Gutting Mr. Nice Guy

Although I love slaughtering big, hunky dumb jocks who are just a pretty face and muscle, there's something extra brutal about butchering a nice guy who 100% doesn't deserve it. What do you think, does knowing the victim is a Mr. Nice Guy make it hotter (or not). Let me know in the comments.

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.

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Twenty-two-year-old Kyle was incredibly handsome to the point that most people who saw him assumed he was a model and had a perfect body; muscular but not bulky toned and fit. He was brilliant in the classroom, came from a wealthy family and was the dictionary definition of 'hot' but he was effortlessly kind and humble.

When Kyle was eight he overheard the other kids on the playground call a classmate a racial slur; Kyle didn't know what the word meant but he could tell it was upsetting him, so he stood up for the kid just because it felt like the right thing to do. In seventh grade he taught himself sign language so that he could communicate with the quiet girl in the back of the class because she seemed nice; they were friends ever since. When he got his driver's permit his name was misspelled and Kyle immediately went to the DMV not to have it fixed, but because they hadn't listed him as an organ donor. He wanted the mistake fixed as soon as possible in case the worst happened to him at least someone else could benefit. They sent him a new ID with the organ-donor logo on it and Kyle was so happy he didn't even notice his name was still misspelled.

Kyle loved lifting people up and encouraging them to see the best in themselves; he often told people they were beautiful, and he wasn't flirting or being sarcastic, he just really saw every person as being worthy of recognition and reminder that they were indeed special. He was a hunky fucker but hated fighting, smart but didn't brag. At his high school prom, he won prom king but the student body had elected Frank, a still-in-the-closet junior a co-prom king. When Frank got on stage everyone assumed Kyle, being a popular jock, would play into the humiliation. Instead, Kyle gave a passionate speech gently reprimanding them for their mean-spirted joke and imploring them to 'please do better'. A video of the incident went viral and Kyle was thrust into fifteen minutes of fame as Hot Moral Boy, even appearing on Good Morning America. Kyle was an awesome young man. 

Kyle

On his twenty-first birthday Kyle's big brother Josh took his kid brother out for his first drink. Josh was thirty-five and was muscular and handsome just like his brother, his ripped upper body was his pride and joy and his massive right bicep was covered with a tattoo. Unlike Kyle, Josh was a himbo, an unapologetic alpha male who flaunted his good looks and body constantly. Kyle's birthday night was great but the next morning he was wracked with crippling abdominal pain; they soon discovered that Kyle had a rare liver disorder that would mean he'd need an immediate transplant. Josh didn't even hesitate to volunteer part of his liver. After waves of tests and preparation, Kyle's operation date was set and would be shortly after his twenty-second birthday.

Josh flexing

Kyle and Josh were both incredibly nervous the night before the operation, so decided to spend the night together at Josh's condo. Luckily Kyle was there so often he didn't even need to pack a bag. Kyle loved Josh and the rest of his family so deeply that calling it 'love' was almost cliché so of course he wanted to spend as much time with Josh as possible, practically living part time in his condo when he wasn't on campus. The two were watching a movie when there was a knock on the door. Kyle went to answer it then all hell broke lose, the condo was full of commotion but the two muscle studs were quickly subdued by... someone. Then all was dark.

The two awoke sometime later in a small, empty room that Josh instantly recognized as being the inside of a large storage locker, basically a mini warehouse and both brothers were naked. Josh was tied to a bolted down chair with his arms tied tightly behind his back and his ankles tied to the chair legs, he could feel that a hole had been cut out in part of the seat allowing his exposed manhole to feel the chill of the room. Josh's chair was on an elevated platform just a few feet off the ground but he had a clear view of the room looking down. In front of him was Kyle, also naked and looking hot as fuck with his tight muscular body tied to a table with his arms and legs tied up, making his body an X shape. Behind Kyle was a table filled with lots of random things; knives, syringes, vials of chemicals, a blender and a hot plate and all sorts of other things. Josh was so disoriented that he didn't notice the man standing in the corner, a huge beast rippling with muscles wearing a surgical mask over his face but nothing else. Kyle was big, Josh was bigger but the man watching them was massive and hulking, no wonder he had no problem overpowering the brothers.

Kyle in happier times

"Ah, you're both awake, good!" the man's voice was deep but weirdly cheery. As the two brothers struggled to get free the man approached the table and grabbed a syringe.

