The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore

by Garrett, Wade H.

  “Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom to clean this nasty shit off me.”

  Seth laughed. “Literally.”

  “What?”

  “Never mind.”

  “No, I got it, you smart-ass. I think you like it when shit like this happens.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Fuck off!” Barry slammed the bathroom door.

  Gus could barely speak as he looked at Seth. “Please don’t hurt me anymore, I beg you!”

  “Don’t you start whining too.”

  Seth kicked Andrew in the foot as he sat on the floor sucking his thumb. “Time to take a smoke break.”

  “Come on, man! You’ve already done enough to the both of us.”

  “I’m not telling you again.”

  Andrew slowly got up as he glared at Seth. He balled his fists, contemplating if he should fight since Barry was indisposed.

  Seth shouted, “Jump!”

  Andrew’s eyes opened wide as he flinched. “What?”

  “You wanna get froggy, so jump!”

  He picked up the iron. “I just want to get this over with so I can go home.”

  “I didn’t know you lived in a cemetery.”

  He looked confused. “What?”

  “Nothing. Just thinking out loud.”

  The cemetery comment bothered Andrew. It hadn’t crossed his mind that he might die. He just assumed Seth was going to let him go when he was done with him. He looked worried. “Are you planning on killing me?”

  Seth knew the importance of hope. “I won’t if you cooperate.”

  “That’s all I have to do?”

  “Yep. It’s that simple.”

  Gus was looking back. “What about me?”

  “Same goes for you if you cooperate.”

  Andrew kneeled behind Gus. “Why do I have to do this? Can’t you just beat the shit out of me or something?”

  Seth looked at his watch as he shook his head. “Damn! It only took you ten seconds to lose your chance to live. I think that’s a new record.”

  “Okay, okay! I’ll do it.” He picked up the soldering iron. It was glowing red-hot from being plugged in for such a long duration.

  Gus was terrified and wanted to beg for mercy, but he didn’t want to ruin his chance to live. “Just do it and get it over with.”

  Andrew shoved the iron into his ass. Gus screamed with everything he had. The pain was excruciating. Almost unbearable. He couldn’t move since his penis was nailed to the wall. Rancid-smelling smoke was bellowing out between his butt cheeks as his ass juices boiled.

  Seth pointed to the copper pipe. “Andrew! Pick that up and stick it in his ass.”

  He shoved it in next to the iron. Smoke began to puff out the end of the pipe as it hung out of Gus’ ass. Seth motioned to it. “It’s not going to smoke itself.”

  Andrew looked confused. “What?”

  “Smoke that fucker like it’s a peace pipe.”

  “I… I don’t understand.”

  “Put your fuckin’ lips around it and inhale. What’s hard to understand about that?”

  “That’s nasty.”

  “Am I detecting a lack of cooperation?”

  “No, sir!” He started sucking on the end of the pipe, which caused him to gag. “Oh my God! This fucking tastes bad!”

  “If you have to throw up, do it on Gus.”

  He vomited on the floor.

  “You stupid fuck! I told you if you had to throw up, to do it on Gus. Now suck that shit up off my floor.”

  “I can’t do it! Please don’t make me!”

  “I’m starting to lose my patience. And when I do, there will be no more warnings.”

  “Okay, okay!” Andrew started sucking up his puke. He was gagging and making a weird moaning sound as he fought the urge to vomit again.

  Barry came walking up. He was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he wasn’t wearing his wig or makeup. When he noticed what Andrew was doing, he covered his mouth and started dry heaving. “What the fuck?”

  Seth laughed. “I got a new wet vac.”

  “That’s fuckin’ nasty.” He noticed Gus hanging by his arms and moaning as the soldering iron and pipe were sticking out of his ass. “What are you….”

  Andrew quickly jumped to his feet and projected his stomach contents all over Gus. In the process, some of the vomit splashed Barry in the face. He became irate. “I’ll be damned!” He glared at Seth. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I just cleaned up, now I have fucking puke on me!”

  “Where’s your fucking dress?”

