A Step Closer To Hell Book 3-Breaking Ryan Ross

Author’s note: Sorry about the long delay, Having writer’s block.

I watched Brendon, Spencer and Jon leave. I snuck into the house, I figured if I was going to run away, I would need some money. After getting my stash, I ran out.


By the time I made it to the greyhound station, I was sweating bullets, What if somebody recognized me? I bought sun glasses and a hat from the gift shop, I bought a ticket for New York, luckily I made it in time, I breathed a sigh of relief as the bus pulled out of the station.
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Pete drove around for hours. Brendon was getting agitated.

“Where the fuck could he be?!” Brendon asked through clenched teeth.


Spencer was masturbating, when he said “I can’t wait to find him!!”

“What exactly did Patrick say, when he told you?” came Brendon’s next question.

Pete was getting pissed by the moment.

“All Patrick told me was, Ryan told him; he was going to run away!”

They drove in silence, keeping their eyes peeled.

Pete got an idea. “ let’s go back to my place and interrogate Patrick.”
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At Pete’s
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Patrick was still sitting in the corner, he looked up, to see four men glaring men, each had a vibrator in their hands.

“get up Patrick.” Pete commanded him sharply.

Patrick stood up.

“ where is Ryan?! Brendon asked fiercely.

“I don’t know.”

Brendon walked up to him, and shoved the vibrator in his mouth, he moved it in and out.

“If this was a gun, you’d tell me real quick, wouldn’t you?”

He pulled it out.

“Tell me!” Patrick had no answer for him. “ Tell me, before I jam this down your throat!”

“let’s take him into the bedroom.” Pete suggested.

The other three, went ahead of them. Pete turned and made Patrick remove his clothes.

He walked behind him, Patrick could feel a vibrator being inserted into his ass. Then Pete stepped in front of him.

“Start walking.” Pete ordered

Patrick started to protest, that he couldn’t. Pete grabbed him, and pulled him along.

The bedroom was dark, hands grabbed him, fondled his cock, he could feel the vibrator being moved in and out of him, he felt cocks rubbing against his. Fingers digging and gouging for a space inside his ass. Tongues being rammed inside his mouth, he could feel the bed rocking as each one took a turn fucking him, hands slapped his cock, while mouths of others nibbled and sucked on his balls. Then he was hoisted in the air, he was being tied up, once more each one took a turn fucking him.


When the lights were turned on, the guys had belts in their hands.

Each one stepped up and struck his ass, scrotum; anywhere they could hit.

“Next time, You come and tell me!” Pete hissed in his ear. Patrick was in tears. Then he felt steel being put on his cock. “you will remain tied up, and you will wear this steel cock ring all night.”


They left the room, to figure out their next plan of action.