"Wha-what doe you want?" Josh stammered. He didn't want to scream or shout, desperate to remain calm to avoid the situation getting even worse.

Josh started fighting desperately against his bonds when he noticed the Man was approaching his defenseless brother with the syringe. He injected Kyle's thigh and the young stud yelped. Josh was next. The Man stood back and watched; he smiled after a few minutes as each bother's cock started to rise to attention. It took only a few minutes before Kyle's fat dick was towering over his lemon-sized nuts and Josh's seventeen incher wasn't far behind. Not only were they both hard as rocks, they suddenly felt incredibly horny. Kyle was so horny that even though he was terrified, his hole-stretcher was leaking precum.

"What did you do to us, pervert!" Josh roared as the Man stepped next to Kyle and grabbed his cock with both hands. 

Kyle flushed with embarrassment as the Man gently stroked his cock, making it pulse and grow to its full nineteen inches. Kyle moaned in pleasure as the Man's tempo increased and the young stud started breathing in short shallow breaths as he felt his load boiling in his nuts; whatever chemical cocktail the Man had given him was extremely effective, Kyle had never felt hornier in his life and within minutes he had painted his washboard abs, pecs and chin with ropes of thick jock jizz. 

"I hope you enjoyed that..." the Man released Kyle's dick and wiped the young stud clean.

"Why are you doing this? Please don't hurt me," Kyle was horrified but his strong voice was crisp and steady. Josh was immensely proud of his brother's bravery as the man attached electro pads to Kyle's chest. The steady 'beep beep beep' of a cardiograph machine could be heard, the sick bastard had actually hooked up Kyle to a machine so that they could hear the rhythm of his heart beat... what was he doing, Josh thought.

As Kyle attempted to calmly talk to the Man, the silent brute carefully drew a dotted line from just under Kyle's pecks, over his washboard stomach and ending just above where his still-rock-hard cock attached to his crotch. 

Without warning, the Man slammed his giant fist straight down onto Kyle's dick. Kyle screamed as his steely cock nearly snapped in half. The man slammed Kyle's dick again and a huge bruise erupted in the middle. Josh screamed out for him to stop as the man's aim shifted to Kyle's ridiculously oversized nuts, flattening them into the table. Over the two brothers' screams, the 'beep beep beep' of the heart monitor was getting faster and faster.

"Funny thing about pain..."  

The man stopped his assault on Kyle and stepped back. Kyle had taken low blows but it actually felt like the mountain of muscle had destroyed his boys but as he regained his bearings the heart monitor rhythm went back to normal.

"...Funny thing about pain is that it causes all kinds of problems. Heart rhythm increases, you start to panic and if you experience too much pain at once, some guys even pass out..."

CRUNCH

Kyle's eyes crossed. The Man's fists - one per giant ball - had again flattened his balls. The heart monitor beeped much faster and for a second Josh thought Kyle was actually going to black out. 

"See, we can't have that."

The Man injected Kyle with something then headed to the table arranging things carefully but the items were so random Josh couldn't imagine what he was preparing for, but it obviously wasn't anything good. Amongst the chaos was a kitchen timer the man had set but Josh couldn't tell for how long. Kyle started to feel lightheaded, almost euphoric but still totally awake; it was like being drunk but still lucid at the same time, it was bizarre.

Josh's blood ran cold and the big dumb jock tried desperately to break free but couldn't. Meanwhile, Kyle was horrified, desperate to get free.

"KYLE!" Josh shouted for his nice little brother.

Kyle begging for mercy

Kyle was suddenly hit with the disgusting realization that he wasn't getting out of the warehouse alive. He looked over at his brother and smiled "I love you, Josh. You're the best brother I could've ever had..."

Josh lost it as Kyle gave a heartfelt 'goodbye'. Tears and snot ran down Josh's face as all of his muscles were useless to help Kyle. The kitchen timer went off and the Man approached Kyle. He could tell by Kyle's looseness and the slowing down of his heart that it was time to start.

"Another funny thing about pain is that if you have the right drugs, you can tame it..."

CRUNCH CRUNCH

The man slammed his hammer-like fist down onto Kyle's right nut over and over like a piston. The massive thing flattened out, barely recovering before being slammed again. Josh could see Kyle's nut bruising and cracking, Kyle screamed like a banshee, pleading for the Man to stop, the heart monitor was going crazy has he was flooded with panic and pain. After countless hits, Kyle's testicle ruptured, staying slightly flattened. Kyle knew half of his young sex life was toast, he couldn't even comprehend the pain he was in, his heart was pounding, but he was fully awake. 

