30 Past Sundown

Meet Larry Bates

Thursday evening coming home from his job, Larry had disturbing thoughts come across his mind. Unusually disturbing thoughts. He had imagined hundreds of men line up, single file, just to be decapitated by an African war leader. These thoughts gave him strange sick pleasures, and slowly a smile came across his face. As he entered his house that he shared with his wife, Katherine, he was greeted with a cold, "Good, you are home.." Larry, frustrated and confused, responded, "What's that supposed to mean?!" "Nothing at all." Katherine responded. "Good.", Larry finished. Without another word, Larry went to bed. They haven't had a real conversation in months. It was clear that the two of them weren't enjoying their time together. The alarm went off in the morning and they both got up, not speaking. Individually they got dressed for the day and left the house without a word between each other. Even though they weren't speaking they both understood that the other was unhappy. Both were, almost, awaiting for the other to make a mistake. That night the mistake happened, and it would affect their relationship...Forever. After another long, grueling, day of work, a pissed off Larry drove home. Another evil thought came to him. As he drove calmly, a smirk came across his face while picturing a man committing suicide by jumping off a twenty story building. He imagined the looks of his family members seeing his dead, splattered body lie on the ground. He gave a relieving sigh and continued driving. He got home to find a mysterious car parked in his driveway. He examined it then parked on the curb. Calmly he walked up to his front door and peered through the glass. After finding nothing, he crept into the backyard and to the bedroom window. What he saw surprised him but also foreseen. His wife was getting railed by a man. They were moaning and yelling in joy and excitement. This disgusted Larry so he got back in his car, went to a local pub, and let the alcohol take over his thoughts. Two hours and six beers later he stumbled out to his car and drove home. He arrived home with one thing on his mind..his wife. He noticed that the car had left and found his wife sleeping soundly in their bed. It's uncertain if what happened next was chosen by him, or the beer. He grabbed a cutting knife from his kitchen and went into his bedroom. Rapidly stabbing his ex-wife in her chest, stomach, arms and legs, he felt relieved of a burden. He disposed of her body and the bedsheets in the lake. Four in the morning now, he drove home and went to bed.
He awoke to strange visions. Horrifying visions to most, yet cheerful to Larry. In his mind he saw a man rapidly trying to stay afloat the water, and as the man's strength finally weakened, and sunk to the bottom of the sea, he felt enriched and he woke up to start his day. He kept Katherine out of his thoughts, or he tried to at least. The disappearance of her had been known, but they didn't have a cause of death or disappearance. It had been three weeks now, and the search for Katherine had been called off. Larry had not left his house often since the murder, besides of work he stayed home alone, thinking. He would occasionally get lonely and find a photograph of Katherine. He would satisfy himself to the sight of her face, while remembering the way she felt. But this only reminded him of the affair she had on him, and the way she betrayed him. Larry, now confused at his thoughts, realized the only way to get Katherine off his mind would be to murder the man she was sleeping with. He imagined this would be a brutal, torturous murder. A murder that would be truly revenge worthy. These thoughts turned him on. He quickly slapped himself, even though he had not said anything out loud. Only a crazy mother fucker could do such a thing. He started plotting out his revenge that night, and planned to execute it the next night.
He started off by driving to his house. Larry knew where he lived because he had previously followed him home to his house. Then, he simply busted the window and waited for the man to get home. At eight o'clock the man came home. Larry noticed that the man was black and he sneaked a chuckle under his breath, then muttered, "This is gonna be fun." With a butcher knife in hand, Larry did not bother to wait. When the (black) man opened the door the knife was jabbed into his heart with force, and he hit the ground, lifeless. Larry then preceded to stab him, and for revenge, he decided that it would only be right to cut off his penis. It was a messy job to do. Blood splattered as the long lifeless penis plopped down on the ground. Next, Larry cut off the man's ball-sack and removed the testicles, then he hit them with a hammer. They popped. Finally Larry got bored and decided to head home, leaving the dead black man, penis-less, and with no testicles, lying on the ground. Larry closed the door and never stepped foot in that house again. Shorty after this Larry realized that he might be put in prison for butchering and slaughtering a man. He knew that the police could track his fingerprints, so he didn't want to go back inside. He decided to burn the house down instead. Just before he set the house on fire, he peered through the front window, where he had murdered the man. Upon seeing the lifeless body floating on a puddle of blood, Larry felt happy. The house burnt down slowly.

Afterwards he got the sudden urge to go back to the lake where his dead ex-wife is, but he didn't know why. He got there and suddenly felt that his ding ding dong needed relief of the sexual variety. Then he whipped out his meat snake and started coaxing the little thing to grow. Once it was full size, he started bringing out the baby batter into the pool of dead memories. He finished to the sounds of whining which he couldn't make out at first. He later realized when the police arrived at the lake that it was a siren. The police came over to him and arrested him for the murder of his wife and the black man who's name he didn't care to remember. At first he wondered how they found out but then he realized that he was going to like prison. He got to the trial and said, "I did it. I admit it.", and was instantly carried off to jail. He got taken to the strongest security jail where only the worst people were held, worst, meanest... biggest. He was roomed with someone who has not had a roommate, or partner, in many years. His name was Jerome, no one knew his last name, but everyone called him big Jerome *wink*. That night Larry felt something move his bed away from his back slowly, as to try not to wake him up. He decided not to do anything. He then felt something move his pants off of his ba-dunk-a-dunk and he felt a mass that felt like a bottle that was pushed into his chocolate factory and wiggled around a bit. Suddenly it became faster and more forceful. It started to hurt but Larry liked the pain. He moaned and regretted it because Big Jerome moved everything back into the right place and his chocolate boa out of Larry's bubble butt. The next day he tried to give Jerome some hints about last night but Jerome was avoiding him. But that did not stop Larry from getting the pleasure he desired. He gave the guy rumored to have the biggest meat baby, Tyrone, or t-dawg, not so subtle hints that his back door had a spare key made for him. Later when they were working in the field Larry told him that he would love to work in t-dawg's field any time. After that Tyrone said he needed new equipment and Larry followed him to the room. When inside Tyrone shoved him into a shovel rack and ripped apart the pants protecting what Larry holds dear. t-dawg then pulled down his own pants and took the burn footlong he had had moved it in and out of Larry so fast he thought Tyrone was starting a fire. Larry moaned so loud everyone for a mile would hear if Tyrone hadn't switch to the food compactor right before. After about 30 seconds Larry's mouth was full of t-dawgs melted ice-cream. That was the end of their passion in the equipment room and Larry simply wiped off his mouth, pulled up his pants and walked out like nothing happened. But he was in a good mood all day. His next encounter of the sexual variety was with a man named Newman. He was the absolute gayest of all the prisoners, everyone who could be inside him, has. Then after that encounter which was as pleasurable as getting your dick sucked by a lion, he tried to talk to Jerome again and this time, Jerome talked back. He said "I like your style of lovin, I heard about it from t-dawg. You wanna be my bitch." Larry had a small fit of joy because out all of the men, Larry would have Jerome in him.