Iowa, 2002: Slater Heights was supposed to be an upscale housing development featuring large, stately single family homes built around winding cul de sacs. There was tremendous hype after the first roads were built and soon five-thousand square foot homes starting blossoming like mushrooms, each more impressive than the last. Then the local market tanked. The construction was abandoned so rapidly that most of the building equipment was left where it was. To this day a ceiling truss still hangs over and unfinished home precariously on a decaying rope as if the operator had just walked away.
Urban legend has it that two slightly off construction workers, brothers, who took great pride in their small role in the development snapped and slaughtered their foreman when they got their pink slips. The urban legend spiraled, the murder getting more violent and gory with each retelling, until the field of decaying homes was known as Splatter Heights in homage to the possibly-real-probably-fake murder.
Years passed and Splatter Heights had become overgrown, the streets blended in with the yards of wild flowers and saplings and a dozen houses had been finished or were in various stages of construction when the project was abandoned and all of them were rapidly deteriorating but it was so far outside of town no one cared about the eye sore. Weathering had done most of the damage; local teens did the rest. Every building had been broken into and used as a party spot on multiple occasions. Until Zach Parker disappeared after a party. There was a massive search for the handsome 18 year old jock and when his body, or what was left of it, was found in the basement of what was going to be Splatter Height's community center, the entire development was quickly fenced off and totally forgotten. The homes continued to decay year upon year and most people forgot about it entirely. From the highway it just looked like any other cornfield...
2021:
Jake was a freshman in college, a dumb, beefy fucker who had surrounded himself with similarly vapid jocks. They had grown quite close, or as close as airhead jocks with limited emotional range could get. There was Phillippe, a soccer player with massive calves and an upper body he nicknamed 'The Rock'. Pierre, a handsome Black student who spent more time at the gym than in class with stunning results under his clothes, but not so much for his grades. Ryan was the alpha male, a huge brown haired beast who loved showing off his broad chest and perfect abs and frequently bragged bout his old job as an Abercrombie greeter. Rounding out the group was Tyler, the relative runt of the pack. Whilst the others were muscular and beefy, Tyler had a swimmer's built which meant he tall blonde had virtually no body fat. His muscles were so well defined it looked like his skin was just tightly stretched fleshy fabric over a perfect model of human muscle. He used to impress the guys by literally scrubbing shirts on his washboard abs, lettings the soapy water soak his briefs to show off his massive package. Yeah, Jake and his buddies were big, muscle heads who were entirely justified in their arrogant attitudes; after all every one of them looked like models and their bodies were textbook examples of the male human form at its peak.
Jake was openly gay so enjoyed any opportunity to lust after his bros, and all of them enjoyed the attention. Ryan and Tyler were gay too, just not quite as thirsty as Jake but Jake had blown all of them multiple times, even the straight guys. His boyishly handsome face just looked too damn good coated in jizz and his jock throat was tight and warm. It was too much for them to resist.
Jake had stumbled across the Splatter Heights legend on the internet and convinced this buddies that spending a night there would be a perfectly awesome thing to do on spring break. So they packed up their gear as if they were going camping, parked their cars at a highway rest stop and headed toward Splatter Point. There weren't even roads that lead to it anymore and the group trekked for miles until they spotted the silhouette of a stately home coming into view over the wildly overgrown corn. The jocks cheered as they climbed over the decaying fence onto the liken covered street.
They realized that the houses lacked electricity or running water but they had enough provisions to last the night. Most importantly, Pierre and Ryan were carrying coolers filled with beer and Tyler starting playing Imagine Dragon's Radioactive over his Beats portable speaker. It seemed a fitting soundtrack to the apocalyptic landscape. No one, not even prankers, had been to Splatter Heights in almost twenty years, or so they thought. It was bizarre seeing trees growing out of the roofs of finished homes and deer casually walking into the front door of a house. They ran through the streets like idiots, whooping and checking out the houses but something about the scene was giving Jake a bad feeling. The concept of urban camping seemed fun but now that he was there it felt like he was literally looking at the world after people. It was eerie.
"What's the matter, honey? You scared?" Pierre clocked Jake on the shoulder as he stood in the doorway of a roofless home. Apparently Jake's unease was visible on his face.