Josh had a front row seat as the Man turned Kyle's right nut into mush before finishing the left. It was torture for Josh to see his brother being hurt and being unable to do anything about it. CRACK. The Man grabbed Kyle's monster cock and snapped it, the top half at a permanent 90 degree angle. In any other circumstance, being violently castrated and having his cock ripped in two would have caused Kyle to pass out. But he couldn't. He was forced to endure every second of agony at full alertness.

 "So your liver is messed up I hear..." 

Josh shuddered; it was the first time the Man had made it obvious that he had knowledge of the muscled brothers and that they weren't just chosen at random.

"...I'm going to do a little surgery to fix that. See, you don't need organs when you're dead," the Man laughed in a deep voice.

The Man picked up a large carving knife and ran the blade along Kyle's abs. Kyle made eye contact with him as the Man prepared to plunge the knife into his chest and with a calm, almost empathetic tone, Kyle said" I'm sorry you have so much pain inside of you..."

Josh was gob smacked! Kyle knew he was about to be stabbed - or worse - by the same guy who had just drugged him and mutilated his nuts, but he still found the capacity to feel bad for this monster. Kyle's ability to find goodness in people literally had no limit; the last though Kyle had before the man plunged the knife into him was "I hope this brings him some kind of peace..."

Kyle screamed and screamed as the Man started cutting into his abs, starting at the first ripple and moving toward his ruined crotch. The Man was carefully following the dotted line he had made earlier. The knife was slicing so deeply into the beefy stud that it was just an inch from hitting his back, as the man cut, he effortlessly sliced through Kyle's stomach and guts, his abs splitting open and gallons of intestines spilling out. When the man was done, Kyle's abs were split vertically down the middle, multiple organs had been sliced clean through and the heart monitor was going crazy. So much pain should have made Kyle instantly black out but he didn't even have that bit of mercy. 

The man grabbed a smaller knife and started hacking away at Kyle's guts, grabbing chunks with his free hand and tossing them to the ground.

"KYLE!" Josh was absolutely hysterical, the dumb hunk was screaming and begging like a bitch as he watched his kid brother being literally gutted. The process wasn't quick. 

One of Kyle's lungs collapsed. The Man was getting covered in blood and viscera as more and more of Kyle's guts were thrown into the sloppy pile on the floor. Kyle's stomach, punctured wide open, was ripped out and thrown to the ground, then the man carved out each kidney, mutilating them thoroughly in the process, before throwing them on to the pile of gunk. Even though Kyle was horribly injured, he was wide awake, screaming and sobbing. Josh wept as he heard his terrified, mutilated brother desperately call out.

"JOSH HELP ME! PLEASE!"

So much blood and guts had already come out of Kyle, Josh knew even if he was freed now he'd die. Hell, he probably would have been dead already without the drugs. His heart was racing, the beeping was coming so fast it didn't seem real. Kyle was in a level of pain and panic that literally no human had ever endured before without dying or blacking out. 

The man grabbed one of Kyle's ribs with both hands and broke it, discarding it to the ground like a broken branch. Then another, and another. Kyle's busted liver was carved into chunks inside his chest before being scooped out. The man dug into Kyle's blown own chest cavity, grabbing randomly and pulling out globs of gory chunks, the piles on the ground were getting bigger and messier. The Man started stabbing into the void, careful to avoid Kyle's heart, but everything else was fair game. His other lung partially collapsed, stifling Kyle's screams as blood gurgled out of his mouth. Josh was forced to listen as Kyle's heart monitor got faster but less steady, his heart skipping beats as he bled out. It was like the Man was torturing Josh with the sound; Josh couldn't even have the reprieve of looking away since he'd hear his brother's screams and the heart monitor broadcasting his final heart beats. 

Kyle's eyes were huge, filled with terror, he was screaming as loud as he could before he suddenly started mumbling. Josh, who was sobbing and desperate to escape, presumed that Kyle had just become delirious and was talking to himself but what Josh couldn't hear was that Kyle was praying but not for himself. He was asking God for mercy for the Man, not wanting his last minutes alive to be a ticket to eternal damnation for the deranged surgeon. The world was about to lose someone truly beautiful, inside and out.

