A Step Closer To Hell Book 4

Brendon walked up to Ryan; He grabbed his arms, and placed them behind his back. Then Ryan could feel cold steel, he realized they were handcuffs.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked

“You’re going home!” Brendon informed him.


“I have stuff here.” He protested.

Alex told him it had already been packed, and was in Brendon’s car.

“I took, your other friend Spencer to your apartment.”

Before Ryan could say another word, they had him in the car. And they left.


“So Ryan, you seemed to forget we had a contract.” Brendon said with an icy tone.


“I didn’t like Pete’s training.” Ryan told him.

“Well you know Ry, that’s too damn bad, because we will continue with it.” Came Jon’s response.


“Are we going straight to Las Vegas?” Ryan asked

“No, we’re going to make a pit stop soon, and then we’re going to check into a motel. For the night.

“We gotta rip into you Ryan.’ Spencer said, grabbing Ryan’s crotch and squeezing.

“Rip into him.” Brendon echoed then added “I’m going to do more than rip into him.”
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They checked into the motel. Ryan was shaking, his freedom over. They undid the handcuffs, and then he bolted out the door, only to be brought back in by Pete.


“Lose something Guys?” Pete asked, as he held Ryan by the scruff of the neck.

He dragged him back in and closed the door.

Since you were training him, did you want to talk to him?’


“Yes.” Pete said.

He Took Ryan into the bathroom. The guys listened outside the door. He pulled the seat cover down. And made him sit.


In The Bathroom


Then he started.

“Do you realize I was responsible for you?!” Did you know Patrick got the worst of it, when you ran away.?!! Answer me! He slapped him.

“No and no.” Ryan told him.

“OH ho, Ry Ry is just a smart ass isn’t he? He thinks all of this is funny. Patrick didn’t think so, when he was beaten everyday.”

“Everyday?” Ryan whimpered.

“YES, every damn day Patrick got the shit beat out of him, for every day you were gone.”


“Why?” Ryan asked him

“You don’t ask the questions . Just know this , we have agreed to continue with your training. Maybe not at my house, but I will come to yours.


“That’s the reason I ran away, I didn’t like your training.”

“This discussion is over Pete told him coldly. “You escape your masters again, I will come look for you, I will break your legs, so you CAN NOT RUN FROM ME! I will whip you, severely. You would know what real torture was, maybe a few jolts of electricity running through your balls, would make you think twice, and maybe a few jolts going through your cock would work.

You know what we are going to do, we’re tying you to the bed, and for the next forty eight hours, you will be fucked, until you’re blind or numb or both. You will not eat food you will not drink water. You’ll eat cock and drink cum for the next two days. Your asshole will be stretched so far, all four of us will be able to get inside you.”


He led Ryan out of the bathroom.

Everyone was naked. The undressed him and tied him to the bed.


“What about the bathroom?” Ryan asked.

Brendon held up a Catheter. Ryan didn’t dare ask about taking a crap.

He watched them get into the California king. Pete had several bags sitting there. He could guess what was in them.