Splatter Heights Incident - Blending Philippe

Ryan had been looking for Jake for a while. A long while. At first, Philippe, Pierre and Tyler were too busy being obnoxious jocks, drinking, tossing the football and snacking to realize. Philippe and Pierre were bragging about their latest sexual conquests, each trying to show he was bigger muscle slut. Tyler was getting really turned on listening to his two hot straight friends going into more and more graphic detail about their sex lives, but he suddenly realized that Ryan and Jake had been gone a while.

"Um, guys. Hasn't Ryan been gone a long time?"

Philippe and Pierre merely grunted. It had been over an hour since they had seen Ryan, so it had been at least two since they had seen Jake, but they just assumed the two were off goofing around. Evening was setting on Splatter Heights and the abandoned houses seemed even emptier without the glow of street lamps or lights glowing out of windows. Tyler wasn't quick to panic, but he was starting to get worried about Jake and Ryan. Ryan was kind of a buffoon so him disappearing for a laugh wouldn't be unexpected but Jake had promised to take Ryan upstairs and fuck his brains out as soon as got back from the bathroom, and it wasn't like Jake to be late for an appointment with a tight jock hole. Plus, Jake just wasn't a practical joker. Something wasn't right...

"Guys! I think we gotta' go look for them," Tyler had to shout to be heard over Philippe and Pierre's inane babble. The two jocks looked at him with dumb, vapid looks on their faces.

Tyler groaned. He explained that the abandoned houses were full of hazards and it was very possible their friends had ended up crashing through a floor or falling into an exposed basement. Maybe they had gotten lost in the streets lined with look alike houses. Philippe and Pierre seemed unconvinced that anything had actually happened to Ryan or Jake but Tyler was wigging out so they decided to take him seriously.

"Okay, fine. Let's go look for your boyfriend," Pierre laughed.

Tyler's handsome face blushed, "Jake isn't my boyfriend, we just fuck sometimes."

Philippe got in front of Tyler and looked him in the eyes. Tyler's mind was starting to run wild with all of the awful things that could've happened to his boyfriend and his worry must have been etched on his cute young face because Philippe became much more serious. He motioned for Pierre to kill the music.

"True talk man, I know you like Jake, and it isn't just fucking,"

Tyler was stunned at Philippe's blunt assessment.

Philippe continued, "I promise you he's okay, alright. I promise you. We'll go find 'em." It was a stunning show of empathy that demonstrated Philippe may have had more of an emotional range than his bro persona let on.

Even though it was only early evening, without street lamps or any other source of light, it was going to get very dark in Splatter Heights as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. Philippe handed out flashlights along with the bottle rockets they had packed to set off in the abandoned streets. They would head in different directions and if they found anything or needed help they would set off a rocket. With no other artificial lights, a firework would stick out like a sore thumb.

Philippe was a soccer player with massive calves and an upper body to die for. He had massive, tattooed biceps and huge pecs that mounded over his broad, ripped abs. Philippe's abs were etched, nearly as jacked at Tyler's, and perfectly sculpted. His torso, which he called 'The Rock' at the gym was the pinnacle of male perfection, and absolute monument of beefy, sexy masculinity. His legs were massive, with thighs that looked like tree trunks and strong calves. To top it off, his perfect body was capped with a beautiful face with a square jaw, kissable lips and eyes that could bore into your soul. And as if all of that wasn't enough for Philippe to win sexiest fucker of the year, his pants were bulging with a pair of huge  nuts and a cock that had made women orgasm just at the sight of it. His donkey cock, like the rest of him, was huge and throbbing.

Philippe made his way down the lane and turned onto a darkened street. He looked back the way he came and there was no trace of Tyler or Pierre. He kept going until he reached an intersection. He called out for Jake and Ryan before choosing a direction at random. He was on Wisteria Crescent one of the least finished parts of the development. None of the houses were remotely finished and there was nothing but crumbling wooden frames and random construction machinery everywhere. It was the perfect place for a muscle stud to accidentally get fucked up.

"Jake! Ryan!" Where are you?" he called out. He nearly stumbled into a giant hole - an abandoned basement - and suddenly became much more aware of the danger. Fuck, this isn't funny!

"Come out you guys! This shit isn't funny!" 

He continued down the street until he heard two sets of footsteps rapidly approaching. He turned to see Trevor and Wesley bounding toward him. The two brutes were still covered in chunks of Ryan and were grinning wickedly. It was like something out of a horror movie.

"What the fuck!" Philippe instantly recognized the stains on the two men was real blood. And they were massive beasts of men. Each of them were the largest most ripped jock Philippe had ever seen and he correctly deduced there was no way he could take on both of them.

He let out a bitch like scream as he ran from the gore covered brothers back toward base camp. He was shouting out for help but the other guys were too far away and his screams were being blocked by all of the ruins around him. Philippe turned and was stunned to see the two giants were bounding toward him like track stars. Philippe tripped and fell, landing on his pretty face, and had barely gotten back up before Trevor jumped on his back, nearly cracking it. 

Philippe shouted but Trevor just stunned him with a punch to the back of the head. The brute's massive fist felt like a hammer. Trevor rolled Philippe onto his back and he and his brother admired the adorable muscle god. Wesley but his blood soaked boot on Philippe's crotch and pressed down not hard but enough to signal to Philippe that he should stay down. Philippe looked up at them in terror.

"Wha... what do you want?"

Wesley looked down and sneered. His boots were getting wet from a fresh batch of Philippe's piss soaking through his jeans. The scared little bitch was actually pissing on himself even with all of those muscles and hard-ass tattoos. The brother's didn't bother to answer Philippe's stupid question before Wesley stomped on his nuts and Trevor punched him so hard in the face his nose snapped. Philippe screamed as Trevor smashed his face again and Wesley crushed his nuts nearly to popping. Philippe's deep voice was droning in pain as Trevor jack hammered his face and Wesley was stomping him out of the gene pool. Horrifyingly, Philippe realized that Trevor was holding back. Even though his nose was totally shattered, he could tell the giant muscular monster wasn't using his full strength; otherwise his skull would have been cracked.

"Please!" 

The two brothers stepped away and looked at Philippe. His handsome face was covered in blood, his piercing eyes were swollen nearly shut and he was clutching his flattened balls. The giant organs felt like they had burst. The laughed at him as he struggled to his feet and tried to run. They let the horrified teen make it nearly twenty feet before pouncing after him.

"No!" 

Philippe was knocked on all fours. Before he could get up, Trevor kicked him in the ribs, lifting the bulky stud off the ground. Philippe screamed and clutched his chest. It felt like the giant had cracked his ribs. He tried to crawl away but Wesley stomped on his back. A huge bruise erupted under his shirt. Philippe fell flat on his stomach and screamed. The brothers laughed as they rolled Philippe onto his broad back, his mounding pecs facing skyward, his abs detailed in his sweat and mud soaked shirt. Philippe looked up at the two slop covered thugs and noticed scraps of fabric the same color as Ryan's shirt. His blood ran cold as his dumb jock brain made the connection.

"Please! Please! Don't!"

Wesley stomped on Philippe's crotch and the hung teenager screamed. Meanwhile Trevor had revved up a chain saw and was approaching Philippe with tauntingly slow speed. Philippe wailed like a little scared bitch and tried to get up to run but Wesley just kicked him on his side and sent him on his back. Philippe's liver was bruised and he thought he was going to vomit from pain. Philippe begged and pleaded as Trevor knelt down and slice through his leg. A fountain of blood and bits of fabric and muscle splattered his face and shirt. The whirring blade sliced through his beefy jock leg like a warm knife through butter, not stopping until it hit the ground under him.

Philippe was in agony and he reached down to try to stem the out of control arterial spurts. He screamed as Trevor slowly lowered the chainsaw toward his mounding crotch.

"Not my balls!"

The chainsaw caught the fabric of Philippe's jeans and ripped the crotch off. A moment later his saggy scrotum got caught in the whirring blades and his balls were yanked forward, liberating from his body with a wet tearing. Philippe vomited as his hunky nuts were turned into a spray of gore by the blades followed immediately by his huge cock which exploded into gory ribbons. Philippe screamed and begged as Trevor stopped the blade just before it came into contact with his ripped abs. The brothers hoisted the screaming stud upright and drug him over to a large wooden construction crate. Wesley roughly bent the bleeding, one legged jock over the crate and spread his ass cheeks. His virgin hole was puckering and he was screaming and bleeding. While Wesley held Philippe up, Trevor revved up the chainsaw and positioned it just over his buns like he was about to slice a loaf of bread.