The heart monitor was beeping so rapidly Josh though Kyle's heart was going to explode. Kyle's prayer was interrupted after the knife turned his lung into mince meat. He was panicked and in so much agony it was unreal. The man just kept breaking his rips, ripping out gore and organs and stabbing him until Kyle was barely alive. Most of his guts were gone, he was bleeding heavily - but slower than expected thanks to the drugs barely keeping him conscious. Kyle was now praying for death, desperate to lose enough blood to finally pass out. 

At least Kyle went to Heaven...

The Man carved away Kyle's mounding pec to expose his beating heart. He laughed as he hovered his fists over the rapidly beating organ then started slamming his fists into it. Kyle's ribs, what was left of them, protected his heart for a bit until one broke and punctured it. Kyle died almost instantly and the world got a little darker. 

Josh could see his kid brother, his best friend, go completely limp and just fucking lost it. Kyle may not have been able to pass out from overwhelming pain but Josh could. The dumb stud blacked out from emotional agony as the beast of a Man kept pounding Kyle's heart until all the ribs protecting it were thoroughly cracked and the organ itself was flattened in his cavity.

SPLAT

Josh before he was emotionally wrecked

The man was now reaching into Kyle's torso, which was completely torn open, and pulled everything out, his smashed heart, his lungs, ribs, spleen, throwing it up at Josh. Josh was startled awake when a chunk of Kyle's lung hit him in the face. He screamed in terror as the looked down at his brother's nearly-empty chest cavity. It looked like Kyle was being prepared for slaughter. The Man ignored Josh's pleas as he lopped off Kyle's enormous, busted sexual organs with a swing of the knife. He tossed the massive organs into a large blender on the table then reached into the multiple gunk piles and tossed more gore into the container. The mixed chamber was stuffed with Kyle's nuts and cock, parts of his stomach, liver and heart and several feet of his guts, packed in tight. Josh had to look away as the man blended it into a very hearty Kyle milkshake. He poured the goopy, bloody slop into a pot on the hot plate and started heating it. What the fuck, Josh thought.

"Well it looks like you liked the show!" 

Josh felt so fucking embarrassed. Even though he had just watched and heard the best person he'd ever know be literally gutted alive, his cock was hard as a rock, glistening from the gallons of precum he had been dripping the entire time. Josh was terrified, sick from Kyle's blown open chest, in mourning and... horny as a teenager.

VROOM VROOM

The Man was ignoring Josh as he picked up a chain saw and revved it up. Josh was sure he was about to be turned into big chunks, but instead the man used the chainsaw to carefully slice down on Kyle's neck, through his Adam's apple. Josh screamed as the man picked up Kyle's severed head, his beautiful blue eyes permanently open and staring blankly ahead. The Man got on stage with Josh and held Kyle's dead face up to Josh's. Josh wept, unable to look away from his brother's face. All those years of working out and bulking up and he couldn't even save Kyle. 

The Man nodded, looked at Josh's rock hard, long cock then Kyle's face. Josh's jaw cracked as he screamed louder than he ever had in his life. The Man had grabbed Kyle's head with both hands and plunged it down onto Josh such that Josh was fucking his brothers throat. Josh could feel his throbbing cock fucking Kyle's throat from the bottom, the Man using Kyle's head like a sex toy, bobbing it up and down and he worked it further and further down Josh's cock. Josh's fat dick was stretching his baby bro's throat, mercilessly pounding it. But Josh was so turned on by the feeling of Kyle's warm throat and rough tongue which he was feeling from the back forward was getting the drugged stud extremely close to cumming. Josh usually loved to cum, but was willing himself not to. The Man was now bobbing Kyle's head up and down Josh's entire shaft; Josh's cock was so long that his mushroom head was now slamming past the back of Kyle's front teeth and was jutting out of Kyle's dead open mouth. 

Josh cried as he shot an incredible load, no longer able to hold back. It looked like Kyle's mouth was vomiting cum as Josh blasted shot after shot. When he was done, the man rammed Kyle's head all the way down Josh's shaft until his severed neck was resting on Josh's sack, Josh shuddered as several inches of his still-hard dick jutted out of Kyle's mouth.

