huff late last night and I haven't seen or heard from him since. I know he'll be back, his few meager possessions are still here." 'Think of how my cock stretched your ass and brought you so much pleasure yesterday afternoon.' Charles' sexy voice echoed in his head. Adam's imagination slipped back to being tied down on Charles' examination table, his legs splayed wide open in the high stirrups. Charles painstaking took his time deriving pleasure for both them with his teasing and taunting. He used Adam's ass to edge himself, stroking in and out until he was ready to cum, then stopping and holding dead still. When the urge passed he started over again. Adam lay unable to move, for what seemed like hours, loved every second, every stroke, every feeling Charles evoked not only in his ass, but throughout his entire body. "I understand difficult, I think we've all been there," Charles called to mind the one and only serious fight he and Michael had the first weekend they spent together. "Listen, Michael left for Washington this morning and I won't be joining him until late tomorrow night. We are going to make a weekend of it...you know the house in the country, wine, long walks, that whole romance thing..." Charles' voice drifted for a moment, "as strange as it sounds I always look forward to the times we can be totally alone...we work too hard and don't take enough time out for ourselves..." Charles sighed as he thought about his precious Michael. "However, right now I'm bored as shit, horny as hell and no one is tickling my fancy here...why don't I come over there? We can wait for the boy...or just pick up where we left off yesterday...which I enjoyed immensely...but I then again I always have a great time when I'm using your ass..." 'Don't cum yet...wait for me...' He could almost hear Charles moan. "I want to suck that cum from your cock then fuck you into tomorrow." "I would enjoy that Charles." "Don't cum until I get there, I'm hungry for a big load of cum. I want you to be nice and hard and ready for me." Charles chuckled again, he knew men like Adam all too well. Charles brought pizza and two bottles of his favorite red wine when he arrived two hours later. It was just after six in the evening and Wally still hadn't returned. Adam put on his best face but Charles could see that he was upset. "I'm really not very adept in situations like this...I've never been good when it comes to people ..." He was nervous that he had unintentionally hurt Wally. "I just wanted to help him. He's had such a rough time of it." He said as he slowly sipped on the wine. It was the best he had ever tasted but knew he needed to pace himself. He wasn't one that handled alcohol well and wanted to be at his best for whatever Charles had planned for later. "I went through the exact same thing with Michael. I fully understand what both of you are feeling. Michael was nineteen years old when we met. He had no family. The only thing he was clinging to was the scholarship that kept him in school." Charles would never forget the first time he laid eyes on Michael. He was sitting at the bar at Sammie's, a men's bar that Charles owned, drinking a soda and studying his schoolwork - probably a first for that bar. He was a head-to-toe mess, from his bad haircut, cheap jeans and one of those roommate hand-me-down shirts that should have been thrown in the trash ages ago. Even in his state of disarray Charles knew this man was his destiny. "Then I came along with all my fucking money and all I wanted to do was spoil the living crap out of him. I wanted to give him everything he hadn't had in his life. I thought I was showing him the finer side of life. I pushed him and pushed him and pushed him until he literally ran away. It took close to six weeks for both of us to come to our senses." Charles would never forget that cold December night sitting for hours in the parking lot outside of Michael's dorm trying to muster up the courage to take the first step by calling him. "When I drove into that parking lot I knew I would never leave there until I could talk to him again. I learned a valuable lesson that weekend that has carried us throughout these past twenty years, I can't control everything and that we always have to communicate. Do you know that since that day we've never had a serious argument? I'm truly the luckiest man in the world." A noise downstairs distracted them and Adam jumped up apprehensively knowing it was Wally. Moments later Charles heard low grumbling voices before both Wally and Adam appeared. Wally, dressed in baggy well-worn, dirty looking jeans, a ripped oversized flannel shirt and a faded NY Yankees baseball cap pulled down low obscuring his face was the farthest thing from the pictures of the Adonis-like creature Charles had seen a day earlier. Wally stood detached off to one side. He looked everywhere but at the two men sitting at the table and barely acknowledged Charles other than a brief nod of his head. "If you'll excuse me please, I'll be back in a few minutes." He mumbled. Turning he left Charles and Adam sitting staring at his back side as he walked away from them. "Trust me I thought the same thing you are thinking the first time I saw him. What he lacks in social graces and bad first impressions he makes up in his unique beauty and brains. Underneath that mess is an intelligent boy and I'm sure his education hasn't even put a dent in his full potential." "I'm totally stupefied." Charles' mind worked a mile a minute trying to rationalize what he had just seen, "there is no way I could ever have him working at the brownstone looking like that - no matter how good he is. I know you mentioned he likes to blend in...the only problem is looking like that he can only blend in at a soup kitchen." "I know Charles. Maybe between the two of us we can get through to him." Wally stood in the shower letting the hot water pound down on him. Of everything he missed over the past twenty-four hours it was the sanctity of this bathroom. The room with all its warmth was pure nirvana for him. The hot shower clouded the room with a warm steamy mist and had succeeded in relaxing his anger somewhat. He had apologized to Adam for leaving like he did, but refused to apologize for how he felt about Adam overstepping his boundaries to get him a job without talking to him first. 'Damn Adam for going behind my back.' He thought as he raised his head and let the water run over his face. He was shocked when he returned to Adam's place and saw Charles sitting there. Instead of being happy to be back, it only served to revive his anger once again. All of his life he had done everything for himself. He had successfully gotten himself through school without anyone's help and wanted to be able to find a job on his own also. He never wanted to feel obligated to anyone for anything. The only problem to this whole mess was that working for someone like Charles Spencer was a dream come true. Wally had spent his night away secreted in the library reading up on him and Cecil & Company. Everything he read led him to the same conclusion. The billionaire businessman exuded confidence and a passion for everything he did, making Wally wonder why someone like Charles Spencer would even consider someone like him. What could he do for his multi-billion dollar company that Charles didn't already have in place? His mind drifted to Charles. When he met Adam two weeks ago something in him was sparked, waking up a sexual need within him he had never known before. Only he wasn't sure it was Adam he was attracted to. He appreciated that Adam was an intelligent, good looking man who had a heart of pure gold. He valued the kindness Adam extended him. It had given Wally back the ability to trust again. There was even an appeal to him, albeit slight. In essence Wally felt more comforted by Adam's friendship than anything else. It was Charles, however, that turned that spark into a full blown fire within him. The instant he laid eyes on Charles Spencer...oh holy fuck...he was the epitome of what wet dreams were made of. In pictures he was a good looking dynamic man but in real life he was a tall, masculine and gorgeous man dripping with sex appeal. Never in his life had anyone made Wally's cock hard and wanting like Charles did after just one sideways glance at him. Closing his eyes Wally created an image of a naked Charles standing next to him in the shower. Wally let his fingers drift over Charles' nipple, from one to the other, eliciting a low groveling moan from him. Goaded on by Charles' moans he pinched them lightly knowing that soon he would be sucking and biting on them, tugging each nipple as he ran his tongue across them. When he was satisfied he had teased his nipples enough he moved to the prize between his legs. Kneeling down, he looked up and locked his eyes to Charles' as he licked his tongue over his long, thick cock. Wally could feel Charles's desire for him because it was the same craving Wally had for him. Thirty minutes later Wally emerged from his bedroom dressed in the black sweat pants Adam had given him the first night and a tight fitting white T-shirt that revealed his well-defined physique. He had shaved and his freshly washed long hair was pulled back in a ponytail allowing Charles to finally see exactly what Adam had so eloquently said about him. Charles and Adam were still sitting at the table their chairs pushed closely to each others. Adam's hand was in his lap, or perhaps Charles' lap Wally just couldn't be sure. Wherever his hand was Wally could see there was some type of attraction between the two men. "May I?" he asked politely, not wanting to interrupt them. "Please do." Charles said. It didn't matter that Charles was a guest in Adam's home. Wherever he was Charles became the master of that domain. He pushed the box of cold pizza towards Wally and offered him a glass of wine. Wally accepted the pizza but he turned down the wine taking a bottle of water instead. "I was hoping we could talk." Charles said. "If it's about a job..." he paused to take a large bite of the pizza and looked over at Adam. "I told Adam I was sorry for arguing with him and walking out the way I did. It still doesn't change the fact that what he did was wrong." "You are absolutely right Wally. He should have consulted with you before he approached me." Charles let his eloquent tone linger before speaking again. "Now that we have acknowledged and admitted the error of his ways, it's over. Going forward anything to do with you will be discussed prior to any decisions being made or any actions taken. Is that acceptable to you?" His voice wasn't patronizing, it spoke to Wally with honesty and experience. Wally nodded his agreement as he stared deeply into Charles' eyes. 'Oh yeah I could happily be lying beneath you.' Wally thought. At the very least he could spend the rest of the evening just staring and getting lost with Charles in his private thoughts. "If I may, I would like to ask you a question. Would you be interested in speaking with me about a possible job? I have a need that needs to be filled...and from everything I've heard, you are more than qualified to fill it." Charles couldn't help but smile at his blatant sexual innuendo, which both Adam and Wally quickly picked up on also. The levity of his play on words broke the serious tone that had loomed over them since Wally's reappearance. "Sure" Wally said giving him what he hoped was a sexy smile. He cursed his inexperience. Leaning back in his chair, more relaxed now Charles asked, "How much has Adam told you about our merry group of men?" "Not much...just that there is a group of men that only have sex amongst themselves." Wally wondered where this conversation was going. He thought Charles wanted to speak with him about a job at Cecil & Co. "That is true. But it is a lot more than that also. If it's okay I'd like to tell you about the brownstone ..." For the next hour Charles recanted stories of the origins of the brownstone, the type of membership and the issues that today's world with its technological advances and lack of privacy the membership faced. It was a two-fold problem. One was to protect the members at all costs, and two, to protect everyone while under the roof. In their newly litigious world Charles knew that whatever went on within the walls of the brownstone needed to be monitored more closely. "So what do you think?" Charles asked. He drank the small amount of wine left in his glass but instead of putting the glass down when he was done, he held it to his lips and licked his tongue over the edge of the glass while staring at Wally. Adam experienced a momentary spark of resentment seeing the obvious sparks flying between Charles and Wally until he realized that Charles was Charles and would never change. He knew that even Charles' attraction to Wally wouldn't take anything away from the sex they shared. Charles had an uncanny ability to be in love with one man, heart and soul, and satisfy any other man he touched. The main thing that Adam liked most about Charles was that he could make passionate love or simply fuck them silly without letting emotions muddy the waters. Sex was sex with him and meant to be enjoyed to the max - just the way Adam liked his sex. Adam also knew that Wally had chosen well who his first lover would be. "I think I would be very interested in discussing the position more in depth with you." Wally threw his own sexual innuendo back to Charles with a smile that matched the one Charles had given him earlier. His cock was so fucking hard, and a part of him wished that Charles could see the tented mass in his sweatpants. Charles looked first to Wally then Adam realizing that everything Adam had told him was correct, the boy was a sponge soaking up whatever knowledge presented to him. "You have never been with anyone before Wally?" Charles asked. He was taking a total directional change in the conversation. As much as he was enjoying the boy's overt attempts at seducing him, his cock was hard and demanded relief. Wally glanced over at Adam narrowing his eyes before shaking his head. "I'm guessing Adam has already answered that question." Charles nodded. "He's has...and again I apologize that we spoke about you behind your back. He even showed me some the photography he took of you...and I must say I was quite impressed. Very impressed as a matter of fact. As I've already told you the men at the brownstone are very cautious when it concerns sex. In the history of the brownstone we have never had any type of sexually transmitted disease issues and we plan on keeping it that way. That being said, we have a procedure that every person that wants to be a part of the brownstone must go through. It is called being vetted". Charles gave him a quick overview of the process saving the complete diatribe for another time. Basically it boiled down HIV testing on a regular basis and a six-month waiting period before any type of sex could take place. "And you felt this was important to let me know because?" Wally asked. Charles could almost imagine Wally's chest puffing out as his dormant A-type personality emerged. "Adam expressed to me that you might want to explore your sexuality. His concern for you is quite evident because he wants you to be able to do it in a safe and clean way. He cares about you Wally. He has no hidden agenda other than wanting you to be protected. Me, on the other hand...my ulterior motives are quite evident...I would love to lose myself in you, but more than that I would like to be your guide to show you the finer points of how a man pleases another man. Unfortunately as much as I would love to throw you on this table and have you for desert we can't because you aren't vetted." "Charles, if the pot of gold at the end of six months is having you, than I am more than willing to do what I need to do and wait the six months." Wally learned quickly he could be just as barefaced as Charles had been. "That pleases me to no end Wally..." He looked over to Adam letting him know it was time for them to go to his bedroom. "There are going to be many thing you will learn about the men that belong to the brownstone, the first is that most of us are sexually insatiable. Coming in a close second is we aren't shy about our desire to fuck. That's pretty much why the brownstone was established, so that men could enjoy other men whenever and however they want. That being said, my partner Michael is out of town for the night and I need to have my itch scratched, so to speak, before I call it a night. Not wanting to be rude, Adam and I are going to slip away for a little while to fulfill that need." "Please do..." Wally looked at a smiling Adam. He didn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy that Adam was going to enjoy Charles' attentions. He knew he had to bide his time plus he had already figured out that Charles' only reason for his visit wasn't just to speak with him. "You are more than welcome to join us and watch, we do love loving having an audience no matter what the size. But please understand the neither of us will touch you." Charles grabbed Adam's hand and pulled him to a standing position letting both he and Wally see the unashamed evidence of his arousal. "I can't wait to be in you." He whispered to Adam nuzzling his head into his neck biting him gently while he grabbed Adam's crotch letting Wally see just how excited Adam was. "Come on." He said motioning for Wally to join them in the bedroom. In the bedroom Charles stood by Adam's reading chair and removed and folded his clothing. Too many years under Cecil's rule had taught him to care for his clothing above all else. Adam followed suit only undressed by his closet letting his clothes go to the wayside in the massive walk-in. Wally stood in the doorway appreciating the two naked men. "I think it's only fair if we are undressed that you be too. You might not be able to participate but you can pleasure yourself while you watch us." Charles was salivating at the thought of seeing Wally naked. "Sure...whatever..." he said slipping out of sweats and T-shirt. In less than thirty seconds he was naked letting Charles see his finely chiseled body. It took all of Charles strength not to reach out and touch Wally but he know the moment he laid a finger on him he wouldn't be able to stop. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 02 "You are quite beautiful...I will say that. I'm not sure I've seen as perfect body or a cock like that before." He walked over to Wally letting him see the monster cock he touted between his legs. "It's a shame I don't enjoy anyone's cock in my ass anymore - other than Michael's that is - because I'm sure that cock of yours would feel really good sliding in and out of me." Wally was still staring at Charles. He was just as he imagined him to be. Without pause he reached out and ran his hand across Charles' chest letting his fingers drift from one nipple to the other. Charles let out that low moan he had heard in his head earlier but instead of moving closer to him he grabbed Wally's wrist and drew his eyes back to his. "No." He mouthed. "If I allow this I won't be able to stop." There was almost a pleading tonality to his voice. Wally took a step back letting Charles know that he respected his request. Instead of touching him his eyes grazed over the entire length of Charles' superb body. Charles might have thought Wally's cock was nice when the reality was Wally couldn't get over the exquisiteness of Charles'. Adam's cock looked dwarfed in comparison to both his and Charles', even though he knew that Adam was built larger than most of the men he had ever seen before. It was the thickness of Charles' cock that kept drawing Wally's eyes back to him. He wanted to touch it so badly, but knew that he couldn't "Why don't you grab one of the chairs from the dining room and sit by the bed and watch us?" Charles suggested gathering himself together and turning back to Adam who had all but become a second thought to both men. It didn't matter one bit to Adam, who only cared about the sex he was about to get. Without shame he knelt on the floor between Charles' legs and let his fingers gently caress his full heavy balls as his tongue glided across his thick shaft, over the bulging veins to the ridge of his cock. Charles obliged him by using one finger to push the head of his cock between Adam's parted lips, stretching them widely as he push more of this length into Adam mouth. Charles took a step back to let Wally see just how excited Adam's talented mouth had made him. When a large bead of pre-cum oozed from Charles' slit Adam licked it with just the tip of his tongue letting the long strand suspend momentarily between his mouth and the head of Charles' cock. Wally groaned loudly, not caring who heard him over the erotic sight he was witnessing. "Oh you do love to suck cock." Charles said looking down on Adam. "I don't want to cum yet so suck gently my friend...I want to save my load for your ass..." Adam's eyes opened excitedly, overjoyed at the prospect of being fucked again. Come let's move to the bed. I want to show Wally the finer points of pleasing a man." Silently Wally watched Charles sit on the edge of the bed while Adam waited for him to tell him what position he wanted him to take. Charles waved a finger, letting Adam know that he wanted him on his hands and knees. Charles' commanding presence captivated both men. "Move closer to the bed Wally. I don't want you to miss anything...that's good...plus I want to be able to see that wonderful cock of yours...especially when you cum." Charles adjusted Adam's body so he was in the position he wanted him, his ass facing towards Wally. "There are some men that like to fuck and there are some men that like to be fucked...there is also a percentage of men that basically get pleasure from sex and it doesn't matter how they get theirs. In essence they appreciate the experience however it unfolds. My partner, Michael, and I are that way. We both enjoy giving and receiving. I think you are going to be that way also. Adam on the other hand, loves to be filled and to service men like