A Step Closer To Hell Book 2 | By : panicgurl411 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Brendon was dreaming he was walking back stage; Ryan was leaning against the wall Paul, Ryan’s boyfriend was behind him with his cock in his ass. Ryan was moaning, losing control. Brendon casually walked up behind Paul and undid his pants, positioned himself and slid his cock or what he thought was his cock, in. Soon he too was building rhythm Ryan was jerking off, his come splattering the wall, Paul’s face contorted with pleasure.
Brendon banging away inside Paul, he pulled him close. Brendon started coming, then there was a popping noise, blood was dripping down from Paul’s anus. Brendon couldn’t pull out, when he did Paul crumpled to the floor and Ryan was gone.
Brendon looked down, his cock; was the barrel of a shotgun. The dream faded and in its place was the dead face of Mark Sands.
Mark opened his eyes. Brendon awoke with a gasp. He was bathed in sweat. The smell of fear clung to him; he got up and took a shower.
Afterwards he put a DVD in, and got back into bed. On the screen, a man is deep throating another man. While Brendon watched, images of Ryan danced in his head. He decided to call Brent.
Since Brent was fired, he would do anything for money, even if it meant coming over at all hours of the night, to suck Brendon off.
Or be beaten and fucked by Brendon there were times, before Ryan and Bren became lovers, he would take his frustrations and loneliness out on Brent’s flesh. Even Brent left him, because Brent found him too controlling. An angry scowl, crossed his face, then he smiled thinking how desperate Brent had become, and how willing Brent is to come crawling whenever he called for him.
He got on the phone.
“Brent, This is Brendon I need you.”
Then there was a dial tone. He hung up and looked at his watch.
It was three in the morning. Forty Minutes later there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” Brendon answered.
Brent walked in he went up to Brendon.
“How are you?” He asked unnecessarily
“Don’t talk just get down on your knees.”
.
Brent ran his hand over Brendon’s cock.
“Um I need to be paid first.”
“How much?”
“Seven hundred.”
Brendon went and got the money. He laid seven one hundred dollar bills out on the table.
Brent took it. Then they went to the bedroom since Brendon was already naked, he laid on the bed
Brent took his clothes off, and got on the bed. He leaned over and took Brendon’s cock in his mouth down to his throat. Brendon smiled this was worth every penny. He played with Brent, took the vibrator and covered it with Vaseline, Brent shifted so it can fit inside him easier. Brendon ran it in and out. a few times.
Then he wiped it off and ran up and down Brent’s shaft. He lingered with it on his balls.
When foreplay was over. Brendon laid him on his back, ran more Vaseline in his ass. Brent spread his legs. In two strokes Brendon was in. his motions hard and deep. Brent knew what to say.
“You wish I was Ryan, don’t you?”
Brendon answered by slamming his cock all the way, going faster.
“You’d like to punish him for leaving?”
“Yes!!”
“if you had him here, there would be no mercy for him.”
“Shut up!!”
He went harder, faster the bed started shaking. He grabbed the vibrator; with out warning he shoved it inside Brent, on the highest speed. Brent was clutching the bed. Brendon was deaf to his cries.
“Brendon stop!”
Brendon was possessed, he kept going, the sheets had droplets of blood on them. Still he wouldn’t stop.
“I think you tore something.”
Brendon slowed down, for a second, and then sped up.
“Jesus stop!”
Brendon finally got a hold of himself.
“I can’t come.” He pulled out, the vibrator came out. He split Brent’s anus “I’m sorry, go clean yourself up.”
Brent scrambled off the bed.
“No I’m leaving. God don’t call me anymore!”
Brent left. Brendon punched the pillows. When he got Ryan back, he would suffer.
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Later that morning, he picked Ryan up. He sat in the car, while Ryan kissed Paul. He tried to look away, but like any accident, he couldn’t help himself. Ryan got in the car.
“So what does Paul do?” Brendon asked stiffly.
“He’s a promoter.”
“Paul the promoter.” Brendon said with a chuckle.
“Don’t start Brendon.” Ryan warned.
Their conversations were tense, no less. Brendon scowled and hit the gas. Ryan just looked out the window. Brendon would glance his way, a few times. Then he asked.
“Where did you meet him?”
“At a party.”
“Was I there?” Brendon pushed.
“I don’t know!” Ryan snapped.
Brendon fought the urge to pull the car over, and give him what was coming to him. He went another way,
Ryan’s heart started beating.
“Why are we going this way?”
Brendon said nothing; finally, he stopped in a vacant lot hidden from view. He turned around and lunged for Ryan’s crotch, unzipping his pants, he jerked his cock out, ran his hand over it., took an ice pack from the glove compartment and laid it on top of it.
“Jesus!” Ryan screamed.
“You will start talking to me like a human being, won’t you?”
“Yes!” Ryan assured him.
“I don’t appreciate rudeness.”
“OK.”
Brendon removed the ice pack, and gave him a small towel. He pulled out of the vacant lot.
Ryan was rubbing the towel to get feeling back into him. They got to the studio. Ryan was back to his old self. Brendon pulled him aside after they got out.
“Not a word, to anyone. Understand?” Ryan nodded. Brendon smiled. “Good boy.”
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