The Man went back to the table and carefully took the pot full of Kyle's mashed insides off the heat. Josh screamed as he watched the man pour the gloopy, bloody mess into a a giant enema bag, instantly remembering that his stud hole was exposed from the open seat. Josh begged, his big muscles useless, as the man inserted the enema bag up Josh's virgin ass and squeezed what felt like gallons of his mushed brother up his ass. Josh immediately felt the urge to shit but held it. He cried and his face contorted as he tried desperately not to add further indignity to his brother by literally shitting him out. The man filled Josh with more and more of Kyle's hot, oatmeal-like insides until Josh couldn't hold back.

The tied up jock flooded the floor under his chair with shit and Kyle's mushed, now-partially-digested, insides. Then the Man did it again and again. By the time it was over, Josh had shit out virtually every organ that had been ripped from Kyle's stud body. 

The Man pulled Kyle's head off of Josh's still-hard cock and held it up so that Josh was forced to look at his cum dripping out of Kyle's mouth. 

"Wow, he was a real handsome stud. And nice! Fuck, I've never had a guy actually pray for ME!" 

The Man chuckled. Josh sobbed.

"Ya' know, I wonder what it was about him that made him so... nice. He was wired different, that's for sure."

Kyle's head about to be caved in

The Man threw Kyle's head onto the stage floor, just inches from the pile of shit and organs Josh had blasted out, then stomped down on Kyle's head. Even though the man was naked and barefoot, his weight was still too much for Kyle's skull. It bulged and cracked after just a few stomps. His brain started to bubble out of his ears, nose and eye sockets. Both of his eyes popped out. Josh looked away as his handsome brother's head was smashed. Once the skull looked like a split open melon, brains everywhere, the Man headed back to the table and produced a long, narrow metal tube with a funnel. He applied some kind of lubricant before hopping back on stage, grabbing the back of Josh's head to force him to cock his head back, then rammed the tube down Josh's throat, not stopping until it was in his stomach. 

Josh screamed through the gag as he watched the Man scoop up Kyle's chunky, gooey brain and start feeding it into the funnel, mixed with some of the shit and gore mixture for lubrication. Josh could feel his stomach swelling in size as more and more of Kyle was forced down his throat. By the time the Man was done, Josh felt like he had eaten a huge meal, his ripped abs barely visible over his bloated stomach. The man ripped out the feeding tube and Josh proceeded to wail.

"See, you've got his brain inside of you now, so maybe you'll pick up some of his traits... but probably not, you worthless cunt!"

The Man lunged at Josh and he knew he was about to be slaughtered. Everything went dark.

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Josh awoke some time later in a hospital bed. Someone had thrown his hunky, naked, shit and gore covered body unceremoniously out of a moving truck at a hospital emergency room. Other than road rash he was fine. 

The previously comatose Josh sat up and looked around in confusion. He didn't know where he was, how long he had been there or what was going on, but he knew he was safe in a hospital. Suddenly he remembered everything that had happened in the warehouse...

Josh buried his head in his strong hands and let out of a guttural, defeated, miserable, deep cry - more like a drone - that filled the hospital ward and gave everyone who heard it an anxiety-inducing shudder.

Kyle, a genuinely loving, kind guy, had been viscously and torturously snuffed out whilst Josh, an absolute douche bag, had been forced to watch. Why Kyle, Josh wailed, unable to process his agony as hospital staff raced into the room.

Splatter Heights Incident - Fryin' Tyler

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. 

Tom Holland Gets Liquified

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.

Tom Holland paced on the sound stage, checking his watch as it approached noon. His twin younger brothers Sam and Harry had invited him to a filming of a new pilot they were filming and by the look of the living room and bedroom sets it appeared to be some kind of family-oriented sitcom. The sets however, were abandoned and the studio audience risers were empty. There was no crew to be seen. Something about this wasn't right.

"Where are they?" he sighed and he was about to pull out his phone to call them again when suddenly, the stage lights came on full.

Tom, who had been standing in the middle of the fake living room, was temporarily blinded as he heard two sets of footsteps approaching along with familiar laughter.

"Hey, Tom!" came Harry.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sam apologized.

The usual soft-cornered Tom still had his jagged, almost mean looking build and persona he had adapted for Cherry. He found that he liked his hair cropped and was wearing a tight light green t-shirt and tan pants that showed off his slim, fit body. If it weren't for the feel-good set decorations, Tom would have looked like he was getting ready to shoot another scene from Cherry.

