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INNOCENSE TAKEN

by MudrunnerNC

Innocence Taken

How I became friends with this wild bunch of guys would be anyone’s guess. The son of a Baptist minister, dutiful to the Lord and all his blessings set free to College where I could be tested. It was the beginning of senior year and I was virgin to just about everything. For three years I had stayed true to my convictions. I never tasted alcohol, no drugs and no sex. I wasn’t a prude and definitely did just about everything but…just never sealed the deal. Robert probably gave me the hardest time about it, but I was certain…no sex until marriage.

For three years now, I have become the best of friends with this crew - James, Kevin, Kyle, Matt, Ben and Robert. We had lived together since the freshmen dorms when we started out on the same floor and continued through to living in the townhouse apartments. I was an R.A. so we always had the pick of where we were living and best of all…I had a single. The guys gave me grief…basically the only one without a roommate and celibate. I had many encounters, some relationships and some heavy testing of faith, oftentimes set up by my roomies…but I remained pure.

The girls liked me….appreciated me…but would often moved on to a guy that would totally fulfill her needs. Maybe I was scared…sometimes I wanted to give in. At night I would hear one of the guys banging some girl and I couldn’t help but be rock hard. Most of the time I would have to throw on the running gear and take a few laps, basically my version of the cold shower.

So here we are, near the beginning of first term heading out to our favorite club, The Strand. Of course I always had designated driver status which never bothered me. Robert would always offer to take my turn, holding out some concoction that the scantly clothed waitresses were bringing around. I had not come this far to give in tonight, besides everyone else intended to get plastered.

It seemed like everyone was out tonight and the line to the door wrapped around the corner. When we rounded the bend I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was leather as far as the eye could see in what had always been a vacant alley. There were guys in leather, in police and military uniforms, firemen. Some had their chest exposed; others had large openings with limited cover over their pants. All I could think was…there goes the neighborhood.

Robert, being his typical pain-in-the-ass self, has to yell out “Maybe Justin can pop his cherry with someone in the alley”. My mouth hung open as this was a new low even for him. A bunch of the guys that were nearby all stopped what they were doing and looked over at me. I knew what they were thinking…I could feel their eyes drinking me in. Man or woman, either would love to conquer my body. I’m 6’2 with a generous build, buzzed hair, models face, perfect smile, entrancing blue/grey eyes that I was told gave off “the look”. Not an ounce of fat, every muscle toned and proportional with just a little stubble over my face. My looks could go either way depending on what I was wearing. I could look boyishly innocent or like a player. The surface didn’t matter because deep down I was grounded, intelligent and set in my ways.

I landed a solid punch on Roberts’s arm that made him wince a little. I was blushing and could feel my ears burning red. The crew and I just laughed it off, but I was still center stage for the other guys around us. You know the feeling you get…when you are being watched…not just a passing glance or a quick check out of the package…but really being studied? I could feel someone in the alley following my every move. I began to feel that flutter of nerves so I started looking for the man that was causing it. I would joke with the boys and then scan the crowd only to do it yet again. Each time I laughed or smiled…I could feel the feeling strengthen.

I tried to follow my instincts and seek out the man doing this and my eyes locked on this Adonis. He had to have 50 lbs more muscle on this body than I did…everything about him was about 1.5 times bigger than I am, except for height. He had on some type of shoulder harness, leather wrist straps, leather 501 jeans, riding boots and gloves. His hair was cropped short, military style and he had a goatee that was just a little longer than the stubble on the rest of his face. Our eyes met and I felt a jolt run through my body. He gave a wicked knowing smile causing me to turn quickly back to the conversation.

The line seemed to be going tediously slow and I found myself looking back over to him…again and again. It wasn’t that I was interested in him. I may not have gone all the way with a girl, but that didn’t mean that I questioned what team I played for. There was just something about him….some power that he gave off…a shinny object that attracts your attention…something that I could not put my finger on. Our eyes would lock each time for longer and longer periods and I would have to shake myself free from his gaze. The harder I tried to keep my eyes off him…the deeper and longer the connection would be when I finally gave in.

We stared to enter the club when I realized that I forgot my wallet. The other guys were already in so I told them I would meet up with them. James and Kevin protested some…but I told them to get a head start before all the good girls are gone. As I was turning, Robert fired off “don’t get jumped out there” with a sinister grin on his smug face. He could be such an asshole, but he has always been the comic relief. We each bared the brunt of his crass humor. Tonight was just my night.

I walked quickly past the alley and could feel all eyes upon me. I made my way up to the car and started to search. I was about to give up home when I patted my jeans…it was there all along.

