Stolen Innocence

by Beverly L Anderson

Devan paused at the door, looking back at Varick as he pulled it open. “Hey, come on, Leo. Can’t stay back here all night,” he said, winking at him as he sauntered out of the room, wiggling his ass for Varick’s benefit. Varick followed him out, ducking through the curtain and going around the right side of the stage.

  As he walked, he tried to look away from faces but still take in the environment. He was studiously avoiding eye contact with random strangers who just saw him get a public blow job. He almost passed a section of large armed chairs when he stopped short and spotted a familiar face. He glanced over and saw Devan was continuing toward the group where Charles and Clair were standing.

  “Mischka?” he exclaimed, blinking at him in surprise.

  Mischka smiled up at Varick. Varick thought his face looked a bit red. A dark-haired boy knelt between his legs with his head resting on Mischka’s inner thigh. Mischka didn’t look surprised to see Varick there and had apparently watched everything that had happened up on the stage. Despite the fact Mischka had seen Varick full on naked before, Varick found himself more than a little embarrassed now. Mischka had watched him up on the stage.

  “Well shit, took you long enough to get yer ass here,” Mischka offered, smirking at him.

  Varick stared at Mischka and for some reason felt an unknown warmth rise in his chest. He was sitting there, legs spread wide, wearing a blue button up shirt and black jeans with his Docs; nothing that out of the ordinary from his normal dress save the button-up shirt. He looked calm and relaxed, which in itself was odd since Mischka was always moving and very rarely calm. Varick wasn’t sure how to react to the naked boy between Mischka’s legs. From the position he was in, he couldn’t see his face. His arms were bound behind his back, crisscrossed with rope binding his forearms together on top of each other. Varick could see the beginnings of what he realized was a rope harness around his side and the rope continued around his bicep. He wore a black leather collar around his neck as well. However, what drew his eye was the body tattoo running across the boy’s back from his left hip to the back of the right shoulder. He could see the edge of what looked like a flower coming onto the back of his right shoulder that appeared to be the beginning of vines making up the piece. He couldn’t tell a lot in dim light, but it looked like there was another flower on his left hip as well. Something about him seemed somewhat familiar, though Varick couldn’t put his finger on it.

  Varick looked back up to Mischka, noting he seemed not to acknowledge in the man kneeling naked between his legs.

  “Um, yeah, I... This is unusual to me, but...” he stammered, flushing a bit. He didn’t know if he should ask about the collared man between his legs or not. Charles had said there would be people who were taken, so obviously, this guy was Mischka’s sub...or whatever he called him.

  As Varick was watching, the boy between his legs shifted his head. When he moved, he could see the scar running down his cheek and he realized why the boy seemed somewhat familiar. Varick had seen his picture before, and knew he was Mischka’s boyfriend, Artemis. He had known they’d been a couple for a very long time, since before he met Mischka in California as a teenager. He had not known they engaged in this sort of thing...

  Artemis moved his head again and started to nuzzle at Mischka’s crotch. Seemingly without thinking about it, Mischka reached down and unzipped himself before leaning back with a sigh. He continued to talk to Varick as his sub began to suck and lick at his cock. Varick arched a brow. It seemed Mischka had been given the luck to be similarly well endowed to himself, he thought curiously. He’d always wondered since he seemed to have some issues with his pants needing frequent adjustments now and then.

  “This is different than what yer used to, more than the leather scene out in Cali.” Mischka paused, chewing his lip for a second. Varick noted despite his calm appearance, his accent was slipping a bit; usually that was reserved for when he was really worked up and angry. “You seem to have taken to Loki’s treatment damn well. Didn’t think you’d be into something like this, with you not being inta sex. Change yer mind did ye?” Mischka paused again and threaded his fingers through Artemis’s hair grabbed onto it tightly. “Do you think yeh’ll be joining us more often after that? Loki’s quite the minx when he decides he likes someone’s cock. He seemed to enjoy you,” he remarked with a smirk, but Varick caught another tone to Mischka’s voice, something almost solemn. Mischka’s eyes suddenly widened and he looked down.

  Artemis had deep throated him, obviously trying to get his attention focused on him instead of talking to Varick. Varick wondered if he was jealous based on the ferocity with which he pushed his head down on Mischka. He heard him make a noise in his throat, obviously struggling with the angle to swallow Mischka all the way like he was doing.

