(Authors Note: This is the 12th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04,05 Scott Ch01,02,03
Stay tuned! The best is yet to come!!)
The alarm clock jarred me from sleep I felt I just fallen into. I rolled over and looked at the clock and wondered why I even bother when I know that it was set to go off at 6 o'clock every morning. Then I realized it isn't the time it's the date I was more interested in. My life had been reduced to the numbers of days since...well since things changed so drastically. Looking at the date I sadly acknowledge that it's now been eleven days.
The days have all blended into one. Up at six, a long run around the park, a hot shower and the rest of the day and night devoted to work. Either Bud or a first year associate stops by every morning to do the pick-up/drop off thing. I prefer when it's Bud -- at least he's nice enough to bring breakfast and we sit and chat for a little while. Michael's demands have increased tri-fold since he went back to Washington causing almost everyone in the office to be effected by the project on some level.
Bud has been a broken record constantly asking me how I was and if I was ready to talk. I guess I always said the same thing I'm fine and not yet. Last night, however, when sleep refused to relived me from my angst I realized that I can't continue to live like this anymore that one way or another I have to move on with my life. I just didn't know if that includes Michael or not. It's the same thing over and over again. I get to the point where I want to be with him so badly...then BAM!!!...that fucking invasion of my privacy hits me in the face again. I can't seem to be able to get past it.
Reluctantly I got out of bed, did the bathroom thing and threw on clothes for my run. I grabbed my running shoes and was walking into the living room when the front door opened. It didn't surprise me. Bud had a habit of stopping by whenever he felt like it. I guess he figured I'd seen him naked he could walk in on me however he wanted.
"Good...I'm glad I caught you before you left for your run." He said unceremoniously without bothering to say 'Good Morning' or asking how I was.
"I'm fine thanks, you?" I said back to him smiling.
"Such a fucking smartass...I have to be stuck with the biggest smartass on this earth." He said and took a seat at the dining room table. "I have a phone conference at nine am, I don't have time to dilly-dally...I need your findings from yesterday."
I ignored him. Work was the farthest thing on my mind. I needed to make changes and get on with whatever I was going to do.
"Bud, I need to know more about the brownstone." I said.
My words caught him off guard. It was the first time I had mentioned the brownstone since I had left there. He looked at his watch, it was just past seven. He had two hours before he had to get to his meeting.
"You pick the one damn morning I can't sit around and talk...oh well...it doesn't matter, you are more important than Michael...I knew one day you would want to know about it." He stopped for a moment and thought the best way to approach the subject. "What would you like to know?" Before I could even say a word he spoke again, "Scott, the brownstone is filled with so many different types of men, who all want basically the same thing -- the company of another man."
"I understand that. It's the Master/submissive thing I want to know about. Why does one man willing get down on his knees to service another man? And what makes a man, the dominate one, want to have someone cater to his every whim?" "Wow!!! You aren't asking too much. I know I've told you some it -- from my life experiences. What if you were to meet some of the people that partake in the lifestyle? Hear it directly from their point of view. They should be able to paint you a better picture than I can."
"I can't go back there."
"No, I'll bring a few people here. We'll have a little dinner party and you can ask all the questions you'd like."
"I appreciate that Bud. It seems for every question I ask myself there are ten more behind it that are unanswered."
"This is a good sign Scott. I'm proud of you" He was staring at me and it was making me very uncomfortable.
"I really do see why Michael fell for you. If I wasn't such a humble and nice person, and also quite married, I think I would be all over you in a heartbeat. After all, Michael's loss could be my gain." Laughing at his sick sense of humor I chose to ignore what was obviously a come on. I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of sex and Bud in the same vernacular. Prudently I decided to change the subject and went to my office to grab the files I had been working on.