Philippe could feel in agonizing detail as the chainsaw sliced his bubble butt in two, each muscular cheek separated from the other. Philippe gasped and screamed as his intestines spilled out from between his sawed open legs. His stomach was dropping, too and it seemed like every organ was racing for the exit. Trevor didn't stop slicing until the saw had sliced through his abs from the inside, rupturing his perfect abs. One of the mounding bundles of muscle flew away; Philippe was suddenly one 'can' short of an eight pack. Remarkably, Philippe stayed conscious as the brothers flipped him over and threw him onto his back. He was delirious, begging and screaming in horror as he looked down to see his guts spilling onto the ground. The brothers ripped off his shirt and both grabbed chainsaws.

"Fuck no! Please!"

The brothers sliced into Philippe's perfect, rock hard abs, slicing them open like a roast. Philippe's beer-filled stomach erupted as it was sliced and his guts were splattering the three men. Unfortunately for Philippe he was totally conscious, screaming for mercy, until Wesley's chainsaw sliced through his heart. The stud instantly stopped thrashing and his crying eyes were staring into space awash in incredible sadness. The last thought the brainless muscle idiot had was how he had promised Tyler everything was gonna' be okay. Boy, was he wrong.

The brothers cheered and silenced their chainsaws. Philippe's broad chest was torn open. They dug their meaty hands into his chest cavity and started pulling and squeezing whatever they could. They tore off reach rib one by one; Wesley pulled out Philippe's still pulsing left lung and tore it apart like and animal. Trevor found his kidneys which he yanked out and pulped in his bare hands. Literally miles of intestines were pulled out and ripped apart, showering the brothers and the corpse like confetti. The long dead Philippe just stared up, his bloodied face still stained with tears as every organ in his torso was mangled by hand. The brothers played catch with his punctured stomach until it disintegrated into goop.

They looked down at the split open jock and grinned. They drug his body toward a pit. Inside was a tunnel boring machine, a huge machine with  rings of razor sharp teeth that had been used to dig the sewers for the area. Luckily the brothers had kept the abandoned machine in working order all of this time. They had radically modified the machine so that the grinding face, ten feet of ground pulverizing teeth, were pointed face up. The pit looked like a giant blender, probably like the same Nutra Bullets the dumb jocks had all used that morning to make their protein shakes. Wesley activate the machine then crawled out of the hole to stand next to his brother. The two brutes lifted what was left of Philippe and tossed him into the whirring blades. 

BLOOSH

Philippe's hunky body erupted into a shower of gore. Half a leg went flying. His bicep hit Trevor in the face. It looked like a giant hunk of meat had been dropped into a giant's blender.  The brothers laughed as Philippe's meaty body was blended until it looked like a messy jock milk shake. A continuous shower of sludge splattered all over the brothers and they could hear Philippe's muscles being torn apart and his bones cracking.  They knew he was a beefy fucker but even they were surprised by the mess. The cocky womanizing stud was nothing but absolute, disgusting slop.

They grinned as they climbed out of the pit and went to hunt down the last two studs.

Splatter Heights Incident - Crushing Ryan

 

Ryan, the clear alpha of the group, finished pounding back another beer like it was water, burping loudly as he threw the can onto the ground. The group had migrated to the front yard throwing around footballs and listening to music from Tyler's speaker, the pop music echoing off the empty houses. Being the only people in a space intended for hundreds was weirdly liberating. Pierre and Tyler ran naked through the over grown yards, stopping in front of empty windows as they pretended to pose for non-existent residents. 

Everyone laughed at the two's ridiculous antics and Phillippe starting digging into the chips and salsa when suddenly Ryan looked around in confusion.

"Where the Hell is Jake? That little twerp,"

Tyler shrugged, "He had to shit,"

Ryan checked his watch "Yeah, that was over an hour ago,"

None of the airheaded bimbos seemed overly concerned, immediately going back to snacking, drinking and horseplay. Ryan, however was a tiny bit concerned. It wasn't like there was a glory hole the horny Jake had found to stay busy. Ryan scanned the street's decaying homes and stopped on a large two-story colonial that had partially caved in with trees growing up through what was once probably a luxurious living room. Ryan felt a pit in his stomach.

"You guys, what if, you know, Jake's hurt? I mean this place is kind of a shit show," he said gesturing toward the ruined house. Jake was beefy enough to be the final straw for some water-logged floor; what if he had fallen through somewhere? Again, no one seemed concerned.

"Well if you're so worried about your boyfriend, go look for him," Tyler jeered as he tossed the football to Ryan. 

Ryan caught it effortlessly with one hand and quickly rocketed it back to Tyler in a tight spiral that nearly knocked the tight swimmer on his back. Ryan laughed as he headed in the general direction Jake had gone and Tyler turned up the music.

Ryan had gone a couple blocks and turned a corner. He could still hear his obnoxious friends, but just barely.

"Jake!  Jake! Come out, come out where ever you are!" Ryan joked as he continued to walk down the lane. His booming voice echoed off the houses as he got further and further from camp. He thought he heard a deep male voice chuckling behind the decaying ruins of 1728 Morning Glory Circle and he grinned mischievously. He whistled coyly as he approached the partially collapsed home.

He heard the giggling again. It was muted, like the guy was covering his mouth, and he heard noises coming from behind the house. Clearly Jake was setting up some kind of practical joke and it was all Ryan could do to pretend not to hear him as he approached the house. Suddenly the sound of a machine's engine roaring to life came from the backyard. 

"What are you up to, douchebag," Ryan grinned.

Ryan had eyed the various pieces of abandoned equipment and thought it might be fun to use some of it to pulverize some of the houses. Kind of like a real life version of a video came. The clueless muscle jock was too dumb to even stop to consider the extreme danger of such a 'game'; all he cared about was having fun with his bros. 

Ryan was a former Abercrombie greeter and it was obvious why. He was breathtakingly handsome with flawless skin, perfectly quaffed brown hair and a body that was damn near perfect. He had a broad chest, well-defined, hard abs and a dazzling mile. His arms and glutes were bulging with muscle and he he was all around quite large, a beast of muscle yet somehow entirely proportionate. He was the cute, unassuming looking boy next door who could probably beat your ass without breaking a sweat.

As he approached the house, Ryan could hear someone call something out from the backyard. It was a deep male voice and the utterance was too quick to be made out clearly but he was sure it was Jake fucking with him. Ryan grinned and ran around the side of the house hopping over the ruined wooden fence to the back yard. He grinned at what he saw.

The once manicured lot had grown into a field of wild corn, the stalks up to his pecs. In the middle was some kind of large machine with a crane arm attached holding up what looked to be a bundle of brand new dry wall. There were at least 20 sheets. Ryan was surprised at how white and new they looked considering how everything else, including the drywall that was safely inside the houses, was mossy and molding. Instead of immediately realizing that this was unusual and being alarmed, the creatine chugging idiot just smiled and made his way to the machine.

"Fucking sweet!"

He hopped into the cab and pretended to know what he was doing as he messed with the controls. The load of dry way spun wildly, striking one of the upper floor windows and smashing it. 

"One hundred point!"

Ryan was about to push another random button when he heard the deep masculine laugher. This time it was was quite clear and nearby. He turned expecting to see Jake but instead he saw Trevor and Wesley. They had put on fresh overalls since slaughtering Jake and were looking at Ryan with evil, wicked grins. Even though the beefy studs were quite handsome - and Ryan was shallow enough to equate a person's looks to their trustworthiness - something about them seemed off.

"I see you like playing with other people's toys!"

Ryan didn't notice Wesley grab something from his toolbox.

"Who the fuck are you guys?"

Wesley and Trevor just looked at him.

"Slater Heights is property of the Slater Heights Development Corporation. You don't belong here, construction workers only!" Trevor barked, somehow still sounding calm and pleasant as he took as step toward Ryan.

They were now only a few feet away and Ryan could make out the logo on their uniforms. It was the same antique that was on the fence they had hopped to get to the abandoned neighborhood. It was weird to see it used contemporaneously. That's when Ryan suddenly remembered the legend of the killer brothers... 

Ryan erupted into deep, wall-shaking laughter, crossing his bloated arms over his rock hard stomach. As he laughed, every muscle in his body seemed to tense and flex as he shook making the dumb jock look even hotter.

"Lemme' guess. You two are the evil brothers, right?"

Ryan hopped off the machine and was now just within arm's reach of him. He was still laughing as he looked at them. The overalls over naked bodies really added to the deranged look these two hulking jokers were going for. Ryan, assuming they were just just a couple of knuckleheads out having a good time extended his hand.

"Hey, I'm Ryan. Me and my guys have some beers a couple blocks back. Wanna' hang out and chill?"

Ryan knew absolutely nothing about the two ominous men other than the fact they were fellow meat heads and good looking. In Ryan's limited world view, that made them just about perfect. Ryan's friendly smile was quickly replaced by a howl of pain as Wesley slammed his face with a wrench. His jaw popped but the giant had clearly been holding back, otherwise Ryan's face would have been hamburger. 

