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.
Trevor and Wesley were down to their last stud. They weren't even trying to be stealthy as they chased Tyler through the ruins of Splatter Heights. Tyler had stumbled upon them approaching down a dark lane and, unlike his idiot friends, immediately recognized there was something horribly off with the two giant brutes. They let out a war like scream and ran after him.
Instinctively he ran toward 1420 Millennium Court where his friends had setup camp, convinced that someone would have been back by now.
"Guys! Guys, help! Help!"
Tyler sounded like a prissy little girl as his awesomely hot, ripped young jock body raced toward the house. Tyler was the smallest of his friends but easily the most defined. His virtually fat-free, taught body looked like it was sculpted from marble. His abs were hard as rocks. His arms were large, not massive, and perfectly defined. He was blisteringly attractive, even his straight friends had to give him credit, and his gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair made him a big hit with the ladies and the fellas, though he only had eyes for Jake. He would pencil his future name, Mr. Tyler Gregory (Gregory being Jake's last name) into the margins of his class notes. It was ultra cute puppy love and their fucking was porn-caliber. Completely outrageous muscle-on-muscle plowing that would leave them both gasping, moaning and covered in sweat and cum. If they had setup an Only Fans and just filmed themselves fucking student loan debt would likely not be an issue. However, at the moment Tyler had more pressing concerns. Like the two blood covered beasts racing toward him.
Tyler, being relatively light, was a fast little ball of muscle but these two body builders were gaining on him like they were track stars.
"GUYS!"
Tyler burst into the front of the house expecting someone to be there but it was abandoned. A second later, Trevor and Wesley barged in and tackled Tyler to the ground. Tyler let out a horrified wail as Trevor slammed his massive fist into his mounding crotch, nearly rupturing one of his testicles and causing his cock to bruise. Trevor slammed his fist over and over into his junk and Tyler thought he as going to pass out. Meanwhile Wesley has punching his face and chest.
Tyler's model-like face quickly became a bruised, bloody disaster and one of his molars were flying out of his mouth. Tyler tried to fight back but it was no use.
Suddenly, the brothers stopped and stood up. Tyler looked up stunned and in silence as they talked amongst themselves. Both of their evil faces lit up as they looked down at the bruised stud. Trevor put his heavy, bloody boot on Tyler's chest to stop him from trying to get up as Wesley left to fetch something. Tyler's eyes opened wide in horror as he was wrenched to his feet.
Wesley was carrying a wooden 2x4 from the construction site and started slamming it into Tyler's abs. The strong muscle protected his delicate guts and stomach from the worst of it but they were being worn down quickly and were bleeding and bruised before Wesley stopped. Tyler thought he was going to vomit. He assumed it was from sheer pain and had no idea his kidney had partially ruptured.
They threw him to the ground and he tried too crawl away on all fours but the brothers just took turns kicking him ruthlessly, lifting his muscular body into the air with their viscous kicks. A rib cracked. His liver bruised. Under this shirt, Tyler's perfect tanned body was become a giant bruise. He wailed and screamed as Wesley kicked him square between the legs, lifting his ass off the ground. The reaction was so funny that Trevor followed. Tyler fell to his stomach and Wesley grabbed his ankles and pulled them skyward. His bloody boot hovered over Tyler's crotch for just a moment before slamming down.
Tyler threw up as his right testicle, a massive thing the size of a kiwi even before it was swollen, explosively burst in his shaved sack. Tyler grabbed his crotch and sobbed and begged for mercy. Trevor had retrieved a sledge hammer and slammed it into Tyler's thigh. The tough muscle was horribly injured and Tyler screamed as the hammer found his leg again then his crotch. His last testicle exploded, making a sloppy mess inside his scrotum. Tyler's eyes crossed and he blacked out, too stunned to even scream.
When he came too he was standing in the kitchen where Jake - his boyfriend - had been turned to slop. He was being propped up by Trevor and Wesley was standing smiling. They had gone through Jake's wallet and had seen an adorable picture of the two muscle studs kissing from a mall photo booth so they knew Jake's death chamber had to be the first one they showed off to Tyler.
"Wake up, stud! It's show and tell!"