  “And just what the feck do ye think yer doin’?” Mischka growled out as he narrowed his eyes at his sub.

  Artemis cut his eyes upward at him. Mischka grabbed him by the back of the head and the underside of his jaw, glaring at him as he started to repeatedly slam upward into his throat until his eyes started to water. After about a half a dozen harsh thrusts into his sub's throat, Mischka used the hold he had on Artemis’s dark hair to pull him off so his wet panting mouth was hovering over his cock.

  “Are yeh going t’ behave now, Lolli?” he asked him, cocking an eyebrow.

  Since the smaller man was panting, he obviously wasn’t able to verbally answer but his Dom sighed dramatically before shoving him back down onto his shaft to press his nose against his groin, completely cutting off his air. Varick began to wonder if he was going to hold him there until he passed out before Mischka pulled him back off. He paused and asked him the same question. It was obvious the nod Artemis gave in answer wasn’t the response Mischka was looking for so he shoved Artemis back down onto him again. After another few seconds, Mischka pushed him backward off him, sending him to sit hard on his ass with his legs spread. Varick could very clearly the vines see on his left thigh, and the tight cock ring he wore.

  Artemis let out a long slow groan, and as he moved, Varick spotted the base of what looked to be a plug in his ass. He just barely caught the glint of metal and he realized he had a perineum piercing like Loki. Varick could see the obvious stream of fluid leaking down his cock. It took him a second to realize the boy also had an ampallang and a prince albert piercing.

  Artemis cut his eyes up at Mischka.

  “Lolita?” Varick looked at Mischka because the tone of voice sounded really harsh and unexpected to his ears.

  Artemis was obviously in a mood because he gave him a smirk in return while panting in wanting. Mischka sighed. “Yeh want me to make yeh choke on Leo’s cock too? Because it can be arranged, yeh lil’ slut boy.”

  Artemis cut his eyes over to the other man for a second before back to Mischka. Mischka shook his head and leaned over to grab him by the hair. He yanked him forward and shoved his head back down into his lap. “Finish what ye fecking started,” he snarled at him, and Artemis started a much slower worship of his master’s cock. Varick wondered how long Mischka would make Artemis wait to orgasm.

  “Anyways,” Mischka continued, heaving a deep sigh and looking up at Varick again. “There’s a lot to learn, if yer interested.”

  Varick nodded, starting to feel the overwhelming, and odd, desire again. He looked at Mischka. “I think...it might be something I could enjoy. You know that...sexual encounters have never been...memorable for me in good ways. I don’t know, though, there are so many rules about this. And what Mistress Mia did, I’d be scared I’d hurt someone...”

  Mischka smiled at him calmly, adjusting himself by moving back a bit to accommodate Artemis’s increasing attention. “If ye want, I could always let ye play with this slut-boy. Ye won’t hurt this one, he’s feckin’ masochist. For some practice, y’know,” he added with a genuine smile.

  Varick’s mouth dried a bit. “Ah, I’ll think of it, I’ll...see you tomorrow at work,” he said and stepped away.

 
He looked over behind Mischka and headed back the way Devan had gone. He saw there was a small group around Clair which included Charles and Devan, and another darker skinned man he wasn’t familiar with. As he approached, he saw the new guy that was standing with them. He had close cropped dark hair and was wearing a pair of skintight leather pants and a loose vest, showing off his torso. He wasn’t incredibly fit, but he wasn’t pudgy so much as soft. Varick noticed he had a snake tattoo on his left arm coiling around his bicep up to his collar bone. The black ink on his skin wasn’t very noticeable so it made the tattoo look very subtle. He snorted to himself. He could have done a better job with the inks so the tattoo was more visible. The tattoo artist obviously hadn’t had a lot of experience with darker skin tones.

  As he came up, he smiled and tried not to blush too much in front of Clair. She turned to him and gave him a soft look. She knew about his struggles with sex over the years. She was perhaps the only one who knew how difficult the whole thing was for him.

  She shook her head and muttered, “Big brother, you’re red.”

  She gave him a knowing smirk and he looked away from her.

