Splatter Heights Incident: Pulverizing Pierre

"Philippe! Yo', stop fucking around! Philippe?"

Pierre ran  in the direction where he had heard inhuman shrieks of agony echoing off the decaying ruins. The ridiculously ripped Black jock had been half-assed looking for his missing friends but got bored within minutes. Instead, he was going to double back and prank Philippe but as he had been walking in the direction Philippe had gone, he heard horrible shrieks and the sound of a large, strange machine he couldn't identify.

Right when he got to the general area of the noises, a field of extremely decayed, not-eve-half-finished houses on a street named Wisteria Crescent, the noises had stopped. The echoes were making it hard to pinpoint the location and Pierre stood in the middle of the dark street looking around but saw nothing. Suddenly, despite the horrifying things he had heard, the goofy bro started laughing hysterically. Obviously he had been pranked.

"Okay, okay, you got me! Nice one, man!"

Pierre went from mildly panicked, to totally relaxed as he continued to chuckle at Philippe's elaborate prank. He was sure the dumb stud was going to hop out of one of the doors covered in fake blood screaming about the 'deranged brothers' from the stories. Pierre braced himself for the jump scare that he knew was coming as he confidently strolled through the lane. Pierre was a tall athletic jock with his black hair cut close to the scalp. His ebony skin wrapped around his well-defined, large muscles with broad shoulders and well defined pecs that lead to a washboard of rigid abs and a relatively small waist He had donkey cock swinging between his toned legs and was all around one hot package. He had met Philippe and the rest of the guys during his countless hours at the gym and fit in perfectly with the vapid pack of muscle and hormone. 

As he made his way down the street, he whistled and glanced around, prepared for a silly jump scare at any moment. Suddenly lights bathed out of one of the seemingly abandoned front windows onto the relatively trim but still overgrown lawn. The light was so bright it seemed to be coming from construction site lamps and Pierre slow-clapped at the gang's ingenuity. He figured Philippe and probably the 'lost' Jake and Ryan had figured out how to turn on the rusting equipment scattered around the development.

"Very funny, clowns. Now turn that off so I can charge my phone,"

Pierre moved toward the lawn. Suddenly, the front door swung open and Trevor and Wesley appeared. At first all Pierre could make out were two powerfully built silhouettes but as soon as they stepped onto the yard he could see the two blood covered brutish jocks clearly. They were showered in what looked like hamburger and galloons of fake blood, bits of clothing and mud. Pierre roared in laughter as he pointed at them. He didn't recognize them, but they looked like any other gym rat - though much larger - and they seemed like guys Philippe would hang out it. 

"Oh, I didn't know we were inviting the whole gym, guys!" Pierre stupidly shouted out, still assuming his buddies were within earshot.

The two brothers chuckled as they made their way forward with speed. As soon as they were a few yards away Pierre could see Trevor was holding a baseball bat and seemed to be preparing to swing.

"Yo' man, what the.... FUCK!"

CRACK

Without a word the bat solidly connected with the side of Pierre's face, sending several teeth flying and fracturing his jaw. Pierre screamed and stumbled backward temporarily stunned by the pain.

CRACK

The bat slammed into Pierre's handsome face again. 

"What..."

Pierre was tackled to his back as the brothers pounced on him. The air was forced out of his lungs with a haggard gasp as hundreds of pounds of pure muscle lay on top of him. Trevor and Wesley were slamming their fists into Pierre as he struggled to curl into a ball for protection. That's when Pierre noticed the nauseating smells coming from them. A strong iron-like scent that made his primal brain immediately realize that the 'fake' blood wasn't fake at all. Pierre screamed as Trevor's huge fist slammed into his face. His nose was broken and his front teeth flew down his throat where they were reflexively swallowed. 

The brothers were beating Pierre senseless for only a minute but it felt like ages for Pierre. His face and upper body were treated like a punching bag and large purple bruises were forming. His model-like face was swollen and bloody and a searing pain - a slightly cracked rib - radiated from his chest. It felt like this muscular chest was on fire.

They stood up and looked down at Pierre who was struggling to get to this feet. They stood back and let out deep, disturbing laughs as they got to his feet holding his chest and started to hobble away, weakly calling out for help. The brothers chortled and Pierre made it halfway down the street, moving with considerable speed for someone injured and confused. The brothers looked at each other just as Pierre was about to disappear from view in the darkness and sprang after him.

The sounds of the huge brutes moving sounded like a pack of animals and Pierre screamed in horror as he turned to see them. It was unbelievable to see people so huge moving so quickly and they soon overtook him. Trevor grabbed Pierre's right upper arm with both hands and Wesley took the left. The huge gym conditioned biceps and triceps bulged and creaked like they were in a vice. Pierre screamed as the brothers violently yanked on his arms. POP! Pierre felt like he was going to pass out as his left arm was ripped out of its socket. 

"No!"

POP. CRACK.