Ryan held his swelling cheek and looked at Wesley in shock. "Hey! What the.... FUCK!"

The two brothers pounded on Ryan who clawed and scratched pitifully under their six hundred pounds of muscle. As they sat on his chest, crushing his ribs, their massive fists slammed into his face over and over in a precise rhythm with Trevor getting in a punch with each fist followed by Wesley. Ryan's perfect nose was flattened. Teeth were being knocked down his throat. He screamed as he heard gross cracking in his head. He perfect cheekbones, the ones that had landed him his Abercrombie gig, here fracturing and breaking. His sinuses were collapsing. Ryan couldn't believe human fists could be so large and powerful; it felt - and looked - like his adorably muscle stud face was being flattened by a pile driver.

Even though Ryan was a beefy fucker, his muscles were one-hundred percent from the gym, not practical use. His fighting skills were so bad he couldn't have fought a parking ticket, let alone two massive brutes. Ryan screamed and begged, desperately swinging but his powerful fists just bounced off the brothers. Ryan's skull was being pounded so hard that his head was starting to sink into the ground, embedded in the dirt. He heard a cracking and a wet sensation behind his beautiful right eye as his orbital socket broke. 

Even though it felt like it had been only a few minutes, to Ryan it felt like he had been pummeled for days. He was starting to black out and his screams - though deep and hunky - were becoming fainter.

The brothers snickered as they rose to their feet, admiring their handiwork. Ryan looked like a pile driver had landed on his face. Most of his teeth were either knocked out or knocked in, his lips were swollen and split. His nose was gone, totally flattened. His cheeks and forehead had split open and one of his eyes looked like it had caved into his head, the eye socket imploded and swollen. His entire face one one swollen disaster. No way he'd land a modeling gig now. 

Ryan whimpered as the two drug him toward the machine and threw him on the ground on his back. He tried to stand but that was quickly stopped after one of his beefy legs bent the wrong direction. Trevor had taken his trusty sledge hammer to his knee, knocking his leg backward. Ryan howled in pain and collapsed.

"Are you going to stay down?" 

Ryan whimpered and nodded yes but Trevor wasn't convinced. Ryan threw his head back and screamed like a bitch as Trevor shattered his feet with the hammer. Wesley joined in with another sledge, pulverizing his thick jock thighs. Ryan could feel his bones breaking and his muscles bursting open like zits, crushed and ruined under the hammers. Ryan's eyes crossed and his screams were stopped in his throat. Wesley had missed his thigh and the head of the sledge landed on his bulging crotch. Both of Ryan's balls instantly burst flat and his cock was destroyed, the once mounding pile in his pants was totally flat.

"Ooops!"

Ryan was delirious as Trevor turned his feet and shins into unrecognizable goop. His feet had broken on the first impacts and now Trevor was just mutilating them. One of Ryan's thighs broken open, a river of blood spilling onto the ground.  

"No! Please!" Ryan looked up and weakly rose his arms in horror. He thought the brothers were going to pulverize his chest with the hammers but they set them aside. His relief was short though. They went to the side of the house and got a piece of rebar and held it over his perfect navel. Ryan instantly knew what was about to happen and screamed hysterically, pissing and shitting on himself as the brothers held the rod high above him and plunged it into his guts. Ryan's perfect, hard abs, didn't stand a chance as he was pierced with the metal rod. He screamed and his eyes rolled back as they kept pressing, destroying his guts, until only a few inches of the rod were visible. His golden tan chest was covered in blood and his intestines were starting to bubble out of the wound, kind of like his abdomen was suddenly full of pressure.

Trevor hopped into the cab of the machine and Wesley watched as the stack of drywall was positioned over Ryan. Ryan looked up and screamed at the heavy load suspended over him. There was literally a half ton of material dangling over him. He desperately tried to lift himself with his powerful arms but the more he jostled, the more his guts were destroyed. He screamed as the bar sliced his liver in two. CRACK. His frantic moving had wedged the bar between a rib and another sharp move had snapped it. Ryan, who had remarkably lifted his torso a few feet off the ground, fell back and wailed in agony. 

"Say good bye, douchebag!"

Ryan was laser focused on the drywall; it was all he could see; and his broken jaw opened wider than it had in his entire life as he let out a blood curdling scream. Trevor let the load fall, but was still attached to the suspending chain. One thousand pounds of building material slammed into Ryan in a fraction of a second. His beefy body was instantly compressed to a few inches. It was way too flat.

Chunks of Ryan flew out from under the load, which was now just off the ground, in every direction. The brothers cheered as Trevor slowly lifted the load off the bubbling mess. Several thick, gelatinous slags were clinging to the bottom, kind of like how gum sticks to your shoe and the ground when you step on it. Ryan's exploded heart was mixed in with the slime and landed back on the pile with a wet thump.

As soon as the load was fully lifted, Trevor let it fall again full speed. This time it totally touched the ground. Every piece of Ryan had burst or been blown out from  under the weight stack. Wesley fetched a shovel and scooped the chunks of Ryan that had splattered into the field back under the weight stack. SPLOTCH. A big piece of Ryan's leg that had flown away after the first impact was turned into muscle sauce. Another slam pulverized Ryan's skull - what was left of it - into nothing but a blob.

Trevor and Wesley cheered as they lifted and lowered the half-ton stack over and over like a giant smashing a bug until he stack was embedded nearly a foot into the ground. When they lifted it a final time, they couldn't believe the mess. Ryan had turned into complete, utter muscle slop. He was just a gross, mushy blob of gore with no recognizable features. His perfectly tanned skin mixed with his splattered muscle, organs mixed with bone. Hair blended with dirt. Anyone casually looking might have mistaken the once model-hot sexy muscle jock as some kind of shapeless byproduct of industrial animal slaughter.  The largest piece of Ryan's giant, bulging frame was a blob about the size of a grapefruit. Even that lasted just a few moments before Trevor's boot stomped it into goo. Trevor was literally up to his shins in jock sludge.

The two brothers looked at each other and grinned as they made their way toward Millennium Gate Court...

The Splatter Heights Incident - Nuking Jake

  

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.

Painting The Walls With A Ginger

 

Kyle was twenty, five feet eleven inches of perfectly sculpted muscle. The hot ginger had virtually no body fat on his tight frame, letting every rippling inch of his musculature stand out. His wild red hair on the top of his head matched the flaming bush that sprouted around his huge nuts and thick, veiny cock. Kyle was one hot ginger jock alright. He was so hot that thirty year old Aaron didn't think twice about pulling over one hot Texas afternoon and offered to give Kyle a lift.

Kyle's beater of a car had broken down a few miles outside of town and it was over one hundred degrees outside and no shade for miles. Kyle gladly accepted the kind strangers offer and hopped into the car. Kyle was wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt drenched in sweat. His clothes were clinging  to his hot body and Aaron was paying more attention to his hot passenger than the road.

Aaron was about Kyle's height but easily had one hundred pounds on him. He wasn't fat, but his previously muscular frame had softened a bit from his hey day. No bother, he knew he was more than strong enough to do what he had planned.

"Hey man, that's my turn off," 

Kyle pointed to the fork in the road Aaron had just breezed by. Aaron ignored him. Kyle thought Aaron hadn't heard him so pointed it out again and Aaron glared at him. CLICK. Kyle rose an eyebrow when he heard the doors lock. 

Kyle was getting a little worried but figured he could take the dude if it came to it. 

Aaron abruptly pulled over and ordered Kyle out of the truck. Kyle, glad to be free of the weirdo, hopped out but was immediately confronted by Aaron who had pulled a handgun from under  the seat and was pointing it right at Kyle's heart. Kyle pissed on himself and begged but Aaron just laughed. He ordered Kyle to drive the truck and go exactly where he told him to. To make sure Kyle didn't try anything dumb, Aaron sat in the passenger's seat with the pistol pressed into Kyle's bulging crotch. One false move and Kyle's nuts were going to paint the inside of the truck. Kyle drove until it was evening, far from anything, until Aaron told him to pull onto a long driveway. The little cabin was so far back from the road Kyle couldn't see it. 

"Get out!"

Kyle slowly opened the door and hopped out of the truck. He started begging but that just got Aaron hot. His cock was throbbing in his shorts. He barked at Kyle to strip, all the while pointing the gun at Kyle's chest. Kyle peeled out of his sweaty clothes and stood with his hands to his side. Aaron couldn't believe his luck, today turned out to be a great day for hunting. Kyle looked incredibly hot in the twilight and  Aaron walked up and pressed a hand on his meaty pec, slowly running it down Kyle's rippled abs as he pressed the barrel of the gun against Kyle's temple. Kyle cried and cowered in terror as Aaron explored every inch of his hot body, pressing the gun against his head or his chest or his back, making sure Kyle knew who was in charge.