  “You serious? You’re worried about that?”

  “Yes. Get your ass back in there and put on your disguise.”

  “It’s not a fucking disguise. It’s a way for you to humiliate me. And besides, the dress and wig are covered in shit.”

  “Wash ‘em off.”

  “This is bullshit!” He stomped his feet as he walked off.

  Seth nodded towards Gus’ ass as he looked at Andrew. “Get back at it.”

  “I’ve done it already.”

  “You Clintoned it.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “You didn’t inhale like Bill Clinton.”

  He looked at the pipe. It still had a steady flow of smoke coming out of it. “I’m worried it could hurt my lungs.”

  “I’ll hurt you if you don’t.”

  Andrew sat on his knees behind Gus, then started sucking on the pipe. Smoke was puffing out of his mouth as he toked on it. Within seconds, he turned his head and started gagging. “It fucking tastes horrible.” He wiped his mouth with his hand, leaving a brown smear mark on his skin. “Oh my God! What is this shit?”

  “Exactly what you said; shit.”

  He started spitting on the floor as he gagged.

  “Don’t stop, asshole!”

  “This is fucking nasty!”

  “I don’t care.”

  He took a deep breath, then started sucking on the pipe again.

  “Inhale that shit!”

  “I am.”

  “Bullshit! I want to see you blow some smoke out your nose.”

  Andrew took in a lungful, then began to violently cough as the brown liquid ran out the corners of his mouth. When he gathered his composure, he glared at Seth. “That fuckin’ tastes bad.” He spit. “Real bad!”

  “Describe it.”

  “What?”

  “I want to know what smoking someone’s ass tastes like.”

  “Then you do it.”

  “I’ll just get Gus to smoke yours, then I’ll ask him.”

  He shook his head. “You’re one relentless son-of-a-bitch.”

  “You know it. So, what flavor is it?”

  “It fucking tastes like burnt shit.”

  “That’s it?”

  “What the fuck else do you want me to say?”

  “I figured ‘tangy’ would have been included in your description.”

  Andrew looked frustrated. “The fucking iron is burning his insides. Why in the fuck would it be tangy?”

  “Because you blew your load in his ass.”

  Andrew hadn’t thought about how he had also inhaled his own sperm. He immediately started gagging, then lunged towards Gus and vomited on him again.

  “I’ll let you lick that up later.”

  He wiped his mouth. “I hope you die a slow and painful death.”

  “That might happen, but before it does, you’re gonna smoke that ass until your lungs give out, or until Gus’ anal juices run out.”

  Andrew had a hateful expression as he got on his knees. He had all kinds of thoughts running through his mind. He knew if he bid his time, Seth would eventually slip up and he would be able to take him out. He wasn’t worried about Barry. He was just a pussy. But he knew there was at least one more person he’d have to deal with; the driver. Once he took everyone out, he’d make them pay for what they’ve done. He was smiling as he thought about what he’d do to them. He was actuall
y drooling.

  Seth tossed him a pair of handcuffs. “Handcuff yourself to one of Gus’ ankles while you’re plotting your revenge.”

  He looked startled. “What?”

  “Handcuff yourself. That way you can concentrate on your task instead of worrying about how you’re going to take us out.”

  Andrew couldn’t believe that Seth knew what he had been thinking. “You’re not a fuckin’ mind reader. You don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “I know. That’s why you can’t believe I knew what you were thinking.”

  “Wrong again.”

  “Either way, you’re still going to put on those cuffs.”

  He was hesitant, knowing once he did it, he’d be at Seth’s mercy even more so. And it would also spoil any chance of him taking out Seth. “There’s no need in that. I’m not going to try anything.”

  Seth hit him in the head with a club, knocking him out.

  Andrew awoke abruptly when ice-cold water drenched his head. He had a throbbing headache and his eyesight was blurry. Within seconds, he felt a sharp pain between his legs. He started to reach down, but his hands wouldn’t move. He tried to stand up, but he was stuck to the floor. Something wasn’t right. Am I paralyzed, he thought?