me. I imagine that one day he would love to ride that cock of yours too, but more than that he will want to wrap his lips around your cock and suck you dry. You cock is more perfect then you even realize Wally. It was made to be sucked. My cock, on the other hand, is only good for fucking. There hasn't been a man yet that can take my full length in their mouth." Charles had one hand lying on Adam's ass while his other hand stroked the full length of his cock letting Wally see that he couldn't even get his fingers all the way around his thick shaft. "As you will come to find out a man's ass is a haven for a wanting cock. There is nothing better than an ass that has never felt a cock in it before. It's so tight and unsure and the power you get from feeling that ass opening to you is next to none. There are some men that start out with a nice tight ass but as time goes on they lose that tightness. Then there are other men, like Adam, who have a natural tightness to their ass. I can, and have, fisted his ass - stretching him beyond bounds you think anyone can take and then fucked him afterwards and he is still tighter than tight. If you ever decide you want to have this wonderful man you will love feeling his ass surround your cock as it swells and shoots your load deep into him. You will have men lining up at the brownstone to feel that wonderful cock of yours in their ass. You will never lack for willing tight asses. Then there are men like me, who love to take our cock and plant it in a warm tight ass. I know you want to feel that also, I am hoping that you will enjoy opening your body up to me and let me take my pleasure from you." Charles whispered something to Adam and a moment later he reached back and spread his ass cheeks letting Wally see his twitching hole. Wally's mouth gaped open, it was the first time he had been so close to something so sexual like this. "Yesterday my cock was buried deep inside this little hole. I gave him two large loads and then watched cum ooze out his ass. Adam was on my exam table, his legs high in stirrups. I left him in the position after I gave him my double load and just sat and watched him. It was such an erotic sight to see cum glistening at the entrance of his hole as it gradually closed, and every time he let out a breath to watch more trickle out him." Charles's cock twitched as he rubbed his finger over the Adam's twitching hole feeling it start to open to him. Again Charles whispered to Adam, all Wally could hear was 'top drawer'. "Do me a favor Wally, in the top drawer of the nightstand is a bottle of lubricant, will you grab it for me please." Wally was happy to oblige, even more so when Charles asked him to squeeze a drop directly onto Adam's hole, which had expanded and was on the verge of opening. Instead of sitting back down he stood by the bed and watched Charles slowly work his finger into Adam's ass. Adam was moaning while Charles' eyes were transfixed to Wally's cock that was rock hard with precum seeping slowly out his slit. "I've often wondered if one of the reasons we love having sex with men is because we are so anal erotic. Have you ever played with your anus before Wally?" Wally shook his head that hadn't. "But I can tell you want to have your ass played with. Right now you are wishing that my finger was deep inside of you instead of Adam..." Wally's eyes opened widely as Charles slipped his one finger out and pushed two inside of Adam ass which was relaxed and gaped open. "There is an abundance of nerve endings in the anus and when stimulated properly it is such a pleasurable experience...and that doesn't even take into consideration the prostate..." Charles fingers went deeper until he found what he was looking for, inciting a loud drawn out moan from Adam. "I don't even have to look at his cock to know that it went rock hard when my fingers touched his G-spot, I can feel it. I can make him cum just by massaging his little pea sized gland. Look at the stings of prostate milk leaking from his cock..." Adam was still moaning as his hips undulated wishing for some type of friction against his cock. "Because of my cock size I often give the men I am fucking an anal orgasm. I go so deeply into them and my cock is constantly stroking across their prostate. I have never lacked for men wanting me to fuck them." Charles pulled his fingers back, twisting his hand slightly, making sure that Adam was ready for him. "Now you will see the pleasures I can bring a man." Charles pulled Adam back until he was on the edge of the bed. Wally was like stone. He just stood by the side of the bed staring as Charles took a step forward and pressed the head of his lubricated cock to Adam's slightly gaped hole. Never in his wildest imagination could he have ever believed that something the size of Charles' cock could fit into such a small opening. Charles took his time. He wanted Wally to see how naturally Adam's ass opened to him. He could feel Adam's already relaxed hole open wider to accept the gift of pleasure he was giving him. Wally watched as the thick head disappeared. In return Adam moaned a sign of total satisfaction. Charles stood motionless and let Adam take his cock as he pushed back against Charles taking more and more of this length into him. "There is nothing finer than a warm tight ass Wally..." Charles panted. Almost his entire length was deep inside of Adam, who couldn't believe how his ass had stretched to accommodate Charles. "Look at Adam's cock, how hard he is. I can feel his ass twitching in anticipation of his orgasm. He's been hard for hours thinking about this very moment and when he shoots his load it's going to be a large thick load...just like the one I'm going to deposit in his ass." Charles pulled his cock almost out of Adam's ass and unhurriedly pushed back into him. There was no rush. He wanted to take his time bringing the utmost pleasure to both of them. In unison the two men groaned together over the pleasure each brought the other. "Stroke your lovely cock Wally. I want you to cum with Adam and me. I want you to feel the same happiness we will feel as his ass tightens around mine. I will feel his ass twitching as he cums, my cock in turn will no longer be able to contain the joy of being massaged so headily by Adam's tight anal muscles and I will be shooting at the same moment he does. And I hope you too will be so overcome from this erotic sight that you too will cum showing us your glee over sharing this experience." Charles stroked hesitantly, carefully, trying to ward off his desires to cum. Adam's body was rigid, taking his time, letting his orgasm build more and more. Wally's eyes were wide as he watched the two men, each at the pinnacle of their impending orgasm, waiting for the other. His cock was the hardest it had ever been and he had no idea what was keeping him from shooting his load. "Oh yeah..." Charles groaned at the same moment that Adam's body shook as he let out a piercing 'FUCK". Charles shoved his cock one last time into Adam as the two men froze shooting their loads. Wally in turn only had to stroke himself one last time before his cock exploded. He clenched his anal muscles tightly wishing Charles' cock was buried deep inside of him as his cock shot pulse after pulse of hot wet cum covering his chest and face. The men remained mutely silent with the only sound in the room were their individual heavy breathing. Charles finally broke the silence when he slowly pulled his still hard cock from Adam's ass. Three hours later Adam was comfortably tucked into his bed, a smile plastered across his lips. He had taken another load of Charles' cum in his ass almost immediately after they had both caught their breath. Wally faded into the background as Charles' urge for a deep fast fuck took over. Charles rode Adam's ass, spanking him while he pounded into him...and Adam loved every minute of it continually begging Charles to fuck him harder and give him more. After Charles showered he let Adam suck him until he shot another load in his mouth. In turn Adam had two more orgasms, one by Charles' hand and another by Charles' hand massaging his prostate to orgasm. Both men were thoroughly milked. Charles and Wally left Adam to sleep and sat in the living room talking. Charles wasn't at all tired. The sex had invigorated him instead of wearing him out. "Thank you for this evening." Charles said. He couldn't tear his eyes off Wally who had showered but hadn't bothered to redress. The image of Wally cumming at the same moment he came in Adam's ass still lingered in his head. "I should be thanking you." Wally said. "I never knew that sex could be so...hot...six months seems so far away." "Will you do me a favor?" Charles eyes bore into Wally's. "I'll try." He said without tearing his gaze from Charles. "I'd like to be your first. Will you save yourself for me?" "I thought that went without saying Charles. You are the only person I would consider being my first." "After tonight I suspect that Adam will want you also...but he will want you in a different way than I want you Wally. I want to be the first man to cum in lovely your mouth. I want you to taste my sweetness. And I want to be the first man to show you the pleasure you can get from feeling a cock in your ass. Adam will service your cock with his mouth and take you to places you've never been when he opens his ass to you." "Six months is a long time. You might not want me by then." Wally's said looking around the room. He was hard again and didn't mind Charles seeing his desire. "Trust me Wally. Even before I met you, you were a passion I intended to fulfill. There are some men I waited a lifetime to have...Michael was one. I feel like I've waited a long time for you to come into my life." Charles practically had to sit on his hands to avoid reaching out and touching Wally's hardness. He wasn't a man that liked to wait for anything he desired. "We will be spending a lot of time together over the next few months. The project at the brownstone is going to be major. During that time you are going to see men interacting with other men in many different ways. I'm confident that you will have many questions. I don't ever want you to hesitate to ask me anything. I will want to be there to take you every step of the way." "I have a couple of questions right now." "I will be more than happy to answer them..." Charles turned his body slightly more towards Wally. Charles watched as Wally unconsciously held his cock and stroked it keeping himself hard. "Will you tell me about Michael? It appears that you are very committed to him and yet you are with other men also." "Michael is my life. He is the better part of me and has been for over twenty years. The man I am today is due to my being with Michael." "Does he enjoy the same things you do?" "Michael and I are very private people when it comes to the things we enjoy. I think it's pretty clear that I have always enjoyed the company of other men. As you'll come to find out, there is nothing better on this earth than fucking a tight young ass. Michael on the other hand has different desires. He likes to mentor the newer submissives. His sexual tastes are very different than mine and yet we are perfect together." Charles paused and watched Wally stroking his cock, thinking about Michael and how when stoked his cock like Wally was doing it meant he wanted to have sex. It was his subtle way of seducing him. "Michael and I are very committed to each. I want you to understand that. What you and I have will simply be sexual, nothing more. I will take great pleasure in availing myself of your body and I hope you receive that same pleasure. We won't share the intimacy that lovers share. There will be no kissing and since I met Michael, I have never allowed another man access to my ass, well with his cock that is. The first time we have each I would like to spend the weekend with you. I want two full days of getting my fill of you. After that the only time we will be together will be strictly for sex. There are things I share with Michael that I will never share with another person." "Is it that easy?" "Yes it is...I want you Wally...that's as easy as I can say it. I don't want to have a relationship with you...I just want to take pleasure in having you. But I know you have other questions. Please tell me what is on your mind." Wally hesitated before looking away and asked his next question. "The men at the brownstone...you call them submissive." He stopped as a perplexed expression crossed his face. "This is so difficult for me...I don't know the correct words to use...um...I feel so stupid about these things...but I know it's my naiveté..." Charles smiled. There was so much about Wally that reminded him what Michael was like when they first met - hell even what he was like before Cecil claimed him. "First, I like your naiveté, it's what's make you, you...and what makes me want you so much. You won't always be this way and I hope that one day you'll look back on this time fondly. But to answer your question about submissives, the literal definition of a submissive is a person that conforms to the authority or will of others, meekly obedient or passive. At the brownstone the men that we call submissives serve the members. They all come to us voluntarily, most of them when they are eighteen or nineteen. They earn a salary and are treated with respect by everyone. After all without them there wouldn't be a brownstone." Charles knew that Wally wouldn't understand everything that he was saying but as time went on the words he spoke would become clearer as Wally experienced more. "Wally one thing you need to remember is that we are all different and unique in our own way and we all derive our pleasure in different ways. There are some men that like to go to the brownstone and sip on a martini while an enthusiastic submissive sucks his cock. Not only do they take pleasure in the orgasm being afforded them but there is an exhilarating feeling one garners while looking down on a young man on his knees who is servicing them. Other men get off on having a submissive over his knee and spanking him until his bottom turns warm and bright red. While some like to go further and derive their pleasure from tying them up and whipping them with crops or paddles or other instruments. They enjoy inflicting pain on others...and to a degree there are some submissives that like to receive pain. I think we all have a little streak of sadomasochism hiding somewhere in our psyche. That is what makes our cocks hard." Charles watched with fascination how Wally squirmed and grabbed his cock slightly harder when he started talking about the different type of men. "At the brownstone we believe in catering to all types. Some call them 'fetishes', I just feel they are individual preferences. Every sexual act that takes place at the brownstone is always consensual with the submissives ultimately holding all the power because they can always so 'no' or 'stop' at any time." Wally mulled over Charles' passionate words. "Being submissive...is Adam like that?" "Not really. Adam is what most people would call a bottom. He likes to be fucked and to suck cock, that's how he gets his pleasure. We don't get many members that are bottoms like Adam. Most of the members are men that like other men to take care of their needs. Even so, Adam never lacks for company. As you know I enjoy playing with him and there are a few members that will take him to a private room and spend hours with him. Adam knows how to please a man with both his mouth and especially his ass and anyone that spends time with him is thoroughly pleased. Unfortunately our submissives are taught to bring pleasure to our members and sometimes they do so by going through the numbers. It's not always natural. As you saw earlier, Adam has a natural ability to please a man." The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 02 Wally was quiet. He was trying to open his mind to accept everything he had seen and everything Charles spoke about. Sex for the sake of enjoyment only was a far cry from how he ever understood relationships to be between two people. One reason he had never dated anyone was because he never felt an emotional connection to anyone and now Charles was telling him a person didn't have to have that connection to have a good time. It was all very confusing. "What are you thinking about?" Charles asked. "I am not submissive." Wally said lying. He needed to mull over his other thoughts before expressing them. Charles smiled "No... you definitely aren't submissive..." "But the moment you mentioned some of the things men like a surge of excitement ran through me. Earlier, when you spanked Adam and just now when you talked about men spanking other men it created an image of me lying over your lap and feeling your large hand coming down over my ass..." Wally's cock was rock hard with the head glistening with precum. "Wally...you don't have to be submissive to enjoy being spanked...hell...there are even times I enjoy Michael taking his hand to my ass." Charles looked at Wally and could see he was asking to be spanked, he was craving to be touched in any manner he could, "but if I touch you now I won't be able to stop...I promise you that if in six months if you still want to be spanked I will be more than happy to oblige...and I know you will enjoy it." Wally stood and walked over to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water. "Do you trust me Wally?" Charles asked when he had sat down again. "Of course I do Charles. I wouldn't be sitting here like this if I didn't." "Do you trust that I know some things you might not know?" Wally nodded, knowing instinctively where the conversation was leading. Charles was uncomfortable bringing the matter of Wally's appearance up but he couldn't have him parading around the brownstone looking like a homeless street beggar. Wally thought back over the past few hours, both Charles and Adam had only showed their trust and faith in him. The time had come for him to shed some of his past and learn to accept that people had his best interest at heart. "I don't want to change you Wally. As you enter the workforce you will find there are times and places that you dictate a more structured type of clothing. I don't expect you to wear a suit when you are at the brownstone. I know that as part of your job you will need to be crawling around or sitting for long periods of time. What I'd really like to do is take you shopping and provide you with suitable clothing for the job." "No...I can't accept a hand out from you Charles...it would be...too humiliating..." "Don't think of it as a handout. It's more like I am providing you with a uniform of clothes for work." Wally pondered Charles words. "Think about it. You don't have to answer me now. I'm going to be in Washington for a few days with Michael. When I come back next week we'll talk, I'll bring you over and let you tour the brownstone." Charles looked at his watch. It was almost three in the morning. "You need to go. Let me throw some clothes on and I'll walk you out." "No...stay. I'll see myself out. I'll make the sure the door is locked when I leave. With your permission I would like to send over a cell phone for you. As head of IT and Security for the brownstone I will need to be able to be in contact with you at all times." Wally smiled and nodded. He liked that Charles asked but more than that he liked that he had a job. Charles stood to leave. He had been so good all night but his weakness for Wally got the better of him when he reached out and stroked Wally's cock gently. "You were right...six months is a long time..." He squeezed Wally's hardness tenderly and leaned forward and planted a brief kiss on his forehead. Not wanting to be alone after Charles left Wally threw his sweats back on and crawled into Adam's bed and fell into a deep sleep. * Four months later Wally walked across the stage to the podium at Columbia University. He had done it. Against all odds he graduated college. Looking out into the audience he smiled. He never imagined that he would ever reach this point or that he would have two people that in every way had shown him they genuinely cared about him sitting in the audience - Charles and Adam. An hour later he found them waiting patiently while he said his last good-bye to his school. He was trying his hardest to reign in his emotions as he hugged and thanked them both for being there. "There is no place we would rather be." Charles said throwing his arm around Wally. "Now...I think it's in order to celebrate...what would you like to do?" Wally looked at both men and smiled. He would have to wait two more months for what he really wanted to do. "Why don't you surprise me? I will 'go with the flow' today." "My...my...I think our little boy is growing up!" Adam said putting his arm around him on the other side. Arm and arm they walked away from Columbia. Wally never looked back. There was no need to. He had everything in his life he'd ever dreamed of having and two men that cared as deeply for him as he cared for them. The next morning he called Charles and asked him if they could meet for lunch. Without hesitation Charles rearranged his schedule, he had promised Wally from the beginning he would always be there for him. Things had been so hectic over the past few months between the merger he and Michael had worked and Wally finishing school, they really hadn't spent any quality time together. Charles had already cleared his schedule for the next week, Wally's first week of work at the brownstone. He didn't mind one bit ditching work to spend the afternoon with him. Charles was waiting for Wally in the same private dining room he had met Adam in four months earlier, the first time he saw Wally's image Adam had so artfully captured on film. Wally walked into the room dressed in a pair of tailored navy pants, a button down shirt and a tie - part of the wardrobe he graciously accepted from Charles. His hair was still long, which was fine with Charles, but he wore it neatly pulled back in a ponytail. Charles had lingering fantasies about wrapping that