His right shoulder socket broke and tore. He threw up beer and Cheetos as he fell to his back looking up at the goons. He instinctively tried to lift himself with his arms, which felt like they were on fire, but they were barely attached inside, every connecting bone had been broken and the two muscular limbs were just hanging off his body like useless decoration. He was able to manage to roll onto his stomach and start inching away like a worm but was immediately stopped as Trevor put his heavy boot on his back and stomped. Pierre howled as his spine struggled under the weight. 

They grabbed Pierre by the ankles and drug him into a nearby yard under a tree. Pierre didn't see where Wesley got it from, but suddenly the large man was holding a huge axe and was looking down at him and smiling. They had dropped Pierre on his back and without a word the axe slammed into Pierre's perfect abs. His eight pack was split into two four-packs laterally and the axe slashed his stomach open. Pierre screamed as he looked down to see a fountain of blood erupting from his belly. He tried to move his hands to stem the flow but he could no longer move his arms.  Wesley threw down the axe, barely missing his head and dropped to his knees. Like a depraved animal, he grabbed the wound in Pierre's abs with both hands and started prying open his chest. Pierre wailed as he heard and felt the sick tearing of his abs getting unnaturally further apart. Wesley reached his hand in and Pierre could feel the pressure of his hand squeezing his actual guts.

"Noo!"

SPLORTCH

Absolutely disgusting tearing and ripping filled the night - mixed with Pierre's frantic screams - as Wesley pulled out foot after foot of intestines like he was unspooling robe. Pierre was fading and shocked as he saw his own guts being pulled out and laid casually on his pecs. The last thing Pierre saw before dying was a pile of steaming, awful smelling intestines on his perfect Black pecs like thick red ropes.

After Wesley was satisfied he had enough guts for his twisted game, he leaned in and used his teeth like a knife to cut Pierre's guts. He had pulled out several dozen feet of the stuff and Trevor lifted Pierre like a dummy as Wesley wrapped the guts around his neck like an actual rope. Next the gut-rope was flung over a low hanging branch and Pierre's tight body was lifted a few inches from the air. It was quite a sight to see the jock hanging by his own guts!  To make sure the heavy lad didn't just topple, Wesley doubled the 'rope' by pulling out another strand from the infinite supply inside Pierre's split open abs.

When the two brothers were satisfied they went behind the building and fetched their toys. Wesley went first. He was using a metal pole that easily weighed one hundred pounds like a baseball bat, slamming it into Pierre's chest like a pinata. The dead stud swung back and forth and the brothers cheered the increasingly awful looking state of his body. Trevor was next using a shovel then Wesley with a sledge hammer. So that they could really see the damage, they cut off Pierre's clothes and really went to town on his body. Loud splats met every impact and within a half hour their meat pinata was looking quite bad. His chest had completely burst open and guts were spilling out of like candy. Every rib had cracked and his one firm pecs had been beaten to mush, making his torso look shapeless and mushy. They kept whacking at the pinata until suddenly Wesley's sledge hammer broke through and got lodged into Pierre's pulverized heart. The two laughed as he pulled out the slop covered thing and that's when they really went wild.

They were both using their huge strength to pound the shit out of Pierre and his crumbling body was swinging wildly between them. Huge chunks were being knocked out of his torso and landing on the ground with splats and wounds were erupting open all over his torso, spilling even more of Pierre's candy. After they had done enough damage, the brothers grabbed one of Pierre's ankles, one for each and pulled his legs apart in opposite directions. SNAP. Pierre's legs snapped like a wishbone and a flood of guts spilled out from between his partially torn open body.

Wesley grabbed onto Pierre and pulled him to the ground. He landed on his stomach and the muscles admired his perfect sculpted back that looked relatively untouched compared to his torn open chest. They quickly rectified the indifference by stomping their heavy boots over and over onto his back. CRUNCH. SPLOTCH. CRACK. Pierre's spine snapped and broke. Boots were crushing through the skin and getting stuck in the goo. Muscles were turning into jelly. By the time they were done, Pierre's entire torso was as flat as a stack of gooey pancakes. His still-plump legs, arms and head looked comical next to the cartoon-flat body.

SNAP. SNAP.

The brothers used axes to liberate Pierre's head and limbs from his flattened torso and threw his legs and arms onto the flattened gory husk. Wesley fetched a single stick of dynamite that had been left over from laying deep foundations in the bedrock and stuck it into Pierre's mouth, jamming it down his throat until the bottom was sticking out from the bottom of the severed head. Pierre's tongue hang lazily, as if he was giving the dynamite a blow job and his eyes were staring into space.

The two admired the image before lighting the fuse and carefully placing Pierre's head on the pile. Pierre's gorgeous cheek was resting against the bottom of his right foot - a horribly unnatural position - as the fuse got shorter and shorter. The brothers stepped back a precise distance as the bomb went off. In an instant, they were showered with huge chunks of meat as the Pierre-pile was blown up. His head had erupted like a melon under a hammer, splattering out in all directions. One of his eyeballs hit Trevor in the face and exploded on impact.

Pierre was nothing but a bubbling pile of barely recognizable hunks of beef. Only one more to go, the brothers thought and his demise was going to be extra special. However, they had no idea just how cruel of a partner in crime Fate and Coincidence were going to be...

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.

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.