Alex Mecum Gets Showered by Carter Dane

 

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.

Alex Mecum and his husband Carter Dane had just finished filming an epic gang bang in which their mouths and asses were stretched to the limit by twenty horny hung guys. To top it off, the two were showered in cum and just when they thought the shoot was over, the first set of twenty guys left the stage and another batch came on. At the end of it, Carter and Alex had been wrecked by fifty studs and were left cum plastered, filled up and exhausted. The two hunks decided to reward themselves for their whorishness with a quiet weekend at a rented cabin in the woods.

The luxurious cabin was quiet nice with a high ceiling in the living room with exposed rustic log beams in the ceiling. Apparently, it pays to be a complete whore, Alex thought, as he plowed Carter over the edge of the hot tub that was in the living room. The two had only been in the cabin for about an hour but hadn't even unpacked. Instead the couple immediately started fucking. The two were so lost enjoying each others literal porn-star bodies that they didn't notice the sound of footsteps outside the door of the cabin followed by banging. Carter's cum hungry screams as Alex's massive cock slammed into his already worn out prostate drowned out the sound of the door being forced open and five men barging inside.

"There they are!" one of them shouted in a deep booming voice.

Alex ready to fuck

 Alex, his cock still piston fucking Carter, turned to see five men all dressed in camo hunting gear rushing toward them. At first he thought the muscular studs wearing costumes were his slutty coworkers coming to give him and Carter another pounding but he immediately panicked like a bitch when he saw that they were all carrying real-looking hunting rifles.

"Oooh! Fuck me harder!" Carter half-moaned, half-whined. Alex had stopped plowing him in panic, his throbbing cock halfway inside of him, and Carter obliviously just wanted Alex to keep going.

Carter getting fucked

"Get those fags!" one of them shouted. The group had cleared half of the large living area and the space between the mob and the two fucking porn stars

"What the fuck!" Alex bellowed. His voice was masculine enough but sounded like a scared bitch compared to the guys shouting and running toward him.

Carter dismounted Alex and turned to see the five attackers just in time to take the butt of a shotgun to the face. Carter felt some of his teeth crack and Alex screamed as the guy who had hit his husband grabbed Carter's hair and rammed his face into the side of the hot tub. Carter's nose bent and blood erupted out of it. He screamed, his dick still throbbing as two other studs went after the totally defenseless Alex. 

Alex about to get his face pounded in

Alex Mecum had build his entire porn career playing the 'hot buff' dude, the 'strong daddy' and the 'straight but curious' character in his films. But when faced with actual dangerous straight men, he might as well have been like any other queen. All of his gym hewn muscles, the same ones that had allowed him and Carter to afford their secluded cabin in the first place, were worth nothing in a real fight. The two attackers hammered their fists into Alex who was screaming and begging. His beautiful jaw was shattered and his eyes were swelling as they threw him to the ground like a rag doll before pouncing on him and destroying his face. Alex tried to fight back but a third attacker stomped on his bicep, pressing it into the ground, pounding and stomping until there was a slight pop as his huge muscle burst inside his arm. Alex let out a hideous shriek that made everyone laugh.

Carter

Meanwhile Carter wasn't faring much better. Two attackers had pounded their fists into his face and torso until they were covered in blood and bruises before deciding to do something more fun. They threw Carter onto his back on the ground and before he could react, they each took an ankle in each hand and hoisted Carter's legs up. Carter knew immediately what was about to happen and screamed like a bitch as the two took turns slamming their muddy boots into Carter's money making package. Carter could feel each nut and his dick being destroyed under the blows and the muscular fag writhed and screamed; if he hadn't already cleaned himself out in preparation of being slammed by his husband, Carter would have been flooding the ground in shit.

The merciless beating of the two porn faggots continued for nearly a half hour. Carter and Alex would occasionally break away and crawl pathetically for the door, only to be stopped by a boot to the back or a gun butt to the face. One of the attackers cheered as he felt one of Alex's ribs crack under his boot. Alex had been on his back pleading and was rewarded with a boot to the chest! Carter's right eye was basically ruined. There are only so many times the butt of an AR-15 can be rammed into someone's face before their orbital socket is crushed and Carter had reached that limit. His swollen-shut eye was caving into his face and his barely conscious stud whimpered for mercy.

"Please... please stop..." Carter begged.

Carter begging

"Aww, the faggot wants mercy?" one of the men laughed.

"God hates fucking faggots! You poison or kids, push your sick agenda. It's time to end!" another bellowed.

