Bobby's Cop

Time seems to go by so quickly. It was almost a year since I moved out of my mom and step-dad's house, but it seemed like just yesterday. After graduating from college, I returned home to the Detroit suburbs. I got a job fairly quickly as a computer tech. The company I worked for sold PCs and custom software to small and medium-sized businesses. I did the diagnosis, repair, and upgrades on the PCs. It wasn't a bad job and it paid decently for a fresh out of college job. The only part I didn't like was that the company office was in downtown Detroit in the Penobscot building. The traffic and parking really sucked. It was hard going back to living with my mom and step-dad after the freedom of college. Even with my older brother married and moving out, there just wasn't a lot of privacy. So I moved into this duplex in Detroit. The house had been divided into two small, one-bedroom apartments. The neighborhood wasn't terribly bad and it was conveniently located. I could get to the Lodge and take it straight shot downtown to get to work. It seemed like all I did was work, come home, watch TV, and go to bed and then repeat. It was starting to get really lonely. On two occasions, I had dared to venture up to 8 miles and go into a porn shop to purchase a magazine. They were exciting at first, but you kind of get bored with them after a bit. I found a gay bar on Woodward and I hung out there a couple of times, but I was too shy to approach anyone. I just felt really uncomfortable sitting there alone. There were a lot of young guys and none of them were what I liked. I was kind of excited when I found a flyer for an upcoming bear event. When I arrived at the bar, I was nervous and excited. I thought I looked pretty good in my jeans and a black t-shirt. I paid the cover and went in and was amazed. There were hot guys everywhere. Big stocky hairy guys, just like I liked. My excitement was not lasting. It seemed like the guys all knew each other. Worse, it was like a high school clique. As I listened to them interact, I realized that they only liked other bears or were into leather or other stuff I didn't know anything about. A skinny, nerdy-looking guy like me didn't have a chance. I did get hit on by a man old enough to be my grandfather and I politely declined. He seemed to be into 'daddy' role-playing and the way he looked at me creeped me out. I did overhear a couple of hot guys complaining and saying that another bar had 'real men'. I made a mental note that I would find out more about that place. In the end, I left the bear night feeling even more alone than ever. In retrospect, I should have trusted my instincts. When I walked into the bar, I knew I was in the wrong place. I should have turned around and left right away. I was so nervous I was shaking, but I didn't want to look like a total wimp. I ordered a beer and downed it pretty quickly. The second one, I sipped at a more leisurely pace. I sat at a small table in the corner checking out the guys. These guys were not like the bears on 'bear night'. There was a lot of denim and a lot of leather. The guys were masculine and rough looking and a lot of them looked like bikers, which made sense since there were more than a few motorcycles parked outback. Some of the guys had a lot of tattoos. Some of them were really scary. I know I stuck out like a sore thumb. I decided I'd take a walk around and finish my beer then head home. I got up and walked through the place. I saw there was a patio out back, so I headed out there. There were quite a few guys outside smoking even though it was pretty chilly out. I was shocked to see a handful of couples making out. I mean, they were really going at it. I watched one couple go through a gate in the back and disappear down an alley. That was when I felt him behind me. I turned around and looked up. He was massive. He had to be at least 8 inches taller than me and weighed at least twice as much. He looked like he once was very muscular, but had softened considerably. He had a shaved head and a black biker handlebar mustache and a word tattooed on the side of his neck, but between the dim lighting and the complicated lettering, I couldn't make out what it said. He was holding a beer and a cigarette in his right hand. He locked his eyes onto mine and brought the beer bottle up to his mouth and his tongue lightly touched the end of the bottle just as it came to his lips. A chill went up to my spine and I shifted uncomfortably. "What's your name, boy?" he growled. "Bobby," I answered meekly. The man didn't offer his name. He brought his left hand up inside my jacket and twisted my right n****e hard and I cried out in pain and stepped back, bumping up against the railing. He moved in closer and leaned in as his hand moved down to my ass and squeezed it. "You looking to have some fun with a real man?" he growled into my ear. Before I could answer, he had his arm around me and lead me through the gate in the back and down the alleyway. It was really dark and I was getting nervous and scared. "I don't know if this is a good idea," I started to say. "I should--" "Shut the f**k up," he growled. He gripped me tighter and we turned a corner. He pushed me into a stack of wood pallets. "I think I should go," I said. Everything happened so quickly. He was so fast and so strong. I screamed when he threw me to the ground. He gripped the back of my hair and slammed my face into the pallets. My glasses dug into my face and then flew off. He pulled my jacket off and grabbed me by the waist and turned me over onto my back. I pushed and kicked at him and he slugged me in the face twice. Blood was pouring out of my nose and I was having trouble seeing. But I didn't have any trouble feeling him against my body. I heard him rip open my shirt, his hand covering my mouth tightly, stopping me from screaming. He spat and threw another punch to my face. I tried to squirm away from him, but his body pinned me down. I closed my eyes tight as he continued kicking and punching my sides. It hurt more than anything I had ever felt before.. When he finished, he rifled through my pants and then left me laying there on the pallets. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to get to my feet and cover myself with the torn shirt. My body throbbed in pain with every movement. I managed to find my glasses, but they were bent and cracked. I felt my jeans pockets and was glad I left my wallet in my glove compartment. The 50 bucks or so I had in my front pocket was gone. I wiped my nose with my shirt sleeve and hugged the wall as I tried to make my way down the alley. I gasped and panicked when I came across a man in a sunken doorway and I stumbled backward. The big guy stepped out and another younger guy stood up from a kneeling position. "Are you alright, kid?" the big guy asked as he zipped up his pants. "Jesus, what happened to you?" the other asked. "Come on, we need to get you to a hospital," the first man said. They helped me down the alleyway and to the parking lot to my car. The big guy drove me to the emergency room in my car and the younger guy followed in his car. I grabbed my wallet from the glove compartment and the big guy helped me walk to the entrance. "Listen, kid, I can't go in with you," he said. "I would if I could, but if my family... They'll take care of you here, okay?" I nodded and tried not to cry. "Thank you," I whispered. His eyes glistened and he hugged me. He got in the car with the young guy and they sped off. I went inside and checked in at the desk and when the triage nurse asked me what happened, I whispered, "I was... assulted"