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.
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