Alex screamed as one of them produced a sledge hammer and sent it crashing into Carter's rock hard abs. Carter screamed as the wind was knocked out of him but his surprisingly tough abs prevented too much damage. For now. Alex was held up, forced to watch helplessly, as two of them kicked and hammered Carter who was desperately trying to curl into a bloody ball of muscle on the ground. Bones were cracking and muscle was being beaten into mush as the slutty fag was used like  a punching bag. He screamed for mercy but the only made the two more eager. 

Alex cried as he begged them to stop, "Not my husband! Please!"

All five of the attackers got quiet.

"Husband? HUSBAND!" the apparent leader, a young red head, roared. He grabbed a gun and motioned for his followers to hoist a barely conscious Carter to his feet.

He positioned the barrel of the gun against Carter's swollen, dangling nut sack and looked back at Alex.

"You're fucking sick!" the ginger screamed at Alex as he pulled the trigger. Alex's eyes bugged out as Carter's entire sexual package exploded into a shower of gore. Alex sobbed as their attackers laughed.  Carter screamed as he was dragged into the middle of the living room followed by Alex. With military efficiency, Alex was tied to a chair and Carter had a noose tied around his neck with one end thrown over one of the rafters. He was lifted just barely off his feet and was pulling desperately at the loop around his neck. It had been purposefully tied to avoid closing too quickly to prolong with suffering.

Alex about to get showered

Two of the men went outside and returned shortly with a large wood chipper they found in a shed they had broken into. It was a beast of a machine that the staff had used to clear the grounds around the cabin. Alex screamed Carter was hoisted high into the air and the opening of the chipper was placed under him. The smell of fuel filled the cabin as the wood chipper was fired on. Carter's feet were just inches from the intake chute, so close the could feel the wind of the blades against his feet. He hysterically writhed as he tried to get free and Alex begged - turning to shouts of unbelievable horror - as the huge output funnel, where the ground material would come out, was turned to face him. He was trapped to the chair with the funnel just a few feet away; whatever got ground in the machine was going to absolutely drench him.

"No!" Alex screamed.

All five attackers took sledge hammers, rods and whatever else they could find to swing at Carter like a piñata. Because of how high he was, their blows destroyed his thighs, ass and lower abs. One of them rammed his gun up Carter's ass and fired. Carter screamed as the bullet destroyed his guts before coming out of his blown open abs. Alex screamed for mercy. Carter was starting to black out.

"I... I love you... Alex... " 

Carter's dying declaration was too much for one of his attackers to handle and he took the end of the rope and started lowering in, making sure Carter would end up in the machine before he had the mercy of death. Carter's feet and calves disappeared into the machine and Alex was soaked with hamburger-like chunks and bits of bone. Alex screamed, filling his mouth with mush, and begged as Carter was lowered into the machine. Carter wailed as more and more of his legs disappeared until the machine was up to his meaty thighs. If Carter's dangling nuts hadn't already been blown off, they would have been snatched up by the machine. Alex begged and pleaded for them to stop but they just kept slowly lowering Carter. Carter screamed as his groin disappeared into the machine. 

His guts fell into the chipper and were turned into disgusting ribbons of goo that painted Alex. Alex was drenched from head to toe in Carter who was still writhing and screaming. Carter suddenly stopped dead as half of his ripped abs disappeared into the machine. Alex writhed and screamed as he was violently hit with chunks of his husband. Carter's ribs and backbone were mostly pulverized but a few larger shards slammed into Alex's muscles like glass, slicing into them, not like anyone could tell Alex was bleeding. The muscle whore looked like he had taken a swim in a pool full of blood and hamburger. Carter's biceps painted Alex's face. His shoulders landed all over Alex's torso. Finally, Carter's handsome head was about to go into the machine and the ginger ordered it to stop.

Alex was sobbing, totally covered in Carter gunk. The leader took Carter's head and neck, the only part of his body left off of the rope and placed it on the ground at Alex's feet. Carter's dead, wrecked face was staring up at Alex. The ginger looked down. 

"Hmm, I'm no fag but I gotta' admit he wasn't bad looking. Would have made beautiful kids with a nice woman. Too bad he was a deviant!"

The ginger stomped on Carter's face over and over. Alex pleaded with  him to stop but he just kept stomping. Carter's skull put up a fight before finally starting to crack like a nut shell. His brains squirted out of his ears and bubbled up from behind his eyes. The other men joined in stomping recklessly as Carter's face became unrecognizable and his skull buckled and cracked. Loud, disgusting cracking marked the end of the structural integrity of Carter's skull and it exploded into chunks. They kept stomping until Carter's once adorable head was nothing but a pile of mushy. Alex couldn't believe how totally they had annihilated Carter Dane. There was nothing left. Just mush, most of which was all over him or in his stomach since Alex had inadvertently swallowed a gross amount since he'd been open-mouth screaming the entire time Carter Chunk Soup was splattering him.