The lights were on in the kitchen so there was no mystery that the place was a house of horrors. It had been a hot day and Jake was a huge amount of raw hamburger so the smell was already overwhelming. Tyler knew he was looking at a completely splattered corpse but couldn't begin to tell whose it was. Wesley picked up a large flap of skin that used to cover Jake's shapely pecs and held it up to Tyler's face. He instantly recognized the distinctive tattoos and knew the gory mess was all that was left of Jake. His dreams of 'Mr. Tyler Gregory' was gone. Tyler was in stunned disbelief. The weight of a whole lifetime of memories - stolen kisses at the movies, a wedding day, kids, arguments, waking up next to Jake in old age - being crushed (literally) before they could even form was too much for Tyler's pea brain. The young jock was experiencing a pain of loss beyond his comprehension and he blacked out, collapsing into a husk of muscle Trevor easily kept upright.
The goop-filled pit where Ryan was crushed was up next. They waited for Tyler to come to and held huge lanterns to light the bubbling pit. Tyler recognized the scraps of clothing as Ryan's and threw up. The brothers laughed as they threw him into the pit! Tyler screamed as he was coated in jock puree and mud. They fetched him out screaming and writhing and drug him effortlessly to the drilling machine they had used on Phillipe.
There wasn't enough left for Tyler to even guess whose goop he was looking at but knew instantly who it was when the brothers described his arm tattoos. Tyler sobbed. Phillipe had been been such a genuinely nice guy, not to mention hot as fuck and the brothers laughed and laughed as they described how Phillipe had screamed and pleaded.
"He was like a little bitch!"
Pierre's pile was last. Some of his guts were still hanging from the tree limb and Tyler dry heaved at the sight and smell of his pulped gym buddy.
"This guy ate some dynamite !" Trevor laughed.
The guys weren't saints but they didn't deserve anything like this. Despite his agonizing sorrow and the pain throbbing from this ruptured testicles and injured internal organs, Tyler couldn't help but get mildly aroused as he replayed the gory images he had seen in his head. He could just imagine Pierre exploding from the inside out showering him with his guts. Just the thought was making Tyler... Hard! Hard as a rock!
The brothers saw the tent in Tyler's pants and roared in a deep, inhuman freakish laughter. The tent was hard to miss. Nearly a foot of thick jock cock was straining in his pants and that was despite the horrible pain and shock. If Tyler had seen Splatter Heights sans beat down he probably would have lost his load at the very first crime scene.
"Looks like you like seeing those muscle idiots pulverized, huh?" Wesley teased.
"N-no. What the fuck, that's sick!"
Tyler's cock told another story.
"Tell you what, we just want to have a bit more fun with you and you can leave, kindred spirit," Wesley winked at Tyler.
Tyler struggled but Trevor had him locked firmly in place. The two tore Tyler's clothes off and admired his perfect, bruised up body and mushed, huge nuts. They used him like a punching bag but Tyler could tell they were barely putting a fraction of their strength into it. After an hour of using Tyler they drug him back to the Jake's murder house into the basement. It was dimly lit and filled with construction tools and other weird things Tyler didn't recognize.
Wesley bound Tyler to a chair with his hands free before securing his right hand to a table. Tyler screamed and begged as Wesley grabbed his left hand like a puppet and forced it to grasp the handle of a saw. Tyler screamed and a crimson spurt of blood hit his face as Wesley puppeteered him into cutting off his own right hand! The saw was sharp and the pressure was intense so it didn't take too long. Immediately after Trevor doused the wound in iodine, sprinkled some kind of emergency clotting agent powder and tightly packed it with fabric he had collected from Tyler's torn shirt. They drug him up the stairs, down the street and to the gates of the community.
"Don't ever, ever come back. You hear me!"
Tyler was clutching the mutilated stub with his left hand and sobbing. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his side. He looked down to see a knife had been plunged into his belly and quickly pulled out by Wesley. The look on Wesley's face made it obvious he wanted to keep going and totally gore the dumb hot stud but he was holding back. Tyler swooned as he was picked up and hurled over the fence. He landed on his back, injuring it, and was barely able to get to this feet.
An adrenaline rush the likes of which Tyler had never experience flooded him. He was hyper focused. Every heart beat felt like a drum. He was singularly focused on a single mission: Get help.
