A Step Closer To Hell Book 4

Patrick was with Victor Barclay; he sat and asked him questions.

“Could you state your full name?” Victor began.


“Patrick Martin Stump.” Patrick complied.

“Date of birth?” Victor continued.

“April 27th 1984 “Patrick told him.

“Oh , I was born in May, so I’m a month younger than you.” Victor said to break the ice.

“Can you help me?” Patrick asked, curiously.

Victor stood up and grabbed a hypodermic needle; he hid it behind his back and walked forward.

“Of course I can.” Victor smiled.

With out warning he stuck Patrick with the needle. Patrick started feeling funny.
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Pete sat and thought about what Brendon said to him. In some ways, He didn’t trust Victor.

He would go back and get Patrick. He went out and got in his car.
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Victor had Patrick’s hands tied to the Headboard railings. Victor was slamming his cock into Patrick.

“Oh Yeah! I’m gonna help you real good! You’re a big boy!!


He rode Patrick hard and fast. Pete had pulled up; He noticed there were lights on.

He got out, and slipped in. He followed the sounds he heard. I came upon Victor and Patrick.

Patrick pleading for him to stop. Victor going faster, harder. Pete grabbed Victor and pulled him off of Patrick. Victor fell over on his back. Pete ran up and kicked him, his converse hi tops striking Victor’s scrotum. He went around and kicked him in the ribs.

“Stay (a kick to the ribs) the (another kick) hell (kick) away (kick) from (kick) us! “ (4 consecutive kicks.) Pete screamed.


Victor was going to throw up. Pete started on the other side.
Then he went down and kicked him in the scrotum a couple more times.

Victor had blacked out. He went over to where Patrick was and untied him. Patrick was crying and shaking.


“It’s ok Patrick, I’m taking you home. They sat in the car, Pete held him

“I’m sorry.” Patrick cried.


“Shh.” Pete answered soothingly.

He started the car, and they left for home. Patrick was feeling really groggy when they got there.


Pete undressed him and put him to bed.

Pete thought to himself

“By God if anybody is going to discipline Patrick, It was going to be him.”

He got into bed and rubbed the top of Patrick’s head.