They decided that their base cam was going to be 1420 Millennium Gate Court, a large brick home that seemed to be the least decayed. The totally finished interior, complete with appliances, was starting to mold but it would otherwise make a fine camping spot. They set up tents in the living room, front yard and kitchen and cracked open beers and Jake relaxed as an IPA sloshed through his system. Jake rarely drank because he treated his body like a temple and it showed.
Jake was 19, just under six feet tall and over two hundred pounds of muscle, most of it in his wide, disproportionally huge upper torso. His trapezius was so jacked, his handsome, boyishly young face looked like was perched directly onto his body, his neck lost in he overgrown muscles. He had stunning huge biceps that were a bit too large for his triceps, not that anyone could tell since both of his arms were covered in thick black tattoos in intricate patterns that wrapped down to his hands. His huge pecs mounded over his chest which tapered at his waist, showing off his toned abs. They weren't washboards like Tyler but they were hard as rocks. His massive upper body was supported by a pair of powerful legs with massive thighs and a tight rock hard ass Jake loved to have plowed. Between his legs were a pair of monstrously huge testicles in a shaved bag and a cock that looked more like it belonged on a horse than a human. The teenager had made his high school's quarterback cry as he was nearly split in half with his thirteen inch long, beer can cock. And of course Jake always dressed to show off his perfect body and the camping trip was no different. He was in a tight yellow polo that was straining to hold in his biceps and skinny jeans - SKINNY JEANS! - that were painted onto his legs. His fly looked like it was going to burst open. Only a real cocky airheaded jock would wear something so grossly inappropriate to a camping trip.
It was afternoon and all of the boys were hot and sweaty from their hike. Ryan pretended to turn on the house's air conditioning with a dumb chuckle. Phillippe and Ryan just threw the microwave through the large front window and the teens cheered at their destruction. Another window was broken out and everyone sighed as a cross breeze circulated the stale air.
"So they say this place is haunted," Pierre joked drinking a beer. He burped loudly and crushed the can against his rock hard pecks before tossing it onto the marble kitchen floor.
He pulled out his phone to bring up an old article he had found about it but had no service. Ryan checked his. Nothing. Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket. No service. The uneasy feeling swept over Jake again.
"Aww, Jakey is scared," Tyler joked. Jake tackled him into the kitchen island the two wrestled in a pile of sweaty muscle. The two jocks laughed as they ripped at each other's clothes in a half-erotic, half-angry show of bromance.
Tyler could feel Jake's huge cock pressing against his back and his own tool started to get hard.
"Break it up you two, or at least go find bedroom. This house has at least five of them," Pierre joked. The two did look like they were just seconds away from ripping each other's clothes off and fucking their brains out.
The dumb comradery continued for another hour and it was shocking five teenaged muscle heads could maintain a conversation that long without phones or screens. Jake finished another beer with a burp that shook the windows and slammed his hand into his abs as if applauding himself. He had to piss and was just going to use one of the home's many bathrooms, their toilets full of dirt and animal nests, when Ryan stopped him.
Ryan rolled his eyes playfully, "Guys, its bad enough there isn't a shower here because we all smell like animals. Do we really wanna' smell each other's piss and shit, too? Not like we can just turn on the vent fan,"
Ryan flipped a nearby wall switch on and off to remind everyone that even though the modern home was finished, there wasn't any of the normal trappings of civilization. They really were rustic camping, just on marble floors instead of the bare earth. Jake laughed and grabbed the bulge in his crotch. "Maybe someone wants a golden shower?" everyone laughed but Tyler would have been more than happy to oblige had Jake been serious.
Jake walked out onto the back deck, which had rotten and collapsed and surveyed for a good spot to piss. He felt a grumble in his stomach. Apparently, he had to do more than piss. He ducked back inside for a roll of toilet paper.
Phillippe laughed "I told you you're full of shit,"
Jake laughed and headed back outside. he strolled down the cul de sack until he reached a stately house with no siding. It was mostly finished as well, but since it had faced the elements without siding it was in much worse shape then where they were camping. No one would give a shit if I blew up that house's bathroom, he thought. He made his way to the house and was surprised to find the backdoor was locked. The windows actually looked like they had been newly replaced. Jake dismissed it and gave the door a few powerful kicks to break it open. It smelled surprisingly not-musty and vaguely of fresh paint. Jake shrugged and headed for the bathroom. The toilet was pristine like it had just been installed; it was glaring considering the twenty years of decay. Jake figured it was an interior room so had been protected from the elements.
