The fall had knocked Ryan out cold rather than kill him. He had landed in one of the canisters filled with the wet liquid, but his head had come into contact with the side. He floated in the canister in an unconscious state. His attack watched Ryan float there in the canister before moving. Eric, Johnny, Sei, and Mike had arrived just in time to see the conveyor belt move, taking the canister that held Ryan prisoner. They looked around in search for their lost friend who had obviously cried out for them. It was Johnny who spotted his brother's head slowly submerge into the canister as it went through a tunnel.
"Lets go!" Eric said as he took command and ran down the stair with the others behind him.
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It was a dark, wet place. Ryan groaned, his head spinning. He felt like he had just been hit in the head with a baseball bat. He blinked several times, trying to get the black spots out of his vision. When they were gone, he looked around his surroundings. He was in a dark, stone like chamber. Around him were more of those horrific looking plaster statues. These were mostly young men with strong physiques and most notably, very hard members. Pun indented. A another part of the room had what looked like a human shaped mound of wet plaster in the corner. Some plaster was dripping from the ceiling on top of the man shaped goop.
“What the hell? Where am I?”
Ryan tried to sit him, but felt pressure on his torso. Lifting up his head he could see that he was strapped to the table with a leather band draped across his chest.
“What the hell is this? Help!”
Ryan struggled against the leather bound, his muscles straining as he tried to pull free. He struggled for a few minute. As he was struggling, he failed to noticed someone walk over to him from the shadows. That person walked over to his twisting hips and undid his belt buckle, sliding it out from his jeans. Ryan was so focused on getting out, he didn’t even feel his jeans and boxer slide down his hips until he felt cold metal against his butt.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Feeling sudden moisture on his crotch, Ryan tilted his head where he was someone at his crotch.
“What? What are you doing!?”