Henry Robideau thought he took a wrong turn.
The club was loud on the outside, but it was nothing compared to inside.
His boyfriend grinned like a fool. “isnt this great?” he screamed in Harry’s ear.
No, this was not great. I’m already getting a migraine. Harry pushed up his glasses and tried to follow Jorge as best he could into the press of people.
The bassline pulsed through his skull, adding to the impending migraine. Then he lost Jorge.
Shit, he hissed, and turned around in place. He saw a path and dove for it.
The path twisted him around and around in the club. Now he started to panic.
That’s when he took a wrong turn and found himself facing a bear.
The man was gigantic, but he seemed that way because Harry was short for a man. He was in only a black leather jacket for a shirt, with long black hair. He had spikes along his eyebrows. His eyes were dark in this light. Harry noted he wore black pants that were shiny and accented the muscles in his thighs.
Harry came up to this man’s mid-chest. His gaze went down, then up.
“You lost, little lamb?” The bear was looking at harry like he was a lamb for slaughter.
“where’s the door?”
“Leaving so soon? You just got here.”
“How do you know?”
The bear laughed. “I can always smell fresh meat.”
“I’d like to leave.”
“Sure, little lamb.” The bear put a big hand on the back of Harry’s neck and guided him away from the dance floor. He could see the bar at the center, then two more to the sides. The bear steered him as people seemed to make way.
He brought Harry to a dark corner, where Harry could see was a doorway. The bear pushed it open. To Harry’s surprise, no alarms went off. The bear brought him back out to the crisp late fall air.
“Tha–”
The bear grabbed him and put him against the wall. Harry didn’t mean to squeak, but he did.
“What’s you’re name, little lamb?” The bear grinned, his face mere inches from Harry’s.
“H–Harry.”
The bear took a hold of Harry’s collar, and without nearly any effort at all, tore it off by the front. Buttons flew everywhere.
“Harry was a little lamb, whose skin was white as snow…” The bear suddenly licked his chest–Harry tried to back off, or even hit him, but the bear ignored it.
“Everywhere that Harry went…” This time the bear bit him. Harry yelled -HEY, stop–”
“A scorpion was sure to go,” the bear kissed him roughly. Harry shoved at the man’s broad chest. He felt piercings there too. The man invaded Harry’s mouth with his tongue and started to grope at his crotch. Harry tried to cross his legs or turn his body, but the man was relentless. Then Harry bit down on the man’s tongue.
The man pulled back, and Harry started to yell, “Help! Ra–”
A big hand clamped over Harry’s mouth. “I was going to show you a good time.”
The man whirled Harry around and shoved him hard against the wall, face first. “Now you want to make things difficult.”
“Please don’t hurt me…”
“too late for that, don’t you think?” Harry felt his khakis get torn off at the waist. His body betrayed him by hardening up. He felt something press against him. He jerked forward. “Please, no…”
“Hm, okay, then.”
The bear stepped back. Harry stayed hugging the brick wall, not moving. He waited. And waited.
“Hey, Don, is that guy all right?”
Harry turned his head to see two men hand-in-hand looking at him worriedly.
Harry made a sound, near a squeek and a plea, and he sunk to the ground.
2.
“You’re sure he didn’t rape you?”
Jorge opened the door to the apartment. Harry was wearing a blanket, Jorge holding hid ruined clothes.
“He was going to,” Harry said.
((Written on the iPad on the plane. Excuse typos.))