This is a story about one gay community's response to a gay bashing gang. It is not a true story, it comes from the fantasy that is my mind L Because of the subject matter there is of course the allusion and description of violence. I have not written about violence for the sake of violence, it is more a reporting of violence that has happened, to direct the fundamental subject of the story.
The first two chapters set the stage for what is to come. So you may find it is rather slow going, you can judge for yourselves. I felt they were necessary to the story.
This is a story about gay sex. If this offends you read no further. If this subject matter is illegal for you to read or have in your political jurisdiction then please go no further.
My main purpose if for you to have some enjoyable reading.
I would appreciate any comments you might have
myonge@hotmail.com
Chapter 2 Marcel
Marcel woke up in his bed and considered the morning. He was content. His life was really going well for him. He had lived here now for a couple years. He had been able to land a great job almost immediately after graduation and things were looking excellent for a promotion in the not too distant future.
He was 25, 6' 210 lbs of solid muscle and in great shape. As he proved time and again, he could have any girl he wanted any time. There wasn't a weekend lately that he didn't bed down with one woman or another and sometimes two or three together. A regular stud with the women.
During the day he was mild mannered, suited Marcel Dupont. At night he was Marc (c pronounced s). He wore leather... black leather adorned with chains. Heavy square-toed black boots, and a black leather cap. His black hair greased back, he looked like someone out of a motorcycle gang. Didn't he wish!
Marcel smiled to himself as he stretched and rolled out of bed. His muscles rippled as he moved. His hands slid down his belly under the band of his briefs and he fondled the ball sac and his penis, revelling in the delicious feeling it brought, as the muscles in his back and down his legs stretched again. Walking stiltingly on stretching legs to the bathroom, he thought about Rhonda and the weekend coming up. Just the two of them at her parent's cottage at the lake. "Ohhhn yeah ... there was a whole lot of fuckin gonna happen this weekend." He thought. She was one hot babe and he couldn't wait to get into her pants.
"Tomorrow morning, just you and me sweetie yer gonna have my cock sliding into your cunt like you've never felt cock before"
He grinned as he felt his rod swelling in his hand just thinking about it.
Marc knew he was well built not just in the body department... his rod while not huge was not tiny by any stretch either. He was at least eight and a half inches full hard, nicely cut and shaped. And he loved using it. Rhonda was going to get it all tomorrow.
He arrived in the bathroom... his hands still around his now half hard manhood in his briefs. Once there he stripped off, warmed up the water in the shower and stepped in.
The water felt great as it poured over his body, he slowly started to jerk himself off, thinking about the girl he was going to have for the weekend. It wasn't long before his cum was flying from his cock as he groaned his pleasure. This was going to be so good. Marc soaped himself down and shampooed and rinsed off. Then, closing his eyes, leaning back against the shower stall and pointing his penis up to his chest, he allowed himself to piss. He could feel the hot yellow liquid bathing his chest and neck. The water from the shower washed him clean again. It made him feel kinda weird to do this but in an erotic sense it felt so good to piss on himself.
Cleansed and refreshed Marc shaved got dressed and prepared to go to work. It was 7:20 he had just enough time to grab a quick breakfast and be to his SUV at 7:45 and in his office by 8:00.
One thing that Marc prided himself on was his punctuality. While he wouldn't admit it, it was actually more perfectionism than just punctuality.
He generally had his day worked out to the minute and seldom veered from his schedule. He liked everything to be just so, and rarely allowed much time to spare from one task to the other. It irked him no end to deal with people who did not share his enthusiasm for organisation and perfection.
His father had been a perfectionist and had demanded the same from his children. He had made their lives miserable. It was a control thing, his father had controlled every aspect of their lives down to the minute. If Dad said be home at 10:00 he didn't mean 10:01 and there was hell to pay if you walked in a minute or more late. Supper was on the table at 6:00PM sharp and woe betide their mother if it was late, regardless of the reason. So life went. It was little wonder that all of the kids, as Marc did, left home as soon as they could. It was interesting that within months of the last child leaving home, so did their Mum.
