The Brownstone: Untold Stories Ch. 03

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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'.

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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.