Finally the light was starting to drop too low for Aaron to admire his catch so he ordered him into the cabin. It was tiny, a single room. It was nothing more than a hunting shack; Kyle couldn't believe anyone actually lived in it. In the lamplight, Aaron kept licking and rubbing all over Kyle, the gun pressed against his dangling, heavy nuts. 

"You're really gonna' spruce this place up," Aaron whispered in Kyle's ear. Kyle didn't understand the comment.

Aaron slammed the butt of the gun into Kyle's face, cracking his pretty jaw and knocking out several teeth. Kyle wailed in agony. He begged, he'd done exactly what Aaron wanted. 

CRACK

Kyle's nose erupted in blood, smashed under the gun. Kyle was dazed and fell to his knees. He looked up at Aaron sobbing. 

"Please! I didn't do anything!"

Aaron laughed at the pathetic jock as he sent his foot sailing between Kyle's legs. He let out a shriek as he fell to his side. Aaron grabbed Kyle by the hair and dragged the kicking and screaming hunk to the middle of the cabin. Kyle tried to get up and run away but Aaron pistol whipped him until his face was a swollen, bloody disaster. The hot jock was barely recognizable. Kyle was so dazed he could only moan as Aaron tied him spread eagle to the floor with chains attached to pegs placed in the floor. Aaron's alacrity with the task and the fact that the chains and floor hooks were already installed made it obvious this wasn't the first time Aaron had done this. Kyle screamed as he writhed against the chains, pleading and begging.

"Please! Please let me go!"

"No! I told you, you're going to help me decorate,"

Kyle was confused  and horrified. He was on his back, chained to the floor totally vulnerable. Aaron placed his boot on Kyle's nuts, slowly pressing them into the floor. He could feel the massive things flattening under his weight as he pressed into them and ground his foot in. Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs as Aaron started stomping his balls as hard as he could, the floor vibrating with each blow. Kyle was delirious and threw up as one of his balls explosively burst in his swollen sack. Aaron's cock was raging and he stripped out of his clothes. He wasn't in nearly as good of shape as Kyle but he was bulkier and stronger and his muscles were bigger than Kyles just not as cut - not like that mattered now.

Aaron left he cabin and Kyle could hear him rustling around outside. He struggled desperately to get free. His popped nut was swelling horribly and the pain was mind altering. Try as he might, the only thing Kyle's struggling did was make him look even hotter, all the toned muscle wriggling around, and Aaron came back into the cabin just in time to see it. Kyle looked at the naked maniac in the doorway and let out a guttural, pleading shriek.

Aaron walked deliberately slowly across the room holding a pick axe. Kyle begged and pleaded and his struggling became much more urgent but Aaron's cock just leaked, hard as a rock as he soaked in the Opera of the Horrified Jock. When he was standing between Kyle's spread legs he swung the axe straight down, puncturing Kyle's sack. Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs and Aaron laughed as he pulled out the axe and swung it again, this time hitting Kyle's dick. His jock cock was ruined in an instant and Kyle was delirious with pain. The axe came down again straight into Kyle's muscular thigh. A torrent of blood shot out and Kyle's eyes crossed. He screamed in panic as he watched himself bleeding heavily and pleaded for  help but that just got Aaron harder. Kyle's other thigh was punctured, then his beefy bicep. Kyle wailed as Aaron kept ramming the pic axe into his biceps, thighs and balls. Aaron loved feeling all that muscle being punctured and turned to shreds.

As Kyle screamed and got light headed, Aaron ran outside and returned with a sledgehammer. Kyle found new strength to struggle frantically at the chains, pleading and sobbing. Aaron kept swinging the giant sledge string the ground just inches from Kyle's body. Kyle was hysterical, bleeding from countless stab wounds, horrified. Aaron tired of toying with Kyle so sent the sledge down directly onto his eight pack abs. The tough muscles were destroyed, turned into fibrous mush, but still held on barely enough to keep the sledge from plunging into Kyle's guts. He wasn't so lucky after the fourth blow. Kyle whimpered, unable to scream, as the sledge hammer disappeared into his stomach, smashing through his intestines. His abs had split open like swinging doors and Aaron whooped in delight. He continued to slam the sledge hammer into Kyle's torso, feeling like he was smashing raw hamburger as the hammer's head would get stuck in the pulped guts. 

Kyle's ribs cracked instantly, crushing his heart and puncturing a lung. Kyle let out one last gasp before his body went limp. Aaron recklessly slammed the sledge over and over into Kyle's torso crushing his internal organs, turning his heart in to a stain, pulverizing his ribs and sending more and more of Kyle's guts flying. Aaron was swinging so aggressively that when he pulled the sledge hammer back for the next blow, it was slinging back chunks. Aaron took aim at Kyle's crotch, absolutely pulverizing it. Kyle's sex organs were instantly turned mush but that wasn't Aaron's true goal. He kept slamming the sledge hammer into Kyle's crotch until he felt Kyle's pelvis and hips starting to break. Aaron concentrated on the hip and crotch on Kyle's left side, occasionally missing and slamming into Kyle's broad thigh. The muscle was getting pulverized. Kyle's hips and pelvis were shattered, his guts were oozing out from the gaping hole in his abs and his left leg was barely attached to his body. 

After a few more blows, Aaron threw down the sledge, crushing Kyle's stomach, which had meet knocked to the upper part of his chest cavity by the violent slamming earlier. He undid the chains on Kyle's ankles and grabbed Aaron's left ankle pulling his leg straight up at an unnatural angle. The earlier crushing of his hips had destroyed the socket and Aaron grabbed Kyle's meaty thigh with both hands and tugged upward. For leverage, he stood on Kyle's torso to hold his body down and could feel Kyle's bladder explode and spill spill piss all over his foot. Aaron was up to his ankles in hot jock, both feet firmly inside Kyle's abs, squishing his organs as he yanked on Kyle's leg. With a gross tearing, Kyle's beefy left leg was freed from his body. Aaron held it up like club by the shin.

It was a massive, heavy hunk of pure muscle with an ivory white bone sticking out of the top. It looked and felt like a club. Aaron used it as such, slamming it into Kyle's handsome, bloody face. The dead jock's face was being smashed by his own thigh and the leg itself was being destroyed by Kyle's rock hard skull. Aaron used Kyle's let like a mallet until it snapped backward at the knee. He picked up his sledge hammer and cracked Kyle's head open like a mellow. Jock brain went everywhere. Aaron stood on Kyle's split open head and hopped, feeling his skull crushed and his brain and eyeballs popping under his bare feet. 

Kyle's arms were hacked off next. Aaron aimed destroyed his shoulders with the mallet until they were no longer attached by bone, just with skin. Aaron grunted and moaned as he pulled each arm completely arm, each one holding on until the last moment by stubborn ribbons of skin. He took Kyle's muscular, gym toned right arm and snapped it like a twig over his knee. He slammed each one into Kyle's mutilated, gaping check cavity until the muscles had burst and turned to jelly.  Aaron looked down at his handy work.  Kyle's head was a chunky pile of unrecognizable gunk. If it wasn't for the tufts of red hair, it would have looked like a gross Halloween display. It was so mutilated it didn't look real. His chest was blown completely open. His guts were broken and splattered where his abs used to be, every rib was gone, his kidney and liver were mostly just disgusting mush clinging to the bottom of Aaron's feet. His stomach and heart were in the same place, both crushed, and his pecs had imploded like collapsing soufflés. It was quite the scene.

"Time to decorate!"

Aaron fetched a double barrel shotgun from a closet and put the barrel inches from the slop pile that used to be Kyle's face. BOOM! A huge spray showered Aaron and the walls.

BOOM! Aaron unloaded into Kyle's chest. Pieces of his spine sprayed out like shrapnel. The powerful close range blasts were like bombs going off in the gunk and the walls and ceiling were starting to drip with Kyle. Aaron unloaded a dozen bullets into Kyle's torso, splattering the cabin, before moving to Kyle's right leg. The thick thigh meat exploded as the shotgun shells ruptured them. Aaron put another ten shots just in Kyle's thigh, or rather the pile that was left after the first two shots. His lower leg was next. Kyle's foot made a perfect accent splatter on the wall. 

Aaron looked around, Kyle was mostly on the walls and ceiling. Just one broken leg and two mutilated arms that had been thrown into the gunky pile remained. The walls looked great, but they could be better. Aaron whistled as he made his way outside and wheeled in small woodchipper. Luckily most of Kyle was already in pieces, the machine couldn't possibly have handled the whole stud. 

