The Brownstone: Michael Ch. 04

"I would like to take some pictures of you like this, would you mind?" He asked. "I really want you to see how fucking hot you look all bound up like this.

"Yes please...Sir..." my voice was still dripping with sarcasm, but Charles seemed to like it. From underneath the table he pulled out a camera and for the next little while he snapped away. When he was done he sat down on the stool and placed his warm hands on my thighs.

"You truly are the most beautiful man I have ever been with...I'm so fucking lucky...you are so very perfect. He whispered leaning forward and placed idolizing kisses on my cock, then balls and finally my ass.

"Now...as your doctor I don't normally talk during the examination I am about to give...but since your curiosity is so peaked that it made you come see me without an appointment I am going to break protocol and let you know every step of the way what I am going to do to you.

"Thank you Charles..."

"That will be all from you. You may only speak when I allow you to speak and your will only answer me with a simple 'yes' or 'no'. If you say any more than that I may be forced to gag you...and would enjoy every minute of doing it!" He He stood and winked - something Charles rarely did. I couldn't help but smile back at him. This man was blending his worlds to accommodate me and I couldn't help but love and admire him for it.

He walked over to the sink and washed his hands, just like a doctor would do. I couldn't turn my head to see what he was doing and he had forbade me to speak so I had to leave it to my imagination what was going to happen to me. I heard the cabinet doors by the sink open then close several times before he returned to the table.

Once again he glided his hands down my thighs and over the cheeks of my ass. "I have never coveted an ass like I do yours Michael. I can still remember the first time my cock slid into you, how tight you were and how much you wanted me...and took me...all of me..." He parted the cheeks of my ass and ran his finger from my balls down to my hole. I could feel it twitching in anticipation.

"I'm going to be quite gentle with you today. I only want you to feel the pleasures this room has to offer. If you like it...maybe on another day I can walk in here again and find you waiting for me and we can try some other delicacies the room has to offer." I heard the snap of him putting a glove on, the squeeze of some lubricant and then his finger slipping slowly into me.

I was in instant heaven.

"I'm glad I didn't fuck you last night Michael, your ass is tight and wanting right now." He slipped his one finger to the side replacing it with two fingers. As much as I wanted to grind my ass into his fingers I couldn't move and I was just beginning to understand what he meant that I would have to absorb all the pleasure.

"Soon you are going to open up even more and I am going to slip a third finger into you..." He pulled his two fingers and silently pushed the promised three fingers into me. A quick push of the button and he spread my legs further apart.

"Michael...I want to put my entire hand in your ass...the feeling is going to be quite overwhelming. I want you to tell me honestly if you want me to do this..."

I wanted to scream FUCK YES...but calmly and with conviction I simply said yes. This had been a fantasy of mine since I had seen one of the Master's do this to a submissive in the dungeon one night. Charles slid his three fingers out. I heard another squeeze of lubricant and felt him back at me again. I tensed up for a moment, but Charles coaxed me with his soothing calming words until I relaxed and felt the pressure of his hand on me.

His hand pressed into me, filling beyond anything I had ever felt before. "Oh yes Michael...you are so tight and accepting of my hand..."

I was tethered to the table and all I could do was feel what Charles was doing to me. Since the first time his cock found its way into my ass I had loved the sensation of being filled. Now, with his hand almost fully into me I was being taken to a new height of pure sensual pleasure. I could feel his outstretched fingers going deeper into me, caressing the tender walls of my ass. Then I felt his knuckles, massaging me, my moans were uncontainable pushing Charles further into me. I'm grateful I couldn't speak. I wouldn't have been able to put these feelings into words. I just lay on the table feeling, appreciating everything that was happening to me.

Then his fingers found my prostate...

At first he just let his finger glide over the tiny little gland, almost like a tickle, but when he saw my cock start to instantly ooze a fine strand of fluid he placed two fingers firmly on me and began a methodical massage.

"We've never spoken about this aspect of sex before Michael, but I'm going to turn your world inside out in a few minutes. Without even touching your beautiful fat cock I'm going to make you shoot the best load you've ever had in your life." Relentlessly his fingers continue on me. More 'milk' dripped out of me, gobs of it.

I wanted to touch my cock...I wanted Charles to touch my cock...I wanted to move, but I couldn't. The frustration of being so immobile was irritatingly distracting.

"You ass is so tight around my hand, you want to come so badly, don't you Michael?"

"Yesssss" I hissed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes...Sirrrrrrr" I said trying to smile but only wanting to cum. My entire body was on fire. My entire body was shaking and tense at the same time. My brain was telling me to cum, my shallow breathes and out of control racing heart was screaming for release. My cock felt like it was about to explode, my balls were drawn up so tight I was afraid they would never drop again.

