A Step Closer To Hell Book 3-Breaking Ryan Ross
Arriving At Pete's Housed.
When we got to Pete’s house, I was grateful. We walked in Patrick was in the corner. I nodded in his direction.
“Don’t look at me.” He whimpered.
“Patrick are you going to be a good the rest of the day?” Pete asked him.
“Yes Master.” Patrick whimpered.
“What have I told you about that whining?!” Pete demanded.
“It was unbecoming. Can I get up now?”
“May I get up?” Pete corrected him.
“May I get up?”
“No, you may not. I told you three hours.”
“But-”
“You touched the toys; you were caught masturbating, which is against the fucking rules!”
He turned to me. “I will show you to your room.”
He took me down a long hallway, took a sharp right, he stopped in front of a medium sized room.
“This is where you’ll be sleeping. He took me to another room. You and Patrick will be sharing this bathroom. Any questions?”
“No Master.”
Pete smiled at me.
“You’re catching on fast. He took me back to the bedroom. Drop your bag and unpack later.”
He took me to the kitchen, we sat at the table. He had a piece of paper there. “Every morning I will wake you at four o’clock. By five o’clock, you are to be showered and dressed. Your bed made.
You will stand by your bed while I inspect it. If bed is not made right, you will remake it, until it is.
Afterwards, there is breakfast, after it is over you and Patrick must have the dishes done, and the kitchen cleaned up, by seven-thirty. The rest of the day, will be filled with training. There is a quiet period, and that is when you rest. Do you have any questions?”
I shook my head no.
“Punishment area, I will let Patrick show it to you. Tomorrow, I will show this paper to Brendon, Spencer and Jon. With you present, I will tell them my philosophies and what I think works.
Your bedtime is between nine and 10 P.M. Due to the early start.”
“Can I ask a question now?”
“Yes you may.” Pete said slapping my leg, emphasizing the word “may”
“Is there a break from training?”
“No, it happens every day. If I were to stop, you could end up forgetting what you learned. Then I would have to start all over, it would be a waste of time. If there is nothing else, I will let you unpack now.”
I went to the bedroom, and put my clothes away. I had a framed photo of the people, which I put under my pillow.
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Pete went over to Patrick.
“You can get up now. Later on tonight, I want you to give Ryan a tour of the basement.
“Yes Master. Patrick said in a docile tone.
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Over dinner, Pete was needling Patrick.
“: Patrick is going to lose weight.”
“I’m not going on a diet.” Patrick answered him back.
“I said you are!” Pete informed him. I watched this exchange. Patrick, being snotty and disrespectful. It continued, but ended quickly. I watched in horror as Pete, rapt the back of a spoon against Patrick’s knuckles. Then Picked up his plate and threw it against the wall.
“Next time, we have another argument like this, it won’t be the plate, and it’ll be you. Now you can clean it up.”
Patrick got up, I started to get up to help him; but Pete grabbed my arm.
‘That is not your job!”
I felt bad for him. I sat and finished. Pete had left the table, leaving us to clean the kitchen.
When the kitchen was back in order, Patrick would not be able to show me the basement. Since the scene at dinner, he had to go to bed early. I asked Pete, if I could do the same. I was tired, and it was a lot to absorb.
“Good night Ryan, tomorrow your training will begin.
I laid in bed, listening to Patrick’s pleading and him saying several times, “I’ll be a good boy. No I wasn’t showing off in front of Ryan.” Then several hard slaps. The bed springs squeaking, which meant Pete was fucking him. I could hear soft moaning from Patrick, the headboard being banged against the wall. I closed my eyes to these sounds. I took the photo of the people out from under the pillow and laid it next to me. I couldn’t wait to see them. With my hand on the photo, I fell asleep.