He ran through the corn field, the decaying ruins of American-dream style homes fading from view.
32 Years Later: January, 2052
Virtually no attention was paid to the execution of notorious murderer Tyler Jackson scheduled to take place one day before the historic inauguration of the fiftieth President of the United States. The inauguration had sucked all media oxygen out of the room and the execution of a killer whose spree thirty-two years ago had been a media sensation was barely acknowledged. After the horrors that happened there, Slater Heights was finally torn down and rebuilt into a tony mixed use housing and shopping district where shoppers gayly spend money and drink wine over the graves of the Splatter Heights Four. What tiny 'legacy' the four muscled idiots had was wiped away and forgotten.
The night of the slaughter Tyler barely escaped to the highway and was picked up by a passing motorist and rushed to the hospital. He told the police everything about the fateful camping trip to the suburban ruins, detailing how his four muscle-stud friends had been ruthlessly slaughtered by two crazed guys pretending to the be the haunted brothers of urban legend. Tyler's gruesome injuries - and the fact that the other four boys were missing - backed up his story. Days later, wanting justice for his friends, Tyler left the hospital on crutches and lead police to the scene. Signs of the slaughter were everywhere, exactly where Tyler described it and the remains, what was left of them, were consistent with the manner of death the brother's had described for each victim.
It was obvious Tyler wasn't bluffing about his friends' deaths but something was off. All around the crime scene, investigators only found evidence of Tyler's involvement. His right hand print was on the controls of the lift that had crushed Ryan. His hand print was on the bat and microwave panel where Jake was turned into slop. The control panel of the tunnel grinder that have pulped Phillipe only had Tyler's prints and Tyler's foot prints and hand prints were all over what was left of Pierre. They scoured the area for weeks but only found forensic evidence pointing to Tyler. More damming, the police searched Tyler's computer and found dozens of graphic and gory videos, all of them featuring hot guys being turned into complete slop. He had spent countless hours on sites like Cute Dead Guys and blogs like Hunks of Beef and Splattered Hunks and had engaged in dozens of depraved, twisted conversations on the dark web with equally minded people. He tried to explain it was just a fetish and that he would never hurt anyone in real life, but the evidence kept mounting.
Tyler's right hand print, the same hand that had conveniently been cut off, was all over Splatter Heights and a forensic pathologist testified that Tyler's hand wound was consistent with self infliction and the treatment, though sloppy, was consistent with someone who had come prepared to treat themselves after such an injury. His other injuries like his knifed stomach missed vital organs, a too-convenient mistake for the kinds of 'monsters' Tyler claimed attacked him. Tyler's other wounds were explained away as the frantic self defense blows of his friends as they desperately tried to save themselves. Worse, psychotropic mushrooms were found in Tyler's camping bag. Tyler had been experimenting with them and had just forgotten to take them out of his bag but it was just too convenient. Experts testified that they could have been easily mixed into the boy's snacks and would have rendered even the beefy Ryan dizzy and defenseless within minutes.
However, the most damming evidence were the pages and pages of stories and drawings titled Splatter Fest that Tyler had written about himself overpowering his friends one by one and turning them into, in his own words 'complete slop'. The deaths described were gory and graphic. The jury was especially disturbed as Tyler was forced to read the passages about slaughtering Jake by smashing his head with a mallet while a stunningly-realistic computer generated video Tyler had paid a dark-web buddy to make of Jake exploding into gore was played on a loop in the courtroom. Of course Tyler cried thinking about how horrible it must have been for Jake and his attorney tried to convince the jury that fantasy is not reality, but the evidence was too much. Tyler had used pictures of Pierre and Ryan for target practice with his shotgun on his uncle's farm and openly talked only about how hot it would be to fuck Phillipe with a double barrel shotgun and pull the trigger to, in his own words, 'see if Phillipe's dumb skull would blow open from the inside out'.
The media devoured the case and a screen play was drafted literally before the verdict was read. Tyler was found guilty within an hour and sentenced to death. He was in jail so didn't get to see Beast's Obsession in theatres, a slasher thriller starring Tom Holland as Tyler Jackson. The visual effects of the various Hollywood hunks being slaughtered in glorious 8K would have gotten Tyler instantly rock hard, even knowing that he would be watching his actual friends die by proxy. In the movie, and in the trial, 'the brothers' were made up inventions of Tyler's twisted imagination, a way to shield him from the terrible things he was doing.