  Seth was standing next to him. “This should rid you of making any more plots to take me out.”

  His eyesight was starting to clear up. The first thing he noticed was his hands. They were sewn to Gus’ ass cheeks. He tried to pull them loose, but it was too painful. He then tried to sit up again, but a piercing pain shot up through his abdomen. He was worried. “What’s wrong with me?”

  “I nailed your nuts to the floor.”

  Andrew tried to look, but he was sitting on the floor with his legs straight in front of him, and Gus’ ass was right in his face. “Oh my God! Why have you done this to me?”

  “Like you said, I’m relentless.”

  He couldn’t believe what Seth had done to him. “You sorry motherfucker! You have no right to do this to me! I’m a human being! I have rights!”

  Seth laughed. “You have the right to smoke that ass. Anything you say can and will be used to make you smoke more ass. You have the right to smoke as much as you want. If that one runs out, another one will be provided for you.”

  “You’re an evil bastard! You know that? You’re gonna burn for this!”

  “If you say another word, or don’t do what I say, I’ll cut off your fucking dick.”

  He just glared at him.

  Seth pulled out a knife. “Try me, asshole!”

  Andrew was at his limit mentally. He knew he was dealing with a demented person that he couldn’t reason with. His only chance at survival was to do what Seth asked. He took a deep breath, then started sucking on the pipe. The foul-smelling smoke had a nasty taste and burned his throat as he inhaled. Every time he exhaled, he would cough.

  Seth looked at his watch, noticing Barry had been gone awhile. “You hang out here and enjoy that ass while I go find out what the fuck Barry is doing.” Seth started to walk off, but paused. “Oh yeah. I have a camera in here. If you stop, I’ll sew your fucking lips to his asshole. And if you think I’m bluffing, try me.”

  Andrew was so angry he didn’t even look at Seth as he sucked on the pipe. His face had the pallor of the dead as he endured the horrific taste and odor of Gus’ burning innards.

  Fuccboi

  Seth found Barry sitting up front with Wyatt. They were laughing and joking around. “I’m glad you two are getting along.”

  Barry glared at him. “Better than being treated like shit by you.”

  Wyatt had a disturbed expression. “Barry was tellin’ me that you made Andrew fuck Gus in the ass. That’s fuckin’ sick. I didn’t know you were into that kind of shit.”

  “I’m sure the little bastard left out why I did it.”

  “Just said you were adamant about it. Almost like you enjoyed it.”

  “Really? Did he tell you he got a….”

  Barry quickly blurted out, “I was just fixing to tell him it was Andrew’s fault right when you walked up.”

  “Sure pal.”

  Wyatt laughed. “Whatever is going on back there fuckin’ stinks. Smells like a Mexican space shuttle in Texas during August.”

  “That’s Andrew. He’s smoking.”

  “Smoking? Why would you let him do that?”

  “He’s addicted to ass.”

  “What?”

  “Never mind.”

  Barry looked confused. “What the hell is a Mexican space shuttle?”

  “A porta potty.”

  He laughed.

  Wyatt looked at Seth. “I thought you weren’t going to do anything with them until later.”

  “You can blame that on Barry.” Seth picked a handheld, two-way radio and keyed up. “K-Dog, you there?”

  “Sup?”

  “What’s your twenty?”

  “Just arrived at the location.”

  “We’ll be there in ten.”

  Barry looked at Seth. “Who was that?”

  “Kenneth.”

  “What the fuck is a K-Dog?”

  “It’s his handle.”

  He looked at Wyatt. “You have one?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And?”

  “And what?”

  “What the fuck is it?”

  “Swamp Fox.”

  “That’s dumb.” He looked at Seth. “Does Missy have one?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And?”

  “Why do you care?”

  “Because it seemed important that everyone had a handle but me.”

  “Don’t get all upset and start pouting. I’ve already thought of one for you.”

  His eyes got big. “Oh cool! What is it?”

  “Spanky.”

  “That’s fuckin’ lame.”