He sat on the toilet and relieved himself. When he was done he pressed the toilet's handle out of habit and was about to laugh at his dumb mistake when he felt a splashing on his bare ass. The toilet was flushing! The tank emptied into the bowl and his shit and piss was flushed away like normal and the bowl started to refill itself. I guess the water in the bowl had just evaporated he thought. Taking a chance, he tried the sink. It worked, too. Splatter Heights was mostly finished when abandoned so he just figured that some of the utilities must never have been disconnected.
Even if his logic was correct, he was too stupid to realize that utilities need maintenance and maintenance implies people. He ducked into he kitchen and, thinking this house might still have power as well as water, opened the refrigerator. A cool blast greeted him and he grinned. He was sweating like a pig, and now actually smelled like one, so was glad to find a place with modern amenities. He was excited to head back and tell the others when suddenly he heard a noise from the basement. Being a stupid jock who assumed his muscles could get him out of any situation, Jake headed boldly to the basement steps and opened the door.
"Hello?" he called into the darkness. No reply.
Must be squirrels, he thought and was about to leave when he heard a banging again and footsteps. Definitely footsteps. He flipped the switch at the top of the stairs and the basement lit up. "Hello?"
Suddenly two huge brutes appeared at the bottom of the basement steps and peered up at Jake. Each of them were maybe six feet tall, ripped beefy studs, incredibly beefy, wearing dark blue overalls with nothing underneath. Jake could make out their thick upper bodies that were totally exposed and despite his freight his greedy cock was getting hard. These guys were jacked like body builders, devilishly handsome studs with neat blonde hair and warm smiles. One of them was holding a tool box.
"You! Don't move!"
Jake took a step back as the two bounded up the stairs. Their combined weight seemed to make the entire house shake. They stood face to face with the scared muscled jock teen and barked out questions rapidly. Even though they were hot, something about the men was... off. Their overalls seemed new, even though they had the logo of Slater Heights Development Corporation on them, a company that hadn't existed for nearly twenty years. They had name tags, Trevor and Wesley and they looked like they could have been brothers. They seemed most interested in how many people Jake was with and when they had arrived. Jake explained they were just college kids having a good time and would leave it the men wanted them to.
"Are they all like you?"
Jake was confused by the question.
Trevor placed a hand gently on Jake's pec and slowly ran down Jake's abs.
"I mean, are they all hot, hung studs like you,"
Jake, being a nasty little slut, was more turned on than scared and nodded yes. "Oh yeah, we own the gym. Just some gym rat. Why don't I grab the guys and we camp out here?"
Jake's ass was puckering at the prospect of being reamed by he two muscle gods. Trevor's hand had moved to Jake's crotch. Suddenly Jake let out a sharp scream as the brute's hand closed, squashing Jake's package. The two brothers became enraged yelling at Jake as Trevor continued to squash his nuts. Jake clawed at the man's huge hand but he just kept screaming. Trevor and Wesley had seen the boy's throw the microwave out of the window and were furious the damage the boys were doing.
"I build the cabinets in 1420 Millennium Gate, you little fucker! You assholes probably fucked that up, too!"
"You'll see! When they fire up the machine again boss man will see the Paulson brothers were loyal, we never left. We worked our asses off on these houses and we are not going to let some punks fuck everything up,"
"Yeah, just ask the last little snot who broke in,"
Jake's face lit up in terror. Apparently the myth of the two deranged contractor brothers who never left Splatter Heights wasn't a myth after all.
"What kind of freak installs a generator in a house with no roof?" Jake spat out, "You guys are fucking losers. Stop cosplaying and let go of me, ass hole," Jake puffed up his massive chest and gritted his teeth as Trevor closed his hand even tighter.
Trevor released his grip and the brothers stepped back.
"Fucking delusional assholes. Pretending to be some dumbass urban legends, creeping around a bunch of crumbling McMansions. You pervs probably fuck each other, too. Probably just cooking meth," the brothers took another step back. Jake was feeling super cocky as he shook his head at the pathetic losers. He turned to leave, confident that if the two creeps came after him he could be halfway down thee block screaming for his roided up buddies for backup before they could reach him.