ponytail in his fist as he rode the boy's ass. Charles' eyes lit up at the handsome young man that stood before him. "You are magnificent." Charles said shaking his hand and giving him a brief hug. "A good friend of mine graciously bought me some clothes. I'm glad you approve." He said smiling. "Come sit, we'll eat and talk." "Actually, if we could delay lunch for a little while there is something I wanted to speak with you about." "Of course. Is everything all right?" "Everything is fine Charles...I just wanted to...well...first I wanted to thank you for the more than generous graduation present." Charles had given Wally a state of the art laptop with everything anyone could hope for loaded on it and just in case there was something missing he gave him a new wallet with a brand new company credit card in it. Also in the wallet were three laminated one dollar bills so he would never forget how far he'd come and a check for five thousand dollars to get him where he wanted to be. "You are very welcome." "I also wanted to give you this." From his new leather Mulberry messenger bag, one the many graduation gifts Adam showered him with, he pulled at a bound document. On the cover was a picture of the brownstone. Charles opened the cover and looked at the table of contents. It was a comprehensive overview, extensive analysis of current conditions, proposal and plan for the brownstone IT and Security conversion, complete with detailed drawings, installation phases, three different budget proposals and future maintenance options. Charles was speechless. He read through the summary detailing Wally's plan to re-wire, install and renovate the entire computer, telecommunication and security system. Not only was the package complete, concise and accurate, it was prepared to the highest level of professionalism. "I have underestimated you...and I will never do that again." Charles said looking at Wally. "When did you do all of this?" "The first time you brought me here you introduced me to Eric, your General Manager. I called him a few days later. I asked him not to tell you. Between you and me the promise of sex works wonders around here." Wally gave Charles an ear-to-ear grin. "I normally came in around four in the morning when things quieted down and walked the floors. I covered every inch of the building, except for your floor. If you want me to re-wire and update your floor I can add that too." "You graduated with a 4.0, acing all of your exams and you still had time to do this." "This is my passion Charles..." Wally looked away for the briefest second, "plus I wanted to show you I could do the job and for you to be pleased." "Pleased doesn't even begin to describe how I feel." He thumbed through the report looking at all the options that Wally gave him. "So what is the bottom line?" With Charles listening intently Wally pulled out his laptop and dove into his plan, the obstacles he foresaw and the solutions he suggested. It was well after three in the afternoon when he finally sat down. He had delivered his proposal. "There is a group of men called the Select 25 that govern the brownstone. They are meeting this month to firm up next year's budget and any changes to the By-laws. I have no doubt whatsoever that this proposal will be accepted - especially since I have the right to overrule any decisions. Summer is the slowest time at the brownstone. We normally run half staff the later part of August, a perfect time to get the bulk of the work completed, so I'd like for you to be able to get started immediately." Wally was elated. He wanted to jump up and down and shout from the rafters but he contained himself as much as possible. Charles suggested they eat but Wally was too excited to even think about food. "Come here." Charles said. Wally walked over to him and when he was within arm's length Charles grabbed him and pulled him down into his lap. "You better put in your plan two days in July...I plan on taking you away and having my way with you..." He wrapped his arms around Wally and pulled him into a hug. * Two months later, on a Friday afternoon, the brownstone doctor walked into Wally's office and delivered the news he had been waiting for, he was one hundred percent vetted and could partake in everything the brownstone had to offer. Jokingly he volunteered to initiate him personally. The doctor was just one of many men on Wally's list that wanted him but none of them matter except for the one man he really wanted - Charles. Wally looked over to his packed overnight bag and then to the clock knowing that Charles wouldn't be far behind the doctor. True enough not fifteen minutes later Charles called and told Wally to meet him at the back of the brownstone where their limo was waiting. "Are you ready?" "I am more than ready!" Wally exclaimed wishing they were already naked and in bed together. "We have about an hour to an hour and a half travel time depending on traffic. I have borrowed one of the member's get-away houses in Greenwich for the weekend. It's right on the water with no neighbors within shouting distance." "It sounds nice Charles, but you could have simply taken me to one of the room upstairs all we really need is a bed...and I'm hoping we never have to get out of that bed for the entire two days." "We will have to eat and hydrate ourselves...plus sex was made to have in other places other than a bed...and I want to experience you in as many places as I can." Charles quickly changed the subject to the project to keep himself from taking Wally in the limo. Wally sent him daily updates and they normally met once a week with the General Contractor Wally had hired. Wally was easily distractible when it came to his job. He wanted so badly to put it aside and concentrate on their weekend but Charles was a master at manipulation and got him to spend the hour plus drive talking business. The moment the limo pulled into the driveway Charles looked at Wally and smiled. "Business is officially concluded. Now it is our time." The limo driver grabbed the bags and opened the house leaving Charles and Wally in the car. "You know that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do?" Charles asked, concern etched on his face. "I do..." "And if we do something that is too painful or you don't like all you have to do is tell me to stop...and I will. Sometimes I get carried away in the moment and I never want to hurt you." "I want to get carried away with you Charles...but I promise you I will voice my opinion." "Good!" Charles leaned forward and grabbed the handle to the car door. "I haven't had sex in close to two days, which for me is feels like a lifetime, but I wanted the first load that will slide down your throat to be large and thick and creamy. My cock is so hard right now...I haven't been this excited about being with someone in many years." "I'm glad you are going to be my first Charles." Wally said laying his hand over Charles'. "Mmmm...come let's go inside before I take you right here." Silently they walked into the house. Charles nodded to the limo driver who left without saying a word. Wally stood in the entrance to the house looking straight through the open concept downstairs out onto the Long Island Sound. It was a clear hot summer day and in the distance they could see the Sound already crowding up with boats getting a jump start on the weekend. "Shall we?" Charles said leading Wally upstairs to the master bedroom. The room was filled with light, it too overlooked the water. "Would you like me to draw the curtains?" Wally shook his head that he didn't. "I want to see everything that is happening." "Good" Charles said walking over to Wally until he was standing dead in front of him. "This is going to be the most difficult part of the weekend." He whispered. "I want you so badly that I am tempted to rush but I want to also take my time and savor every second of you." He pulled off his shirt and let it fall to his feet, an unusual thing for Charles to do. Grabbing onto the bottom of Wally's shirt he pulled it over his head as well. Half naked Charles pressed his body against Wally's feeling his masculine warmth radiate to his. In unison they moaned at that first sensual feel of naked skin against naked skin. "I need to cum." Charles tone was needy and convincing at the same time. "Please...I want you to taste me. I want you to see my desire for you." He broke the hug and quickly undid his pants dropping both his pants and boxers at the same time. Wally didn't hesitate for a second. He dropped his knees at the same time his hands came up and gently grasped Charles. Charles' balls were heavy as Wally licked his tongue over them feeling the smoothness of his perfectly groomed parts. "Oh yessss, taste me...lick me." Charles moaned taking a small step sideways to spread his legs wider. Unable to contain himself any longer Charles pulled Wally's head to his cock and a moment later he felt the boy's hot tongue licking over the head of cock sucking it enthusiastically into his mouth. Looking down Charles saw Wally's open mouth taking as much of his cock as he could. He loved how Wally's mouth stretched widely as he savored his first taste of cock. Wally's eyes gradually made their way upwards to Charles'. "You are the most beautiful man I have ever had." He was holding Wally's head and stroking in and out of his mouth. He knew he wouldn't last long, which was fine he was going to cum many times over the next two days. "Yes Wally, suck me...show me how much you want me." He could feel himself swelling, his balls drawing up. Wally wrapped his arms around Charles' legs as Charles stoked faster willing Wally to take more of his cock. "Oh yes...open your mouth...here comes my first gift to you..." Pulling Wally to him, the urge to cum overpowered him as his cock swelled one last time and shot pulse after pulse of his hot wet cum down Wally's throat. They were quiet for the longest time. Wally held his mouth to Charles' cock who continued holding Wally's head to him. Wally's arms were still wrapped around Charles' legs, something he never experienced before...but liked the feeling of being supported by such strong arms. When he tried to move away Wally, not wanting their perfect moment to end, held him in place. "Come. Let's lay down on the bed. I want to see you naked and gaze on that beautiful cock of yours." Reluctantly Wally disengaged himself from Charles noting that his cock was still hard. Before he moved away, Charles looked down on Wally one last time and watched him lick his lips letting Charles know that he appreciated his first taste of a man. "Do you stay hard all the time?" He asked standing and taking the last of his clothes off. Charles moved to the bed and lay down watching Wally move about the room picking up their clothes and laying them carefully over the chair. He truly had the most magnificent body he had ever seen on any man. "I can maintain my erection for a long time. When I was younger, your age, I stayed hard all the time. I've always been very sexual." Sitting up he watched Wally take his hair out of the ponytail and shake his long locks letting his hair flow freely down his back. Normally straight laced Charles didn't like long hair on men but he couldn't imagine Wally any other way. His hair was part of who he was adding to his beauty. "You should be on the cover of those romance novels...the swashbuckling pirate coming to the rescue of the fair maiden." "I think not...but thank you..." Wally flopped down on the bed and moved into Charles' waiting arms. His hand instantly went to Charles' cock, stroking and memorizing every part of it. "Mmmm... that feels nice." Charles leaned back on the bed and was more than content to let Wally play with him. The initial rush was over and now he could take his time for the rest of the weekend. "You've seen the men at the brownstone enjoying other men?" Wally nodded that he did. Wally let his tongue linger slowly over Charles' nipple, something he had wanted to do for months. He loved feeling the skin around the nipple pucker as his nipple went erect which only served to make Charles' cock harder. Running his hands through Wally's silky hair he pulled his mouth down letting him lick and suck his sensitive nipple. "I have dreamed about doing this since the minute I met you." Wally moaned moving to Charles' other nipple. "I will never deny you your dreams." Charles said as he stretched his body out letting Wally explore his new found sexuality. "I would like to suck you again, this time taking my time." Wally said moving his head closer to Charles' beautiful cock. "Do you not want to feel me in you?" Charles' sat up and looked at Wally. "Of course I do. I want everything at once...is that wrong of me?" "Not at all. Come lay back in my arms, I want to tell you what it is going to be like when I take you." Wally moved back into Charles' waiting arms. "You watched the ceremony we had last Saturday?" Again he nodded. From the shadows Wally watched the pretty slightly built submissive being marched into the large reception room. The room was crowded with both Masters and submissives. Whenever a submissive lost their virginity it was always a party. "You saw how a submissive loses their virginity. It is common practice at the brownstone to take the virginity of another with no prior anal preparation. Some Masters don't even like to use lubrication. Cecil believed that the first thing that should ever be in a virgin ass should be a cock. That is how I was taken. Every virgin I have had since then have been taken without any preparation." The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 03 Renny, life after college - 1979 Ronald woke up every morning grateful that he had taken the direction in his life he had chosen, not the one his family had wished for him. He had a best friend in Trevor and even though he never admitted it, he liked having Trevor's girlfriend around...even with their no-holds-barred sexual exploits. Beyond them he had an outside circle of friends, all athletes, who constantly pushed him into the center of campus activities. Like most college students he lived on overdrive; studying, partying and for the most part living his life burning the candle on both ends. He didn't even mind that his sex life was quiet, bordering on monk-like, throughout his junior year having taken a dramatic pause after Drax. It wasn't that he was wounded by their one-night stand - it was that he never thought anyone could ever come close to making him feel the things Drax did. He still sucked the occasional cock, that would never change, but he never felt the urge to take it any further. He started his senior year both excited and apprehensive, a state that most of the student population felt. Everyone was happy to be finishing school but scared at the prospect of what was yet to come. Luckily, a distraction came his way a month after classes started in the form of a new sophomore athlete that came to Ronald for a full body shave. The nineteen year old gymnast was one of those compact little pretty boys, with perfectly white teeth, a dazzling smile and the double jointed ability to get into positions normal people couldn't. Unlike Ronald who didn't conceal, but didn't wear his sexual preference out in public, Robbie was openly gay not caring what people thought or said about him. Robbie was good looking enough with his clothes on but when he uninhibitedly shed his clothes Ronald's cock got hard with lust for the first time in close to a year. The muscular toned man might have been compact but his hard body, perfectly round ass and thick cock had Ronald drooling. Ronald took his time spreading a thick coat of shaving cream around his cock and across his balls. Normally Ronald was chatty-Cathy when he was shaving someone but today he remained quiet on his knees, his hands roaming freely over Robbie's private parts and his eyes locked on the thick cock in front of him that was seeping a thick bead of precum. More than anything he wanted to hear Robbie utter the words for him to suck it. Instead Robbie stood quiet and reserved, observing Ronald's every movement. The instant Ronald took the barber's straight edged razor and dragged it lightly over his skin, Robbie sucked in a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut and gasped a pleasure filled hushed 'oh fuck'. Robbie's hand immediately went to his cock but before he could even step away he had shot a thick load of cum across Ronald's face. A shocked Ronald looked up at Robbie and smiled, cum splattered across his cheek, nose and lips. Taking the obvious accident in stride Ronald in a sarcastic, 'you-need-to-clean-this-mess-up' tone demanded that Robbie clean up the mess he made. The eager gymnast obeyed without hesitation. Within minutes they were rolling around on the floor licking and kissing each other with Robbie repeatedly begging him to fuck him. Ronald didn't bother to tell him he had never done that before, he simply donned a condom and let nature take its course. Ronald quickly learned he enjoyed giving as much as receiving. It didn't even matter to him that the two of them had nothing in common except the great sex they shared. For months the two insatiable men fucked and sucked morning noon and night in every nook and cranny of the college campus. It wasn't until early May, two weeks before graduation, that Ronald realized their time together was about to expire. Ronald was only slightly surprised the only regret he felt about leaving Robbie was that he was going to miss having sex on a regular basis. He knew that Robbie wouldn't give Ronald's lack of presence a second thought, he would simply move on to another lover. Robbie was a man that loved to have a cock in his ass and if Ronald was no longer available to him there were plenty of men waiting for a chance to have a go at the double jointed gymnast. Ronald and Trevor lived frugally during their last two years of college practically hoarding the money they made from their lucrative side business. Between them they amassed a sizeable nest egg to start their life after college. Ronald spent the summer after graduation in Syracuse debating whether he wanted to continue his education and get his masters in social work. When he couldn't come up with a plausible reason to do it he finally came to the conclusion that he would never be totally happy doing that type of work. His real passion in life had become his love of barbering, pampering and caring for men. The only problem was that he didn't want to be like every other barber, working in a shop adorned by the typical red, white and blue barber pole outside. He wanted to offer men a more personalized service, more than just a haircut or shave. He wanted them to have an experience, like being pampered at a spa. Three months after graduation Trevor took the majority of his windfall and bought a house in suburban Connecticut and three months after that, with Ronald at his side as his best man, he married his girlfriend who was pregnant with their first child. Leaving Syracuse behind Ronald moved into the basement of Trevor's house. He spent weeks cloistered there, designing the perfect vision of his shop, making lists of tools and supplies he would need and last but not least designing a perfect barber chair to accommodate every service he would provide the men. The only time he left the basement was to attend cosmetology school classes on proper skin care and to learn the newest techniques of hair removal, becoming an expert at waxing and mastering the use of depilatories. Six months later he made his way to Manhattan where he rented a basement mixed used space in a brownstone off Fifth Avenue. The thousand square foot space was everything he had envisioned and over the next three months he transformed it in the shop of his dreams. He divided the shell of the space into two distinct areas. In the main room where he would barber he painted three of the four walls a light mushroom color. The ideal color was relaxing without it being too dark due to the lack of windows in the space also ideal for affording his clientele total privacy. He mirrored the entire fourth wall which not only let the client watch what he was doing but made the space appear larger. He opted not to have any artwork on the walls wanting nothing to distract from the relaxing experience. The lighting was subtle, casting enough light to let Ronald to do his job efficiently but not too much allowing the client to be comfortable In the center of the space, enclosed on two sides by custom made cabinetry that held a sink, the tools of his trade and his supplies he installed his specially designed barber chair. Ronald took the best attributes of a high end barbering chair, comfortable with solid back support and hydraulics to raise and lower the chair as he desired. To that he added the best features of a examining table giving the chair the ability to recline to a flat surface and from underneath leg stirrups that electrically rose from the side. This allowed Ronald to give his clients full body shaves without them having to stand. It cost him over five thousand dollars to have the chair custom made but he would have spent twice that amount to get the design he craved. The elaborate masculine looking chair dominated the room. The 'back room', where Renny lived, was through the bathroom. Like the front room, he designed the space to get the optimum amount of use out of it. The luxurious bathroom that both he and prospective clients used took up almost half the space. The room was everything Ronald had ever dreamed of, complete with an oversized jetted tub big enough to accommodate two people and a large multi-head steam shower. Through a second door at the back of the bathroom was Ronald's efficiency apartment, that had a small kitchen, living area and sleeping alcove. * Eighteen months after graduating college Ronald was officially known to the majority of his clients as Renaldo, complete with Italian accent and outlandish behavior. He had been in business six months when one his college friends, now a client, dared him to put on his 'Renaldo' persona to a client he referred to him. 