Larry:  A Christmas Story
GAY, TESTICLES, Piercing
Two Christmas encounters with a tall, dark, handsome stranger.
` Larry was always a party boy. And a cute dude. Not a whisker taller than
5’6”. As soon as he was old enough to get past the doorman, he was in the
clubs every night. By the time he was in his mid 20s, he was getting into
heavier stuff. The leather scene caught his fancy and he got into rougher and
rougher scenes and seedier bars. During the 2000 Christmas holidays, Larry had
been clubbing for days. On Christmas Eve, Larry couldn't help noticing that a
leather daddy with a shaved head, huge moustache and closely cropped beard had
been circling him all night, eyeing him intently from the shadows. He had to
be at least six-and-a-half-feet tall, all of its muscled glory swathed in
black leather. Larry was wasted, but still horny and increasingly turned on.
So he eventually summoned the nerve and testosterone to stumble over to the
giant man in black and slurred, "Take me home, master." The giant smiled
broadly, flashing what seemed to Larry to be about 100 gleaming white teeth
under his moustache. Without saying a word, he took a collar and chain out of
his back pocket, gently but firmly buckled it around Larry's neck and led him
out of the bar. In less than a minute, Larry was on the back of a Harley
chopper, holding onto his new daddy for dear life as they barrelled into the
sunrise.Larry looked up occasionally, but had no idea where they might be
headed. They seemed to wind up in an industrial area, racing past a blur of
factories, refineries and warehouses. They turned up an alley between two dark
buildings and went quite far into a complex of low, sooty brick buildings. The
Harley crawled to a stop and Larry heard the sound of an electric overhead
door opening. As he looked up, the Harley was inching into a building with
very high ceilings, steel girders and hanging lights. He heard the door close
behind them. His leather man revved the bike twice, switched off the engine
and said, "Home, sweet home, boy." Larry climbed off the bike, promptly losing
his balance in his stupor and tumbling onto the cold, dusty concrete floor. He
tried to get up, but his arms and legs just didn't seem to cooperate. Leather
daddy scooped him up in his huge arms and said softly, "It's bed time,
boy."Larry awoke in total silence and darkness. His head was splitting. No
matter how much he tried to adjust his eyes, he couldn't see a thing. He tried
to roll over, but found he couldn't. There seemed to be a huge strap across
his chest and arms. It felt as if it might be lined in fur. He realized his
knees were raised, each of them also in some kind of harness. He tried to call
out, but could only make a muffled sound. He finally figured out that he was
gagged, as well.After what seemed to be an eternity, a steel door creaked
open, flooding the room with blinding light. He heard a light switch snap and
an enormous steel spotlight beamed above him. He could feel its warmth on his
crotch. As Larry's eyes were still trying to adjust, he felt a hand on his
inner thigh. "It's all right, boy. Daddy's here.""Daddy has a Christmas gift
for you. Do you want it now?" Larry nodded slowly, still not able to see
clearly. "Merry Christmas, then," the unseen master said. The leather master
grasped Larry's dick and began to massage it. It took a lot of stroking to
make Larry even half-hard, but eventually he had a respectable if not rock-
hard erection. Then he caught a whiff of rubbing alcohol and his dick was
suddenly very flooded with something icy cold. Almost immediately, Larry felt
a flash of intense pain in the head of his penis as something very large and
very sharp was jabbed into the tip and out the base. This was followed by
something much wider being inserted. Larry was wild with pain. "Stop it,
motherfucker! What are you doing?!!!" Larry tried to scream. Gagged, he could
produce only a mumble. "You don't have to thank me, boy," the master purred
with a chuckle. "But I expect a gift from you next year. Go to sleep now."
Larry felt the quick jab of a hypodermic needle in his buttock. He fell asleep
in less than a minute, mumbling more and more softly until he was completely
out.When Larry woke up, he was in his own bed, in his own apartment. He was
very groggy, his mouth was dry and his head was still splitting. His first
thought was, "Man, what a dream!" He tried to sit up and felt a sudden, sharp
bolt of pain from his groin. He reached down with both hands and grabbed his
crotch. It felt padded. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly peeled them down.
