A Step Closer To Hell Book 1

Ryan gave Brendon a weak smile.

“You didn’t have to wait up. Well Goodnight.”

“Get over here, now!!!”

Ryan’s legs felt like rubber, but he managed to walk towards Brendon.

“So Where were you?” Brendon demanded.


“We caught up on old times.” Ryan informed him.

“The whole time?!” Brendon roared.

“Yes.”

Ryan swallowed hard, sweat pouring down his forehead. There was a moment’s silence.

“I don’t believe you.” Brendon said quietly and menacing. Then added. “Tell me everything!”

“Well we, had coffee, he told me about all the places he moved to. We went to some old haunts.”

“Then what?!” Brendon probed.

Then the words just poured out, Ryan wished he could have taken them back.

“Then we went parking.”

“Thank you.” Again quiet and menacing.

He violently and abruptly got up from the chair. He grabbed Ryan by the ear lobe and marched him to the bathroom.


“You fucked him, didn’t you?!”

“No.”

“He fucked you! That’s it, isn’t.?”

“Nothing happened. I swear to God!”

Brendon tore his pants down. He took an enema bag out filled it with soap and water. Shoved one end up his ass.

“I know what to do with little bitches like you. You cleanse them, then you beat them till they’re black and blue!”

“Nothing happened.”

“Shut up”! He washed Ryan’s cock. “I’m going to teach you a lesson you will never forget!

He took him to the bedroom. He threw him into the wall. Ryan slid down; tears ran profusely down his cheeks. Brendon picked him up again, and slammed him into the dresser. His fist made contact with his face repeatedly. When he was done, he ransacked Ryan’s nightstand. Found Mark’s phone number, underneath was his address.
He went to the closet, took a shoebox down, came to the bed and sat down next to Ryan. He took a gun out.

“Oh Jesus Christ no!” Ryan cried.

“Shut up!” Brendon snapped.

He took bullets out, a full chamber's worth of cross tops, he held each bullet up to Ryan’s lips and forced him to kiss them, before he loaded them into the chamber.

“Please Brendon Don’t kill him!” Ryan begged, sobs ripping from his throat.

“I’m not going to kill him; I’m just going to scare the fucker. Even though it would be a deserved punishment, each bullet in this gun would twist and rip him to pieces inside.”

He pushed Ryan over

“Now what?’

“I’m kissing you goodbye before I leave.” He wrapped his mouth around Ryan’s cock, and sucked extremely hard, When Ryan’s cock was up; he stopped and jerked him off, until his come was all over his face. Then, Brendon took a butt plug and shoved it inside him.
“I will be back.”
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It was after two, when Brendon showed up at, Mark’s house. He listened for sounds within. He started to knock, and then he raised his foot and kicked the door in. Mark was masturbating on the couch. He jumped at the sound.

“What the hell do you want?” Mark yelled.

Brendon charged after him, taking the gun out of the front of his jeans, he shoved it inside Mark’s mouth, forcing him back onto the couch. He took the gun out of his mouth, and pointed it at his chest

“You’re going to tell me what the fuck happened tonight?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I’m Ryan’s boyfriend, you cocksucker!”

“Nothing happened, the battery died and we had to wait for triple A.

“Too bad, now something is really going to happen!”

He made him get on his knees, he shoved the barrel into his ass and sodomized him with it. Taking a condom out of his pocket, he pulled his cock out and slipped the condom over it, the barrel of the gun was resting on the head of Mark’s cock; he slid his cock into Mark’s ass, dry. Pumping him fast.

“You fuck fast.” Mark said bravely.

Brendon cocked the gun and shoved it into his ear.

“What was that fuck head?!’

“No- nothing.”
Brendon un cocked it.

“I didn’t think so.”

He rotated his cock inside Mark violently.

“Get it out of me!”

Brendon continued twisting and turning his cock inside him, all the while, he had his finger inside his pee whole, finger fucking him.

Brendon got tired, he pulled out. He had the gun trained on him, Looking around; he noticed a pair of handcuffs, and a key next to it.

“Oh ho you like it kinky, huh bastard.”

He forced him, to a chair and taking his hands he hands cuffed them to the back of it. He looked around noticed the shrine to Ryan,

“You fanatical motherfucker!” He ripped the pics hanging up to pieces. Going into the kitchen, he took a butcher knife down. Came back and made deep slashes across Mark’s face. He freed him from the handcuffs. Mark started to lunge, the blood got in his eyes and he fell. Brendon went over and kicked him four times. Mark was weak. Brendon leaned over him.

“Do us a favor, get out of Las Vegas!” Brendon’s final words before turning and leaving. After he left, Mark lay on the floor and cried. His house was a shambles, his face was cut up. He crawled over to the couch and laid down on it. The sun was beginning to rise. Mark knew this would be his last sunrise here.


A/N: I did research on Mark's ex-wife's maiden name. I thought I had just made the name up......

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