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...