The first thing he saw was a bright red bow, crushed flat and a small
envelope. He pulled off the bow and it dragged threads of gauze behind it.
Larry opened the envelope with some difficulty, as his hands were shaking.
Inside, the card read "Enjoy your gift, boy. It's solid gold. Daddy." Larry
struggled frantically with the huge wad of gauze until he found a loose end
and started unwrapping. It seemed as if there were miles of the stuff. As more
and more gauze was removed, it was no longer pure white, but dotted by stains
of blood. Finally, his penis was revealed. Larry slowly lifted it up and
realized what the note meant. There was a large, gleaming gold Prince Albert
piercing through the head. Larry slumped back on the bed. "Fuck you, daddy,"
he muttered aloud. Over the next few months, Larry looked for his leather
daddy in the bars and tried hard to find the same infamous warehouse, but had
no luck. He had grown to like the Prince Albert, though. And it was always an
attention-getter in the baths.A year passed and Larry was once again making
the most of his Christmas holiday. The leather bars were still his favorite
haunts. On Christmas Eve 2001, there he was, wasted, in the same bar as a year
before. Suddenly, there was the mystery daddy he’d searched for all year. Same
shaved head, same giant moustache, same mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
Larry stalked over immediately and hurled himself against the man's chest,
shoving him hard with both arms outstretched. The big man didn't flinch,
didn't budge. It was as if he were a mountain of muscle. Looking straight up
into the man's eyes, Larry said, "Never got a chance to thank you for my gift,
fucker." "Well, do you like it, boy?" the man purred, flashing his
incandescent smile. Larry was disarmed. He lowered his eyes and stared at the
floor. "It's okay," he said softly.A huge hand grabbed the back of Larry's
hair and forced him to look up. "Didn't hear you boy, speak up.""I said it's
OKAY," Larry said through clenched teeth.The man let go of Larry's hair and
slowly began to stroke his neck. "You're welcome, boy," he said with teeth
flashing again. "Let's celebrate over a drink. Don't you move."The man
strolled easily to the bar, whispered into the bartender’s ear and soon
returned with two shot glasses. "Tequila. Drink it fast." The large man
slugged his down in one gulp. Larry, not about to be upstaged, did the same.
There was a strange aftertaste. As he stood toe-to-toe with the giant man and
stared into his face, the leather daddy’s white teeth seemed to glow brighter
and brighter. And the music seemed to get louder and louder, blending into a
fuzzy din. That's all Larry could remember as he came to in his bed. By the
color of the light through his venetian blinds, it seemed to be late
afternoon. Larry tried to rise, but couldn't move. In his hungover state, he
eventually realized that he'd been tucked into bed very securely. He had to
tug very hard to free one side of the sheet. As the sheet came free, he tried
to get up but was stunned suddenly by a bolt of pain from his crotch. He
flopped back down on the bed. "SHIT!" Larry screamed, suddenly wincing from
the effect the loud sound had on his throbbing head. He slowly peeled back the
sheet, almost afraid to look. Once again, there was a large red bow, flattened
somewhat by the tight sheet, with a small envelope attached. Larry went
straight for the envelope this time. The note read, "I told you I expected
gifts from you this Christmas. Love ‘em. Thanks. Daddy." Larry began
frantically unwinding the strips of gauze, his tension rising as the gauze
became more and more blood stained. When the last strip of gauze came free,
the late afternoon light was fading and he couldn't quite see what was there.
He switched on the light beside his bed, swung his legs off the bed and
doubled over to inspect his aching crotch.He saw two lines of finely knotted
sutures on his now empty scrotum.A long, low wail arose from somewhere in
Larry’s being. He passed out.Larry never saw his 6'6" leather daddy again. He
refuses to wear the gold Prince Albert. But the hole in the base of his penis,
the scars from the incisions and his limp, lifeless scrotum will always be
there to remind him of the tall, mysterious stranger with such a dazzling
smile.  

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