Gymrats & Stalkers: "I Was Assaulted In A Public Restroom"

[Schlosser85]

"put the ****** lotion in the basket!!!"

 

[The Lizard]

I don't know, maybe after the first time the dude looked at you with his rape eyes, you maybe should have buttoned 2-3 more buttons on your shirt.

I thought this as well. Those top 7 buttons on shirts are useless anyway.

 

[CrashNburn]

Sooo... Didja get with Jason or not, dude?

im pretty sure that's where this thing is leading to. *waits with everyone in anticipation*

im glad you're ok LS! that **** is so ****ed up. Im glad you pounded the kids face in. There's no other way to react to that. We're human and no one should just sit there and take a beating. F that! I would have choked him with the damn dog tags and asked him if he really liked them that much.

 

[Ace of Knaves]

I still think you should have pissed on his head after knocking him out. The ultimate insult

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Dude, that sucks. I've heard of situations like this, but never heard of one.

Is your nose doing okay?

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Dude, that sucks. I've heard of situations like this, but never heard of one.

Is your nose doing okay?

 

[Marx]

I still think you should have pissed on his head after knocking him out. The ultimate insult

 

[Hound55]

Well they ate it, what's the problem? It's not like they started kicking it around like a football. And at the end of the day it's a ****ing rat.

It was also a domesticated rat, it was tame.

Its pretty much like cooking and eating someone's dog.

 

[Metamorpho1977]

So...this experience actually took place a few weeks ago, but I'm posting about it now because a recent development has grown out of it--and it's actually positive. The details are a bit longwinded so bear with me...

Background: As many of you are aware, I am now officially a "single" bachelor again, so lately, I've been doing a lot of partying, traveling (both domestically and internationally), and social networking. Don't get me wrong: I am determined not to 'rebound' so I haven't been doing all of this in search of a new love interest. Rather, because I am such an extroverted person I draw power from being around people. You could say that loneliness is my personal Kryptonite. So here's what happened, and I'm editing some of it for content.

I had gone out to see a movie with some friends. All of us work out at the same gym on the regular. Inside the theater's lobby they have these self-serve stations where you can get condiments, butter your popcorn, dress hot dogs with toppings, etc. etc. My friends and I were getting our stuff and these two guys came by to put some extra butter on their popcorn. Both of these dudes were cut and obviously worked out at the gym. However, my gaydar was set off instantly when I saw them. They had the whole "Leather" look going on and in terms of gay class identification, they would fall under the "Bear" and "Daddy" category. One was younger, about 20-something, bald, with a lot of tats and piercings. The other one was probably somewhere in his late 50's with a goatee and glasses. Both were white.

The older "Daddy" was across the counter from me and he was staring at the dog tags I had around my neck (the top five or six buttons of my shirt were unbuttoned). He asked if I had served. I told him "No" and that they were a gift to me from the family of a dear friend of mine that died in the Gulf war years ago. He said they looked "hot" on me and I thanked him for the comps. He was clearly flirting but I thought it was harmless. So we went into the theater to watch the movie. The guy and his friend followed us into the same screening.

After the movie was over with we all came out to reconvene in the lobby (one of the guys in my group went to see a different movie all by himself). While we were waiting for him, I decided to go and use the restroom. The two guys that were eyeing me earlier decided to come into the restroom as well. The original "Daddy" guy that spoke to me at the condiment station was staring at me the whole time and I started to get a creepy feeling.

Unlike some men, I have a habit of always washing my hands even before taking a piss (because theaters are nasty and an obvious haven for germs and H1N1, etc.,). So while I was washing my hands at the sink, the guy came up to me again and started washing his hands too. Since we were both in front of the mirrors I couldn't help but look at him and vise versa now. His friend went into one of the stalls. Older Dude was definitely casing me because he licked his lips and complimented me again by saying that I had pretty skin. Then he asked if I was dating any of the guys that were with me. Creepy as f***. I ignored him and I simply said "Thanks" and to have a nice day. As I reached for the paper towel dispenser, he said, "Oh...you're one of those stuck-up pretty boy b***ches huh? I turned to him and said "Excuse me? F*** off dude."

So as Wonder Woman would say, here's where "the wisdom of Athena"--AKA my street smarts--left me. I went to the urinal to pee with my back to this guy. A stupid move. His friend came up next to me as if he was going to take a leak in the urinal next to mine. But instead, he looked over down at my penis and said to his friend that it was "as big as my attitude problem." Now keep in mind, I am mid-piss. Before I could even turn around, the daddy guy came up behind me and bashed my face into the tile wall in front of me. Obviously blood went gushing from my nose and my lip which got split from the impact. [blackout]And to think I always believed my nose was wide before this happened. [/blackout]

One of my friends came into the restroom at that moment (to do whatever) and his entrance blocked the exit of the two cats that tag-teamed me. His name is Jason. As soon as he saw my face, and the older guy's bloodied fist" he instantly knew what was going on and got in the mix. Jason is a cop, and even though he wasn't on duty, the boy has serrrious moves. He subdued the older gentlemen, while I tried to beat the crap out of the younger one. I was a bit delirious (sp?) so I seemed to ignore Jason's shouting to "stop". But truth is, my head was pounding and I couldn't hear him.