The teeth ground Kyle chunks like a hungry animal and Aaron happily fed it. It was spraying a chunky, mostly liquid paint in the perfect shade of Dumb Jock Red all over the room. Aaron was soaked. He picked up a handful of Kyle's smashed guts and tossed them in. He had to snap Kyle's flattened, but still beefy arms into smaller pieces to feed to the machine. It rewarded him by painting the rear wall Kyle Bicep Crimson. Kyle's meaty legs were way too big for the machine. Aaron just chain sawed them into pieces small enough for the machine until gallons of ginger jock legs were dripping from the ceiling and walls. Aaron was literally getting dripped on as he picked up a fragment of Kyle's skull to feed to the grinder. 

"It's raining men..." Aaron sang to himself as the rain of guts and blood oozing from the ceiling showered him. 

Unfortunately the machine clogged after Aaron threw in too many smashed organs, ribs and spine fragments at once. Aaron shut it off and looked at what was left of Kyle's carcass. He put his boots back on and stood on what used to be Kyle's right sculpted pec. He proceeded to jump up and down, landing full force on the increasingly small chunks that were left over. Kyle's last barely recognizable organ, his liver, exploded. The last vertebrae of his backbone was shattered. Aaron hopped on Kyle like a child playing in a puddle, which Kyle essentially was.

Satisfied, Aaron picked up the sledgehammer. Kyle was nothing but wall decoration and soup on the floor, but Aaron knew he could do better. He methodically hunted down the last things resembling chunks and made quick work of them with the sledge.

Aaron, the cabin and his tools were covered in slop. It was glorious.

Let's Blow Up Chris Evans & A Random Jock!

 

Just messing around in DaVinci Resolve. Enjoy this little clip of Chris Evans painting the wall.

Tearing the Hot Technician In Half

    

THIS IS ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION for entertainment purposes only. No real-world ill-will is wished upon any of the models depicted and absolutely nothing in this blog should be acted out in real life.

“COMING SOON: THE SHOPPES AT SPINNER’S END”

Xavier barely registered the words on the giant sign he narrowly avoided hitting as he turned his car quickly into the parking lot of the still under construction luxury shopping center. The exterior of most of the buildings were complete but their interiors were mostly unfinished with only the basic framing of walls. Xavier checked the clock on his dash; it was 9:15 AM on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. Unfortunately for him he was due at the sight at 7 AM sharp.

Xavier was a senior technician at a network infrastructure firm who had been awarded a handsome contract to outfit the tony shopping center with state of the art sensors and networks to enable an internet-of-things-powered futuristic experience throughout. Augmented reality displays, real-time shopper tracking tied to AI which would intelligently show targeted digital ads that followed users throughout the shops and seamless indoor 5G were just some of the amenities. The hype was quite high but none of it would work without the extensive networking equipment Xavier was supposed to be installing and setting up for a test demonstration.

He parked his car in front of a storefront that already had its White & Black House Market signage installed. His boss Austin’s car was already there, as was another blue sedan Xavier didn’t recognize and a work truck. Xavier fixed his face in the mirror before hopping out of the car, grabbing his equipment from the trunk and heading inside.

Though the exterior looked complete, inside the future-store was one giant empty space with only a few roughed in walls and all manner of construction equipment strewn about. Mark noticed two relatively short, brawny construction workers with the same logo as the work truck examining something near the entryway. They nodded politely before resuming their work.

Xavier was flush and sweating as he walked up to Austin and a middle aged black man in a suit.

“There you are,” Austin interrupted his conversation to greet Xavier, doing a poor job of hiding his annoyance.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, please meet Xavier Jackson . He’s the lead engineer of the Icarus Project. He’s going to be outfitting this store for our demo Monday.” Austin introduced Xavier to the black man.

Xavier set down his equipment and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Fitzgerald,” 

Mr. Fitzgerald let out a friendly chuckle.

“Oh please, call me Justin. Nice to meet you, I’m the president of the development firm. I was just coming to check what all the hype was about...”

Justin continued to exchange pleasantries and over his shoulder Xavier could make out his boss mouthing something but he couldn’t make out what. Xavier was slightly distracted by the charming executive, a fit Black man in a well-fitted suit with pants that were cut as if designed to draw one’s eye to his mounding crotch. Xavier swallowed hard as he couldn’t help but imagine what Justin’s pants were hiding.

“... the 5G boosters? Are those being installed today?”

Crap! Xavier realized he had been so busy undressing Justin he wasn’t paying attention to what was being said. In a panic he blurted out the answer.

“Yes, those will be installed today. We’ll have full-bar 5G from here well into the parking lot for Monday’s press demo,”

“Very good,” Justin smiled and turned curtly back to Austin.

Phew, Xavier thought. Austin wouldn’t risk causing a scene in front of an investor; at least the inevitable dressing down would happen back at the office instead of...

“Xavier, a word, please?” Austin asked as he excused himself from he and Justin’s conversation and approached his technician.

Xavier’s heart sank as he was walked toward the front of the store.

“Look, Xavier. I’ve had about enough for your shit. You have been nothing but trouble for months now. I don’t know what is going on with you but...”

Xavier was taken aback. Sure he had been late this morning but was not expecting Austin to go into a rant. Xavier kept trying to get a word in but that only made Austin increasingly agitated. The burly manager was angrier than Xavier had ever seen him.

Austin was in his late fifties with thinning hair. He was somewhat short at just five foot six and bulky, like he used to be quite muscular decades ago and it had since degenerated into fat and excess skin that was now stuffed into his too-tight jeans and polo shirt. Just the site of the sweaty dude was enough to make Xavier’s stomach turn.

Xavier, on the other hand was a thirty-five year old olive skinned Syrian jock with a body that looked like it was molded from clay. He had a trimmed goatee and beard and was looking quite good in his tight white uniform shirt that seemed painted onto his corrugated abs. He considered himself quite handsome and it showed in his overall attitude. Like how he was actively not listening to Austin’s rant as his mind contrasted his own gym-honed body with the sweaty, fat, balding old man screaming in his face.

“...I oughta’ knock you down a peg, Xavier!”

Xavier immediately tuned back into Austin’s rant as soon as his brain perceived the shockingly blunt threat Austin had just made. Man, I can’t wait to tell HR about this, Xavier thought to himself as he opened his mouth to speak...

SLAP

Xavier’s massive biceps flexed reflexivity as he rose his hand to his face. Austin’s fat, clammy hand had just slapped him clear across the face. The impact was so loud that the two construction workers looked up briefly and Justin’s eyes darted up from his phone to investigate. Austin’s slap was more shocking that it was hard, but still stung. 

“What the fuck, Austin?” Xavier spat out. 

He took a step forward making him toe to toe with Austin, his large belly nearly touching Xavier’s rock hard, flat abs. Xavier puffed out his chest and clenched his fists to accentuate his biceps, clearly taking on a fighting pose, as if it was even necessary. It was evident that the hunky technician would mop the floor with the overweight, slow old man. Justin was now looking up intently - though he was pretending to be reading his phone - as if waiting for the next shoe to drop.  Oh shit, Xavier thought, he had just stepped up threateningly to his boss and cursed at him on a job site. He was going to be fired for sure. That fat fucker set me up, yelling at me until he knew I would explode...

CRUUUNCH

Xavier’s machinations were rudely interrupted by a ridiculous pain screaming from between his legs. Xavier’s dark eyes crossed and his mouth opened in a funny ‘O’ shape as Austin’s knee was still implanted into his crotch. 

“Fucker...” Xavier coughed hoarsely. 

Austin withdrew his knee and slammed it again into the stud’s berries, driving them into his pelvis. Xavier let out a howl as the man’s tremendous weight gave the blow an especially painful boost of inertia. By now Justin had taken a few steps closer, his distracting phone tucked away in his pocket, and the two workers weren’t even pretending not to be watching the drama unfolding.

“Fuck you, Austin. Wait until the fuckin’ police hear about this you fat fuck,” 

Xavier was over civility. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and had only dialed a single digit before Austin reared his arm back and punched Xavier square in the chest. Austin’s form was far from the graceful perfection Xavier employed in the boxing ring but it was effective nonetheless. Xavier coughed as the wind was knocked out of him and stumbled backward, dropping his phone in the process. What the fuck, Xavier thought. He reached down to grab it and was nearly struck by a flying shard of plastic.

STOMP

Austin had ground his tacky, heavy tennis shoe into the fragile device and his weighty size meant utter destruction. Austin stomped on the clearly broken phone several more times and Xavier just looked on with growing confusion - and anger. 

In a rage, Xavier let out a grunt, totally oblivious to anyone else around, and lunged at Austin. Despite Austin being easily twice Xavier’s weight, the well-trained athlete was able to tackle his boss to the ground with ease. Austin landed on his back and the two rolled around in a sweaty ball of fat and muscle, Xavier’s fists slamming into Austin’s face and chest as he abandoned all inhibitions but to Xavier’s surprise the usually sniveling old man was holding his own, landing several well-aimed punches to Xavier’s face and body.