  Before Charles could introduce the other man, Devan threw his arm around the other guy’s shoulders and smiled at Varick. “Ah, Dragon, you met this guy yet?” Devan leaned up on his toes to nip at his earlobe. “Hmm, too bad I already got beat for the night, but I might be willing to let you fuck me.”

  The dark-skinned man licked his lips a bit. “I had something else in mind, but it usually leads to fucking,” he said, giving him a lascivious grin.

  “Interesting, I might have to take you up on that,” Devan practically purred, turning to look at Varick. “Leo is what you’re going by here, right?” Devan asked and looked at Varick.

  Varick nodded to him. “Yeah, Leo’s going to be the name I use here.”

  He glanced over to the other guy. Varick noted Dragon was a slight bit shorter than he was, but both of them were a few inches taller than Devan was.

  “Yo, man, nice ta meetcha,” Dragon commented and tipped his soda cup toward him in a mock salute. “Seems Loki likes what ya gave ‘im.” Varick could tell he was smiling, but there was a shade of annoyance to his voice.

  “Um, it was a surprise, I don’t normally get aroused at all, and then it was so intense...” he started. He began to wonder if they were together the way Devan kept clutching him and randomly petting Dragon’s body with his hands even as he looked around him. But Devan didn’t have a collar.

  Devan turned then, looping his arm around Dragon’s waist and smiled at Charles and Clair. “So, Corp, finally got your lady here into it.”

  “Yeah, so don’t scare her off. But damn, you got laid into,” Charles hissed, smiling broadly. “Was it good?”

  “Fucking amazing,” Devan sighed. “That bastard has a nice dick. He’s your friend?” he gestured at Varick.

  Charles smiled, “Yeah, he’s Clair’s brother. And, Clair, Leo, this is my friend...” he trailed off and looked at Dragon.

  “Oh, my real name’s Carmine Deangelo,” he shrugged and reached a hand toward Varick.

  Varick shook it with a nod. “Ah, yeah, Varick Jaeger’s my real name, but Leo is what I go by all the time. Char- I mean, Corporal brought me along tonight, but I didn’t expect to be pulled into something like this. I think I might like it...” he trailed off as his eyes went back to Devan’s lithe form where he leaned on Carmine.

  Clair glanced over at Varick, and he caught her eye. He could see she knew there was more going on than appeared. Devan moved and pulled Carmine’s head down to bite his lip quickly before he grinned and turned back to Charles.

  Charles chortled. “I think you two have had some good times recently. Never seen you take a Dom on more than once or twice, Loki. But I guess Dragon is a fine one, if only I went for guys...” he trailed off wistfully before winking at Clair.

  Devan nodded. “Yeah, he’s got a nice dick too,” he spoke as he smiled at Charles. He paused and looked upward at Carmine. “Before you were with the little brat sub who got collared by Saber.” Devan rolled his eyes. “Saber, who picks a scene name like that,” he muttered, rolling his eyes even more dramatically. “Asshole. Anyway, he wanted to Dom me once, but I was in my Domme mode, and he had the gall to first grab my crotch under my dress, then get pissed the fuck off when I had a fucking dick. Bastard tried to fucking punch me. He regretted the choice, though,” Devan stated, giving a sideways grin and crossing his arms over his chest. “Not every woman has a pussy, fucking asshat.”

  Varick listened as the various discussions about other people who frequented the club and what they did continued around him. Even though he didn’t know the people that were being discussed, something felt right about being in this place. His eyes were drawn toward Devan, and a time or two he found himself glancing back over his shoulder where he could see the dim outline of Mischka’s back in the armed chair. How could something new and different possibly be so comfortable for him? He never felt this at ease, and all these people had just accepted them into their number without question. Mischka was a regular just like Charles, and it surprised and excited him. Even though he had been worried about how people would view him after getting a public blow job, he found no one even seemed to think twice about it.

  Despite all this going on, Varick’s mind kept wandering to the scene earlier on the roof of the hospital. The doctor had seemed to be so wound up and in need of some sort of relaxation. Did he have people he felt relaxed and comfortable around? Could he help him by becoming one of those people to him? Varick stopped himself from thinking in that direction because this was so strange to him. He was interested in another person, and as more than a friend. And now he was interested in Devan, he realized suddenly. What was happening to him?