“Lose something?” a deep husky voice questioned from behind. I spun around to find myself face to face with my “stalker”. His features were more rugged in person, with a thin layer of hair over his pecks. Thick veins flowed up and down his arms. I caught myself looking at his features and settling in on his pierced nipple. I could not bring myself to look in his eyes.

“What happened to your friends? They should be more concerned about your safety,” he said in the same husky southern drawl. I looked up quickly and saw a flash of darkness in his eyes.

“I…I got to go….back to my…friends,” and I stalked off towards the nearest exit. I took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door at the bottom only to look up and realize where I was. The ominous click as the door shut behind me and I turned quick pressing the door that I knew was now locked. In my race to get away from him, I had taken the stair well that brought me deep into the alley.

It was barely lit…but obvious what this part of the alley was used for. There was a guy…that I swear went to one of the other nearby colleges…perhaps even played ball wit… doing an almost unspeakable thing. He was naked from head to toe. His short blonde hair matted down to his face, with sweat dripping all over his body. There were five other guys with him. Each had on a studded leather harness, thick cuffs, and chaps. One guy sat back on what appeared to be an incline bench while two guys held his inner thigh and knee while the other two spread open his feet and ankles. His face was pinched, teeth gritting and eyes closes as they lowered and pulled him up so that he was riding the last guys cock. Their attention was completely lost to the task at hand. I backed myself as far into darkness as I could, so I could hatch a plan to escape.

I could hear the changes in the young jocks moans and looked up to see that it must not be hurting him as much anymore. I could see the guys cock meeting no resistance as it plunged deeper and faster inside him. I could tell that it would all be over soon and didn’t know what to do. I slowly started creeping out when I stepped on something that snapped loudly. The two guys holding the ankles looked over. “It looks like two fresh ones tonight.”

Just then I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I tried to break free but the grasp was too strong. “He’s with me.” I heard a familiar voice say. The two guys backed off and went back to holding the jocks legs. I looked over to see the young jock enjoying his fucking so much that he exploded all over his chest. I knew the voice…knew who had come to protect me. It was Brandon. I could feel the heat of his body pressed against mine. I could smell the musky scent mixed with leather and cigar. I could feel his sweat wicking through my shirt and for a moment I felt safe.

“There’s no need to be worried. You are safe with me. No one will harm you,” Brandon drawled. I could feel this heat building inside me as all of my senses were invaded at once. I could feel his breath on my neck, I could smell his scent, I could faintly taste cigar in my mouth, I was falling under the spell of his husky southern drawl. Why am I feeling helpless to resist?

“I…I need to…get ba..back to my friends,” I stammered trying to break free from this haze. I wanted to run, to break free from his grasp…but I wanted to stay. It felt good to be in his powerful arms. I felt stronger because of it. Oh, if we were one…what the fuck is going on in my head. “Don’t worry. Relax Justin. There’s no need to fight it.”

His breath just sweeping over my ear and his stubble brushing against my neck was almost too much to handle. My muscles tensed while goose bumps rose down my arm and a shiver ran through my body. This caused me to feel his hardening length that was riding along my crack. It felt like I was wearing nothing at all as I could feel the blood pulsing though his cock. He pulled my head back and took possession of my mouth…holding my face with his gloved hand. He pulled my head back so that I could see deeply into his eyes that had this deep hypnotic glow.

“You will be mine and you will surrender yourself to me. Now you have to go before your friends call the cops. They are looking for you. Take the stairs back to the car. You will meet them there.” I felt him place a strap on my wrist and then he pulled me into one last deep kiss while his body was grinding against me.

“Go now. I will come for you later.”

I rounded the corner just as Matt was about to hit send to call for help. “Where the fuck have you been?” Matt fired off. It looked like all the guys were pissed at me. Obviously they had been searching for a long time. “Just a little hook up…not much to report…they had to go,” was all that I could muster. I’ve never been good at lying. “Let me buy you a round…for the trouble,” seeking to change the subject. Somehow booze always seemed to work with these guys. We made our way back to the club, passing by the Alley. Whenever I could get away with it, I scanned the crowd for Brandon. What was this need building inside me? Did I desire him? Did I like the way that he took possession of me in the dark alley? This was too fucked up.

We stepped up to the bar and Robert gripped my shoulder. “I think we need to celebrate Justin’s hook-up. Who knows we may have even corrupted him!! Making out with some complete stranger…so not like you. That pure façade is starting to crack.”

