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A Step Closer To Hell Book 4	By : panicgurl411 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1550 -:- 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.

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Ryan was frightened now, Brendon was standing over him.
He repeated the question.

“Do you think that was funny?!”

“No I don’t.” Ryan told him

“Then why did you laugh?” Brendon pressed

“I didn’t laugh, I chuckled.” Ryan told him with a bit of insolence.

Brendon’s face was dark angry crimson. He slapped Ryan across the face, until his ears rang. Then told him he was to sit up front. Ryan and Jon changed places. Brendon pulled back onto the road. Ryan looked out the window. Brendon made Ryan mover towards him. Brendon rubbed Ryan’s crotch.

“Take your pants off.” He commanded.

“Here?” Ryan squeaked

“You either do it or I do it for you.” Brendon told him.

Ryan pulled them down; Brendon’s free hand was all over Ryan’s Dick

Then Brendon told him, to go to the back of the van and lay down. Ryan started to pull his pants back up. Brendon told him to leave them.

Ryan was lying on the floor of the van; Jon and Spencer were watching him. Brendon looked into the rear view mirror.

“One of you go back there and fuck him.”

“Which one? Jon asked.

Brendon shrugged then said

“Doesn’t matter. Take turns if you want.”

Jon went back; laid beside Ryan who was touching himself Jon slapped his hands away. He lightly fingered his hole

“Ever been fisted before Ryro?” Jon asked with a smile

“No.” Ryan replied.

Jon grabbed a jar of Vaseline out of one of the duffle bags.

“I don’t want it done to me.” Ryan said weakly.

Jon’s response was
“I don’t give a shit what you want.”

He removed the lid, and covered his whole hand with it. He stuck one finger, than two, before long his whole hand was inside him, his hand clenched into a fist.

“Feels good, huh Ryro.”

Ryan holding back the tears,

Not- Not really.”

Jon was deaf to his pleas to stop; he moved his fist in and out. Spencer was watching this, Ryan his arms above his head, squirming. Jon’s teeth clenched with every thrust. He wanted back there so badly, his cock throbbed in his pants.

Jon went deeper, and then Ryan started moaning. Spencer couldn’t’ take anymore. He joined them; lying on the floor he removed his pants and positioned himself above Ryan’s head.

“Blow me Ry!”

Ryan took Spencer’s cock in his mouth Spencer closed his eyes. Jon went faster. Ryan came; Spencer came in Ryan’s mouth.

In the after glow, Jon and Spencer lapped up Ryan’s semen.
“I’m getting a little sore.” Ryan told them.

Jon and Spencer just sucked on him. Until he came again and they lapped that up too.

Brendon was coming upon a restaurant

“We’re going to stop up here.” he told them.

Spencer put his pants back on. They gave Ryan’s cock and balls a quick fondle. Brendon pulled into the parking lot. He threw Ryan’s pants to him.

“Try not to moon the other people around us.” He warned Ryan.

As they had their lunch, they discussed the rest of the trip. It was agreed, that Spencer would drive, after they left there. That night they were going to stay at a rest stop. Jon agreed to finish the driving in the morning.

Brendon estimated that they would be home by early afternoon, if all went well. They paid the bill and left. Brendon was in the back of the van with Ryan. He spoke softly to him, rubbing the back of his neck.

Spencer pulled into the gas station, and filled the tank. Brendon went in and came out with a bag, made Ryan come with him to the bathroom. Once inside the locked stall, Brendon assembled the douche bag, he inserted the nozzle inside Ryan, while he sat on the toilet. Brendon pumped the bag, Ryan could feel the solution going up inside him, and Brendon pumped the bag until it was empty.

“I want you completely cleaned out.” Brendon whispered to Ryan.

He snuck out of the stall, Ryan locked the door. Brendon stepped outside and threw the paper bag and its contents in the garbage. He walked up to Jon.

“How did Ryan take what you gave him?”

Jon smiled.

“Very well. He’s good and stretched. We can whore him out with out any problems. “

“After our next show, we’ll shower him, lay him out and say guys and girls, for $50 you can fuck Ryan Ross. Brendon said.

“We’ll provide the rubbers.” Jon added.

“Sounds good to me.” Brendon quipped.”

“Sure, you know at any of our shows, there are a lot from both sexes who want to make him scream in passion. Jon said agreeably.

Spencer came up, a little irritated, his brows knitted.

“Any body watching Ryan by the way?’ Spencer asked roughly.

On cue Ryan came out of the bathroom, he walked up to them; he put his arms around Brendon’s waist.

“Time to go.” Brendon told the others.

Spencer and Jon got into the front seat, Brendon opened the back door.

He and Ryan climbed in, Brendon closed it. They took off. Brendon got the sleeping bag ready for the night, he made Ryan lay down. He lay down beside him. Ryan went to sleep. Brendon held him.

“I wish you were easier to train, Ry.” Brendon said softly.

While Ryan slept, Brendon removed Ryan’s clothes. Then he took his off.

He watched Ryan sleep. He loved him so much. All he wanted in the world was to possess him, break him. He wanted Ryan bound to him forever.

“Ryan, will you marry me?” Brendon whispered in his ear.

From Ryan came a soft, unmistakable “Yes.”

Author’s notes: I’m not sure about them whoring Ryan out. It might happen, if this fic takes an even more evil turn. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
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A Step Closer To Hell Book 4