'Renaldo' was one of many characters Ronald created during his college days. The straight laced business executive loved the service but appreciated the 'mad-gay-Italian' more and tipped him heavily. Two days later he referred two other men to him. Two became four, four became eight and so-on. Before he knew it Ronald had more business than he ever expected he'd have. Ronald quickly found out that straight men felt more secure with a flaming, openly gay man than with a serious questionable man. Ronald was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He was making more money than he knew what to do with and enjoyed the variety of men and services he performed for them. The only thing he lacked was a sex life. Unlike his college days, in his shop he never touched any of the men sexually, even if they asked. The state of New York was reputed for undercover stings to expose sexual improprieties. This was his business and with his license at stake he wasn't willing to compromise. That was until the day that Sergei walked into his little shop. Sergei was a new client referred to him by one of his more established clients. From their brief phone conversation he was able to gather that he was a high ranking official attached to the Russian Consulate. Sergei spoke a broken form of English but got his message across that he wanted a total body shave. Renaldo, or as his friends were now calling him - Renny, only booked one full body shave a day at the end of the day since he never knew exactly how much time it would take. The moment Sergei walked into the shop Renny was left speechless. The man was a giant, six foot nine to be exact, and everything about him was large. He wasn't fat, in fact his body was rock solid but his chest was wide, his legs were long, too long, and his hands were huge. On top of everything else he was ruggedly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that made Renny melt. "You speak English?" He asked in his own heavily accented Russian voice. Renny was so taken back the only thing he could do was shake his head. "Good...my Italian is rusty...To do my job I must to know too many languages." He laughed a hearty deep laugh most likely from too many years of smoking, although Renny suspected a reformed smoker as he didn't have that residual stale smell about him. Renny decided to subdue the full blown Renaldo act and a more collected Renny showed Sergei to the changing room to remove his clothes. When he emerged a few minutes later Renny knew he was going to have his work cut out for him, from his neck down to his ankles Sergei was covered with a soft layer of dark fine hair. "I'm like Sasquatch, no?" Sergei laughed again and for the first time Renny could see his nervousness. "You are hairy but not so bad that I can't handle it." Renny said using a lighter version of his Italian accent. "I always want to know...um...maybe just once know what it be like not to have so much hair. I want to feel smooth chest...and...um...you know private parts..." "It's no problem." Renny said. I will take care of you." Renny walked a small circle around Sergei assessing the job ahead of him. He felt dwarfed standing next to him even though he stood over six feet tall. "I need to look at all of you." He whispered in a low voice. Sergei didn't hesitate to drop the towel that he had wrapped around his waist and wasn't surprised when Renny's mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. Like every other part of his body Sergei, even soft, had a big cock and the largest ball sack Renny had ever seen. "Nice, yes?" Sergei stated not waiting for an answer. "You like men, I can see that. I too like men...but I prefer certain type of man." Renny let his eyes drift upwards to Sergei's letting them speak for him. "I...I like my men to be small. Like the Asian men. Petite. I like to be giant over them." All Renny could think that it wouldn't matter how big or small a man was Sergei would always be a giant over them. He had a giant personality to match his giant size. "You have a man?" Sergei asked in open bluntness. "No...I am trying to build my business right now." "It is important for every man to have a healthy sex life. It makes...um...stress less." He was stumbling over his words but the meaning came across. "Come...let's make you beautiful..." Renny said leading him over to the chair. It was just after seven o'clock when Renny was ready to take the last step in removing the hair from Sergei's magnum size body. Because of his unique size he had opted to do his back, chest, arms and legs with him standing. When Renny designed his chair he thought he had covered all of his bases to fit every type of man. He never took into consideration that one day he would have this leggy gentle giant in his chair. When they finally moved to the chair he cut his hair, gave him a deep pore cleansing facial and his first real barber close shave, all that was left was his proverbial 'man bits'. The moment he pressed the last lever to lay him back he could see Sergei's legs more than hanging off the table. He wanted to apologize but instead he instantly moved to make him as comfortable as he could by resting the calves of his legs on the padded stirrups. Sergei wasn't the least bit bothered. He had fought the issue of his overgrown height his entire life and appreciated Renny going out of his way to make him at ease and secure as he could. "I will work something out for the next time you visit." Renny said standing between Sergei's legs as he was getting ready to finish up. "You are very kind. I am liking lying like this. It's...um...very...sexy to have my legs high in the air and spread wide. Men must trust you very much to allow this." "I have never had any complaints. Renny moved to reposition Sergei's legs one last time and in doing so his hand brushed over the top of Sergei's left foot. "Mmmm..." Sergei moaned a second later. Surprised Renny looked over to him and saw for the first time since he had arrived Sergei's cock was making a motion to getting hard. "I love when someone touches my foot...it is my...how you say...um...sex zone." "Erogenous." Renny said softly running his hand over his foot again watching the cock that had been dormant all afternoon slowly growing hard...and long...and thick. Renny had never seen anyone turned on by just touching a foot. Fascinated by this odd occurrence he stopped what he was doing and took Sergei's foot in his hands and gently started massaging it. He had noticed earlier, after Sergei had rinsed off in the shower, that his feet were well manicured. Most men ignored their feet but as Renny held the foot in his hand he couldn't help but feel how soft, supple and calluses free the skin was. Starting at the heel and with his thumbs Renny applied firm pressure to the sole as the rest of his hand massaged the top of his foot. Sergei was grabbing the sides of the chair to keep himself from coming out of the chair completely. "Oh yeah...that is so good..." he moaned loudly. His cock was rock hard and had started dripping precum. "Please...no stop...You make want so badly to cum..." he moaned not caring about anything but the pleasure he was feeling from Renny simply massaging his foot. Renny wasn't as naïve as he led onto be. He knew that most people enjoyed some type of fetish. Drax loved to exert his control over his lovers while Robbie, his gymnast lover got turned on from being shaved. He found out early on that Robbie was quite OCD about having hair anyplace on his body but his head. It didn't even matter that he barely had any hair on his body. It was the feel of the slick shaving cream and the straight edge razor drawing long strokes across his skin that had him panting and his cock hard. Renny stroked and massaged Sergei's foot and wondered if he had a hidden fetish. He loved everything about sex. He loved giving and receiving but there wasn't anything that so absolutely turned him on that he would cum without touching himself - just like he suspected Sergei was going to do soon. Sergei moans filled the room, making Renny want to please him even more. Gently he laid his left foot down and moved to the right foot and stroked his hand over the top. Sergei's ass came off the table/chair and his hips undulated from the total pleasure being afforded him. Nothing else matter in his world except what Renny was doing to him. He didn't know what made him do it...maybe it was curiosity, maybe Sergei's moans incited him to want to find further ways to please him but a moment later he drew his tongue over the top of his foot where his hand had just been. Sergei's ass shot straight up as he groaned the loudest moan Renny had ever heard come from a man. He licked his tongue out again, this time over Sergei's perfectly manicured toes. One by one he sucked on each toe as made his way to the big toe. Sergei's cock was so hard the thick head had turned shiny and his muscular thighs were taut and shaking in anticipation. Silence had replaced the moans and it felt like he was moving in slow motion as he opened his mouth and licked then sucked his big toe into his mouth. "Arghhhhh..." Sergei let out a strangled cry at the moment his cock exploded shooting a thick stream of cum straight across his chest. Renny barred his teeth and gently bit down on the toe inciting another strangled cry and another thick stream of cum and it wasn't until that moment that Renny realized he was rubbing his own crotch working his own hard on wanting to feel the same joy of release he had just given Sergei. He released his toes and licked his tongue down the ball of his foot and over the heel as Sergei sagged down on the table/chair. There was awkwardness between them for a few seconds. Renny had never crossed the line with any customer like that before, not in his shop. Renny felt he should apologize but Sergei jumped in before he could say anything thanking him. Wordless he stood looking at Sergei's cum soaked chest wanting more than anything to lick every drop of the puddle of cum he had shot. Sergei looked at him and nodded silently letting Renny us his tongue to clean him up before he sat on his stool and finished the job he was being paid to do. When he was done Sergei stood and looked in the mirror admiring his new look. He was awed by the sight of his now hairless body, loving the smooth feeling as he ran his hands over his chest, down to his still hard cock and balls and even down his legs. "I like...I like very much..." Sergei turned to Renny who smiled. He was reticent about saying anything, still embarrassed about what had happened earlier. "If you want to maintain this look we should do this again in about a month. The more we do it the finer the hair will grow in." "Yes...of course I want to stay like this." Sergei grabbed Renny and hugged him tightly to him. "You work miracles and for that I will always be your friend...and you must not worry about what happened...I enjoyed myself greatly and hope that you will want to make me cum like that again." Sergei continued to hold Renny to him. "One day you will feel my cock in your sweet bottom...and I will take great pleasure in making you cum as you make me cum...soon...just not now." He said cryptically. He kissed Renny lightly on the top of his head and walked to the changing room. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 03 * Two weeks later the phone jarred Renny from his sleep. Looking over at the clock he saw it was just after seven in the morning. "Renaldo?" The voice on the other end asked. "Si" He answered sleepily. "My name is Charles Spencer and I would like to meet with you regarding a business opportunity I have." "Not interested." Renny answered in his heavily made-up accented voice. "Mr. Reuben Schwartz...born in Venice Italy...parents Rabbi Yehuda and Zana Schwartz...Eight brothers and two sisters...living in Brooklyn..." "Okay...okay...so you know who I am...I'm still not interested." Renny reverted to his normal voice letting Mr. Spencer he didn't appreciate the intrusion in his life. "Twenty minutes...that's all I want...twenty minutes of your time." "Fine...when?" Renny answered in a placating manner, he just wanted this man gone from the phone so he could go back to sleep. "I'm standing outside your shop right now...I think now is as good a time as ever." Renny sat bolt upright and looked around quickly. He wasn't expecting company and had no idea if his place was at all presentable. When he saw that it was he told Mr. Spencer to give him two minutes to put some clothes on and he would open the door. "Don't dress on my account." He muttered, laughing in a low sexy voice before hanging up the phone. Charles didn't come empty handed. He carried two large cups of freshly brewed coffee when he stepped into the shop and looked around. Renny took one of the proffered cups but was more distracted, gazing hungrily, at the striking man that had entered his shop. He was used to looking at handsome men, in all shapes and forms, but no one had prepared him for the likes of Charles Spencer. A need filled his body. He wanted this man - and was willing to do anything to get him. "Nice place you've built here...simple but tasteful...why no artwork?" Charles walked over to the mirrored wall and straightened his tie before turning and looking at Renny. "I want men to think about nothing but relaxing when they are here. I don't want them to be distracted by anything on the walls. Plus everyone's tastes are different. I didn't want to offend anyone if my taste in artwork doesn't agree with theirs." "Hmmm...good thinking." He walked the room and continued looking around. "I've heard very good things about you...Re...what would you like me to call you?" "Renny is fine." Charles walked over to the chair and ran his long lean fingers over the stainless steel frame. "May I?" He asked. "Please." He sat in the chair and leaned back like he was trying to imagine himself getting one of Renny's special treatments. Taking a deep breath Renny walked over and stood behind the chair and began running his fingers through Charles dark silky hair. Charles closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling before opening them again. They starred at each other through the mirror neither breaking the gaze. "You could use a haircut..." Renny ran his fingers down Charles cheek, "and a good shave. If you'd like I can take care of you while we talk." "I'd like that...I'd like that very much...especially you taking care of me." Charles said smiling, leaning his head back into Renny's hands. Renny let the suggestive quip go, preferring to show Charles he had a certain modicum of professionalism. "If you would please take your jacket, shirt and tie off, I don't want to get them dirty..." Charles stood before he could finish his sentence and moved to stand in front of him. They were the same height, only Charles felt so much bigger with his full broad chest compared to his slender, well toned body. "I could take off all my clothes...if you'd like?" "If you took off your clothes Mr. Spencer I don't think I would ever cut your hair nor have the twenty minute conversation you requested." Renny smiled letting Charles know that he could stand up to him. "Yes...I think you may be correct." He didn't move, he was inches from Renny's face and wasn't backing away. "Isn't it strange how sometimes you can meet someone and are instantly drawn to them?" He raised his hand and let it graze lightly over Renny's cheek. Renny thought, wanted and wished, that Charles was going to grab him and kiss him but a moment later he moved away and walked over to the small seating area and sat down crossing his long legs. Renny followed suit and sat down across from him. This man was playing with him and it didn't impress him. "May I get you something?" "Maybe...after we talk..." he said letting his tongue lick lightly over his lips. "You had a client a couple of weeks ago. We affectionately call him 'the general'. I think you knew him as Sergei. He is an associate of mine...and a friend. He couldn't stop raving about you and your competence at your art. When he took off his clothes and showed me the job you had done on him I was stunned. He looked fantastic." Charles shifted slightly and for the first time gave Renny a genuine smile. Renny's thoughts hung on Sergei taking his clothes off for Charles and wondered for a brief moment if they were lovers. "So I decided to check you out...and was pleased with everything I've heard about you. Even though you charge a higher than normal rate for your services, the men you barber are extremely satisfied with the services you provide. I think what fascinates me most is that you prefer the sanctity of working alone." "I appreciate your kind words Mr. Spencer..." "Charles, please..." "Charles...you said you had business opportunity." "Yes...I am associated with a group of men, a very select group of men. We all share a common interest and that is indulging ourselves with other men..." He let his voice drift to gauge Renny's reaction. When Renny didn't say anything he continued. "We...well really I...own a brownstone a few blocks from here, where these men belong to a private club that occupies the entire brownstone. The members, like Sergei, are all extremely wealthy and from all walks of life. These men are afforded the anonymity of being able to partake in the type of sexual relations they care to enjoy with men the brownstone provides them. Discretion is paramount in all things we do." Charles stood and began walking around the room. Renny followed his movements with his eyes but didn't make a move to stand also. Charles told Renny about the history of the brownstone, the members and the people that worked there. He also went through the vetting that anyone associated with the brownstone needed to go through. Renny was impressed that these men were so health conscious. He just didn't know what it had to do with him. "That's all very nice...but I still don't see what that has to do with me Charles." "Yes...well...I would like for you to become the official barber for the brownstone. You would take care of the men that work there, our submissives, and be paid handsomely for your services, and you would retain your shop and cater to the members." "I have a very healthy business on my own Mr. Spen...Charles, why would I want to give that up?" "The benefits are limitless Renny...I can guarantee you a salary almost twice the amount of what you are earning here, a less demanding schedule and even though you won't be charging the members they will tip you handsomely. But it's more than the money..." he leaned over to where Renny was sitting and whispered in his ear, "it's about the sex" he hissed softly licking his tongue over the outer edges of Renny's ear. "You better be careful Charles or you might only be having sex with me for the next six months." Renny said turning to him and smiling. "That doesn't bother me one bit Renny...when I find someone I want I am willing to devote myself to them as long as it takes. I suspect that you are more than worth a six month commitment of my time." Standing Charles moved toward the changing room, "come I want my haircut now...I want a 'Renny Special'." Renny shook his head...it was going to take a lot to keep up with the likes of Charles Spencer. Charles undressed while Renny prepared things. His first appointment wasn't until noon so he had plenty of time to take care of Charles, he just didn't know what that would involve. He also knew that he wouldn't say no to Charles' offer. Intuitively he knew Charles was the type of person anyone ever said no to. "I'd like to build out the dressing area some more," Charles said emerging from the room with just a towel around his waist. "Make it a little bigger and a little nicer. Have a small closet that men can hang their clothes in...a place where they can sit to take off their shoes and socks..." Renny just stood starring at the perfection in front of him not even hearing what he was saying. "Do you have any appointments today?" Charles asked starring directly at Renny's crotch. "Yes...just one at noon." "Can you cancel it?" "I guess I could...give me a few minutes." Renny went to the back and made the requisite phone call to reschedule the appointment and to catch his breath. When he returned Charles was still standing with just a towel wrapped around him by the barber chair. Renny was still mesmerized by the beauty of this man before him. "I think it's only fair," Charles said walking up to Renny and putting his hands on his shoulders, "that if I'm undressed, you should be undressed also..." Leaning into Renny he kissed his lips softly letting his tongue linger first over his top lip then the bottom lip. "Um huh..." Renny said in agreement reaching to take his T-Shirt off. When he was naked Charles ran his hands over Renny's body, letting his hand linger on his ass, letting him know not only that he appreciated his body but that he was going to fuck him. I can't wait to taste you..." Charles whispered kissing him again, this time he pulled him fully against him, his tongue searching out Renny's. Silence blanketed the room as the two men hugged their bodies to each other sharing their first kiss. It was Charles that finally broke it off and stepped away. "Shall I sit now?" Charles said smiling knowingly. "Yes" Renny said snapping back to reality. "Please do." He stepped up behind Charles and ran his fingers through his hair again assessing his newest client trying to not think about the kiss. Again they were staring at each other's reflection in the mirror. "You are very conservative on the outside but in private you are an animal...a lion, a leader. I like that. But you are very lonely also. You fill your life with sex but it's superficial and you want more. I see you wear a wedding ring, so you are married...but it a marriage of convenience, she too doesn't fill the needs you have." Charles paled at Renny's words. How could this stranger know him so well after such a short time? "Don't worry Charles. Sometimes I have an uncanny ability to read people. And I'm not aiming to fill the position