Bud left me a message on my cell while I was out and told me that he had made arrangements to have a Master, his submissive and a Trainer come to the condo at seven o'clock that evening. "I will bring dinner have the table set for five. I'll warn you right now the people that are coming to the condo take their lifestyle very seriously. I want you to see the most extreme aspect of the lifestyle. Every Master is different and most men that go there don't master at all -- they just want to have their cocks taken care of. Master Richard's submissive does not reside at the brownstone, but they are there on a regular basis. For them the lifestyle is a 24/7 thing so don't be surprised at anything that might happen. The Trainer that is coming from the brownstone is a former submissive of Master Richard. I can also tell you that Michael is not involved nearly as much as Richard is, but I wanted you to see how serious it can be..." the message cut off. Bud had used the maximum length allowed for voice messages. He didn't bother to call me back and finish what he was saying. It didn't matter he had peaked my curiosity.
I was both excited and apprehensive about spending an evening with these people. I had spent the afternoon on the internet absorbing everything I could about the D/s lifestyle in the male community. Most of it was very extreme, filled with steroids fueled muscular men, lots of leather, worn construction boots and brutal tortures carried out on 'unsuspecting' men.
After my short foray at the brownstone I didn't sense that it was like that, but I had only seen a snippet of what went on there, as Michael told me there were many levels to the place.
Bud had already confirmed, and I got the impression from the few conversations we had that the brownstone took pride in catering to men's more basic needs more than taking things to outermost limits. I wondered why he had decided to show the extreme aspect instead of something more middle of the road. Could it have been so simple as by showing me the worst it could everything else was quite, how does it go -- vanilla? Bud arrived at 6:30 and had everything ready by the time the doorbell rang promptly at 7pm. Richard entered, looking nothing like the overblown image I had created in my mind. I estimated him to be closer to Bud's age, in his mid to late fifties. He was dressed casually in black slacks and a polo shirt that only served to amplify his well maintained muscular physique. I could tell by his graying buzz cut hair and the way he carried himself that he definitely had military in his background, and it wasn't until much later that I found out he was a former Marine General. Following close behind him was his submissive, Kei, a delicate looking Asian man who immediately removed his too big overcoat only for me to see that he was naked beneath it. He immediately knelt at his Master's feet and didn't move until Richard did. John arrived less than a minute later.
John too was dressed casually, his clothing mirroring Richards's only in different colors, almost like he called Richard ahead of time to find out what he was wearing. Looking at the variety of men that were in the room I hadn't realized until that moment that all my life my attentions were drawn to men. Whereas most men have gazed upon women, appreciating their beauty, I welcomed the sight of a good looking man. And John fit that bill to the max. He was mouthwateringly handsome, with a raw sex appeal that radiated from deep within him. He greeted Bud cordially and ignored that fact I was standing next to him, he didn't even give me a fleeting glance. His attentions were centered on Richard and there was barely a minute that his eyes didn't leave him. "I hope you don't mind my submissives' lack of clothing," Richard said to everyone, "he has been trained to be ready for me at all times." Kei kept his eyes cast downward.
Bud took care of introducing me to Richard and John, who out of ingrained good manners shook my hand. Somehow I got the impression that the only reason he was there was to be close to Richard. Kei, Richard's submissive was not introduced. Bud later told me that since Kei was a possession of Richard's it was up to him if he wanted me to be introduced to him.
Richard shook my hand, holding on to it longer than the actual handshake immediately making me uncomfortable. His eyes pierced into mine almost like he was trying to hypnotize me. My eyes zoned in on his face, alternating between his forehead and his nose in an attempt to avoid contact with his eyes. Knowing that I was looking at him he licked his tongue over his teeth, gapping his mouth open for an instant. I pulled my hand away and turned back to Bud, much to Richard's displeasure, breaking his gaze and his attempted hold over me.
"Nice to meet you Scott," he said in low husky voice. I saw you at the brownstone a week or so back, at the weekend in the wild and wondered who you were -- such a lovely boy all by himself hiding in shadows. I was pleasantly surprised when Bud called me today to invite me to meet you."