Tom's annoyance at the twins tardiness quickly melted away and he gave Sam and Harry a big hug. He always loved seeing them and his brotherly love blinded him to the oddness of the situation. Sam and Harry had masterfully spun a lie that the week's shoot was canceled due to a suspected COVID-19 exposure but they hadn't found out until Tom was already on his way. They told him that they decided to just keep the mini family reunion as scheduled and would invite him back when their show started filming again. Tom didn't think anything off with their explanation. 

As the three brothers chatted, Harry ducked away and started fiddling with a stage's camera rig and Tom didn't notice the red record light starting to blink. When Harry returned to the group, he and Sam stopped talking and only grinned at Tom. Tom looked at them suspiciously.

"What is this?"

Sam picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the living room set's television. Tom instantly recognized the scenes playing on loop; they were all nut shots from Cherry, including some of the more harsher blows that hadn't made it into the final movie. Tom's face grew more suspicious as Sam and Harry's grins became even more shitfaced.

"What is this?" Tom asked again.

"We thought it might be fun to have a good ol' fashioned game of Crack Tom's Nuts, like old times!"

Without warning, Harry sent his shoe slamming into Tom's crotch. Tom's eyes crossed and Harry winced as he felt his big brother's sagging nuts squashed under his foot. Tom's knees buckled and he looked at Harry pleadingly.

"Harry..."

CRUNCH

Tom's eyes bugged out as his younger brother squashed his balls again. Tom sank to his knees, clutching his crotch as the two brothers stood over him chuckling. Sam lifted Tom to his feet and held his arms behind his back, but being a good older brother, Tom was going to play along regardless. 

"So how many more kicks should he get?" Harry asked Sam.

"Lets see. Cherry has six letters, so I'd say six," Sam laughed.

"Guys..."

CRUNCH

Tom's eyes crossed as his fat nuggets were crushed again. Man, I should have worn underwear, he thought.

CRUNCH

Tom let out a high pitched scream as Harry let out a full-force kick. Harry was more athletic than people gave him credit for so his legs were more than capable of knocking Tom off the family tree. Tom's face was turning red and he tried to keep up a good front as Harry reared back and sent his shoe sailing again.

CRUNCH

"Not so hard!" Tom screamed. He was all for playful busting but Harry wasn't holding back and his cracking nuts were throbbing.

CRUNCH

Tom let out a funny scream and Harry laughed as he felt Tom's big nuts flatten under his shoe, crunching them into Tom's pelvis. Tom's balls were already large but Harry swore the big bruisers were starting to swell, and Tom's lack of underwear meant that Harry could feel in exquisite detail as his brother's stones were crumbling.

Tom's face was beet red. He was screaming and trying to break free from Sam's grip. He could have easily overpowered Sam but - being the playful older brother - wasn't putting his full effort into it. His balls were screaming for mercy and pleading with Tom's brain to take the threat to his reproductive abilities more seriously. 

CRUNCH

"Ooooh!" 

Tom's knees buckled as his nuts were nearly cracked. Sam struggled to hold Tom upright on his shaky knees and Harry grinned. His shoe had obliterated Tom's nuts. They were swollen and red inside his tan slacks and his red face was starting to sweat. But it wasn't all from pain. Tom was blushing. The young Hollywood star's cock was starting to swell faster than his nuts and Harry stepped back laughing his ass off as Tom's cock got harder and harder with each heart beat until it was fully hard, the comical tent on full display for the camera. Fuck, I really should have worn underwear, Tom thought. 

"Okay, big bro, last kick. Are you ready?" 

Harry took several steps back, nearly exiting the living room set, and Tom's eyes grew wide in terror. Tom didn't notice, but Harry gave Sam a subtle hand gesture to prepare for what was about to happen. 

"Harry, no!" Tom had seen his brother send a guy's balls to testicle heaven during a wild game of roshambo and the finishing blow had started something like this.

Harry took a running start and when he came to within striking distance he called out "Now!"

Tom was confused but a moment later a riot of pain exploded from his right knee. Harry had targeted Tom's right knee instead of his balls at the exact moment Sam kicked the knee from behind. Tom's knee was horribly broken and the young actor let out a wait of terror as he slumped to the ground. Assuming his brother had only missed on accident, Tom lay on the ground sobbing clutching his knee. It was exactly the reaction Harry and Sam wanted.

"Ooomph!"

Tom thought his lungs had collapsed as Harry and Sam both stomped the shit out of his ribs.

"Hey guys! Be careful, this isn't' funny... Oooh!" 