The thing was, that as much as Marcel had hated his father's controlling manners, he was much the same himself.
Marc loved to be in control, he loved the thrill of having someone "cowering" as it were, before him, of having power over someone.
A side characteristic that developed out of the drive for control was an intolerance for anything that did not fit into Marcel's idea and concept of what was good or right.
When he first came to town Marc had started hanging out in a sports bar across town. There he had met a couple other guys, Paul and Steve. Before long they were good friends sharing many of the same interests and as it turned out the same bigoted views of life. They spent lot of time together often meeting at the bar and then going out on the streets "cunt huntin" as they called it.
One evening as they sat at the bar a young man came in and sat on the stool next to Paul. They looked at him and then continued on with their conversation which usually detailed how one or the other had fucked this cunt or that slut. How she had cried or begged him to stop.
They ignored the young man, that is until they heard him order a beer.
This little fucker was a queer no doubt!
The three turned and looked at him again, the man smiled back took his beer and turned his attention to the hockey game on the TV above the bar.
Marc muttered to the bartender, just loud enough to be heard, "I hope this doesn't turn into a fag bar Sam"
"Yeah" added Paul a little louder "All we need is a bunch of queers comin in here"
Sam didn't say much other than the to tell them to shut up and everyone was welcome in the bar.
The young man was clearly uncomfortable.
Paul turned to him "Yer not one of those queers are you?"
The man did nothing more than acknowledge Paul but said nothing and continued watching the tube. Paul grabbed the man's arm as he went for his beer, Steve and Marc were now up and moving around the man, so that one of them was behind him and the other on his other side. "I'm talking to you mister, I think you are a fag" he spat out "We hate fags, so I would leave right now if I were you"
Before the young man had a chance to respond other than to blanch visibly, Sam came around from behind the bar and grabbed Steve by the shoulder. "Alright out! the three of you! I'm not gonna have any trouble in here. You don't like the clientele here find another bar!"
In that short space of time, Sam had three other guys at his side helping him usher Paul and Steve and Marc out the door. Outside Sam told the men "You don't like fags? I don't care, I don't particularly like them either, but in my bar they are welcome to buy and drink beer without being harassed.
If you can't handle that don't come back"
Steve and the other two mumbled an apology to Sam, At 6'6 and 300 lbs you didn't bad mouth Sam. Marc was boiling with anger, that fag as far as he was concerned had had him thrown out of his favourite bar, the little shit was going to pay for it.
The other guys tried to get him to go to another bar with them, but the pleasure had gone out of the evening, he was too angry. Paul and Steve tried to calm him down, "Marc let it go man, the little shit isn't worth it"
"That little shit and any other fag is gonna pay for tonight" Marc retorted as he headed for his car.
It was about a week later that the news of a gay bar opening up in town came out. There was some objection raised from some of the local churches, but the permit had been granted. "That's all we fucking need " Marc said that night as he and the other guys were out for a drink.
"Well at least they won't be coming here then" said Steve.
"They shouldn't be anywhere" growled Marc
"Yeah" , agreed Paul "We don't need any queers in this town and we sure don't need to have them setting up a bar."
"There is something wrong with a guy wanting to have it on with another guy," he continued "It makes me wanna puke just thinkin about it. It just ain't natural"
"You know my Dad used to say that these weirdo's are just a fuckin waste of space on the earth" added Marc "and it is about the only thing I ever agreed with him on. These guys don't deserve to live as far as I'm concerned, never mind all this equal rights shit they're always squawkin about."
"Well I don't know as I'd go that far" laughed Steve, "Just as long as they leave me alone"
"Yeah?" asked Paul " So what are you going to do if one of these queers comes on to you man?"
"Well I don't know, tell him to fuck off I guess, but as long as they don't bother me I say let them go" replied Steve.