“I think that’s enough,” 

Justin had walked over and was looking down at the fight.  The two continued tussling. Xavier was on his knees straddling Austin’s chest, pummeling his shielded face. Because of Austin’s girth, Xavier’s legs were spread obscenely wide and Justin could make out a slight lump at the bottom of the V created by Xavier’s widespread knees. The opportunity was perfect, the executive thought.

CRUNCH

Xavier let out a howl and fell off Austin, clutching his balls. Justin wasn’t sure if his aim was going to be good enough, but judging by the thick, meaty bulge he felt warping under his shiny black shoe and the subsequent reaction by the tanned jock, he was confident he had made his target.

“I said that was enough,” Justin barked. His voice now sounded much deeper, almost sinister, than the almost flowery execu-speak tone he had earlier. 

The two workers put down their tools and cautiously made their way over to the scene. Xavier was still rolling around nursing his balls when he felt someone grab his shoulders and wrench him to his feet. CRUNCH!

Justin was holding Xavier upright by his broad shoulders and was slamming his knee into Xavier’s balls over and over, grinning silently in stark contrast to the funny, shrill noises Xavier was making. Even though it was covered by a sharp suit, Xavier could tell Justin’s body was well conditioned and the executive knew his way around a gym, and the power and aim of his blows was proving Xavier right. Xavier screamed and tried to cover his crotch but Justin just slammed his knee into Xavier’s cupped hands, forcing the terrified jock to crush his own nuts. 

Thinking he would be clever, Xavier arch his leg back and was about to send it sailing between Justin’s legs but his leg was caught mid air by one of the construction workers. Xavier was trapped, standing on one foot being held up by his cocked-back leg by the worker and being held up by the shoulders by Justin. What the fuck was going on. The construction worker laughed as he lifted his foot and connected squarely with the fleshy lump in Xavier’s jeans from behind.

“Ooooh!” Xavier’s eyes crossed. His baby makers were being annihilated by the worker's powerful work boots and Justin’s devastating knees in well orchestrated choreography. If Xavier didn’t know better he would have guessed the setup was staged. 

In a panic Xavier sent his fist sailing wildly at Justin and it connected squarely with his jaw, the Syrian jock’s bicep proving to be as powerful as it looked. Justin’s head was knocked to the side and the dazed executive lost his grip on Xavier momentarily. It was all the time Xavier needed to pull his leg free from the construction worker and try to take a step away from the melee.

CRUUUNCH

“Fuck!” Xavier screamed out. 

Austin, who had been standing watching Justin ruining Xavier’s chances of having kids, lunged forward and grabbed Xavier’s bulge through his pants. The fat manager was squeezing incredibly, insanely hard, so hard that Xavier couldn’t believe that someone who probably couldn’t even spell ‘gym’ was capable of doing it. Xavier’s eyes crossed and he let out a throaty scream as he clawed at Austin’s arm to no effect. Austin’s face just turned red with effort as he squeezed harder. Xavier connected a punch squarely in Austin’s jaw, which did seem to stun him for a fraction of a second, but his boss just laughed and smiled at Xavier as he reached out and grabbed Xavier by the throat.

At the same time the two construction workers grabbed Xavier’s arms and held them behind his back as Austin squeezed Xavier’s testicles and throat with equal fury. Holy fuck, Xavier thought as his scream was stopped in his throat. 

“You fucking cocky prick," Austin laughed as he threw Xavier onto his back.

Xavier grabbed at his throat and coughed as he was surrounded by the two workers, Justin and Austin standing over him.  The looks on their faces - and the fact that it was now four against one - made Xavier freeze, waiting for a more opportune time to strike. 

The two construction workers were in dirty blue jeans, grey T-shirts with a logo Xavier didn’t recognize and hard hats, their skin was bronzed from long hours working outside on the construction site. They were relatively short but powerfully built - more so than even Xavier - and didn’t look like the kind of guys to be trifled with. Even though the inside of the unfinished store was relatively clean aside from the various construction equipment laying about, the two construction workers looked like they had just come in from working outside. It was almost like they had come into the store just to be present when Xavier showed up. The realization that something sinister was happening jolted Xavier with a wave of adrenaline and he started to bolt to his feet but was stopped before he even got the chance by the two construction workers placing their heavy work boots on his chest. They weren’t applying pressure but Xavier was sure they could - and would - crush his lungs like a bug if he tried anything.

“You see, Xavier, I told you I needed to knock you down a peg. Lucky for me some of my friends from online agreed. This whole thing is, what would you call it? A setup,” Austin chuckled.

“If you even pretended to read your emails, you would’ve known Project Icarus has been pushed back a week, Tracey is handling the demo. We just needed you here to play with,” 

Austin looked down at Xavier as if he was drinking in the sight of the big jock rendered helpless. Xavier started to panic as the two workers started leaning their weight into the boots that were pressed against his chest. 

CRUUUNCH

“Christ!” Xavier screamed as Austin’s shoe stomped into his modest but fat nuts.

Xavier tried to close his legs but he was too slow, Justin reached down and grabbed an ankle in each hand. He hoisted them skyward and was stomping he bulge at their intersection before they were even off the ground. Xavier howled and screamed as the modest bulge in his jeans as Justin stomped and grinded his dress shoe into Xavier’s package, the handsome executive licking his lips as he felt Xavier’s jock nuts flattening into his groin. 

“Feels like stomping grapes!” Justin laughed as he delivered a final devastating stomp.

“Oooooh!” Xavier cried out as everyone stepped back and Justin let his legs fall to the ground. 

Xavier clutched his junk and curled into a ball, choking back sobs as he calculated the best way out of the situation. He could easily take on any one of them individually, but together it was a bit much. If it had just been fat-ass Austin and Justin, that might have been manageable, since Justin’s gym toned body wouldn’t be enough to compensate for Austin’s clumsiness, but the two studs were the perfect compliment. Xavier’s mind was racing when one of the workers grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. 

Xavier’s face instantly started to turn rosy red and he motioned that he couldn’t breath as the worker smirked and walked Xavier toward the wall until he was holding his back against it. He slowly lowered Xavier to his feet, which greatly reduced the pressure on his neck, but kept a firm grasp on Xavier’s throat.

“Do anything stupid, I’ll break your neck,” the worker stated coldly and Xavier was sure he wasn’t being hyperbolic.

The second construction worker took a box cutter to Xavier’s shirt, sending fabric flying and showing off Xavier’s hunky upper body that was covered in short curly black hair. He then knelt down and unzipped Xavier’s jeans and pulled them to his feet, followed by his underwear. Xavier’s shaved nuts were slightly swollen and bruised from earlier but still looked otherwise fine. His cock was a tiny nub, barely three inches with its oversized head tucked inside his foreskin. Xavier’s face flushed with embarrassment as all eyes were on his tiny cock. Everyone was laughing hysterically. To add insult to injury, Austin was pointing and laughing so hard he was crying.

They couldn’t believe that such small equipment was attached to the intersection of such meaty, muscular legs. Xavier’s package, that might have looked okay on a smaller guy - or one who wasn’t so overtly masculine - was humorously disproportionate on Xavier’s sturdy frame. 

“Wow, God dropped the ball making you!” Xavier sneered pointing, “He grabbed everything out of the ‘man-sized’ basket except for your junk, that’s clearly from the ‘child size’ lot!”  

Everyone was roaring with laughter. Suddenly the worker between Xavier’s legs grabbed Xavier’s exposed ball sack as squeezed viciously while yanking down so far it seemed like he was determined to detach them from Xavier’s body. Xavier let out a terrified scream and - without thinking - kicked out, knocking the handsome construction worker over. 

“You little shit!” 

The man quickly regained his footing and stood up, reaching down and grabbing Xavier’s nuts pulling them upward as he squeezed. Incredibly hard. Xavier could feel both of his nuts smashing into each other in his bag as they were forced to compete for less and less space. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as the man mixed up his approach, placing one palm beneath Xavier’s nuts and the second above it, clasping his hands together. Xavier’s nuts were being sandwiched between the set of strong hands and Xavier could feel the callouses pressing into his swollen, flattening balls.

“AAAAAAA!”

The construction worker sneered as he let go of Xavier’s nuts; “Who’s next?”

The guy who was holding Xavier against the wall by his neck spun him around, wrapping Xavier in a powerful bearhug. Xavier struggled but was trapped, his dangling nuts exposed to whatever the other three wanted to do. Justin took the opportunity first and reached out and grabbed Xavier’s nuts, he gave them a quick sharp squeeze before squatting so that Xavier’s crotch was eye level and proceeded to use Xavier’s reddening nuts like a speed bag. Xavier thrashed and tried to kick out, but it was no use, Justin just dodged the sloppy kicks or laughed off the ones that connected. 