“I say we break down another barrier. Justin’s first drink,” Kevin who is basically Peter light chimed in. I was ready to respond the same way I always did; that I respect their decision and that they should respect mine but my mind clouded over for a second. I looked towards the windows that faced out to the Alley and could see Brandon staring intently at me. In my mind I heard his voice commanding me…telling me to give in. Telling me how good it feels to give in and relax. There so much time to be a responsible adult…live a little.

I grabbed the shot from Robert’s hand and downed it, then quickly took Kevin’s and repeated. The tequila was strong and sour but I felt right to follow Brandon’s direction. The look of shock that fell over my friends faces…it was priceless. I broke the silence when I asked who was buying the next round. They all jumped at the chance. Who cares if we had to call a cab and pick up the car tomorrow? Tonight I was going to live like I never had before. I wondered for a moment what my parents would think…just of what had happened to me so far tonight. I am sure they would have been disappointed. Somehow none of that mattered.

Each of the guys bought a round so that we all had six shots in front of us. I was more than taken back by this. This was way more alcohol than someone should consume on their first night. All I kept thinking was…don’t get sick…don’t get sick…don’t get sick. A small crowd had gathered around the bar to witness what they thought was my 21st birthday. One by one we put down the shots with some cheering from the crowd. When I was done this hot chick pulled me out on the floor and I was dancing like I never had in my life. All inhibitions were out the window. She was really grinding into me and I could feel myself hardening.

I felt a tingle and a need to look back to the windows. There I saw Brandon with some young pup he had picked up. I could feel a twinge of jealousy and thought to myself…what the fuck is wrong with me. This girl is sending all the right signals and I am jealous of some guy with Brandon.

He kept his eyes on me while he began to kiss on the guy’s neck. At the same time this girl began to do the same thing. I couldn’t help but feel stubble though…the same feeling that had sent shivers through me earlier. Brandon began to trace his hands down the guy’s chest and abs…and this girl did the same only I could feel power in those arms…the same that I had felt when he held me. Brandon then started to stroke his hand over the guy’s cock…and again she followed suit…only the touch was strong and commanding.

I didn’t know what to do. I excused myself and took off to the bathroom. I think chick thought that I was going to get sick. Robert followed me to check to see I was all right. “Look…I just need some air…this is all going way too fast for me,” I told him. He reminded me of the fenced area that was basically for smoking whatever and just to cool down. I asked if I could go alone and he backed off, heading back to the dance floor.

I sat out by the fence for a while, then moved deeper to around a bend to avoid a group that had come out to smoke. When I did this I realized that the once secluded spot was shared with the Alley and there were a bunch of guys out there drinking, smoking, and more.

I saw a guy with Brandon’s body but a biker cap was blocking out most of his face. I found my eyes wander up and down the massive legs…those defined abs…the thick chest…the large forearms and following the thick veins that ran up his bicep to those amazing shoulders. He lifted the cap and I could see this evil grin cross over his commanding face.

Without a break in eye contact, Brandon drawled, “Justin…why don’t you hop this fence and come over to where you belong.” It was a suggestion. There was no command in his voice. He was giving me the chance to decide for myself. His hand kept sliding up and down his torso and up to his peck where he would pull ever so slightly on his nipple ring. My concentration was shattered. All sorts of feelings were washing over me. I knew that there was more to this man…that he had some unnatural ability. I knew that up to this day I had NEVER wanted another man for anything other than friendship. I also knew that he could get me to do things that I never thought that I would do. He was satisfied with my reaction…I had not left..In fact I moved closer.

My hands were on the fence and he came in close so that I could feel his heat and smell his musky scent. He laid his hand low on the fence near my crotch and a found myself pressing my body against it. It just felt so good…so right. He was growing a little impatient. Deep down Brandon got off on the inner turmoil…fed off his little corruptions of my mind…and he craved the fight but my complete innocence was too much of a turn-on. His instincts were in overdrive… he hungered for my body and essence. Like a venus flytrap that produces sweet nectar to entice its prey…Brandon was producing large quantities of pheromone. He placed his hands above his head and I could feel a mist break free from his pit hair. I noticed my cock begin to strain against my pant leg.

There was no denying the heat and desire that was building in my body. I took a few deep breathes and began to climb. My family…my friends…my morals…none of that seemed to matter now. As I dropped over the fence, Brandon quickly brought me into an embrace. The power of his muscled arms were evident as they wrapped around me. The feel of his stubble against my cheek and then neck were driving me wild. He looked deeply into my eyes and it seemed like they were glowing. He pressed his lips against mine and quickly took ownership over my mouth. As quickly as it began, he stopped and pulled me deeper into the Alley so we were surrounded by a sea of black leather. Had I not been under Brandon’s spell I would have heard Robert calling to me. He did a quick glance around then went back to search the bathroom.