"Well I can't let 'em go" said Marc " Just thinking about this I want to do something man! One of those little fags got us kicked out of Sam's remember? No bloody fag is gonna kick me out a bar or anywhere else. Don't you see what's happenin here Steve, there must be enough of them around that they can open a bar, do you want this town to turn in to a fag town? The next thing you know they'll be holdin their queer parades and who knows what all. We don't need it"
"True..." said Steve
"You start giving them a hold in this town we'll be seeing guys holding hands and kissing in public," added Paul "fuck you want to see that? I know I don't !"
"I think we want to do our bit to 'discourage' this bar " said Marc thoughtfully "I don't know what or how yet but there must be something we can do to let them know they're not welcome here"
Steve and Paul both looked at Marc. "what are you talkin about Marc? Asked Steve. "there's nothin we can do it's all legal, we can't change that."
I'm not talking about getting them to lose their permit, but I remember someone saying once, 'if you can't force someone to go ... then you do something to make them willing to go'. We can't make them go legally, but maybe we can do something that will make them want to go on their own."
"I'm not sure I like the sound of that Marc" said Steve.
"Don't be such a chicken shit Steve, it not like we'll be doing anything to anyone that matters."
Just then a young blonde woman walked in with a short skirt barely covering her ass. That pretty much ended the conversation as they watched her walk by.
"Fuck I wouldn't mind getting into her panties" commented Paul.
"Suck your tongue back in boy" laughed Marc "Yer lust is showing"
They all laughed and chatted about what they would like to do with the bitch.
After another beer they left for the night.
As Marc drove home that night though he passed the location of the new gay bar. To his horror and disgust it was just three blocks from his apartment building. "Fuck" he said to himself, "Now we'll be having fags all over the place down here." It didn't occur to him yet that there were probably some "fags" living in his building. Just seeing the location of the new bar renewed his anger for and hatred of gays. He hadn't really thought much about where the bar might be located. Thus far his focus had only been, that he didn't want a fag bar anywhere in town. Now to see it so close to his home just spurred him on all the more with his new mission to see that this bar would not open or at least wouldn't stay open. No queers were going to get a foot hold here if he had any part in the matter.
The sign on the bar had said something about opening soon... he hadn't gotten the full date but it was sometime this month. He would have to do some quick planning there was only another week and a half till the end of the month.
He drove into the underground parking at his building and rode the elevator up to the 5th floor where his apartment was. The whole time his mind was whirling with what they could do to make life miserable for the queers. "There's gotta be something we can do" he muttered as he entered his apartment.
Marc and his friends watched the goings on over the first few weeks of the bar opening up. They were amazed at the crowds that came and went during that time. "There can't possibly be that many queers in this town" quipped Steve, "I don't believe it!"
Even on what would be considered the slow nights of the week there was always a good number of people there.
For the first week there had been a group of people with placards from various evangelical churches in the community, decrying homosexuality, calling out to the patrons to "come to Jesus" but that only lasted for about a week and then just petered out.
The community as a whole just seemed to forget the bar even existed and the controversy was over. But not for Marc... if anything he became more determined to do something. He and his friends would hang out near the bar and call out insults to the patrons as they entered the place. One night after they got liquored up themselves at Sam's they came back after hours and spray painted the store front of the gay bar with obscenities. At one point a police car came by and the officer laughingly asked them what they were doing harassing the fairies, and then told them that he had to get them to move on and find something else to do with their lives. That was about the only trouble they got from the cops. So that night they moved on.
To Marc however this had become his mission in life It seemed as though he was being driven to it by some unseen force, and Paul and Steve were drawn into his wake.
Marc called the owner of the bar one evening and laid out for him what was going to happen. "You close up the place or you are going to start losing clients one by one. You will all be sorry by the time I'm finished with you."
Shortly after the painting, one night, the three of them were walking down the street toward the bar. The saw an older man, of slight build coming out of the bar and come down the street toward them with his head down as though deep in thought. Marc looked at Steve and Paul and nodded... they ducked into the alley that they were just walking by and as the man walked by Marc grabbed him and pulled him in. Before the man could respond he had Marc's fist at his mouth. He fell to the ground and the three men were on him like a pack of wild dogs. They kicked him violently about the head and face . There were several kicks direct at his groin and lower back. The man didn't have a chance to respond or even cry out, when they finally stopped he just lay there unconscious his face a mass of swelling bleeding flesh.