Austin was up next. He didn’t want to risk being kicked by Austin’s powerful legs so had hunted down a long metal rod laying on the floor. Xavier’s eyes grew huge with terror.

“What the fuck! Nooo!”

WHOOSH

CRRUUUNCH

Xavier blacked out for a second as the impromptu bat connected with his swinging nut sack, slamming into the right side. The bat connected three more times, each time eliciting a higher-octave scream. Austin wasn’t just striking randomly, he always struck from the right, making sure Xavier’s right nut was getting the brunt of it, swinging so hard Xavier thought his bag was going to burst like a pinata. 

“Stop! Please!”

The worker holding Xavier was both impressed and amused at the struggling technician in his grip. Xavier was putting up quite a fit but he was no match. To be sure though, the second worker was standing by holding a 2x4 that he would be aiming at Xavier’s skull if he happened to escape. 

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Even if he weren’t obese, Austin would have been working up a sweat from the effort he was exerting. Xavier’s nuts - or more precisely his right  nut - was being wrecked and the more swollen it got the more excited Austin was getting. Xavier could make out his boss's stiffy clearly outlined and hard through his pants. Justin was rubbing his own cock through his slacks and judging by the long strokes it was taking for Justin to cover its entire length, Xavier could tell it was quite big.

“That looks fun, let me try!” 

Austin got in one last blow to Xavier’s nuts before tossing the metal bar to Justin. Justin gripped it with both hands, took an exaggerated batting stance and let rip with objectively the hardest blow so far. Xavier once again suffered a mini-blackout as his overwhelmed mind shut down from the sensation. His right nut felt like it was going to break in two. CRUUUUNCH CRUUUNCH. Xavier was writhing and struggling as the two took turns wailing on his balls until they had both worked up a heavy sweat, their cocks raging in their jeans and Xavier’s odds of passing on his genetic code were significantly reduced. Through the entire assault, Xavier could feel the enormous cock of the guy holding him pulsing against the small of his back.

By the time they were done his sack was a purplish disaster, his nuts were horribly swollen and covered with bruises. The hot construction worker who had been holding him let him fall to his knees but the respite was short. Justin hoisted the exhausted hunk to his feet and walked him over to a work table. There were some small tools and interior sketches for the future store that Austin and Justin brushed casually to the floor. Xavier groaned as Justin placed a hand on the back of his head, bent him over the table and slapped Xavier’s perky, muscly ass. The handsome executive stepped out of his slacks and spit on his hand, lubing up his throbbing ten inch cock.

“Let me show you what a real cock feels like!”

“Ooooh! Fuuuuuck!” 

Xavier’s eyes rolled into his head in a mix of pleasure and pain as every inch of Justin’s cock disappeared into his hairy asshole. The table creaked and groaned as Xavier’s asshole was pounded and Justin’s nuts slapped against Xavier’s hard ass. Xavier was moaning as Justin grabbed his head and pulled back, forcing Xavier’s back to arch.

“Oooh!” 

Xavier’s prostate was being demolished with each thrust and the two workers stepped out of their jeans and started stroking their truly horse-sized dongs. Xavier’s eyes were watering as Justin fucked his ass and Austin used the metal pole like a giant pool cue, poking Xavier’s swollen busted sack whilst he was being pounded. Despite himself, Xavier felt his cock starting to swell up and after a few moments it was at its full astoundingly disproportionate six inches. 

“Look at it!” Austin roared in laughter.

“Probably why he works out so much. Compensating,” one of the construction workers joked, grabbing Xavier’s rock  hard, massive biceps and giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, too bad there isn’t an exercise for that tiny dick,” laughed the other worker who was pumping his cock with both hands and even that didn’t seem like enough coverage.

Justin flooded Xavier’s ass and stepped back, his big Black cock still throbbing. Xavier crumpled to his knees but was rolled onto his belly by one of the workers. He struggled as the big brute mounted him like a horny dog, Xavier’s ass raised in the air. Xavier screamed as he felt like he was going to be ripped in half.

“You’re splitting me in half!” Xavier pleaded as he felt twelve inches of cock annihilating his insides.

The other worker was next and Justin was about to jump on the train but decided to kick Xavier’s dangling nuts instead.

CRRRUUUNCH

“Ooooh!” Xavier screamed and collapsed. It felt like his nuts had finally cracked.

The group of men stood over him laughing and mocking him. All of them had stripped down but Xavier was clearly too distracted to admire the two construction worker's rocking bodies or Justin’s toned body, and he wasn’t delusional enough to be remotely attracted to his overweight boss despite the fact he was stroking his thick nine incher over Xavier’s torso. Xavier thought he was going to be the victim of a very messy bukkake as the four moaned, stroking their dicks and admiring the splayed stud on his back, his nuts swollen and purple. 

Austin placed his foot on Xavier’s nuts, slowly pressing them into the ground. His weight by itself would have made the crushing devastating but Austin was actively leaning into it, grinding and pressing. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of the squishy organs becoming less and less round.

“Fuck you!” Xavier snorted as he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back giving Austin the satisfaction of a scream.

SPLOTCH

“Oooooooh!” Xavier threw his head back and let out a scream so tremendous Austin’s face lit up in evil pleasure. There was a distinct crunching sensation and Austin swore he felt something pop in Xavier’s hideously bloated nut sack.

Austin lifted his foot and was about to stomp again when one of the workers walked up with a long piece of plywood.

“Golf?”

“Noooo!” 

WHOOSH CRUSPLOTCH

Xavier nearly passed out as the beefy fucker used the plywood like a giant, flat golf club, crushing his plums into his body. His equally beefy friend was next, followed by Justin and Xavier. The gang carefully made sure at least four feet were pressing down on Xavier at all times, canceling out his increasingly weak attempts to escape. They played the equivalent of a round of golf on Xavier’s nuts, nearly turning his birdies into roadkill, but Xavier’s cock stayed hard. The four golfers mocked the muscle stud’s small cock relentlessly.

Justin especially liked stroking his large, thick cock over Xavier’s face, taunting him with its size.

“Look how small it is, fuck!” Justin joked as he stroked the shit out of his own huge tool. 

“Yeah, like a kid!” one of the workers chuckled, both of his hands busy with his cock.

STOMP

Xavier roared in a pain unlike anything he had experienced as one of the workers stomped straight down on his hard cock. 

SNAPPPP

The thick shaft snapped in half and everyone laughed as the worker lifted his foot and stomped down again. The worker had taken off his work boots but it didn’t matter; he was still two-hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle.

“FUCK!”

CRUSPLOTCRUNCH

Xavier’s cock was ruined. It had pancaked like an imploding skyscraper, getting shorter and shorter as each ‘floor’ of his cock was crushed into shapeless sludge. By the time the assault was over, Xavier’s already small tool was permanently three inches, a blackened nub. Xavier was fading out of consciousness but was snapped back to life by a warm, foul smelling stream of liquid splashing his face. Austin was pissing all over his hunky former employee, laughing as Xavier inadvertently swallowed a mouthful and  gagged.

“That looked fun,” Justin smirked as he stomped and ground Xavier’s crumbling nuts into the ground.

“Try with these!” 

One of the workers tossed one of his heavy Timberland boots to Justin, who slipped it on whilst the contractor put on the other. The two took turns testing out the boot on Xavier’s sack, eliciting all manner of castrato screams and pleas for mercy. Xavier’s balls were turning black, swollen beyond believe and felt much less firm.

“Look, they’re almost normal size!” Austin laughed, punting Xavier’s now-egg-sized balls with his toe.

Everyone laughed and stepped back, allowing Xavier to roll onto his stomach, clutching his balls and trying desperately to calculate a way out of this nightmare. His bronze muscular back was a masterwork of male perfection, glistening with dirt and sweat, the exact opposite of Austin’s grossly overweight body. He placed his foot on the middle of Xavier’s back like a foot stool and pressed down hard.

“Ooooh!” Xavier screamed. He thought his back was breaking as it arched reflexively.

“Fucking worthless piece of shit!” Austin shouted as he stomped into Xavier’s back, forcing his body to flatten out.

Xavier collapsed onto his belly and Justin reached down and lifted his legs into the air.

“Please...” Xavier cried out weakly. Justin just laughed.

CRUNCH

Justin stomped onto Xavier’s cock, further destroying it. The four took turns on Xavier’s cock until there was a sick terminal crunch and his cock lost all hope of ever functioning normally. Xavier was nearly out of it, still struggling against their holds but not really much of a challenge at that point. 

He vaguely remembered being dragged over to another work bench in the unfinished store. Justin was holding his limp body up from behind and the two workers had positioned his bruised, dangling nuts into a huge woodworking vise. The commercial-grade vice would have been overkill for entirely intact balls, let alone Xavier’s jelly-like orbs. Xavier begged and struggled so hard that Austin had to help Justin keep him in place. The two construction workers closed the vice with purposeful slowness, thoroughly enjoying every second as Xavier’s balls got flatter and flatter.