Tom was silenced by a kick to the side of the head by Sam at the same time Harry stomped on his mounding crotch. Harry knew Tom's huge nuts would make an easy target so immediately stomped on them again. Tom wailed, trying to cover his crotch, his chest and his head as his brothers lay into him like animals. Both of the athletic young twins were delivering  devastating blows all over Tom's body and it was obvious his massive nuts were just one of many targets. This wasn't just about ball busting anymore!

"Guys! What are you doing! Cut it out!" Tom was convinced that the twins were just roughhousing, innocently unaware of how much pain they were causing their older brother.

Tom tried desperately to roll into a ball but that just made the two twins laugh and their stomps doubled in intensity. Sam shrieked in delight as he felt and heard a loud crack; he had stomped straight down on Tom's horrified face, breaking several teeth and snapping his nose. A shower of blood erupted all over the Cherry actor's face and for the first time he realized his brothers weren't joking. 

Tom covered his face, and tried to stand but Harry slammed his fist into Tom's bruised chest, knocking the dazed star on his back.

"Harry! Sam!" Tom shrieked as the two twins grabbed one of Tom's ankles and lifted them into the air. The V formed at the intersection of Tom's toned legs was too tempting and the two twins alternated stomping on his crotch. Harry stomped, then Sam, then Harry. Tom loved ball busting and knew his brothers knew that; he even liked hard ball busting and had extremely tough nuts but this was beyond anything he had ever taken. Tom threw his head back writhing in horror and pain as he felt his swollen nuts being absolutely destroyed by his brothers. Sam and Harry were loving the sensation of his bloated nuts being stomped to the edge of destruction, they weren't giving Tom's nuts any time to recover between blows. SQUISH. Tom threw up on himself as he felt his right nut burst in his scrotum under Harry's shoe and Harry felt the devastating change in the consistency of Tom's manhood and ground his foot in.

"I think I popped one!" he said gayly as he nodded to the east side of the soundstage.

The soundstage was built to model a suburban home with bedrooms, a kitchen, a hallway, the living room - where they were, and a garage. All of the sets were built side by side. They dragged Tom to the garage set as Tom screamed and pleaded desperately grabbing onto any set  pieces he could. Harry and Sam were impressed at the death grip Tom had on the base of the kitchen island as they drug him through the fake kitchen. Sam, tiring of Tom's antics, grabbed a knife from the knife block and flung it down on his older brother. Tom screamed as the knife - which was obviously not a prop - embedded itself into his meaty thigh up to its handle. He could only watch in terror as blood spurted from the wound leaving behind a trail as they finally got their brother to the garage set.

"Please! Sam! What are you doing!" Tom desperately hoped that this whole situation would turn out to be a prank gone off the rails and that his two brothers, his two best friends, would snap out of it and realize that they had gone too far. Instead, the two twins only smiled at the blood pouring out of Tom's leg.

They picked him up and threw him onto a woodworking table and Tom immediately grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out, putting pressure on the wound. Even though it was a set, the garage - or rather the half of a garage - had all of the trappings of an actual garage and workshop area including tools and even a working car. It was some ridiculously huge SUV chosen for the fictional family for product placement purposes.

He pleaded for them to help but he was only greeted with a monstrous pain on the side of his face. Tom nearly blacked out. Harry had grabbed a rubber mallet from the wall and slammed it into Tom's temple. Sam had taken a ball ping hammer and made quick work of Tom's knees, crushing the bone into splinters and immobilized the star's lower half. Tom screamed and tried to cover himself with his arms as Harry and Sam slammed the hammer and mallet onto his legs.

"Dude, just give up!" 

CRACK

Sam shattered Tom's right elbow and his arm fell limp like a spaghetti noodle. Tom screamed as hiss left arm was broken. Sam continued to beat Tom's arms into jelly as Harry took two mallets to Tom's legs. Tom's muscled thighs were slowly broken down by the mallets like Harry was tenderizing an oversized cut of meet. Meanwhile Sam had retrieved a hacksaw and positioned in behind Tom's broken left elbow.

"Noo!"

Tom nearly blacked out as Sam slowly hacked off his arm below the elbow. Blood was squiring all over the actor as he screamed and screamed, Sam taking his time for the task. As Sam cut off Tom's right arm, Harry had grabbed a large woodworking  vice and had positioned it over Tom's' right foot. CRACK CRUNCH. Tom's foot was broken and destroyed under the vice. Tom couldn't believe it. The adrenaline rush was, unfortunately, keeping him awake as his nub arms were squirting blood uncontrollably. They pushed Tom onto the floor and grabbed an ankle each while Tom was on his stomach. They took a leg each and pushed it upward to is limit. Then kept going. Tom wailed as his toned legs were bent backward, snapping internally. Harry placed his foot on Tom's back and pulled his leg upward, yanking horribly until he felt Tom's leg liberated from his hip socket.