"You are so close...so very close...but I have the power to take that away...all I have to do is stop what I'm doing and you won't cum...all I would have to do is stop moving these two fingers...."

"No...please...please..." I was begging him. I had never wanted to cum so badly in my life. I tried to move my ass, tried to push myself hard against his hand, I craved two seconds of friction on my cock – anything that would JUST-MAKE-ME-CUM.

Then it happened. I felt it first in my ass when it clenched down crushingly hard on Charles hand, inhumane screams shot from my mouth and I felt the cum rising from my ass to my balls to my cock and then the explosion. Tied down, shooting wave after wave of hot cum from my piss hole – all I could do was feel every synapse in my body react to this glorious experience Charles had given me.

It might have been minutes it could have been hours before I was able to focus again. I vaguely remember Charles gently pulling his hand from me leaving and feeling empty – and oddly still wanting. I even remember him licking every drop of my cum from my crotch to my forehead.

When I finally opened my eyes Charles was standing on the side of the table staring down at me. A shit-eating grin twitching on his lips.

"Ok?" He asked smiling.

"Yes..." I said than added the Sir to the end of my sentence.

"I'm not finished with you."

"Oh good...I was hoping that was only the warm up." I muttered in my sarcastic manner that Charles always appreciated.

"Be careful..." He said in warning, but his threats were empty. I knew that Charles would never do anything to hurt me.

"Yes Sir" I whispered. He started to walk away but I whimpered to get his attention. I licked my tongue over my bottom lip. I had an irresistible desire for him to kiss me and knew that I couldn't do that in here but he never denied me our kisses. He had once told me that if we never could have sex again he would be okay as long as he could always get lost in my kisses. We could make out for hours and never tire of it. With the crazy hours we worked, the pain of losing Mary and even the indignity we lived day in and day out having to hide our feelings from others it just didn't matter when we were in each other's arms as our tongues danced together.

"I'm going to fuck you now..." he said breathlessly pulling away from me. "And then I'm going to give you one last surprise. After that we are going to shower and go to our apartment where I hope upon hope you will want to shove that lovely fat cock of yours in my ass and show me how much you appreciated your afternoon."

He released my head, chest and arm restraints and raised my back so I was in a semi prone position – I really liked this table! "May I ask a question...Sir." I said with a huge grin on my face.

"If you must." He answered in his playful tone.

"Would there be any way in a future time that I might be able to get you on the table...and...well you know...give you a full exam."

His expression was unreadable at first, until he let out the biggest ear-to-ear grin. "I would love to be your little plaything for an afternoon."

I noted that he refrained from using the word 'submissive'. The memories of his time as a submissive rarely surfaced but I knew that as much as Charles told me he wouldn't trade the time he had with Cecil, I still think his submission affected him and shook the confidence he exudes daily – he WAS Charles after all.

Charles moved back to the end of the table, between my still restrained legs and lowered the table until it was at his desired height – cock level. His eyes were locked on mine as he slowly slid into me.

"I love how my cock fits so perfectly in your ass. Even after so many years of us being together you are still so tight. He thrust into me again, harder this time.

"I remember the night we met, when I told you that I wasn't looking for a one night stand but I told you sometimes a 'shove my cock up your ass' fuck is fun...well this is going to be one of those times Michael..." His voice drifted as he started pounding into my ass. Harder and harder...on and on. It was glorious! I loved being fucked like this, and I loved when he made gentle 'I need you' love to me...I loved every moment I was with Charles.

"Fuck!!" he yelled suddenly thrusting one last time into me shooting his hot wet load deep into my ass. He held himself deep inside of me and opened his eyes looking at me with this 'I've got a secret look'.

"I promised you something special..." he said. He didn't move. His eyes closed again. It took a moment, but then I felt it. At first it was a slight gush deep inside of me, than it became a steady hot stream. A moan that sounded more like a scream escaped from my mouth. Since the first time I heard about it years ago I wanted it...now he was giving me what I've always wanted...he was pissing in my ass and it felt so fucking good. Charles moaned, mirroring my continued moans. I wanted to shout out and beg him to never stop. My ass was on fire and I couldn't get enough of him. I was so full, not only of his cock, but his cum and now his piss. Nirvana couldn't have gotten any closer.

When he was done he opened his eyes and looked at me. He had never said he loved me, but I could see it in his eyes. Words were simply words, but when he gave me one his 'I am the luckiest man in the world because of you' looks it didn't matter.

Charles never locked his private room again.