POP

“OOOOOOOH!” Xavier thought he was going to lose his mind as a disgusting crunch signaled the end of his right nut.

The abused thing had gotten too flat and had split like a grape in the bag. The vice was further closed, deliberately slow and the two workers gave a vivid play by play of the front row view they had of the end of Xavier’s family line. 

“Oh, it’s getting so flat! Looks like it’s gonna burst!”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it hasn’t popped by now!”

Xavier’s left nut was a tough fucker, getting impossibly flat before Austin called out for them to stop tightening the vice and release Xavier’s sack. They looked at Austin quizzically but were confident that whatever sick idea Austin was cooking up was going to be worth watching.

They threw Xavier on his back and he barely reacted. In his mind he was still fighting back, but in reality his lumbering muscles were barely twitching. Austin grabbed Xavier’s right hand and admired its size and power.

“I bet this can do some damage!” Austin said in genuine admiration. 

He placed Xavier’s hand over his half-empty sack and pressed down as hard as he could, both of his hands stacked on top of Xavier's. Xavier moaned weakly as his nut was flattened under his own hand and even in his diminished capacity could make out in gross detail every small pop and splish as the membranes around his nut started to crack. He struggled to move his hand, clawing at Austin with his free hand, but Justin and the two workers held him in check. There was a big crunch and Xavier’s eyes opened as adrenaline flooded his body. His left nut - his LAST nut - was starting to crack! He had to do something. The terrified buck suddenly sprang  to life, pulling at the men holding him down with renewed vigor, thrashing and nearly escaping but Austin was still forcing Xavier’s hand to squash his own nut.

The closer Xavier’s beefy Syrian seed pod came to spilling all over the floor the more frantically he fought back. SPLISH. Xavier pleaded and screamed. CRUNCH. The workers tasked with holding down one of Xavier’s legs was actually knocked back by the bucking stud. But it was no use. Xavier’s strong hand was fighting a battle with his left nut that was now literally as flat as a pancake.

Xavier’s hand won.

SPLOOOOOSH

Xavier blacked out as the left side of his scrotum split open and a chunk of his ruined nut squirted out. 

“Ooops!” Austin feigned surprise.

“You got a little something on your hand,” he laughed as he pressed Xavier’s hand further toward the ground, causing more of his sack’s contents to squirt out all over his palm.

“Time of the finale!” Justin announced to cheers.

Xavier was forced to his knees and was barely awake, though still struggling, as one of the workers walked over with a caulk gun. Without ceremony he shoved the tip slightly into one of Xavier's nostrils and squirted in a small amount of a gunky material that smelled like burnt plastic. His other nostril was next and Xavier panicked as the material rapidly hardened. He could only breathe out of his mouth and that airway was blocked immediately by Austin’s raging cock. Xavier gagged and wretched as Austin skull fucked him violently, his thick neck bulging as Austin’s cock slid down his throat. More concerning was that Xavier couldn’t breath! His  nose was totally blocked and his mouth was stuffed with cock. Xavier pleaded, though only mumbled noises came out and his face started to turn red. In desperation he bit down on Austin’s cock, causing the fat old man to scream out and pull his dick out.

“Oh, you wanna’ be cute?” Austin sneered.

Austin stepped aside and Xavier watched in horror as one of the workers stepped up and slammed the metal bar from earlier into his cheeks, once from each side, then slammed it right into Xavier's open, screaming mouth. If they had been playing baseball, Xavier's teeth would have been knocked out of the park. As it was, most of them were knocked out of this head. 

Xavier was stunned, too pumped with adrenaline to pass out again, choking on his broken teeth and blood as Austin plunged his dick back into his mouth, holding it there. Xavier struggled and pleaded, his broken jaw and shattered teeth useless to be used as an impromptu penectomy machine. He was running out of air and Austin chuckled as he watched the life draining out Xavier's eyes. Fuck, even bruised and toothless he’s still a handsome fucker, Austin had to admire.

The passing out technician gave one last effort to break free - his eyes open wide in terror - before finally succumbing to the lack of oxygen, his skin had taken an unhealthy bluish tinge. As soon as Austin felt Xavier's body going limp he couldn’t hold back and shot an enormous load straight down Xavier's throat, coating his healthy breakfast with a thick creamy layer of sperm. Austin’s body was wracked in a long orgasm and Justin and the others watched, stroking their own cocks, as Austin had fun with his toy.

When we had done he stepped back, casually cleaning off his cock, as Xavier flopped forward. The lumbering stud was making weak gasping noises and his back was barely heaving to show everyone he was still - barely - alive.

“Our turn now!” the two workers announced in unison, their cocks raging.

Justin and Austin looked at each other and smiled wickedly. The four easily carried the blacked out stud out of the back of the store to a large clearing. There were rolls of sod stacked up and bricks still on pallets giving a hint of the future well-landscaped plaza the area was going to become. But for now it was just a large muddy field in the shadow of an unfinished Abercrombie & Fitch.

Xavier tried to convince himself to come too, but couldn’t. He was vaguely aware of activity around him and heard what sounded like two large machines coming to life, almost like engines. There was a rattling of chains and Xavier was picked up and moved around like a mannequin. 

“Oooh,” Xavier groaned as his eyes barely opened.

The workers had each taken an ankle and wrapped a heavy chain around it before attaching the other end to the digging arm of a small excavator. The two machines - that would one day be used to dig the foundation of a stylish fountain - were about to  be used for a far less civilized display.  Xavier was nearly fully conscious and realized he was on his back, one leg tied to a heavy piece of equipment and the other leg tied to an equally massive machine.  The two machines were actually not huge as far as construction equipment went, but their powerful claw-like arms were more than capable of producing a tremendous amount of torque.

“Oh good, he’s awake!” one of the worker shouted. 

“What the...” Xavier, still groggy, was growing increasingly aware of the danger.

The two construction workers hopped into the small cabs of the excavators and grabbed the controls. They slowly started moving the digging-arms Xavier's legs were tied to - in opposite directions. Even though the machines were barely moving, Xavier felt a horrible tugging on his pelvis and screamed out. He was being torn in half like a turkey wishbone. 

“Oh God, Please!”

Xavier let out a guttural scream as his legs were pulled further apart, he felt his hips starting to break. He screamed and screamed as the machines moved faster and faster. There was a repulsive snapping and crunching as his right leg was ripped internally from its hip socket. Xavier was delirious, praying he would pass out before the two evil construction workers ...

RIII-SPLOOOOOOBLOOO--IIIP

Xavier's handsome face was frozen in terror and shock - before it was torn in half-  as the two digging arms suddenly jerked full power in opposite directions. Xavier's beefy body was torn in two as if a child had torn a paper doll straight down the middle, holding a severed leg in each hand. There were wet plops as a huge gory pile of entrails spilled out of Xavier's split open body as the two halves were flung several feet apart. 

The workers who was dragging Xavier's left side gave a moan of pleasure as he shot cum so hard it splattered the roof of the cab. A second later there was a moan from the other excavator as the second worker unleashed a fountain of cum that splattered his face and chest. He was still wracked in orgasm as he maneuvered the controller, causing the right half of Xavier's body to be lifted into the air before slamming down. His muscles were strong, but were no match to such a force and the entire muscly half-of-a-body was permanently flattened.

“No fair!” the other worker said jokingly.

The excavators swung to life, their digging arms swinging from side to side, raising up and down and plunging into the earth, taking Xavier's increasingly mutilated body along for the ride. Austin gave a woot as Xavier's right arm flew off.  Meaty chunks were flying in all directions as Xavier's body disintegrated like a rag doll.  Justin cackled as both of Xavier's legs snapped like toys before breaking apart into dense chunks of muscle. What was left of Xavier's head was mutilated beyond recognition, just a goopy stain in the middle of the unfinished plaza, chunks of his brain littering the ground. Though he was thoroughly enjoying it -as evidenced by his throbbing cock - Austin clapped his hands as he checked his watch.

“Time to start cleaning up,” he said casually as if the splattered, gory mess was just a spilled glass of milk.

Xavier had been a brawny, husky, sexy fucker. Incredibly dense with muscle and sex appeal. He was now nothing but a beefy, chunky mess of gore and organs.

“Wow, I guess he really did have guts,” Justin chuckled as he eyed the miles of Xavier's intestines that were now strewn along the ground like confetti.

“See, told you that meaty son-of-a-bitch would make a mess,” Austin smiled and the two workers nodded in agreement.

Before disposing of the mess, the four deviants stood over Xavier's blown open chest, or what they thought was his chest, they couldn't really tell from the extreme mutilation - and stroked out one final load all over what was left