"Nice!" Sam cheered. 

Tom was starting to black out from the loss of blood. Harry and Sam didn't want their brother to miss the finale so they headed to the workshop shelves and fetched two sledge hammers. Tom let out a pitiful plea for mercy before he felt both of the hammers slam into his back. Tom's flaying legs instantly stopped as his spine just above his bubble ass was crushed. The next blow damaged his kidney. Harry nearly blew his loud from the tell tail gasp Tom made as a lung collapsed. There were delightful crunching sounds as Tom's ribs were fractured and his heart exploded in his chest cavity. SPLOTCH. Tom's' ripped, muscular back couldn't take anymore and Sam's sledge hammer broke through his brother's broad back, implanting itself into Tom. Sam cheered as he pulled out the bloody mallet.

A few strikes later and Harry's sledge had gotten stuck too. The two were now pulverizing Tom's torso, chunks flying away as they pulled out the mallets. After fifteen minutes, Tom's muscular, fit torso looked like a broken rib cage covered in a ridiculous amount of gore and chunks. Every internal organ was destroyed, only a tiny chunk of his liver was recognizable.  

CRUNCH

Sam's mallet implanted into the back of Tom's head, which promptly exploded like a melon. He pulled the brain covered thing out and held it up. Harry seemed annoyed that he hadn't gotten the head shot, but not wanting to miss out, he sent his mallet slamming down. Sam and Harry alternated hammer blows to Tom's head, or what was left of it, until they were sweating from exertion. Tom's handsome face had splattered all over the set, bits of his brain were sizzling on the hot overhead lights and the pile of goo was at least a yard in diameter. 

Tom's legs, however, were still recognizable. They took a chain and wrapped it it around Tom's right ankle and the tow hitch of the SUV another chain to Tom's right ankle and a large heavy pole on the soundstage. Harry watched as Sam revved up the truck and drove forward, tearing Tom's legs apart like a wishbone and spilling a mountain of squashed guts all over the floor, landing with wet splats. Sam and Harry cheered as they picked up Tom's right leg and groin, which still had his mangled balls attached and stomped Tom's package until it was a gooey stain and his crotch had a shoe-shaped indent.

Using shovels, the two scraped as much of Tom as they could, including his broken legs, under the rear tires of the massive SUV. They both hopped in and  slowly backed over it, enjoying every bump and crunching noise knowing that it was a piece of their hot older brother being destroyed. The truck easily weighted 2 tons so effortlessly shattered the last somewhat solid bone in Tom's body. Harry pulled the truck forward, then back. Over and over until they couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

They both hopped out of the SUV and were delighted to see that Tom was nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of gore and goop. Every bone had been reduced to splinters. The largest piece of Tom left was no bigger than a lemon. The two smiled as each other as they soon in in the pile and started stomping and jumping. They could feel chunks exploding and bursting as they were covered with their increasingly liquified older brother. After an hour of depraved stomping and pounding with their well-used sledgehammers, the absolute largest thing left of Tom Holland's body was the size of a raisin, what was left of his gallbladder. 

"Fuck! We liquified him!" Harry gasped.

"No kidding! What a fucking mess!"

Suddenly Sam heard a loud motor and turned. He cheered at what he saw. Harry had turned on the snow blower that had been in the garage set and was slowly approaching the Tom Holland pile of mush. 

"Fuck yes!" Sam creamed his jeans as he felt a warm, gooey blast showering him. As Harry ran over Tom, over and over, his liquified chunks were splattering all over the twins and soundstage. Tom Holland was everywhere and every seat in the audience risers had been drenched in blood and bits of the handsome young stud.

Finally, satisfied that Tom Holland's body had been absolutely, totally destroyed, the two methodically went through the set with mallets pasting anything remotely resembling Tom. Harry found a flap of skin about the size of a post-it note and picked it up, tearing it like paper. Sam found the organ-raisins and turned them into mush.

Tom Holland ended as a stain dripping from the walls of a soundstage, and Harry and Sam couldn't have been happier.