of that 'more' you are looking for. No, you need your intellectual equal, someone that will understand what drives you - both in and out of bed. I think we are just meant to have a sexual relationship, but it will be more satisfying than what you are used to. We are going to be lovers...and then after we've exhausted ourselves sexually we will be forever friends. I will eternally keep your secrets as you will keep mine." "I'm very kinky." He said still staring at Renny in the mirror. "I haven't had a lot of experience, you will be my teacher." "I have a secret." "I know...I can see it." They both looked down at Charles' lap, at the tented mass that was barely being hidden by the towel. "Would you like to see it?" "I will see it soon enough Charles...but before we get too distracted let me give you a 'Renny Special'. * Just like Renny predicted he and Charles were lovers for just over a year. Soon after meeting Charles, Renny closed his business to his regular customers and catered solely to the members and submissives at the brownstone. The members acclaimed his outlandish behavior. He wasn't allowed to barber to the submissives until he was fully vetted, but once he was, he entered a new phase of his life where sex was a part of everything he did. He spent three mornings a week taking care of the submissives hair related needs, who in turn were allowed to orally show their gratitude for Renny's services. There were times he had two to three mouths on him at once licking and sucking him to multiple orgasms after a hard morning's work. His relationship with Charles was open with both of them enjoying the benefits the brownstone had to offer. Since Renny wasn't a member he couldn't use the submissives, other than the blow jobs they offered him but he did discover that a large contingent of members secretly craved to have their asses played with. He was surprised by the number of members that enjoyed him standing between their legs while they were lying on his table with their legs splayed wide in the stirrups while he stroked slowly in and out of them. There was many a night that a member never made it home, content instead to remain in Renny's bed enjoying his company and his body. Charles bought the brownstone Renny's shop was in and gifted to him on his first year anniversary of working with the brownstone. He even footed the bill to convert the four floor walkup to luxurious apartments. Sergei took over the top floor. He still worked at the consulate but had decided after years of living under the consulate roof and rule he wanted a place of his own. The other floors were rented to like-mind members that not only wanted a get-away place of their own but were willing to rent it out to out-of-town members that needed a place to stay when they were in town for more than just a couple of days. Renny didn't feel the need to have more living space. When he wasn't working he was either at the brownstone or in bed...and having a bed a stone's throw away came in handy. The following Thanksgiving Charles met Michael and his life changed forever. Renny saw it the moment Michael walked into the shop. It didn't matter that he was younger than Charles. They were carbon copies of each other. Michael filled the gaping hole in Charles life...and heart. At first Renny thought it was the hole from losing Cecil but as he came to know Michael and saw them together he could see this was a first time love for Charles, something he had never shared with another soul. Everyone agreed that it was about time that Charles put his personal life before his life at the brownstone. Renny meets Richard - 2003 Renny rolled over and looked at the small clock radio on the nightstand. It was just after six in the morning. He had only been asleep for a few hours and didn't understand why he had woken up so early. Rolling back away from the clock he closed his eyes and tried to will his body to go back to sleep but no matter how much he tried he was wide awake. It was one of those rare occasions he was alone in bed, sometimes he just needed time to himself to decompress and catch up. Closing his eyes he smiled, everything in his world was faultless. He ran a lucrative business that brought him great satisfaction and his life was filled with good people. He was also blessed that over the years he had developed friendships he knew would go on for a lifetime. Charles and Michael immediately came to mind. He couldn't have asked for two better people to always be there for him. Sergei and his partner Marcus were in the forefront as well. Sergei had met Marcus ten years earlier when Marcus had applied to the brownstone to be a submissive. On paper everything about Marcus was ideal. His five foot one, slim but athletic youthful build was an attraction for men like Sergei who appreciated the younger, in appearance only, looking men. At twenty two years old he was a little older than the average submissive that applied to the brownstone, but he felt it was important to complete his college education before fulfilling his sexual desires. The biggest problem with Marcus, which was holding him at bay, was that parts of his body never fully developed. The sad reality was that at the brownstone size, cock size, mattered. Over the years Charles had relaxed the eight inch requirement on a case-by-case basis, and he was willing to do the same for Marcus. The only problem was that Marcus's micropenis at three and a half inches when hard would have only caused him ridicule by the other submissives and members. Not wanting to close the door totally on the eager young man Charles, with Renny at his side confided to Sergei his dilemma, knowing Sergei's attraction for that body type of man. He gave Sergei the option of meeting the young man. If he felt enough of an attraction to Marcus and would be willing to pay for his training and vetting he would accept him into the fold. The three men drove out to the White Plains training facility where a sequestered Marcus was waiting. While Charles and Renny remained in the observation room while Sergei entered Marcus's room. It only took Sergei one look to know he wanted Marcus. The naked young man stood nervously watching the giant take a seat. Silently they stared at each other until Sergei let out a big toothy grin. Without hesitation Marcus walked over to him and crawled into his lap. They spoke softly to each other for hours, laughing at time at jokes they made. It was Marcus that leaned into Sergei first and touched his lips to the gentle giants'. "I will always be yours." He whispered to Sergei knowing they were being watched. "Do you want to stay here and be trained or come with me today to my home?" Sergei asked. "I don't not want, nor need a submissive. I want you and you alone." There were four people in the car ride back to the city. Ten years later, Sergei had retired and remained in the United States. He and Marcus bought a small winery in Napa and were content making their wine and being together. They travelled to New York as frequently as they could to visit their friends but as the years went on the time between visits grew longer. They had gone past the life at the brownstone and were blissfully happy with the simple pleasure of being with each other. So many people in Renny's life had found either their compatible partner or everlasting love and he wondered if he would ever find that someone special. Other than the year he spent with Charles, which he knew wasn't a relationship based on love he had never sustained any type of long term relationship. Renny, however, never felt lonely and never had any regrets about anything he did. He just wondered if there was something he was missing out on. His answer came to him in late spring 2003 when former General Richard Thompson entered into his life... Renny had never been scared or nervous around any of the members but Richard's outlandish reputation preceded his first visit to his shop. He had booked the last appointment of the day stating he preferred Renny's undivided attention. Somehow Renny knew that was just an excuse. He had seen how Richard's gaze followed him whenever he was at the brownstone. Although Renny found the man quite attractive, he had been reticent of approaching Richard. Richard's reputation preceded him and even though Renny had never witnessed him in action he had seen the results of his 'passion' on the submissives he used. The simplest and most basic thing everyone said about Richard was that he was 'one scary mutha-fucker'. For Renny that was the head's up side of the coin, but every coin had two sides, and he was willing to give Richard the benefit of the doubt. No one could deny that he was extremely handsome with one those naturally rock hard bodies. He was just slightly over fifty years old but looked like he was in his early thirties. He carried himself tall, a leftover part of his military days and was extremely intelligent. As Charles put it, he liked Richard the man - it was Richard the Master he didn't care too much for. He reminded Charles too much of Cecil George, who constantly pushed the envelope way too far on too many occasions. The scars within Charles ran too deep for him to ever forget Cecil. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 03 Richard was the first and only Master that had been brought before the Select 25 committee. It was Charles that had to deliver the edict - if he was to remain a member he would need to temper is sadism. Richard sat wordless while the pronouncement was brought down, nodded agreeably to the committee, even thanked them for taking such an interest in the welfare of not only the members but the submissives as well and left the room. He wasn't seen for close to two weeks when he brought a submissive to Charles and asked that John be trained and vetted. He hadn't touched the nineteen year old stunner and was willing to wait the six month vetting period before taking his virginity. Charles agreed to take John with the understanding that for the six month period John would remain first at the training facility and then at the brownstone. Richard readily agreed as long as no one was allowed to touch the boy but him. He was even willing to pay extra for John to have private quarters and the Trainer of his choosing. In the mean time he promised Charles that he would be the poster child of propriety with the submissives he used. It was during that six month period that Richard set his sights on Renny. Renny maintained the façade of 'Renaldo the mad-gay Italian' to most of the members and all of the submissives. To his closest friends he was simply Renny, the boy from Brooklyn. Richard knew from the onset that Renaldo was an act and told him that he didn't need to put a show on for him. Renny simply nodded and continued to cut Richards hair. When he was done he gave him a facial and close shave and started to prepare him for the rest of the shaving process. "Not today...maybe tomorrow...or maybe later..." Richard said stopping him. He stood and walked over to the changing room. "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight. I would enjoy getting to know you." Renny was taken aback by the civility Richard was showing him and agreed to dinner. After putting his clothes back on and waiting while Renny changed his clothes they left the shop and walked to a quiet little Italian restaurant in the neighborhood. The dinner conversation never faltered with Richard mainly asking Renny questions about his life. It was only after they had finished eating their main meal did Richard move onto the subject of sex. "I gather you don't enjoy pain?" Richard said over coffee. "Not really. I've been spanked before, and within the context of the spanking it was sensually enjoyable, but I have no desire to delve any further." "I don't blame you. It takes a certain type of man to endure pain. They have to be turned on by it to accept it. I definitely would have made a lousy submissive. I can't stand the thought of someone doing to me what I do to them." It was like Richard opened the doors for Renny to ask him about his sadism. "Oh...I wasn't always like this. I was thirty years old the first time a man dropped to his knees and sucked my cock..." * It was 1982, I had been in the United States Marine Corps since I graduated high school and was that one in a million exceptional soldier that took to boot camp like a bee to honey. Twelve months after my enlistment I was chosen out of everyone from my platoon for Marine Corps Enlisted Commissioning Educational Program (MCECEP) where I spent the next few years getting dual degrees in Business and Economics and another three years earning my Juris Doctor. Soon after graduating I passed the bar exam and received my Captain's rank at the ripe young age of twenty-five years old. I spent the next two years as a JAG officer in San Diego before being transferred to the Pentagon as chief advisor to General Harold Townsend. From the onset General Townsend took me under his wing and began pushing me to take his daughter Katie out. Three years passed and Katie and I were still dating and she was looking for a permanent commitment with me - she wanted the whole package: marriage, family and the white picket fence. I didn't have any desire whatsoever to marry her on many levels, the first being that I wasn't in love with her. Even though I knew it was shallow, the only reason I stayed with Katie for as long as I did was because of who her father was. I knew all along that my relationship with Katie was a strategic maneuver, as long as she was happy the General was happy and therefore I remained at the forefront of his attention. Katie was a beautiful woman and we made a striking couple but there was something in the back of my mind that kept telling me there had to be more than just looking good together. My goal in life was to make General and eventually take General Townsend's post at the Pentagon. Katie, on the other hand, had had enough of the military life and had expressed to me that she preferred at my next re-up I consider moving into the private sector. She was a child raised in a military family and had grand illusions of getting away from that life and becoming a suburban housewife. The furthest thing from my mind was leaving the military. In order to secure what she wanted Katie's 'games' started soon after we celebrated our second anniversary together. She had already tried the direct approach by asking me to outright to marry her. I told her that I was the old fashioned type and felt it was my place to ask the woman and that I didn't want to rush into things. A few months later she tried again, this time with a pregnancy scare. When that didn't work, and she turned up not to be pregnant, I was forced to take things into my own hands. I have never wanted children and took advantage of one of her long weekends away to have that minor surgery to would insure it never be an issue again. Finally she simply withheld sex from me and made herself unavailable. One week she was away at a sorority sister's wedding and another week with the General on vacation. For months it seemed that the only time we ever saw each other was when the General demanded face time with us. I refused to fall into Katie's net but I also wasn't going to allow her to muddy the waters of any chance I might have had for future promotions. I was walking a fine line and had to play the 'give-a-little-get-a-little' game. She had been bugging me for over a year to paint my house. I finally gave into her repeated requests to sooth the friction between us. In my eyes I saw this as another stab to get me to commit to her. So I played her game by allowing it to happen, I even allowed her to pick the paint colors and hire the painter. The only drawback to the plan was the first day the painter showed up she got on a plane and took off for Bermuda, for yet another vacation, leaving me to deal with job itself. It was a miserable experience having a stranger in my home. I came home every day to find my house in an unrecognizable state with the entire downstairs covered in paint-stained drop cloths and the windows taped and covered in brown paper. Even worse than the condition of my home was the constant ear splitting loud country music emitting from a tinny sounding boom box the painter insisted on listening to. I think it was Katie's last laugh on me to hire only one painter, a kid who couldn't have been more than nineteen years old and who seemed to appreciate the music more than getting the job done. I was getting more and more infuriated. Whenever I complained about his music or his snail paced ways and his reaction was also always the same. He would drone on and on about how sorry he is for playing the music too loudly and for not getting the job done quicker buy nothing ever changed. Three days passed and I added another complaint to my never ending list. It wasn't just the lack of work getting done or the crappy music, now it felt like no matter where I went in the house his eyes were always following my every move. At first he appeared to respect my privacy and kept himself relegated to the downstairs. Out of desperation for peace and quiet I sequestered myself upstairs and once again he was invading my private space interrupting me to tell me things like he was leaving or what time he would be in the next day. He always seemed to linger when he finished talking I think in hopes that I would engage him in additional conversation, which of course I never did. By the fourth day I was over everything and was seriously considering checking into officer's quarters at the base, which only served to piss me off more that I had to be displaced from my own home. I had come home from probably one of the worst day I could have had at work, I got stuck in a massive traffic jam which only served to rub me raw more, and then I walked into the house and found that absolutely nothing had gotten done. I went directly upstairs because if I even laid eyes on that kid I didn't know how I was going to stop myself from going ballistic. It took a double strength hot shower to put my anger back in check and to actually feel somewhat relaxed. After the shower I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, debating whether I wanted to shave or not when I took a moment to appreciate my reflection and for the first time all day I smiled. I had always been a firm believer that everyone had one characteristic that exemplified their best attribute. For some people it was their brain and maybe for other's it was their compassionate heart. For me it was my body. I was graced with a perfect body and astonishingly handsome good looks. Okay...I was egotistical also, but since I was graced with these attributes I have learned to own up to them too. My six foot two solid frame held a naturally formed muscular chest with washboard abs, sculpted arms and a narrowed firm thirty-four inch waist all supported by my powerfully built legs. I didn't even have to work hard to maintain my body it just seems to physically keep its tone and shape. There was absolutely nothing about my body I didn't like. I let the towel drop to the floor so I could see the total package. Like my body, my cock was just as perfect. I knew I was larger than most men but more than that my perfect instrument was thick and had an overly sensitive mushroom capped head. I loved the fact that I always had the ability to get hard, have multiple orgasms and still stay hard for hours afterwards. Katie, who'd been the latest in a long line of women, was quite intimidated by my dick. It took months before she'd allow me to fuck her and up until lately I had to endure listening to her complain about how painful it was to take the whole thing in her 'dainty' little pussy. I'd always been frustrated after shooting my first load that she was ready to call it a night when I felt like I was just getting started. There might be a lack of connection in the fucking department but I had to give her some credit she did have a knack for being able to give me a hot and sensual hand job that usual brought me some relief. There was even the special occasion she would allow me to shoot my load in her mouth, but I felt like I always had to prostitute her to allow that. You know one of those 'Here's a nice piece of jewelry now let me shoot my load in your lovely little mouth' type things. I believed I was a man that deserved to be treated with the best of everything in life and that my cock warranted selfless devotion from whomever I chose to share it. In return for gracing them with my stunning instrument they should be content with the fact that I was with them. Again I knew it was selfish, egotistical and borderline maniacal of me but I didn't want to concern myself with whether the person I'm with 'got off' and I definitely didn't want to be straddled with the emotional ties of having to say 'I love you' or 'I need you' to get the sex I deserved. The bare honest truth was that I loved myself and was the most important person in my life. I didn't need anyone other than someone that was willing to and could satisfy my extraordinary sexual needs. My hungry cock was hard and my balls were heavy and full. Katie had cut me off sexually months ago and because of our unique circumstance I couldn't chance going out to search for someone else to relieve me. Being caught with a woman other than Katie would have meant a certain end to my career. General Townsend was too vested in me and his daughter's life to put up with any behavior that didn't befit an officer and a gentleman. I successfully made Lt. Colonel in thirteen years when it normally took fifteen years and the General knew I was on the fast track - he also knew I couldn't make it without him. I've been in the military and around men all my life and I know that most men think nothing about jerking a load or two out to relieve the tension. I personally hated it. I was meant to be catered to, not to have to satisfy myself. Unfortunately the sad reality was the need for release controlled me and too many times I had to satisfy myself. Starring at my reflection in the mirror I