  Finally, everyone seemed to be done talking, Devan reached out and took Varick’s hand with one of his, and he grabbed Carmine’s with the other.

  “Come on, I could use a real drink, boys,” he said and led both of them up the stairs to the club floor.

  The club was winding down for the night, and most the goth crowd has already leaving. There were a few stragglers, but the music was done already. Devan led the two over to the now empty bar. “Sit down, what you like?” he asked as he went around the bar.

  “Scotch and soda,” Varick said with a confused look as Devan pulled out the bottles with precision.

  Carmine looked over at him. “He’s a bartender here the rest of the time,” he explained with a smirk. “Dev, club for me.” Devan nodded, picking up a glass and spraying the soda water into it before dropping a slice of lime into it.

  Devan pulled out a bottle of peach vodka and poured a shot into a glass, then filled the tall glass the rest of the way with orange juice.

  “A vodka fuzzy navel?” Varick inquired. “Or a peach screwdriver?”

  Devan shrugged, sipping it as he leaned over the bar and smirked at them. “Ya learn what ya like when you mix drinks on the regular.”

  “So, your sister is hot,” Carmine mumbled as he turned and looked at Varick.

  Varick rolled his eyes. “It was bad enough she was out there when he was sucking me off,” he muttered, gesturing to Devan.

  Devan snickered. “I was serious though, you can fuck me with that fine piece of meat you have any fucking time, big boy.”

  Varick sighed, picking up his own drink and thought again about the doctor. Why did his mind keep coming back to him? Probably because he seemed to respond earlier today when he kind of hit on him. Wait, was that what he’d done? He’d actually hit on someone. He didn’t do that sort of thing, but then again, he didn’t get blow jobs either. He was about to say he should head home when Carmine slammed his fist on the bar suddenly, causing both Varick and Devan to jump.

  “The fuck, dude?” Devan snapped, glaring at him. Varick noted the reaction immediately. His breath sped up and his green eye started twitching. That was a strange reaction for someone who regularly got be
at for fun, he thought to himself.

  Carmine sighed. “Sorry, just, I got a hard on for someone I probably can’t get, and he seems like he needs some good fun in his life. Just fucking met him yesterday too, dammit. Little dark-haired cutie.”

  “You mean on the show with Charles? The short dark-haired doctor?” Varick commented and glanced at him.

  Carmine nodded. “Yeah, that’s right; Charles said you and your sister had a friend who had a brain tumor he operated on. Some sort of genius in surgery.”

  “Oh yeah? Tell me all,” Devan demanded, leaning over the bar, setting his drink down and smiling at them.

  Varick shifted. “Um, well he’s a neurosurgeon, did this amazing no-one else can do it surgery on this friend of mine and Clair’s. But he’s so wound up and anxious. He has this little nurse who helps him out, but she’s kind of rude to him, if you ask me. But he’s kinda awkward, and kinda cute, and kinda sweet and has this little button nose I wanna...” he stopped and shook his head. He picked up his drink. “Anyway, I kinda hit on him earlier, and he told me when he takes breaks. Then I come here, and this happens...”

  Carmine smirked. “Yo, the boy has the cutest little ass,” he reported with a sigh. He looked at Devan. “Not that your ass ain’t cute, baby, but it’s a little bubble butt, ya know?” He dropped a wink. “But that’s just looks. Whatever, I tried to ask him to coffee and the old doctor who was with him told him no like he was some little kid. Wasn’t right, you know? He’s autistic, and has ‘gross motor issues’,” he finished and Varick looked sideways at him because he sounded like his voice was mimicking Charles for a moment. The thing was, it was almost a perfect imitation of the other man. Varick had wondered about someone that seemed so casual could be an actor, but it seemed he’d jumped to conclusions himself about Carmine.

  “So anyway, he was real nervous in the interview, and I just thought he needed to relax or something. I mean, he’s twenty-five and he’s been through school nonstop for like ten years without a break. But he seems like the type that might need help letting go. I joked with Charles, y’know, but the truth is, I was worried about him. The old doctor said something about him going to a ‘care facility’ if he had another ‘episode’.” Again, Carmine’s voice changed, as though he were speaking in someone else’s voice for a second.