  “I think it’s fitting since you like spanking the monkey so much.”

  “I do not.”

  “Fuck if you don’t.”

  “You better come up with something else.”

  “Then what about Twig?”

  “Why?”

  “You have a thin dick. Like a piece of spaghetti.”

  “How in the fuck would you….” Barry glared at Seth. “Don’t you fuckin’ say anything.”

  Wyatt laughed. “Because he cut the little fucker off.”

  “I said not to bring that shit up, asshole!”

  “You said for Seth not to. And don’t call me an asshole, you fucking retard.”

  “I ain’t fucking retarded!” He stood up. “I’ll beat your ass, you fucking punk!”

  “Like you did earlier?”

  Seth pushed Barry back in his seat. “Chill out! We’re just joking around.”

  “You need to keep your boy on a tighter leash before he gets fucked up.”

  “I said chill out. Play time is over.” Seth pointed to a road sign. “We’re in Denton. Take the next exit. Kenneth will be at the rest stop a little way down.”

  Barry looked at Seth. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “We’re meeting Kenneth.”

  “For what?”

  “We’re dropping off Wyatt so he and Kenneth can go round up Patrick.”

  “Can I go with Kenneth?”

  “Hell no. You’ll botch something up.”

  “I promise I won’t. Please let me prove that I can be trusted.”

  “I’m more worried about how Kenneth will react.”

  “I haven’t done anything to him.”

  Seth keyed up on the radio. “K-Dog?”

  “Yo?”

  “Do you care if Twig goes with you?”

  “Who?”

  “Spanky.”

  The radio was silent.

  “Did you copy that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well?”

  “Why?”

  “He wants to prove himself.”

  “I don’t have the patience to put up with his mouth. And you kno
w he’ll fuck shit up.”

  Barry grabbed the radio and keyed up. “This isn’t my first rodeo. And I’m just as good as Seth. Razor out.”

  Seth jerked the radio from him. “Razor?”

  “Yeah. That’s my handle.”

  “Bullshit.” He keyed up. “It’s up to you.”

  “Uh, I guess you can send Spanky my way. But if he fucks up, it’s his ass.”

  “Ten-four.” Seth pointed down the road. “There’s the rest stop.”

  Wyatt parked behind Kenneth. “So, you really going to let Barry go?”

  “Why not. Maybe he’ll learn something since he doesn’t listen to me.”

  Barry got out. “Maybe that fucker will learn something from me.” He slammed the door shut and walked off.

  Wyatt watched the taillights on Kenneth’s truck disappear into the dark. “I think you’re making a mistake.”

  Seth sat in the passenger seat. “It’ll be nice not having to put up with his shit for a while.”

  “That’s true.”

  Seth leaned back in his seat. “I’m going to take a nap. You better rest up while they’re gone.”

  Wyatt stood up. “Sounds good, but I have to go take a dump first.” He walked off, but quickly came back with a disturbed look. “What the fuck is Andrew doin’ back there to Gus?”

  “He better be smokin’ his ass.”

  “Damn, Seth! What the hell?”

  “That was Andrew’s idea. He said he wanted to smoke someone’s ass.”

  “I’m sure. And did he also want to fuck him?”

  “Yep.”

  “I doubt that.”

  “He knew what the consequences were if he didn’t cooperate.”

  “I hope you’re not going to do any more gay shit on this trip.”

  “I thought you had to go clean out your ass.”

  “I do.”

  “Then get to it. I need to rest up for the up and coming gay festivities that I have planned for later.”

  Wyatt shook his head as he walked off.

  Around midnight, Seth and Wyatt were awoken by some noise coming from the back. When they went to the cargo area, they started laughing. Barry was wearing a blue and pink baby bonnet while sucking on a pacifier. He was standing off to the side with his arms crossed as Kenneth dragged in a large bag.

  Seth shook his head. “I take it he acted up?”

  “Of course, he fuckin’ did.” Kenneth pointed to the bag. “Grab the end.”

  Seth helped Kenneth lay the bag on a table. “Did everything else go okay?”