Jake let out a wail as he felt a horrible pain in the back of his head. Trevor had slammed a plumbers wrench from his tool box into the back of his head, using his brainless skull like a baseball. Jake's hand raced to his head and another wrench blow knocked him to his knees.
"Dude! What the fuck, creep!"
The brothers stood over Jake grinning. It was a horrible, unpleasant grin. Ooomph! Wesley's size 16 work boot sailed between Jake's legs, crushing his eggs into his pelvis. The horny jock screamed and grabbed his balls, looking up just in time to get a wrench to the face.
Jake felt - and heard - his jaw crack. A tooth went flying.
"Help!" Jake called to no one in his deep, sexy voice. Trevor laughed.
The two brothers stomped and kicked the cowering jock, leaving his back a bruised mess and Jake screamed. The two monster jocks had to weigh at least three hundred pounds each and they were now stomping on his back like they were putting out a cigarette. He could feel his spine flexing and bulging under the assaults.
"Please, don't hurt me no more," Jake was sobbing. He'd pissed on himself and he was pleading with the brothers to stop. They stepped back laughing and waited for Jake to catch his breath. The terrified teenager slowly got to this feet and ran toward the door.
He was stopped by a throat chop by Trevor that partially collapsed his airway. He gasped in terror, realizing the severity of the damage. The two brothers grinned as Wesley pulled a hacksaw from the tool bag and used it like a manchette, on Jake's meaty right thigh. He screamed as a torrent of blood ran down his jeans soaking his leg and he raced to apply pressure to it. Trevor grabbed Jake's ankles and pulled, knocking the teenager onto his sore back. Jake screamed as Wesley took a hammer to his crotch. Jake threw up as a crimson stain bloomed over his crushed bulge, the actual rupturing of his massive testicles barely registering. His brain was too distracted by Trevor who was plunging a screw driver into his guts, leaving little holes all over his rock-like tone abs. His abs were being destroyed and stomach acid was oozing out of his perforated belly. He screamed and tried to fight them off but anytime he barely got to his feet, one of them would pick up the wrench and knock out a few more teeth.
Jake screamed as Trevor and Wesley stood up, rose their boots over his bleeding stomach and stomped. Jake's stomach exploding and his intestines were collapsing under the weight. His rock hard abs struggled not to collapse entirely but were loosing the battle. The extreme tapering of Jake's torso into the perfect V at his waist made that area a tempting target. Jake was blacking out, hoarse from screaming and his abs being tenderized into jelly. His guts had already suffered horrible damage, bile and that mornings undigested breakfast were floating in his abdominal cavity from his burst guts. His heart was racing as he tried to summon the strength to stand.
Shockingly, the bloody jock managed to get to his knees and the cruel brothers watched as he teetered on the edge of falling over.
"Oh I can't wait to pay your friends a visit," Trevor cackled.
Jake sobbed. He was obviously horrified but just the thought of his beefy hot friends being ambushed and beaten was even more horrifying than his own salvage stomping.
"Please... don't... hurt... my friends..." Jake struggled to get the words out of his blood filled mouth and fractured throat.
Trevor knelt down and grabbed Jake by the hair and whispered into his ear "Oh we're gonna' murder all of your dumb little friends right after we finish with you,"
The brothers took sledge hammers to Jake's chest knocking him onto his back. Jack's pecs held up a remarkably long time and he screamed and pleaded. To carry so much muscle, Jake's skeleton was quite strong but even his thick ribs couldn't possibly hold up much longer. Longer being relative. Jake thought he had been being beaten for several minutes. It had been less than two. CRACK Jake wheezed and screamed as he felt a rib crack. Wesley felt something wet explode in his side; a kidney had burst.
Even as his own body was being tenderized by the deranged brothers Jake cried and begged, pleading for the brothers not to hurt his friends. In fact, Jake hadn't once begged for himself once he realized the rest of the guys were in danger.
"Not my friends!"
CRACK another rib fractured, puncturing a lung. Jake was gurgling on blood and could barely speak, overwhelmed in agony. Wesley was sawing off his left leg at the thickets part to maximize the agony. blood squirted up nearly a yard and Jake knew he was toast. He was so horrified as he started to slip from consciousness. He looked up at Trevor who was still hammering in to his collapsing rib cage and tried to make eye contact, pleading.