By then other guys had come into the restroom and there was a lot of commotion. A young teenage kid (probably 13 or 14) was obviously full of glee to see grown-ass men fist-fighting so he was screaming "fight! fight!" which caused a bit of a stampede. Two of the mall security guys came rushing in and they in term radioed in for official city cops. The whole time, Jason kept the guys subdued because he told them he was a cop. And my other friends had also come into the restroom and they were helping me hold it down. Once the cops came, Jason was able to fill them in on what happened. Jason wasn't in their precinct, but thankfully for me they knew him from being on the beat. It was all good. He worked it out to where I didn't get arrested (even though technically I should've been for retaliating).

The whole wrap-up took a long while to get statements, et al from all involved. The cops ended up taking the two jokers in.

Now, of all the guys that were in my group that night, I'd say that Jason was the one I knew least well. I have actually known who he was for a long time being that he was a cop and I was a firefighter. We often crossed paths in our professions. But aside from that and seeing him at the gym we weren't really all that close. But due to this situation, something very interesting has happened. This post is too long so I will post the follow-up shortly on what happened this past weekend.

I don't mean to offend, but are you ummm...like those guys? Thanking someone for a compliment is what's called in psychology "tacit approval". Just one of those things I learned as a car salesman. I took courses in psychology to help me get in my customer's heads. "Daddy" may have thought you were accepting his approaches. The nice skin comment gives me ideas of Hannibal Lecter or something. That's just really weird.

 

[Spider-ManHero12]

I'm glad you beat the crap out of him, Lightning. I would have done the same.

 

[Obi-Ron]

I don't know, maybe after the first time the dude looked at you with his rape eyes, you maybe should have buttoned 2-3 more buttons on your shirt.

He was asking for it dressed like that.

Spoiler

 

[Erzengel]

This is why I use the ladies restrooms.

 

[Raiden]

Glad you and your cop friend taking down jokers down, but next time please leave the urinal if someone made a creepy comments about your skin like that okay?

 

[B]

Ouch, glad to hear you escaped relatively unharmed. People getting jumped in a toilet/restroom is very common..

If you where in mid-stream when the prick bashed your face against the tile, need I ask what happened in regards to where the rest of the "tank" went after you went down or should I just leave it to the imagination...

 

[Ace of Knaves]

It was also a domesticated rat, it was tame.

Its pretty much like cooking and eating someone's dog.

Ahh the plot thickens. See I thought it was just some rat they found in the bush. Eating a pet rat is pretty harsh.

 

[Sentinel X]

Dude, that sucks. I've heard of situations like this, but never heard of one.

Is your nose doing okay?

huh?

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

I meant someone personally. x.x

Apparently, what I was thinking and typing didn't quite match up.

 

[StrainedEyes]

I meant someone personally. x.x

Apparently, what I was thinking and typing didn't quite match up.

Oh, I've known of situations like that, but I've never known one.

 

[AndThePickles]

Aw, LS I'm sorry that happened! Very creepy and scary What a racist prick

 

[Spider-Fan]

That guy is going to have a daddy of his own in jail

Glad you had the last laugh LS. The fact jerks like that walk around show what a backward society we still are.

 

[Suirou]

Ouch, glad to hear you escaped relatively unharmed. People getting jumped in a toilet/restroom is very common..

If you where in mid-stream when the prick bashed your face against the tile, need I ask what happened in regards to where the rest of the "tank" went after you went down or should I just leave it to the imagination...

That's exactly what I was thinking.
I was like, "so where does the rest of the stream go?"
Then he leaves me

Hanging.

 

[Shemtov]

But I agree with you: I should've just left the restroom altogether. It was overconfident of me to go to the urinal. And stupid. He interpreted that move as a challenge.

You could've used a stall.

 

[Paroxysm]

So...this experience actually took place a few weeks ago, but I'm posting about it now because a recent development has grown out of it--and it's actually positive. The details are a bit longwinded so bear with me...

Background: As many of you are aware, I am now officially a "single" bachelor again, so lately, I've been doing a lot of partying, traveling (both domestically and internationally), and social networking. Don't get me wrong: I am determined not to 'rebound' so I haven't been doing all of this in search of a new love interest. Rather, because I am such an extroverted person I draw power from being around people. You could say that loneliness is my personal Kryptonite. So here's what happened, and I'm editing some of it for content.

I had gone out to see a movie with some friends. All of us work out at the same gym on the regular. Inside the theater's lobby they have these self-serve stations where you can get condiments, butter your popcorn, dress hot dogs with toppings, etc. etc. My friends and I were getting our stuff and these two guys came by to put some extra butter on their popcorn. Both of these dudes were cut and obviously worked out at the gym. However, my gaydar was set off instantly when I saw them. They had the whole "Leather" look going on and in terms of gay class identification, they would fall under the "Bear" and "Daddy" category. One was younger, about 20-something, bald, with a lot of tats and piercings. The other one was probably somewhere in his late 50's with a goatee and glasses. Both were white.

