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.