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.