The older "Daddy" was across the counter from me and he was staring at the dog tags I had around my neck (the top five or six buttons of my shirt were unbuttoned). He asked if I had served. I told him "No" and that they were a gift to me from the family of a dear friend of mine that died in the Gulf war years ago. He said they looked "hot" on me and I thanked him for the comps. He was clearly flirting but I thought it was harmless. So we went into the theater to watch the movie. The guy and his friend followed us into the same screening.

After the movie was over with we all came out to reconvene in the lobby (one of the guys in my group went to see a different movie all by himself). While we were waiting for him, I decided to go and use the restroom. The two guys that were eyeing me earlier decided to come into the restroom as well. The original "Daddy" guy that spoke to me at the condiment station was staring at me the whole time and I started to get a creepy feeling.

Unlike some men, I have a habit of always washing my hands even before taking a piss (because theaters are nasty and an obvious haven for germs and H1N1, etc.,). So while I was washing my hands at the sink, the guy came up to me again and started washing his hands too. Since we were both in front of the mirrors I couldn't help but look at him and vise versa now. His friend went into one of the stalls. Older Dude was definitely casing me because he licked his lips and complimented me again by saying that I had pretty skin. Then he asked if I was dating any of the guys that were with me. Creepy as f***. I ignored him and I simply said "Thanks" and to have a nice day. As I reached for the paper towel dispenser, he said, "Oh...you're one of those stuck-up pretty boy b***ches huh? I turned to him and said "Excuse me? F*** off dude."

So as Wonder Woman would say, here's where "the wisdom of Athena"--AKA my street smarts--left me. I went to the urinal to pee with my back to this guy. A stupid move. His friend came up next to me as if he was going to take a leak in the urinal next to mine. But instead, he looked over down at my penis and said to his friend that it was "as big as my attitude problem." Now keep in mind, I am mid-piss. Before I could even turn around, the daddy guy came up behind me and bashed my face into the tile wall in front of me. Obviously blood went gushing from my nose and my lip which got split from the impact. [blackout]And to think I always believed my nose was wide before this happened. [/blackout]

One of my friends came into the restroom at that moment (to do whatever) and his entrance blocked the exit of the two cats that tag-teamed me. His name is Jason. As soon as he saw my face, and the older guy's bloodied fist" he instantly knew what was going on and got in the mix. Jason is a cop, and even though he wasn't on duty, the boy has serrrious moves. He subdued the older gentlemen, while I tried to beat the crap out of the younger one. I was a bit delirious (sp?) so I seemed to ignore Jason's shouting to "stop". But truth is, my head was pounding and I couldn't hear him.

By then other guys had come into the restroom and there was a lot of commotion. A young teenage kid (probably 13 or 14) was obviously full of glee to see grown-ass men fist-fighting so he was screaming "fight! fight!" which caused a bit of a stampede. Two of the mall security guys came rushing in and they in term radioed in for official city cops. The whole time, Jason kept the guys subdued because he told them he was a cop. And my other friends had also come into the restroom and they were helping me hold it down. Once the cops came, Jason was able to fill them in on what happened. Jason wasn't in their precinct, but thankfully for me they knew him from being on the beat. It was all good. He worked it out to where I didn't get arrested (even though technically I should've been for retaliating).

The whole wrap-up took a long while to get statements, et al from all involved. The cops ended up taking the two jokers in.

Now, of all the guys that were in my group that night, I'd say that Jason was the one I knew least well. I have actually known who he was for a long time being that he was a cop and I was a firefighter. We often crossed paths in our professions. But aside from that and seeing him at the gym we weren't really all that close. But due to this situation, something very interesting has happened. This post is too long so I will post the follow-up shortly on what happened this past weekend.

that really really sucks, sorry to hear about that man.

 

[Lightning Strykez!]

I'm back...and will answer some of your questions:

Damn, that's messed up, man. Are you sure they were actually gay, or possible White Power A'holes picking a fight? That kind of thing does happen (using the gay stuff as an antagonizer), but some of the comments (like the "pretty skin" **** is pretty creepy) sound pretty heavy handed in a public restroom at a movie theater. Sounds like just making a point with you wasn't the only thing on their agenda. Attacking someone in a public venue with security cameras and possible witnesses walking in at any time? Why think they were just going to walk out?

I think they may have been a combination of both. Sometimes I don't doubt for a second that they were genuinely interested in doing a threesome with me. But my rejection of them brought far deeper things to surface. They were clearly objectifying me as a piece of meat and when they realized I wasn't going for it, they resorted to their original base way of thinking.

Believe it or not but there are some gay men who are racist bigots but who--at the same time--are sexually turned on by the idea of dominating or being dominated by a man whose race they consider to be inferior.

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

I'm back...and will answer some of your questions:



I think they may have been a combination of both. Sometimes I don't doubt for a second that they were genuinely interested in doing a threesome with me. But my rejection of them brought far deeper things to surface. They were clearly objectifying me as a piece of meat and when they realized I wasn't going for it, they resorted to their original base way of thinking.

Believe it or not but there are some gay men who are racist bigots but who--at the same time--are sexually turned on by the idea of dominating or being dominated by a man whose race they consider to be inferior.

BDSM.