(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.
"Take the head into your mouth, suck on me..." He wasn't experienced. He thought the object was to make me cum and went at me with a voraciousness that made me almost go soft. I pulled away from him.
"Which twin are you?" I asked holding his head between my hands. He looked like he was going to cry.
"J..Ji..Jim" he stuttered again. "Jim, I want you to listen to me carefully. I know you are nervous and most likely scared, I was very scared my first time also, but with time this will pass. Don't think about making me cum, think about giving me pleasure. Close your eyes and think about your fantasies, I'm sure you dreamed of a man making love to you. How his tongue and his mouth would glide over your body...maybe his touch is gentle, maybe it's firm, but however he touches you it brings pleasure to you. Think of my cock as your cock and how you want to pleasured. That's the pleasure I want you to bring to me...."
While I was talking Charles moved into the living room and when I glanced over at him I saw him hanging on every word I was saying. Our eyes locked for a long moment and I could see his 'I love you' look in them. He nodded at me and I looked away back to Jim.
I released Jim face and relaxed leaning back into the sofa again. Jim placed his hands on my thighs and slowly began to massage them spreading them and moving them upwards. I closed my eyes and let him pleasure me with his hands and his mouth. His tongue explored, hesitant at first but goaded on by my moans he licked over my balls, sucking them gently into his mouth, rolling them around while his tongue massaged them. When he was satisfied my balls had enough attention he moved his attentions to my cock. Using a combination of his hands and his mouth he licked and sucked me with a renewed passion that not one submissive had even done to me. Before long I found myself taking shallow strokes in and out of his mouth, my hands firmly holding his head over my cock. Jim knew I was going to cum and taking a deep breath he let me stroke deeper into his mouth until almost half my length was touching deeply in his throat. I couldn't hold out any longer and with a load groan I opened up filling him with my hot wet load. Jim wrapped his lips around me and milked every drop from my cock trying to will me to keep cumming.
When he finally accepted that I was done he pulled his mouth slowly off of me and sat back on his heels, his eyes cast downward. It was at that moment that I saw he was pinching his cockhead trying to keep himself from shooting his load. There was a part of me that felt badly for him, I know how in the beginning I always had problems containing my desires to shoot, but there was also a new part of me, the dominant side of me that was now emerging, that wanted him to deserve to be able to cum.
I finally understood what it meant to be in control.
"Tim, take your brother in the kitchen and have Peyton ice his cock down. That is the only way he will be able to stop the urge to cum." Moving quickly to his feet Tim helped Jim up and took him to the kitchen. Charles was oddly silent and in one of those singular flashes in time where I couldn't read what he was feeling. I reached and touched his cheek with the tenderness of his lover, letting him know it was different than when I touched the boy. He closed his eyes allowing himself to savor my touch. When he opened his eyes again he took my hand in his and kissed each of my fingertips sucking my pinkie finger gently in his mouth.
"I...you...you were so good with him...it shocked me...I never imagined that you could be like that..." he finally said.
"I thought about our first time. You were so patient with me, you took your time making me want to relish every second...and I did."
"Will you take his virginity?"
