A Step Closer To Hell Book 4 | By : panicgurl411 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pete showed Patrick, who was sitting on the floor; the tape, when it was over he turned it off and turned to Patrick.
“Now would you like to explain yourself? You seem to have forgotten my ground rules; without question, without challenge and without delay.
Patrick looked down at the floor, then said
“Yes it would appear that way.”
“Why?!” Was Pete’s next question and then it dawned on him.
“Wait I know I left you with Andy, and you decided since it wasn’t me
You could get away with anything. Right?!!”
“Right.” Patrick said in a small voice
Pete stood over him
“Patrick come with me.”
Patrick stood up and took Pete’s hand. They went down to the basement.
“It’s cold in here.” Patrick Protested.
“Shut up and take your clothes off.”
Patrick did as he was told; his nipples turned hard, Pete smirked reached over and gave one a twist. Then ran his hand down to his groin, ran it over Patrick’s shaft. Patrick shivered.
“I missed you.” Patrick finally got out.
Pete’s response was the same
“Shut up.”
He bent down wrapped his mouth around Patrick’s cock and started sucking hard. His cock was ice cold and the heat from inside Pete’s mouth made it sting. Pete sucked harder. Patrick wanted to come so badly. Pete prolonged his deep sucking, looking up at Patrick, Pete’s eyes sent him a warning
Not to do it. He sucked faster, harder daring Patrick to let one trickle escape him. He ran his tongue over Patrick’s pee hole then Patrick could hold it no more and came.
Pete stood up, grabbed the lubricant and ran it over Patrick’s asshole, then shoved a rubber cock inside him. Patrick screamed. Pete moved in and out
Without mercy.
“Please be gentle.” Patrick pleaded.
“Look you either shut up or be gagged.” Pete warned him.
He shoved it in up to the hilt and left it there. He went around searched Patrick’s face.
“Please Pete.” Patrick pleaded again.
“What did you just call me?” Pete demanded as he twisted Patrick’s nipples.
There was no response.
“You don’t ever call me that!”
He went back around and pulled out the rubber cock, he slapped Patrick’s ass cheeks with it. Patrick was holding his breath. Pete stopped and informed him.
“You can sleep down here tonight.” With that Pete turned and left. Patrick was alone; there was a pile of blankets, which he laid on. His thoughts turning an ugly black
In the wee hours of the morning, like a man possessed, he went to their room, Patrick rammed his cock into Pete’s ass, and Pete woke with a start.
“That’s right you son of a bitch, wake up and know what it feels like!” Patrick screamed, his voice high pitched and trembling.
Pete wriggled, trying to free himself, Patrick moving in and out. Pete back kicked him, causing Patrick to pull out. Pete quickly turned the tables; he had Patrick on his back, and was inside him.
“You didn’t have to do all this if you wanted more.” Pete said smiling down at him. The bed shook violently. He reached over into his night stand and took out a sword knife. Patrick gulped.
“Yeah, you weren’t expecting that.” Pete said with a tint of evil to his voice.
“Jesus Christ please don’t kill me!” Patrick screamed.
Pete sat back on his heels, his dick throbbing inside Patrick.
“Oh no Patrick I won’t kill you, but if this incident is repeated I’ll castrate you, you son of a bitch.” Pete resumed his defensive fucking.
He liked the power the knife had over Patrick.
“You know I could take this knife, and I could fuck up your face so badly.”
“Nooo.” Patrick cried.
Pete slammed his cock deeper, and then came. He pulled out and grabbed Patrick,
Behind their house was a tall privacy fence; against the wall was a chain.
Pete chained Patrick to the wall and left him there.
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Back in Chicago, that morning the guys had everything packed into the van. Ryan was sitting in the back seat. Brendon got into the drivers side.
Spencer sat next to Ryan.
Turning he asked
“Excited about going home Ry?”
Ryan numbly told him he was. He laid back and closed his eyes.
Going down an abandoned road. Jon got off the phone.
“Hey Guys, That was Pete. Patrick tried to rape him last night.”
“Oh my God!” Brendon exclaimed.
They heard a chuckling come from Ryan. Brendon pulled the van over.
“Ryan! You think that’s funny?” Brendon screamed.
Brendon climbed over his seat to get to Ryan.
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