Steve had to stop Marc, who was so exhilarated by the whole thing that he couldn't stop. Both Steve and Paul grabbed him and pulled him down the alley as they ran from the scene.
It was about an hour later that the man finally started to come to and in pain started to groan. Another couple of men that had also been at the bar were walking by and saw him lying there.
So the reign of terror began. This reign of terror that resulted in Joe's plan. The police were of little help, the man couldn't even begin to give a description, he hadn't seen anything, the attack had been so sudden and violent. He was also terrified to say anything. With nothing to go on the case was basically dropped. For about a week though the police stepped up patrols around the bar especially on Thursday and Friday nights when there were more people at the bar.
Marc and his gang lay low for couple weeks.
Over the next several weeks they attacked three more patrons on their way home. One time it was two young men together that they had to chase and run down. Rather than thinking about being identified Marc in particular was so exhilarated that he couldn't stop. When he and his "gang" caught up to the kids, he was so pumped and angry that they had run that there was some question if they hadn't actually killed them.
They hadn't, and the young men were able to give enough of a description to the police that Marc and Steve and Paul were brought in for questioning. Fortunately for them there was not enough evidence to lay any charges. The police were pretty sure it was them but couldn't do anything. They were under increasing pressure from the community now to do something.
Marc was happy. Going in for questioning didn't scare him. He could see results for his "work". It was clear that people were afraid to go the bar anymore. He knew that the owner was losing money and just a little more pressure would have to close.
A few days later they made one more daring attack. The young man, Josh had just left the bar, it was shortly after midnight. He headed across the street, down a side street which opened into a parking lot. Marc and the other two darted across the street and down an alley getting to the parking lot the same time as he did.. They waited for him keeping to the shadows in the alley, watching him set out across the lot. Part way across as if he knew they were there he hesitated. Marc Steve and Paul stepped out of the shadows. The young man caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye at first and then turning he saw them coming towards him.
"Hey fagboy!! Out a little late aren't you?" called Marc
He started to run but Steve quickly out ran him, giving him a solid punch in the middle of his back, and sending him sprawling face first on the pavement.. they were on him in seconds like wild dogs. He felt a boot come flying up between his legs and into his groin. A flash of lights crossed his eyes as the breath left him with the intense pain that followed.
"Why can't you guys take a hint?" Marc said as he kicked his head. "We don't want you here!"
With that they began kicking at the young man. Then because they heard someone coming down the street, they ran off down the alley and then split up.
Marc was on a high. It was like a fix for him. He went to Sam's for a beer to come down. Paul apparently thought the same thing and they ended up closing Sam's for the night.
"911? I... I need to report a beating, in the parking lot off of Midland street. I.. need an ambulance there. The line went dead.
Someone ran back across the parking lot to the body that was lying there. He was lying so still "Oh fuck ... we killed him" Steve thought "why did I ever get involved with those guys?" As he crouched down, Josh groaned.
In the distance Steve could here sirens coming. "There's an ambulance coming for you... I'm so sorry man, I'm really sorry" the last sentence came out in almost a sob.
Steve heard someone shouting in the background. Someone was coming! He got up and ran, he ran without stopping till he got to his house. That night he didn't sleep.
In the morning early, he left his house and went to a phone booth and called the hospital. "I'm just calling about someone that was brought in here last night? He was beat up real bad, I just want to know how he is"
"Whose calling please?" asked the voice on the other end of the line
Steve froze and hung up. His heart was pounding
The next time he saw Marc and Paul he told them that he was finished. He wasn't going to do this anymore.
Paul grabbed him and spat into his face that if he didn't want to end up like one of the fags he knew what to do.
They stared at each other and Steve turned and left. What was he going to do? He needed to get out of this mess.
The following morning, Friday, he was only vaguely aware of traffic and people around him as he walked to work. His head was down and he was deep in thought.