ran my hands down my body and slowly over my cock. My light touch was heavenly and I allowed one of those from the guts moans which only served to make my cock harder and the desire to cum faster. It had been a few days since I had cum and I would shoot a heavy creamy load. It seemed that just as I was getting into what I was doing there was a distraction, a slight movement that caught right in the corner of my eye. I turned slowly, cock still in my hand, and there was that fucking kid standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I think that most people would have been embarrassed by being caught like this, I wasn't. I was royally pissed. Without even thinking I sneered at him asking him if he saw something that interested him. I really didn't expect him to answer me and when he said 'Yes sir.' I was taken back. This kid had a set of brass ones! Figuring that one retort deserved another I came back with "Nice cock isn't it?" And again he answered me without pause, 'Yes sir, it is.' I don't know why I did it...but I did...I invited him to come closer and take a closer look at my perfect cock. I had never been with a man before, never even entertained the notion of being with a man but this kid...I didn't know what it was...there was just something about him. Without hesitation the kid walked into the bathroom and dropped to his knees in front of me. I sucked in a deep breath and caught myself before I said something stupid like 'oh shit' at seeing him practically salivating over my cock. I had seen guys in the barracks jerk off before and I'm sure they had seen me but none of them ever knelt in front of me licking their lips. The funny thing was that it made me even harder and...well...frankly excited as I looked down at him and felt in total control while someone looked up at me watching what I was doing. It was even fun knowing that I was teasing him. A passing thought entered my head and took a tentative step away from him. For the first time since he knelt before he looked up questioning me. "How old are you?" I asked tentatively. "I'll be twenty in two months Sir." he answered casting his eyes back to my cock. I guess my subconscious self knew all along that I was going to let this kid suck my cock because the moment I found he was of not only of decision making age but legal age as well. I took that tentative step I had taken earlier back and once again I was standing directly in front of him. There was such longing in him and when, a moment later, a bead of pre-cum oozed from my slit I intentionally rubbed it at a snail's pace over my bulbous head. His eyes drifted up to mine, letting me see his longing but immediately returned to my engorged shaft. I stroked my cock again, pointing it directly to him. The kid licked his lips again and inched closer to me. Surreal seconds appeared to move in slow motion as I tried to process what was happening. I alternated between being grossly repulsed and blatantly excited, knowing that in about thirty seconds another man was going to touch me. My heart was beating so hard and I realized that I was more turned on then I had been in a long time. I also knew there wasn't anything I was going to do to stop him. I just continued to take deep breaths and let things play out. I think I felt his hot breath on my balls first before he rose up on his knees, opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into his mouth. A shock wave of sensations surged throughout my body as this young kid sucked my cock deeper into his mouth. I watched his mouth stretch wider as my shaft slowly began working its way down his throat. He tilted his head upwards to me and bent lower, allowing me to stroke deeper in and out of his mouth. I reached forward and grabbed his head, pushing myself as far as I could into him. I couldn't stop the primal moans that were coming out of me each time I stroked into his mouth. The need to cum was overwhelming but there was this small part of me that wanted to enjoy every second of pleasure this kid's mouth was giving me as long as I could. Pushing harder I found that half my cock was buried deep in his mouth. I was about to shoot my load, he knew it too and took a deep breath allowing his throat to open more. I slipped an inch deeper into him as the first jets of cum shot deep into his mouth. Grunting, I ground my hips to him cumming over and over again. The kid took it all savoring every drop I gave him. When I was done and slowly pulled myself from him he dropped back down, cast his eyes downward and thanked me...HE FUCKING THANKED ME FOR LETTING HIM SUCK MY COCK!! I was at a total loss what to say, I mean really what do you say when a guy sucks your cock for the first time? There was a really awkward silence while I tried to think how to handle this whole thing. I folded my arms across my chest and leaned back on the sink, but to be honest, I kept my legs spread somewhat so the kid could see my cock was still hard. I think maybe I was hoping he would want to do it again? The kid was still kneeling in front of me watching my every move. I finally broke the silence by asking him if this was something that he did often. His answer? "No sir, but I would like to be able to." Then I asked him if he was one of those 'fruity' types. His answer? "No sir, I'm a submissive." What the fuck is a submissive? Not only did I ask myself but I found myself asking him too. His answer? 'I like to be controlled and serve men.' He said it so matter of factly you would have thought he was telling me what time it was. He was speaking about something I had no knowledge of, but the thought of someone serving my throbbing cock the way it had just been serviced was most definitely getting my attention. 'I've been observing you all week sir." He admitted. I muttered, to myself, 'No shit', but somehow I think he knew what I was thinking. "The way you carry yourself, the way you speak. It goes beyond your military training, something that is only instinctive to what we call a Master. That is why I finally approached you." He asked me if he could explain to me what he meant. I shrugged my shoulders...I didn't have anything better to do - the kid pretty much made sure of that by not doing the job he was hired to do. I recommended that we go someplace where I could sit and be more comfortable. Something about this kid led me to believe he was going to be a talker and the edge of the bathroom sink wasn't cutting it. In my bedroom I sat in my reading chair. The kid dropped back to his knees at my feet. My cock was still hard and he seemed to be enjoying watching me touch myself. I spread my legs, just to be nice to him, to give him a better view of my balls which were still heavy and full. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 04 Renny was dead quiet while Richard spoke. They had been at the restaurant for hours but no one had made a move to ask them to leave. Renny figured the obscenely large tip Richard had sitting on the table had something to do with it. Even the flirtatious little flammer that was serving them, that Richard barely acknowledged, kept people at bay and dutifully kept their coffee cups filled. "It's late and I'm sure I'm boring you." He finally said glancing at his watch. "No Richard, far from bored...more on the lines of totally fascinated." "Shall we?" He said standing. Reaching into his pocket he pulled another hundred out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. He had left a two hundred dollar tip on a seventy dollar tab. "You're very generous." "Everyone needs to make a living." He said shrugging without even bothering to acknowledge the server. As Renny would eventually find out, money meant nothing to Richard. They stepped outside, it was a nice evening and Richard started walking in the opposite direction of Renny's brownstone. Renny didn't even protest, he simply followed Richard's lead not sure how the evening was going to end. "Will you tell me more please?" Renny asked. This man that he had such pre-conceived notions about had Renny hanging on his every word. "If I must" Richard said and gave Renny a quick smile, truth be told Richard liked talking about himself. Taking hold of Renny's elbow he changed direction again heading toward Central Park. * Richard becomes a Master - 1982 The next morning I made arrangements to have the day off. Brian made us a hearty breakfast and told me the ins-and-outs of the gathering we were going to be attending. By the time he finished telling me about all the sex that was going to be taking place, the part of my body that was controlling every decision I was making was hard again. Brian had no problem dropping to his knees and taking care of my newly formed additional brain as I sat back in the kitchen chair and savored everything this young man was doing to me. Looking down on his youthful exuberance I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that he could possibly find a Master and I would lose the best cocksucker I had ever had. After a nice hot shower which included Brian bathing me from head-to-toe and another fantastic blow job we left for Pennsylvania. I convinced myself I was only going with Brian to garner a better understanding of the things he had described to me. After all a good soldier observes and evaluates before deciding if the option of going to war can actually win out over making peace. For me it was whether I was truly a Master or just a man looking for sexual gratification wherever I could find it. The added bonus or the dangling carrot so to speak, was that Brian told me there were going to be submissives there that weren't virgins and the looming possibility of being able to fuck someone brightened the outlook for the weekend. I kept going over and over in my mind the fact that it didn't bother me one bit that not only had I allowed another man to touch me but I was going to a weekend gathering where it would only be men...enjoying the company of other men. The closest explanation I could come up with was that over the past twenty-four hours I had come to realize that the truth of the matter was, basically, the only thing I wanted from another human being was sexual gratification something I had never successfully gotten from a woman. Out of nowhere, this almost twenty year old virgin boy presented himself to me, had sucked me to the point that I didn't have the pent-up frustrations I had always felt with women and for the first time in as long as I can remember my dick was oddly satisfied. The weekend festivities were taking place outside of Philadelphia, an easy drive from Washington, at a large country style estate. Brian reviewed the protocol with me regarding our arrival and the fact he would not be allowed to enter the house through the front door which of course was reserved for Masters only. Walking up to the front door I realized I wasn't the least bit nervous or anxious about what was to come. I was oddly calm, ready to take everything that came my way in stride. The large, medieval-looking, wooden door swung opened before I could even ring the bell and I was greeted by a buck-naked gentleman who addressed me as Master Richard and introduced himself to me as Master Colin. Master Colin serendipitously escorted me to a small neatly organized office off the entryway where I was presented with a stack of releases everyone was required to sign before being able enjoy the benefits of the house. The releases were pretty cut and dry stating clearly that every participant in the house was of legal age and had signed similar documents that any sexual activity taking place was consensual. There was also a two page list of rules of the house that I was required to read and agree to. A lot of the terminology I wasn't familiar with but as I read down the list of do's and don'ts I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could enjoy themselves with all the restrictions they were being forced to adhere to. I signed the documents knowing full well that if I didn't like what I saw, or wasn't having a good time I could always leave. Once I put my pen down and pushed the stack of documents back towards Master Colin he didn't miss a beat and started in on the sales pitch about the benefits of buying a yearly membership to the house. I opted to pay the cover for the weekend alone. Instinctively I knew that if down the road I wanted to purchase a full membership Master Colin would be a pushover and apply the outrageous sum I doled out for the first visit. Finally, with business taken care of to Master Colin's satisfaction he showed me to my room. The room I was assigned to was modestly furnished with a queen size bed, wooden nightstand, private bathroom and a small closet to hang my street clothes. Because I wasn't a member I was in a wing where rooms could only be used for sleeping. All other activities were relegated to designated areas of the house. The nonstop rules were beginning to turn me off, and the weekend hadn't even begun. It appeared that every step I took there was another rule that had to abided by, this was sounding more military based then I could have ever imagined. Master Colin left me to myself and told me to join him downstairs whenever I was ready. I looked around the spartanly furniture room and for the first time debated if I was doing the right thing. To ward off the negative thoughts and feeling I stripped and took a relaxing shower. By the time I emerged everything was back in check again and I had regained my positive attitude. Luckily there wasn't a rule to dictate the code of dress for the house and a half hour later I wandered downstairs sporting a hand-to-cock created hard-on just to let everyone see the precious gift I was graced with. Master Colin joined me in the 'main salon', as he called it. Like most people that saw me naked for the first time he was momentarily stunned at not only my body but also by my stately cock. I suspected I read lust in his eyes as they drifted over my body and held for a long time on my cock. I even noticed that his semi flaccid cock rose to the occasion and was soon hard and staring at me also. More Masters trickled in during the late afternoon and by seven we sat down to dinner in the formal dining room. I was seated next to a lively, affable Irish gentleman by the name of Sean. He was friendlier than the other Masters, who appeared to have a one track mind of getting through dinner so they could get to what they had come for - the submissives. Sean ignored the superficial oafs, garnering his attentions solely on me by volunteering to answer any questions I might have as the evening progressed. After dinner we made our way to the main salon where the submissives were paraded into the room for our inspection. The half dozen submissives that came with their Masters entered first and took their places at their sides. They all wore collars signifying they were taken. They couldn't be touched without the express permission of their Master and in most cases could only be fucked by them. The other submissives walked into the room offering themselves to the Masters. Available submissives were marked according to their status, virgin submissives were denoted with a large red 'V' across their chest and full service submissives had a large green 'S'. I saw Brian come into the room, but before he could even make eye contact with me Master Colin had him on his knees sucking his cock. I understood fully the appeal Brian had to other men. Although he was twenty years old he had that boy-next-door look about him and he definitely knew how to suck cock. It was also his inherent passion to serve that drew the Masters to him. Sean looked around until he found a submissive to his liking and took him over to one of the sofa's off to one side and without ceremony put him over his knee and started spanking him. The young man of his desire appeared to enjoy the spanking at the onset but when Sean replaced his hand with unyielding wooden ruler the submissive was soon reduced to tears. Through his spread legs I could see Sean cock getting harder and harder with each blow he inflicted. Originally I thought my objective for the weekend was to observe, but I was finding my cock had other ideas. No matter where I looked, seeing the debauchery going on made me want to take the first step. Master Colin had told me earlier it was the submissives responsibility to never allow a Master go unattended. While some Masters were having their cocks serviced by a willing mouth, other Masters, like Sean, had their submissives over their knees spanking them. I found I was enjoying watching their asses get redder as they writhed in the Master's lap and knew that was something I wanted to experience. My list of newly found desires appeared to be getting longer and longer. My eyes drifted over to a Master that had a little Asian boy standing in front of him while he leaned into him and sucked on his cock. Before he had started he had wrapped his smallish ball sack in leather and had hung weights that dangled between his legs. Each time the boy cried out his need to cum the Master would stop, pinch the head of the boys cock, add another weight and wait until the moment past, then he would start all over again. Instinctively I reached between my legs and tugged on my nut sack in an attempt to comprehend what the Master was attempting to accomplish. I simply shook my head, there was so much I didn't know or understand. A noise distracted me and I turned look at Master Colin. Brain was still at his cock, sucking him, while Master Colin had another submissive standing to one side bent over at his waist. Master Colin started with one well lubed finger in the young man's ass working it in and out, stretching him widely. When he was content he was ready he inserted two fingers and repeated his actions, then moved to three. Within a few minutes I watched in amazement as his worked his whole hand deep into the young man's ass. The submissive's cock was hard and dripping as he persistently begged Master Colin for more. Brian never so much as glanced over to what Master Colin was doing, his only job was to serve and he was doing just that, bringing Master Colin to repeated orgasms with his hungry talented mouth. My cock was uncomfortably hard and I realized it was ridiculous to continue to fight the urges I was feeling. I walked over to an oversized ottoman that was positioned almost center in the room. A submissive with a big 'S' across his chest approached me asking if he could be of service to me. I turned to him giving him a first glimpse of my fully hard erect cock. In my best military drill sergeant tone I said 'I don't know, what do you think, boy?' His eyes lit up and dropped to his knees and touched his head to my feet pushing his ass high in the air letting me see his round firm ass cheeks. He told me his name was Larry and it would be his pleasure to serve me. He rose back up on his knees to take my cock in his mouth but I took a step back away from him and grabbed his right ear jerking his head up so he could see my eyes. I can still remember the first words I uttered as I turned the corner to being a Master. "First boy, I am not here for your pleasure, you are here for my pleasure...and second do not presume for a moment that you know what I want. Do I make myself clear?" I looked down at him while he silently shook his head. My eyes drifted over to the ottoman. I didn't even have to say a word he instantly move himself to the ottoman positioning himself on his hands and knees pointing his ass to me. He didn't appear to be the least bit intimidated by my domineering stance toward him, a fact that energized me even more. I certainly didn't want some pansy-ass boy that was going to be scared of my every touch. I watched him balance himself on the ottoman, knees to the edge, ass high in the air and waited to be taken. His ass was right within my touch, just waving in the wind staring at me, getting ready to be fucked by me. I had always fantasized about having anal sex. The first time I saw a porn video with a guy banging a chick's ass I had wanted to try it. A pussy is warm and wet... and so very vanilla. I wanted to take an ass which was always seemed dark and forbidden. One of the younger virgin Asian boys happened to walk by at the very moment Larry was preparing himself. I signaled for him to come over. "I need your cock" I said to him. He dropped to his knees in front of me and gave me a look indicating he didn't understand what I was asking of him. I asked him his name. "I am called Tu, kind Sir." He said in a low calm voice, casting his eyes downward. I told him I had a very important job for him but I needed to know first how long has it been since he'd cum. My voice was gentler with Tu. The boy was respectful and obedient and didn't require the same tonality I used with Larry. He told me it had been close to a week. Later I found out that all submissives invited for the weekend refrained from reaching orgasm the week prior to the event, explaining to me why Brian refused to cum the evening before. Masters loved to see blue-balled submissives and especially loved to tease them. Excellent I thought and said. Smiling I found myself patting his head. He was going to have a nice large load for me to use. I told him that I needed some lubricant so I could fuck Larry's ass and that I was going to use his cum as my lubricant. The boy's eyes lit up. A sudden silence rippled across the room as one-by-one the Masters stopped what they were doing to watch me. I instructed the young submissive to stroke his cock slowly, not only did I want a nice large load from Tu, but I wanted to build the anticipation, and for Larry to wait on me. If I hadn't wanted to fuck his appetizing ass so badly I would have first thrown him over my knee and spanked the crap out of him for being as insolent as he had been earlier but a need was a need. While I waited for my lubricant to be delivered I told Larry to drop to his shoulders and reach around and spread his ass cheeks for me. I took some of my own pre-cum and used it to work the tip of my finger in his ass. His hole was tight and I needed it opened and relaxed. I had every intention of taking his ass in one stroke, a fantasy I never thought I would ever live out. His ass was resistant to my finger but the constant massaging pressure I was applying to his anal ring was finally beginning to relax him. When I felt him start to push back on my finger, silently asking for more, I gave him a quick hard slap on his ass to put him back in his place. Once again the submissive was trying to get pleasure from me when he didn't deserve it. Tu was ready. He had been fighting the urge to cum so badly his tiny body was shaking uncontrollably and his cock head was so taut it looked like shiny hard plastic. I motioned for him to come closer to me and whispered in his ear that I wanted him to step right up to Larry's ass and shoot the first blast of his cum at Larry's dime-size asshole, the rest was to be dedicated to my cock, which I instructed him that he was to massage over my cock with his free hand getting me nice and lubed up. The virgin boy turned to me and with pleading eyes finally asked my permission to cum. I nodded my head yes and at the same moment he came I pulled my finger from Larry's ass and watched as Tu hit the boy square on his ass and then turn to me. The next few moments played out in slow motion. My cock was coated with what seemed to be unending streams of cum shooting from the Tu's cock. My thick cock was a wonderful picture of glistening magnificence when I pulled it away from his hand and turned to the other submissive. His barely open anal hole was dripping with cum and seemed to be inviting my cock to fuck it. I pushed the head of my cock to his hole, there was a split second of hesitation, but I kept firm pressure and in one long deep stroke I was fully engulfed in the Larry's ass. "Oh yeah" I groaned as I grabbed onto him pulling him even closer to me. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined that burying my cock in someone's ass would feel so glorious good and so woefully right. It came as no surprise that within seconds of feeling Larry's tight wanting ass wrapped around my cock I was shooting my first load but I also knew it wouldn't be the last. I would cum two or three more times before I was done with this submissive. Larry kept his weight on shoulders as he pushed his ass higher to me trying to take more of me into him. His ass was so fucking hot and tight. My cock was still shooting its first load and I seemed to being going deeper into him when I felt his ass tighten hard around my cock. The boy was moaning and grunting while he shook his ass against me. I held the full length of my cock deep in his ass, my balls slapping against his. His ass was so tight and I could still feel it pulsating against my cock when I finally realized he was shooting a load of his own. Angrily I grabbed his ass cheeks and pinched them roughly in my oversized hands yelling at him that I didn't give him permission to cum. He tried to apologize and was begging my forgiveness but his words were falling on deaf ears. In the military 'Sorry' doesn't cut it. I might not have known too much about this Mastering thing but I did know this submissive was there to serve me and had taken the liberty garnering his own pleasures without permission. I held a steady pinching pressure on his ass cheeks, knowing and hoping that I was causing him a great deal of pain. Tu had remained at my side and I ordered him to find me something to punish the boy with. The boy rushed off to the toy table and grabbed two choices for me, a twelve inch wooden ruler and a riding crop. I chose the riding crop, which had been reworked from the normal length of twenty plus inches down to ten, the perfect length and tool to use while I rode this young stud. I released my vise grip I had on his ass and slapped the crop hard across his right ass cheek leaving an immediate red welt. The boy moaned and clenched his ass tighter around my cock. I told him he was to count it out to ten. He thanked me and begged me to punish him. I paused waiting patiently until I felt him start to relax his ass against my cock then gave him the first blow, right in the same spot as the original blow he had received. Again his ass grabbed my cock as he called out and thanked me and begged me to do it again. Almost immediately I brought the crop down on his left untouched ass cheek with such force there was a whipping sound across his ass before it struck. The boy yelled out from the pain, but thanked me and asked for another. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 04 I shot my second load at count six. The wonderful sight of the boy's ass streaked red with welts and his constant begging for more kept my cock hard and drove me on. By ten he was in obvious pain, tears were flowing freely down his face but his cock was hard again and he was still pleading with me for more. His ass was writhing against me he was begging me not to stop, which I happily obliged him with a quick succession of five extra blows. When I was done I dropped the crop and grabbed his raw ass cheeks. I had one more load to deliver and I intended to give this boy a fucking he would never forget. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of him and held it there. The boy was holding his breath knowing that any second I was going to slam back into him, which I did. I felt the breath leave him when I was once again deep in his ass. I held myself there until he relaxed before I pulled out again, held myself at his opening and slammed back into him. I repeated this several times until I felt myself peaking again. I looked over at Tu whose eyes were glued to my cock slamming in and out of Larry's ass. "Jealous, aren't you boy?" I said to him. He stole his eyes from my cock long enough to nod his head. I told him kneel at my side and when I was ready to cum I pulled out and shot my last, and biggest, load into Tu's mouth. The submissive happily and obediently took every drop and thanked me by touching and holding his head to my feet. From his kneeling position Larry's red, welted ass, his hole still gapped wide open, I watched as my first two loads of cum started oozing out and dripping onto the ottoman. The boy didn't move, and wouldn't until he was given permission. I finally realized that room was dead quiet and as reality returned to me I broke my concentration from the two submissives and looked around to find a semi- circle of Masters and submissives around us. My eyes cast over to Master Sean who nodded and gave me a confident knowing smile. For a long moment no one said anything until Master Colin broke the silence when he started clapping, soon all the Masters, and even some of the submissives were clapping and cheering for the show I had just given them. I discovered that night that I loved to fuck ass. I think I was put on this earth to shove my cock into a nice firm, hot ass. I was a Master in every sense of the word and found that everything Brian had told me was true. A Master that was in control did command the respect of the people around them. I left the party at two in the morning. My cock was still hard, but I had come to understand that if I wanted to enjoy all of what was being offered to me this weekend I was going to need to pace myself. It wasn't quite eight the next morning when, freshly showered and shaved, I made my way downstairs, I hadn't expected too many people to be up and around. I made my first stop in the kitchen for coffee where two submissives offered to prepare me breakfast. Passing on food I took my coffee and walked to the three-season glass enclosed sun room where Master Sean was reading a newspaper while a submissive was kneeling before him sucking his cock. I wished him a 'Good Morning' and sat down in a chair opposite him sizing him up for the first time. Most of my life had been spent comparing myself to military men now I found myself interested in the overall make-up of civilians. Master Sean, fell into the average age of the other Masters, mid to late forties, but Sean's appearance was definitely better kept than any of the other Masters. The fact that he took care of himself, unlike some of the other Masters that had flabby sagging skin and unsightly middle-aged bulges made me wonder why he was attracted to a gathering such as this. What really made Sean stand out over everyone else was the wild shock of red hair that not only capped his six foot plus frame but surrounded his ample cock and balls. His cock wasn't as large as mine, but he was a close second in both length and girth to me with the other Masters trailing somewhat behind us. "Top-of-the-morning to ya" He said back to me with his strong and lyrical Irish accent I had enjoyed the evening before and asked me if I wanted a submissive to service me. I thanked him and told him no. At the moment I was taking in the simple pleasure of being a voyeur. That didn't last too long when, tired of the boy between his legs not stimulating him enough to want to shoot a load he sent the boy on his way. As an afterthought he told him that he needed to speak to me privately and to close the door on his way out. I suspected a closed door meant that we weren't to be disturbed. "I was wanting to have a wee-bit-o conversation with ya before the day got away from us." He said moving his chair closer to mine. I nodded for him to go ahead. He went on to tell me how much he enjoyed the show I put on, actually he called it 'one hell of a show' and that it was the best scene the house had ever seen. "You are quite a remarkable Master, especially being so new to all of these shenanigans" he said. I nodded my head thanking him for the compliment. A moment later he dropped a shocker of this lifestyle on me when he told me that more Masters than not started out as submissives. It was only over time and understanding they grew into becoming Masters and how rare it was to find a true Master like myself. I asked him if that's how he started. He nodded it was and told me it was such a long time ago, another time, another country and sometimes he felt like another world. Sean was born in Northern Ireland. For generations his family had worked for one of the wealthiest family in Ireland and the UK. His father, who followed in his father's footsteps, was the head butler or as they call it majordomo, for a ship building family that had ties to both Belfast and the United Kingdom. Sean was the only household child in two generations that broke with tradition of domestic servitude by earning a scholarship to Queen's University Belfast. Although his parents were proud that he was leaving them, they never really accepted that he wouldn't be with them as part of the household. The summer before Sean was to leave for QUB he was working as a stable boy to earn some extra cash before he went away. The patriarch of the house Mr. Nelson, a rugged all-around type man, that everyone respected but also feared, approached him in the stables one day. His normal groomsman was sick so Sean was to take his place and ride with him. They rode their horses hard for a long time heading deep into the woods before they stopped to eat lunch and let the horses take a well-deserved rest. Sean knew his social place, sitting on the edge of the blanket he had spread out, and let Mr. Nelson do all the talking only speaking when he addressed him directly. Nelson went on for a long time talking about ship building and having to travel to the UK so much before suddenly, mid-sentence changed the subject by saying how he enjoyed the company of other men on occasions. Sean had been educated in the Church of England by nuns that segregated the girls from the boys and successfully kept him very naïve both in life and sexually and just stared at Nelson blankly. Sean grew up surrounded by men and didn't know anything but being in male company and figured Nelson missed having male friends. When he realized Sean wasn't grasping onto his reference he told him that he liked to have men take care of his sexual needs, going into great detail the things he liked to do to men. Sean paused to take a moment to reflect on the memory of his passage into manhood. "I often wondered why I submitted so easily to him" he said. He wasn't sure whether it was because it had been so ingrained in his nature to serve and not deny his employer anything or was it perhaps that he was actually attracted to the idea of submitting. Whatever it was, that day Mr. Nelson became Master Nelson and Sean became his personal sexual property. He stayed with Nelson throughout his university days. Nelson was a very strict but also a very generous Master and provided Sean with a place to live, money and the mentoring every student needed. In return Sean took care of his Master's every need and whim whenever he required him to. Nelson was very sadistic enjoying not only humiliation but inflicting levels of pain Sean didn't know he was even capable of taking. Nelson's love of pain grew into what Sean found his proclivity as a Master to be. Images of Sean the evening before with a submissive over his lap sparked in my brain. I had never witnessed a spanking as painful as the one Sean gave that submissive. His ass and thighs were red and raw. Uncontrollable tears were pouring out the submissives eyes, but he never cried out for Sean to stop, in fact it was the exact opposite he continually begged for more. The young submissive's cock was rock hard and soon enough he was begging Master Sean for permission to cum. Sean denied him the permission until he had mounted the boy and was fucking him hard and fast. I asked him why he left his Master and Sean told me that when he graduated University he decided to abdicate to America to find his pot o'gold. Like most Dominant/submissive relationships, Nelson knew that they had run the course of the level of enjoyment they could get from each other without crossing over into something much darker, something neither wanted to do. Nelson was gracious enough to send Sean on his way with a purse full of money, referrals to the most prestigious financial firms in New York and an introduction to another particularly sadistic Master that, despite that fact that he was used goods, took him in under his roof. For a year Sean split his time between serving his new Master and working at one of the world's largest brokerage firms. It wasn't until he decided to go out on his own and devote his attentions full time to his work life that he moved out of his Master's house and put his submissive side behind him. It was soon after that Sean got married. He stayed away from the lifestyle for almost ten years, but the urges never left. As much as he cared for his wife there was nothing like bonding with another man. He also learned, upon re-entering the scene that with age and maturity dominating had replaced submitting. "I think it's helped me be a better Master that I knew from the submissive perspective how to act and react and what to expect" he said. There was an awkward silence letting me know that he was done telling me about his humble beginnings. "Maybe I'm shallow" I said a moment later, "but I really don't care how a submissive acts or reacts. The only expectation I have is to be pleased. If I'm not I will either dismiss them or punish them until they do give me the pleasure I expect. Sean shook his head and said that he could see that about me. Our conversation came to a lull for a moment and I noticed that Sean was taking a closer look at me. Subtly I moved myself so he could have a better view and spread my legs slightly so he could see that my cock was hard. I knew how to read people and Sean had something more he wanted to say to me. I looked at him and uttered a one word question 'Yes?' Sean face went red before he said to me that he knew it might sound strange but even after so many years there were aspects of being a submissive that he still missed and haven't been able to get satisfied. I leaned into him, inches from his face and asked him what. He whispered to me "I have missed the feeling of a cock pounding in and out of my ass." The man wanted my cock! This whole subtle dance he did with me, telling me how Masters start out as submissives and then his life story was just a lead in to wanting me to fuck him. WELL ALL RIGHT! When I met Brain I found there was just something about him that attracted me to him. Whether it was his youthful enthusiasm or something else, but that first night when I stood behind him and rubbed my cock against his ass I knew I wanted him. The submissive I had last night acted as simply a proving ground for me. I had no attraction to him and even though I don't want it to sound too crude but he was there for my sexual gratification only. Sean, however, was so very different than any of those men. I enjoyed our dinner conversation the night before and liked seeing how he interacted with the submissives. He was extremely intelligent at the dinner table while the Master's talked about fucking this one and that one, Sean and I had unending conversations about a myriad of topics. I might have sat down earlier with him with a hard cock, which was a perpetual state for me since I arrived, but as we spoke I found that something different was coming from inside of me. I desired him. To quote an overused phrase, 'He turned me on'. It was really a done deal when after I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him and he retorted with 'Tis the truth'. He held his eyes to mine and there wasn't any embarrassment within him. He was a Master and wanted something and wasn't going to back down from it. I began to wonder who was mastering whom. My desire to fuck Sean was not like taking one of the little submissives and showing off to everyone else, but the damn fucking rules of the house prevented us from going to either of our rooms for some privacy. Remembering his story of how he lost his virginity I told him to go get dressed, that we were going for a morning walk. We separated long enough to dress then headed outside. The house sat on eleven acres of land most of which were wooded areas of thick layers of trees. I guided him away from the estate down one of the paths into the woods. When I was content that we were far enough from the house I stopped, made him strip his clothes off and bent him over while I took a length of rope I 'borrowed' from the salon and tied his arms to the tree. It was a beautiful sight to see him bent over his legs spread and his ass open to me. I pulled his ass towards me until I was satisfied that he was in a perfect position for me. I moved to his side so he could watch me take my clothes off and see my perfectly formed, thick hard cock. "Soon this cock is going to fuck you," I told him waving it in his face wiping my first drops of pre-cum across his lips. I told him how I was going to spread his ass cheeks and place the head of my cock at his hole and the moment I felt him open up to me I was going to thrust the full length of my cock into his ass. "You wanted to feel a cock in your ass, that's what I'm going to give you" I whispered making his desires for me feel even more personal and secreted from the world. Compared to Larry's ass from the night before Sean's ass was by far the tightest and better than I could have ever imagined. He opened slowly to me, but as promised the moment my cock was past his puckered opening I pushed myself fully into him in one stroke. He screamed out, some in pain but mostly in pleasure. I held myself deeply in him, feeling his tightness surrounding me. Slowly I felt him start to relax around me as I started slow deep stroking motions in and out of him. Sean's moans seemed to echo throughout the woods which only served to turn me on even more. I needed to ward of my impending orgasm, wanting to make this time with Sean last and stopped suddenly holding myself as still as possible deep inside of him. Grabbing his nipples and pinching them roughly with my fingertips I whispered in his ear. "Before I continue you are going to have to agree that from this moment forward this ass is mine. Whenever I want this ass you will stop whatever you are doing, wherever you are and come to me and submit to my cock." When I asked him if he agreed the most incredibly thing happened. At the very moment he pledged his loyalty to me his ass grab my cock and held me tightly to him. Not only did he pledge himself to me, but his ass did too. I pulled my cock to his anal ring and held it there for a long moment. Sean held himself perfectly still. Grabbing his shoulders I shoved my cock back into him and fucked him with a fervor I didn't know I was capable of. My cock was swelling. It felt huge inside his cock-hugging ass. My desire to cum was uncontrollable and my release came quickly, shooting my load deep inside him cumming over and over again. I didn't move. I stayed in his ass. Reaching around I untied his hands and told him that he was to jerk his cock off until he came, while I stayed deep in his ass. He wrapped a hand around his cock as I placed my hand over his and controlled how he stroked himself. I made him stroke himself slowly. Every time I felt he was about to cum I had him stop and wait until the feeling subsided. His body was tense and shaking with the need to cum and still I made him wait. I stayed hard in his ass and took long, deep strokes every now teasing him. It was completely glorifying to have so much power over another person. For over an hour I held him in the same position, bent over the tree, me in his ass, him working his cock. His sobbing begging to allow him to cum unanswered. When he finally shot his load, with my permission, at the same moment I came for the second time in his ass. I was almost disappointed that I as much as I want to take this man's ass again, I was utterly done. I pulled my spent, softening cock from him. His ass gaped open as I watched my sweet nectar drip out of him. Without hesitation I told him I wanted his ass one more time before the weekend was over. I had images of spending a night with this man and letting him and his perfect ass take me places I had never been before. I also knew I had to respect Sean and his