Brandon raised his right arm up again and pulled my head into his pit. At first I sat there breathing in his deep heady scent…then I could hear him in my head…taste it…lick my pit!! All resistance was gone. Deep down I knew that he was controlling me…but his strength…his power was too much. I could feel my heartbeat through my cock and into my thigh. I was beyond the point of no return. I didn’t resist when two guys wearing leather 501 jeans, 3 strap wristbands, Sam Browne shoulder strap, biker caps and gloves held me firmly my arm and shoulder.

Brandon’s deep commanding voice kept ringing through my head….YOU ARE MINE….YOU WILL SERVE ME….YOU ARE MINE.

I felt my pants being pulled down but could not resist…why would I. I was Brandon’s and he knew it. Next my boxers were brought to my knees and I felt warm breath on the tip of my cock. I want to taste your innocence boy. TELL ME. TELL ME YOU WANT IT.

“I…I want it….please….,” I whispered out. BEG ME. TELL YOUR MASTER WHAT YOU NEED…WHAT YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD.

“Pl…please…mas…please master…take me,” I moaned louder.

Brandon moved in and took me completely in his mouth. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. The girls that had done this in the past were worse than amateurs…there was no comparison. I could not believe how close I was to blowing my load…and at each point that I thought I would…it would pass and my balls would ache even further. To make matters worse, the two guys holding me began to assault my nipples…opening up a whole new world that I never had explored. The pain and pleasure were rocketing through my body.

The need for release was becoming too intense. Sweat was pouring off my body and I began to shake with pleasure. CUM, Brandon commanded….and I exploded like I never have before. It seemed like minutes had passed and that every ounce of jizz I had poured out of me. My body had all but gone limp and the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground were the two leather clad guys. I looked down to Brandon and could see a sinister grin on his face. He arched his head back and I swear that his teeth did not look right. Before I could react, his teeth pierced through my inner thigh…every muscle tensed and then I shot off another volley of cum.

I could feel my strength slipping away. When he had his fill he liked the two bite marks which caused the bleeding to stop. He licked the remaining cum off the tip of my cock and then Brandon stood up taking possession of my mouth. I could taste both my blood and cum in his mouth and then could feel a hunger building up inside of me. He broke away from the kiss. He commanded me to fall on my knees. I was right at crotch level when he placed his hand on the back of my head. OPEN MY FLY WITH YOUR TEETH. I steadied myself by gripping the right side of his pants with my other hand holding his thigh. I brought my teeth to his zipper and slowly pulled down. The two guys that had restrained me earlier helped guide my Master’s pants down exposing the most beautiful piece of meat. It was huge.

LICK THE UNDERSIDE OF MY COCK AND THEN SUCK ON MY BALLS. I followed his every command. I began taking deep breaths as I sucked on one then the other ball receiving a concentrated dose of his musky scent. TAKE THE COCK HEAD IN YOUR MOUTH AND LICK AROUND MY HEAD. I complied and was rewarded with some salty pre-cum. Once I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue…it was like a heavy dose of ecstasy. Without prompting I began to take more and more of his cock inside my mouth...until I began to choke a little. RELAX…OPEN UP AND TAKE ME DEEP DOWN INSIDE OF YOU. I did and then sucked and sucked him deeper. I began to pant and started to ride my head up and down the length of him. He placed both hands on my head and began to fuck my face with amazing intensity. I kept looking up to see the look on his face…and felt incredible knowing that I was giving my master such pleasure. He fucked my face deeper until he pulled almost completely out and began to fire in my mouth. I could taste his seed on my tongue and swallowed greedily. Waves of pleasure roiled through my body and I found that I was orgasming again. His seed started to leak out of the corners of my mouth and slide down my face and chin. I kept sucking until he had finished.

Master Brandon ran his fingers along my face collecting his seed and bringing them back to my mouth. I eagerly cleaned them…hungry for more. There was a wicked smile on his face….and the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. I could feel his controlling presence inside my mind weaken and I started to look from side to side at all of the leather clad guys that were watching us. I began to almost glow beet red…shocked at what I had just done.

“What have I done…,” shamefully escaped my lips. I grabbed my things and ran towards the fence. I could hear Brandon’s dark laughter fill the sky. I’M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU YET…BOY, rang hard and clear through my head.

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