"Please... not the guys... don't hurt Tyler... please!" Jake was so scared for what was about to happen to his gym bros. Meanwhile his perfect pecs and abs were covered in blackish purple bruises that matched his tattoos. His heart barely had enough space to beat in his collapsing chest. His left pec was noticeably flat, crushed under the sledge. Jake let out a final scream before he started choking on blood, Wesley had made it to Jake's bone and stopped sawing. Instead he grabbed the thigh and started yanking and rotating it.
Jake gargled as he felt his leg rotate all the way around, his foot was backward, then forward, then backward. Jake's hip broken and Wesley looked like he was going to just pull off his massive leg bare handed.
Suddenly Trevor threw down the hammer and motioned for his brother to help lift Jake onto the counter. The luxury home had a generous kitchen and wide counters but even they were barely big enough to hold the pile of broken muscle the brothers plopped on it. Jake was barely conscious. His leg was bleeding out of control and it was going to be just minutes before it was lights out.
"So you idiot like playing with microwaves, huh?" Trevor opened the microwave door and turned the appliance on the counter. Jake became suddenly aware of what was happening and he started screaming and pleading but still for his friends and not himself. "Please don't hurt them! Please"
He heard Trevor enter and inordinate number of digits into the control panel and jam a screw driver into a door close sensor in the front of the machine. He pressed the 'on button'. Jake could feel the turntable moving under this thick brown hair and he suddenly had an extreme headache. His eyes felt like they were burning and his nose was bleeding. His body tensed up and he struggled with a vigor the brother's hadn't seen from him in a while. The two brutes grinned as they held him down.
"Noooooo!"
BLOOOOOOSH
Jake's head exploded. Violently. The inside of the oven was coated in a thick slurry and bone fragments. The top of his skull had hit the top of the microwave so hard that the metal cabinet was dented. They pulled his headless body out of the microwave and threw it on the kitchen floor. Even without a head and with a body covered in bruises, Jake was still hot. The two ripped his clothes off like animals to really admire the stud.
"What a beefy fucker,"
"Yeah, let's turn this douche into slop!"
The modern kitchen was filled with disgusting crunching as Wesley and Trevor wailed on Jake's chest, pounding his muscles until they were bursting under his skin. While Trevor continued crushing Jake's ribs Wesley ran to the basement and fetched a large wooden vice. They positioned his huge bicep under it tightening until it bulged under the strain. The huge hunk of muscle actually popped like a muscle balloon, his tattooed skin rupturing and his muscle erupting out. They didn't stop until his once huge bicep was all over the floor. The two used their massive boots to stomp his other arm until it was a ruptured husk, his bones snapping and his broken muscle squirting out in chunks.
They finished removing his nearly severed leg with a chain saw then cut away he other one into big, heavy chunks. Trevor revved up the chain saw and slowly lowered to toward Jake's lemon sized, ruptured nuts. As soon as they were caught in the teeth, the chainsaw snatched them off of his body turning into a spray of goop that covered his abs.
While Wesley but the chunks of meat into the microwave one at time until they exploded, Trevor was sledging Jake's chest until his chest burst open. His abs collapsed, the rock hard things were completely destroyed and were mingling with his crushed organs. The microwave broken after the third chunk so Wesley just took the chain saw to the left over leg chunks until they were only the size of a deck of cards. Trevor was on his knees grabbing Jake's ribs and prying them open with his hands. He felt them crack slowly at first and then suddenly his check exploded open like a gore book. His guts and organs bulged out.
Jake's body was quite a mess but the two deranged brother knew they could do better. They dragged a sturdy piece of wood up from the basement. They were going to turn it into new cabinets but had a better idea. They placed the board on top of Jake's body and both hopped on top. They held hands for balance as they jumped up and down full force in unison. Six hundred bounds of solid muscle as pressing down on Jake like a giant vice. They could feel the board getting slightly lower as another bone snapped or an organ burst. Chunks of Jake's insides were squirting from under the board. After an hour the board was only four inches off the ground. Most of Jake was in a gross piled that was being squirted out around the board-turned-vice. However, try as they might they couldn't get the board to compress totally to the ground. They lifted it and squealed in delight at the unrecognizable shit show. Jake's entire body had been flattened like a cartoon, every muscle had ruptured and no organ was remotely intact.
The two gave Jake a few parting shots before heading out of the house.