needs and knew he had come to the gathering to have his needs as a Master satisfied. Resigned, I said fuck Master Colin and his precious rules - I wanted him in my room at six the next morning. "That I most definitely will..." He said stopped for a long paused then added the word 'Sir' to the end of his sentence sending chills up my spine. We dressed and started back to the house. Sean stopped midway and looked at me and asked if I was serious when I made him agree that I owned his ass. When I told him I was he smiled and thanked me. "I was worried that I wouldn't see you again after this weekend" he said. I put my arm on his shoulder and told him that I planned on keeping that ass of his close to me for a long time. Sean and I were inseparable from the moment we walked back into the house. The other Masters were awake, fed and indulging by the time we showered and returned to the main salon. To our amusement we spent the bulk of the day watching them go through their paces. After the hot fuck session I had had with Sean I was oddly sexually satisfied and lacked the desire to 'experience' any of the submissives in the house. Brian joined us in the late afternoon. He was more than pleased to be on his knees and wrap his sexy lips around Sean's cock and suck him while I watched. I could tell by the expression on his face that Sean appreciated Brian's talented use of his mouth. By the time he was ready to shoot his load I was just as hard as Sean was and miraculously ready to shoot again - never in my life did I ever suspect I had the stamina I had displayed over the past few days. The moment Sean was going to cum he let out a deep sexy, from the gut groan, pulled his cock from the boy's mouth and shot a thick full load across his face, letting it drip slowly down to his lips. Unable to contain myself any longer I turned Brian to face me and added my load, smaller in volume but enough to make the sight of our mixed cum unbelievably hot as it caressed his face and lips. "Don't move" Sean warned him, making him sit up on his knees while our cum dried across his face. Dutifully Brian obeyed every command given to him which only served to impress Sean with his devotion and desire to please. The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 04 "You will make someone a great submissive one day," Sean said caressing the boy's cheek gently with the back of his hand, "if I was looking for a full time submissive I would definitely consider taking you as mine." "Thank you Sir." Brian said nodding his head graciously. "Has anyone showed any interest in taking you?" Brian looked from Sean to me and back to Sean again. "I have found someone I would like to become my Master. He has not acknowledged my desire yet, but I am hoping that soon he will." "Would you like me to speak with him?" Sean asked. "I can put in a good word for you." Brian pondered his words carefully before thanking Master Sean and telling him that he was willing to wait. After dismissing Brian, Sean and I looked around the room with a two-fold purpose, one was to try and figure out who Brian wanted to be his Master and the other was to find a submissive that we could both play with for the evening. Both Sean and I agreed the only person we felt was even worthy of Brian, other than Sean, was Master Colin and hoped that was who Brian was choosing. Silence blanketed us as we got lost in our thoughts while looking around the room. I turned my thoughts back to Sean who appeared content to look around occasionally but for the most part directed his attentions to me. I had told him that I wanted to see the 'Master' side of Sean as he put a service submissive through his paces. Partially because I was interested but mainly because I had planned on doing whatever he did to the submissive to him, and hopefully more, the next morning. We ruled out the submissive I had the evening before, Larry, because he didn't deserve either of our cocks. The same with the submissive whose name neither of us could remember that attempted to service him that morning. Brian and Tu sadly were both out, because they were virgins even though I could definitely go for sinking my long shaft into either of their virgin bottoms but that was off the table, so I needed to move on from those thoughts. That left us five full service submissives to choose from. Both of us crossed the two Asian, childlike, submissives off the list, they had already been heavily used and neither of us like that body type. Our attention was quickly diverted when a well-toned submissive with a big 'S' painted across his chest walked towards us. It was the first time either of us had seen him and both of us seemed to gulp hard at the magnificent body and cock. We later found out his name was Brock and was a relatively new submissive to the house. He definitely had some type of military background, either active or recently discharged. His body was rock hard and well cared for. He even had a decent size cock and the biggest nut sack I had ever seen on a man. Sean had heard quiet rumors about him through some other Master's but had never seen him put through the paces before. It was rumored that he had never had a Master but wasn't a virgin either and that he had strong masochistic tendencies, which to someone like Sean was a perfect match. Before Brock could reach us Master Colin was at his side guiding him the rest of the way, like he was bringing him to us for inspection. Master Colin sat with us while Brock stood. I could see the shock on Sean's face that unlike typical submissives that immediately dropped to their knees and waited until they were spoken to Brock stood above us, at perfect attention stance. There was a long silence before Brock spoke and asked how he could be of service. Sean's face went bright red with anger and told him that respecting us would be a good beginning. There was the briefest hesitation and what I thought I perceived as a slight rolling of the eyes before he dropped down to his knees and bent his head downward, casting his eyes to the ground. As punishment for his initial transgression Sean, who had taken total control, let him stay in that position while we continued our conversation before addressing him again. "Nice piece of submissive you have there." Sean commented his eyes glued to Brock. Sean's flaccid cock was now rock hard and I could see the desire within him to possess the submissive. Master Colin informed us that the evening before Brock had been restrained and dressed in tight black leather from head to toe, against the back wall of the main salon citing that he was being punished for something that had happened at the previous gathering so everyone was just getting their first look at the boy. I couldn't help but laugh, I had been under the impression that black leather outlined figure on the wall I had eyed the evening before was a piece of artwork. At no time did I suspect it was a real person. "I brought Brock in especially for you Master Sean." Master Colin said. He knew Sean's sadistic side was more than an ordinary submissive could normally tolerate. Sean had ceased to acknowledge Master Colin and me. Standing he walked over to Brock and paced a tight circle around him finishing up by standing to his backside. He extended one finger and pressed it against Brock's shoulder letting him know that he wanted in a more subservient position. Wordlessly Brock leaned forward and dropped his head to the ground and raised his ass high in the air. "I'm not going to touch you right now...I just want you to remain in this position and think of all the things I'm going to do to your ass." Sean voice drifted as he ran his hand drifted lightly from one cheek to the other then drift down the crack of his ass. He was practically salivating to have a go at him. The implied warning of things to come was enough to make Brock's cock rock and his nut sack to look even fuller. Sean left Brock in that position and joined us back on the couch. Master Colin leaned into us and spoke softly. "Gentlemen, may I make a suggestion?" His question was rhetorical as he went on to tell us that things were going to be very hectic in the main salon that evening and if we were interested he proposed that he we have our own little party in a room he had recently renovated for an occasion such as this. The thought of being out of the prying eyes of the other Masters was enticing. I was definitely interested and I could talk Master Sean into it but we all felt this should be a voluntary thing and Brock should be able to choose whether he would like to be a part of this or not. Brock lifted his head and gave us a quick smile letting us know be more than happy to service three Masters for the evening. At ten o'clock that night Master Colin took us to his private space. The newly constructed area was located just outside the main house in what used to be the carriage house. The single story structure had what appeared to be double garage doors on the outside, but once inside a double layer of soundproofing and drywall hid the doors making them just another wall in the room and obstructing any prying eyes from seeing in or any sounds from escaping. The space was at least over a thousand square feet and like the main salon broken up into zones. The main area, in the center of room held an apparatus that Master Colin told us he had designed himself. The oversized wooden fixture was a combination medieval stockade with a modern day oversize three-piece padded spanking bench. The bench itself was outfitted with padded knee and stomach rests for prolong sessions and the adjustable stockade portion held both the submissives hands and head locked in position with the ability to move up and down, depending on the positioning of the submissive. Even the arms holes moved further out or closer in depending on how the Master wanted to position his subject. The most unique aspect of the apparatus was that Master Colin had connected it to a hydraulic lift giving the Master the option of rising or lowering his subject at will. Adjacent to the bench was a table that held a large variety of whips, floggers, canes and toys. Although I wasn't familiar with the usage of any of the toys it was exciting to know the possibility loomed I could be using one or all of them on either Master Sean or Brock. There was ample seating, both around the apparatus and throughout the room and a magnum-size four poster bed with restraints built in not only to the posters but at the edge of each corner of the bed. Each area of the room was defined with different plush area rugs over the bare concrete floors, except for one corner of the room was designed like a doctor's office complete with examining table, utility cabinet and a low rolling stool. The floor was concrete, like the rest of the room and had a drain in the center of the area. "For easy clean-up" Master Colin said in passing as he continued the tour. One of the most dramatic aspects to the room, that took some getting used to, was that three of the four walls and the ceiling were completely mirrored giving both the Dominate and the submissive active views of themselves and the action taking place. 'Nice room.' I said when we had finished the tour and seated ourselves on the couches in the center of the room. He and Master Sean were drinking wine and I was having a beer. Master Colin told us that as much as he wanted to build a dungeon in the main house he didn't want the liability of a Master getting carried away so he built this space for his own private use and a select few Masters that he had enough confidence in. Building it had been a labor of love for him and he took extreme pride in the finished product. Waiting for the perfect dramatic pause Master Colin told us that before Brock was to be presented to us he wanted to tell us something. It seemed that he was awake when Sean and I took our walk earlier in the day and he followed us. Before we could say anything Master Colin jumped right in saying that he wasn't trying to embarrass us, he wanted to tell us how much he enjoyed watching us together. It seems that Colin started out as a submissive as well and he too, like Sean, missed the feel of a hard cock in his ass. Sean just laughed and promised Colin that before the evening was over he would feel a hard cock, or two, in his ass. Our willing submissive was delivered to us a half hour later. Master Colin excused the handler and made sure the door to the carriage house was securely locked before he took Brock directly to medical area of the room apologizing to us but he was in need of immediate relief and that he wouldn't keep Brock from us for too long. Pushing Brock to his knees in front of him he grabbed his cock and told him to open his mouth. Brock obliged him by opening his mouth widely and was rewarded with a thick stream of golden piss flooding his mouth. The most shocking part was that Brock drank every single drop of it almost pleading for more. He wrapped his lips around Master Colin's dick and used it like a straw sucking his favorite soda through. "Oh yeah, drink that piss, boy." Colin moaned holding the boy's head to his cock while he emptied his full bladder in his mouth. I was completely dumbfounded and yet completely turned on. I thought I had imagined it all until that moment but watching this submissive being humiliated by drinking another man's piss made me realize that everything about controlling another person had limitless possibilities. Master Sean was next. He took the humiliation to the next level. Instead of having the boy drink his piss he used his body as a human urinal, pissing on him from head-to-cock. The boy took every drop of his piss and thanked him repeatedly for using him for his pleasure. When he was done the boy held perfectly still, on his knees, piss dripping from his hair, his face, his chest and cock. Our submissive was granted permission to rinse off and then joined us at the couches in the center of the room. There was a square of soft carpet for him to kneel on, but he chose to kneel on the hard concrete where he had a perfect view of his three Masters. He held his back ram rod straight with his fingers laced behind his neck. His fat cock stuck straight out and had remained hard during the entire humiliation. Colin asked him, for the record, if Brock was with us voluntarily and that we in no way coerced him to join us for the evening. Brock said loudly and clearly that he was there on his own accord and that no one coerced him. I stood and walked over to Brock holding my cock within an inch of his face and made him pledge that no matter what he saw happen in the room tonight and there were going to be some things that he didn't think he'd ever see, he was to never tell anyone what he did or what went on. Brock looked me dead straight in the eye, something a submissive normally didn't do. 'Sir, I am a Navy Seal, like you I live by a code, my word is my life.' He held his eyes to mine, a sign of total military respect. I nodded my head to the other two Masters who in turn stood and began to prepare Brock for his submission to us. Master Colin helped him into the stocks, locking his head down and his arms outstretched, while Master Sean placed his knees on the benches on either side of the center bench that his stomach rested on, shifting him around until he was in the perfect position. Once he was in place Master Colin took the remote control and began rising the bench until it was at an acceptable height for Master Sean. He pressed another button and the two benches that were supporting his legs spread further apart from the main bench that his stomach rested on. This caused the boy's ass to naturally spread open. Master Sean walked over to the table where a series of canes all in various thicknesses were lined up and picked up one of the thinner, less offensive looking canes. Canes weren't normally allowed in the house, mainly because of the severe pain they inflict, and only a trained Master would know exactly how to use them. Running the cane lightly, almost teasingly over Brocks ass I literally saw Sean's cock get hard. "I am going to cane your ass until you either beg me to stop or I decide you have had enough" he told Brock. He also warned him that he was not to cum and that if he did the caning would stop and the evening would be over. To add more threat he told the boy that not only would he be asked to leave the house but he would never be allowed back again and Master Colin would blacklist him at other houses. Sean asked if Brock understand everything that had just been said to him, straightening his back as much as he could Brock answered "Yes Sir, Master Sean." in a loud and pronounced military voice. Sean took the first cane, the thinnest, in his hand and whipped it forcefully in the air causing a slight swishing sound. I couldn't imagine how something that looked so flimsy as that cane did, might inflict pain but a moment later and the first time it whipped down across Brock's ass I saw a thin red welt come to surface and I knew the boy couldn't help but feeling the pain of it. All Brock did was release satisfying groans. Over and over Master Sean brought the cane down to his exposed ass and thighs as Brock simply groaned like he was getting a soothing massage. Over the next twenty-five minutes, as Sean changed the canes out moving from the thinner ones to the thicker ones the welts on the boy's ass and thighs went from being distinctive welts to one solid bright red welt. The boy never asked for the caning to stop and when Master Sean laid the last, most painful, cane down he cried out begging for more. I was at a loss to tell which was more painful for Brock, the pain inflicted by the canes or his painful sobs begging for more that went unanswered. Master Sean balanced the sadistic torture he had inflicted with the application of a soothing coating of aloe to the caned area before gently spreading the boy's ass cheeks and shoving his cock deep into his ass. Watching Master Sean fucking the boy only made me hornier. I looked over to Master Colin who knew instinctively that it was time for me to grace him with my cock. I directed him to the examining table where I had him lay his back while I restrained his legs in the stirrups. I spread them as widely and as high as they would go, which in turned forced his ass slightly off the table at the very edge. Master Colin had thought of everything when he installed the table and like the punishment apparatus Master Sean was using, the table was installed on hydraulics and I was able to raise it to comfortable height where my cock was lined up squarely to his ass. Unlike the other asses I had intimately been involved with over the weekend, Colin's hole gapped open inviting me to him. This was a man that definitely liked anal play, and I suspected that being fingered by a submissive was not the only thing he enjoyed. I didn't lube my cock, figuring the door was open there was no need for anything extra to help me slide in. I slipped my cock into him in one firm stroke. His ass wasn't the tightest, but it knew how to handle my cock. I looked into Colin's eyes and knew immediately what he wanted - a quick hard fuck and I was more than obliging to give that to him. I wanted to shoot my load quickly because I had other plans for him also. Colin was a well-trained bottom and I didn't need to tell him I was going to shoot - he could feel it. I liked that he was so attuned to me. Not only could he feel my body preparing to shoot, but he watched me and could see the changes in my facial expressions and mannerisms. The other men I had fucked I had taken from behind. Having Colin on his back, with his legs splayed wide open while he watching everything I was doing was a bigger turn on than I had expected. He could see my perfect body, how taught my nipples were and how my solid ripped abs were clenched tight while my cock expanded and got ready to shoot. "Take this you little pussy slut" I whispered to him jamming my cock as deep into him as I get. He clamped his ass around me, from his anal ring to my cock head, he held me dead still as I exploded deep into him. "If you know what's good for you, you won't let go of my cock when I'm done giving you my load." I said threatening that he was to hold my cock tightly in him or I was going to let Master Sean take the cane he had just used on Brock to his ass. I leaned into him whispering to him, "you like piss too don't you boy? Well here's some piss for you, just keep holding my cock. It's going to be a full load of piss too, and you are going to take it all..." I started pissing and moaning the moment I said that. I didn't know if the guttural sounds were from the relief of unloading the piss I had been holding or the fact that I was pissing deep into this guy's ass and it just felt so good. "Oh fuck yeah" I cried out. Colin clamped his ass tighter to me and looked at me with a lost expression. "I am so sorry" He whispered and at the same moment he looked down to his cock as it erupted and shot cum up his chest hitting him square in the face. I held myself firmly in him as his entire body twitched and shook from the uncontrollable orgasm. I had never felt anything like it before, his ass was pulsating so hard against me I felt like I was being milked. I didn't know how it was possible but all of a sudden my cock was rock hard and I was slamming my cock in and out of him as hard as I could. We were both being covered in piss as I took less than ten strokes and shot a second load into him. When I was done I pulled out of him and watched a solid spray of hot piss shoot from his ass. I suddenly understood why he positioned the drain where it was. I walked to the head of the table and leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "You are the biggest slut I've ever known. Sluts need to be humiliated and punished...know that I haven't finished with you yet slut." His looked at me with wide eyes. He wasn't hurt or shocked by my words, he was turned on. I walked away from the table, leaving him laying there, the cool air in the room drying and crusting the thick cum that covered him.