(Authors Note: This is the 8th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04.
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Time marched on.
Charles and I had been together for ten years and had flown to Aspen for a combination anniversary/Thanksgiving ski trip. We were staying at one of the brownstone member's winter getaway home, a modern A-Frame house that was comfortable enough for Charles and I, of course Peyton and the two submissives he brought with him.
A first time happenstance at the brownstone the two submissives were identical twins. Charles had heard rumors of their desire to submit -- another rarity that two brothers would be at the brownstone at the same time, and personally interviewed them. At six feet tall they were strikingly handsome both with clean, wholesome athletic builds -- just the way that Charles preferred his submissives. Older than most new trainees, at twenty years old they had recently dropped out of college after deciding they wanted to follow their desires to find and serve a Master that would accept the two of them.
Charles' attraction to the boys was two-fold, one was they were red-headed, another thing I had come to find that Charles had a penchant for and he had never had twins before, a desire not many Masters ever had fulfilled. They also had matching thick cocks with large mushroom capped heads, and I too found myself lusting after their lovely cocks and even with the wide patch of red pubic hair surrounding it. The general rule of the brownstone was that all submissives were always kept completely hairless from the neck down, except for red heads. Charles loved to see and run his fingers through red pubic hair and disallowed Renaldo from ever shaving that area. From the moment they arrived at the White Plains training center Charles had a Trainer assigned to them and kept them segregated from the other trainees. He knew full well that these two were going to be his personal 'property' and he didn't want anyone to touch them but the Trainer of his choice and him and I -- if I eventually decided I wanted to indulge.
Charles surprised me with the submissives when he arrived in Aspen.
"I thought maybe you'd like to try a virgin ass." He casually said over dinner like he was talking about the ski runs we had made earlier in the afternoon. The twins, Timothy and James, Tim and Jim, were kneeling quietly in the living room, within our view, naked with their cocks hard.
I wasn't shocked by his suggestion. For years he had been telling me that I needed to try a virgin ass at least once, knowing full well that once I had my first virgin ass I would always go back for more. I remained mutely silent, not knowing how to express how I felt.
Monogamy, to the extent that I had not fucked anyone other than Charles, was the road I had chosen to take so far in our relationship mainly because he was more than enough for me. I knew that he had his needs, and it never bothered me that he had his submissives. Charles used these men for his pleasure, whether it was to fuck their tight little asses or putting them through their paces in his examining room they fulfilled his need to control.
I was his everything else.
On our first year anniversary we made enduring vows to each other. No matter whom we ever decided to dally with there would be two things we would never do with anyone else. We would never kiss anyone else and we would never have anybody else's cock in our asses. I was Charles' lover and Charles was my lover and as far as we were concerned our asses were sacred to each other.
Even though I hadn't fucked any of the submissives I had done my share of 'experimenting' with them. After Charles opened his private room to me I spent time in there with him and submissives. Sometimes I acted as his able bodied assistant playing with his bevy of submissives alongside Charles and other times I just watched often playing with myself until I was ready to cum and then shot my load either on the submissives or in their mouths. I even had started going to the lounge and allowing submissives to suck my cock but I seldom reached orgasm. I never knew if it was psychological on my part, the part of me that only wanted Charles, or if I just wasn't turned on by what the submissive was doing to me. Whatever it was,at the end of the day I cherished being in Charles' arms and didn't feel like I was missing out on anything.
"You don't have to decide right away, we have all weekend. They aren't going anywhere." Charles said.
"I do want to try it Charles...I just..." I said in a low voice not wanting the twins to hear me.
"I understand Michael. Know this though... This is totally your choice. I am secure enough in our relationship to know that using one of these submissives isn't going to take away from what we have." And there it was -- him saying it without saying it. Charles loved me and knew that I loved him even though the words had never come out of our mouths. "May I ask you something?" Charles simply nodded his head. "Would it turn you on to watch me with someone else?" Charles had to think about what I asked.
"Maybe it would. I know what you do to me...but I can't always see what you are doing...I mean I feel it -- oh boy do I enjoy your touch...but I think I would take pleasure in seeing you sink that beautiful cock of yours into another person. I don't know it that makes sense...the thoughts are jumbled in my head..." It was a exceptional occasion when Charles shed his control and his vulnerable side emerges. Standing up I walked over to them. One of them watched my every move and refused to break eye contact with me. I moved to the one who had his eyes cast downward.
"I want you to undress me." I said to him in a Charles-like firm voice. Charles' mouth dropped open and for the moment he was frozen to his spot at the table. He had never heard me take such an assertive role before. The submissive scrambled to his feet and nervously began the task of stripping me of my clothes reminding me of my first time Charles told me to take his clothes off.
When I was naked he let his eyes lust hungrily over my body. His cock, which had been semi-flaccid, was now rock hard with a large bead of clear pre-cum oozing from his slit. There was no doubt in my mind that Jim appreciated and desired men. I reached out and lightly rubbed the bead over his bulbous head. Jim tenses immediately, sucking his breath in and squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't even think about cumming" I whispered to him stepping behind him without touching him. "If you do you will spend the rest of weekend on your knees watching your brother garnering all our attention." "Y...ye...yes...Sir" he stuttered softly. I sat on the sofa and motioned for the boy. He kneeled before me, in perfect submissive stance and cast his eyes downwards. "Pleasure me." I said. The boy looked up at me almost like I was speaking a foreign language. I spread my legs and taking my cock in hand began to stroke the length from my head down to my balls. He inched closer to me, seemingly fascinated by what I was doing and place his hand over mine. When I felt his confidence gaining I removed my hand and let him continue.
"Now use your mouth..." Leaning into me he licked his tongue out over the head of my cock catching the first droplets of my pre-cum. He smiled shyly as he savored his first taste of man-cum.