His attorney appealed and appealed. Presidents came and went. Queen Elizabeth died. Friendship One, a manned shuttle, was launched for Mars. His parents disowned him and he wasn't even told about their deaths until months later since neither wanted even the chance of him coming to their funerals. The world carried on and Tyler, wasn't part of it. His brother Zach, who had been in elementary school at the time, was a middle aged man with a husband and kids. Zach had adored his older brother and struggled with reconciling that image with the monster Tyler was proven to be though he did visit Tyler in jail regularly for more than thirty years.
But it was finally execution day. Tyler was marched into the execution room wearing a bright pink jump suit. His notoriety in prison meant he was always under threat from other inmates would would try to jump him to build cred. To respond, he got worked out constantly and got even more jacked. Now, even in his fifties, he was a beast of a man, his muscles barely contained by the jumpsuit. As he was plugged into the electric chair he looked out crying into the viewing gallery. Zach was there and Ryan's aged parents. Pierre's sister, now an old woman, was also there along with a reporter and a priest. Tyler couldn't stand to look at them. Everyone was weeping and consoling each other with hands on shoulders... that's when he saw it.
The executioner was rattling off something that Tyler ignored, not like he had much to say anyway, when he noticed two men siting behind Zach. It was the Brothers! They looked like they hadn't aged the entire time and though they were still huge, being dressed in normal suits and jackets and their hair neatly styled made them look much more like normal humans. It was definitely them. Wesley actually had his hand on Zach's shoulder as if consoling him! It was insane.
"That's them! That's them right there!" Tyler tried to scream out but a rod had been inserted into his mouth to stop his teeth from chattering. Suddenly a pain unlike anything Tyler had ever experienced rocketed through his body all at once. The electric chair was activated and he could feel himself being fried from the inside out. His heart was skipping beats and every muscle was flexing and spasming randomly. He probably would have looked amazingly hot with so much muscle tensed and on display.
Somehow he managed to have a final thought: "There's no way that could be them! Maybe I really am just crazy...". And then he died. His body went limp and the curtain to the observation area was closed.
Tyler's beefy body was unceremoniously incinerated. Nearly fifty years of obsession over his perfect appearance was vaporized callously while the operators chatted excitedly about Friendship One. Their conversation was briefly interrupted by a loud thud; the futuristic incinerator's top heating plate slammed down at the end of the cycle to pulverize any bone fragments or implants left behind from the inferno.
Not even an hour after he was gone, literally no one gave any fucks about Tyler Jackson's meaningless life.
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DING DONG
Zach and his husband were making dinner for the kids when the doorbell rang. Zach wiped his hands on his apron and opened the door. It was Wesley and Trevor wearing their suits. Zach had the same genetic propensity for rapid muscle growth as his older brother, and even though his gym sessions were much more casual, he was still a beefy, handsome forty-two year old stud. Even in frumpy jeans and a T-shirt he looked hot. In fact, he looked shockingly like Tyler minus the prison tattoos and obscenely huge muscles.
Zach looked at the two quizzically before recognizing them from the execution. They lied and said they were friends with Ryan and had gone to the execution for closure.
"Hey pops, dinner's ready,"
Zach's teenaged son came to the door, just as handsome as his father. Before his son could ask who Zach was talking to, and midway through Zach asking why the two had come to visit during such a difficult time, Trevor and Wesley barged their way into the home and slammed the door. Zach was tied up and forced to watch helplessly as his teenaged sons Sam and Fredrick were pulped and turned into wallpaper and his husband Thomas was splattered all over the kitchen.
As a sloppy goo formerly known as Thomas dripped from the ceiling onto his face, the gore splattered Trevor and Wesley knelt down in front of Zach - who had already shit himself - and smiled.
"Your brother wasn't lying. Man it was hot watching him fry,"
"Mmm, yeah. Did you see how those big muscles were convulsing. So hot,"
Zach let out a shriek of terror before being completely liquified.