"Now it's your turn!"

Alex screamed as he was dragged outside, still tied to the chair. Without untying him, the gang tied one chain around his ankles and another around his torso, then attached those to the ends of their giant pickup trucks. Alex screamed as each truck was turned on and started peeling away in opposite directions. Alex and the chair were hoisted from the ground as his legs were pulled away from his body and his torso was pulled away from his legs. Alex screamed as he felt his body being torn apart. The truck tired kicked up mud as the slutty muscle stud's body proved stronger than anticipated but their was eventually a disgusting ripping as the bottom half of Alex's body pulled away and a flood of guts and organs spilled onto the ground. Alex, shockingly, was still alive enough to let out one final scream before the chain around his torso tightened, yanking his upper body into two pieces.  

By the time the trucks stopped Alex's body was in three huge pieces. His legs and the bottom of his abs, his torso up to just above his pecs and his upper body and head. Spilled between them was an unreal amount of guts and gore. It was like Alex Mecum was stuffed with more insides than normal, which made for an unbelievable mess. The gang cheered as they jumped up and down on the pieces, crushing Alex further into the ground. 

To make sure not even dental records could be used, they ran over Alex with their giant trucks over and over until there was absolutely nothing left but a gooey slurry.

Splatter Heights Incident - Blending Philippe

Ryan had been looking for Jake for a while. A long while. At first, Philippe, Pierre and Tyler were too busy being obnoxious jocks, drinking, tossing the football and snacking to realize. Philippe and Pierre were bragging about their latest sexual conquests, each trying to show he was bigger muscle slut. Tyler was getting really turned on listening to his two hot straight friends going into more and more graphic detail about their sex lives, but he suddenly realized that Ryan and Jake had been gone a while.

"Um, guys. Hasn't Ryan been gone a long time?"

Philippe and Pierre merely grunted. It had been over an hour since they had seen Ryan, so it had been at least two since they had seen Jake, but they just assumed the two were off goofing around. Evening was setting on Splatter Heights and the abandoned houses seemed even emptier without the glow of street lamps or lights glowing out of windows. Tyler wasn't quick to panic, but he was starting to get worried about Jake and Ryan. Ryan was kind of a buffoon so him disappearing for a laugh wouldn't be unexpected but Jake had promised to take Ryan upstairs and fuck his brains out as soon as got back from the bathroom, and it wasn't like Jake to be late for an appointment with a tight jock hole. Plus, Jake just wasn't a practical joker. Something wasn't right...

"Guys! I think we gotta' go look for them," Tyler had to shout to be heard over Philippe and Pierre's inane babble. The two jocks looked at him with dumb, vapid looks on their faces.

Tyler groaned. He explained that the abandoned houses were full of hazards and it was very possible their friends had ended up crashing through a floor or falling into an exposed basement. Maybe they had gotten lost in the streets lined with look alike houses. Philippe and Pierre seemed unconvinced that anything had actually happened to Ryan or Jake but Tyler was wigging out so they decided to take him seriously.

"Okay, fine. Let's go look for your boyfriend," Pierre laughed.

Tyler's handsome face blushed, "Jake isn't my boyfriend, we just fuck sometimes."

Philippe got in front of Tyler and looked him in the eyes. Tyler's mind was starting to run wild with all of the awful things that could've happened to his boyfriend and his worry must have been etched on his cute young face because Philippe became much more serious. He motioned for Pierre to kill the music.

"True talk man, I know you like Jake, and it isn't just fucking,"

Tyler was stunned at Philippe's blunt assessment.

Philippe continued, "I promise you he's okay, alright. I promise you. We'll go find 'em." It was a stunning show of empathy that demonstrated Philippe may have had more of an emotional range than his bro persona let on.

Even though it was only early evening, without street lamps or any other source of light, it was going to get very dark in Splatter Heights as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. Philippe handed out flashlights along with the bottle rockets they had packed to set off in the abandoned streets. They would head in different directions and if they found anything or needed help they would set off a rocket. With no other artificial lights, a firework would stick out like a sore thumb.

Philippe was a soccer player with massive calves and an upper body to die for. He had massive, tattooed biceps and huge pecs that mounded over his broad, ripped abs. Philippe's abs were etched, nearly as jacked at Tyler's, and perfectly sculpted. His torso, which he called 'The Rock' at the gym was the pinnacle of male perfection, and absolute monument of beefy, sexy masculinity. His legs were massive, with thighs that looked like tree trunks and strong calves. To top it off, his perfect body was capped with a beautiful face with a square jaw, kissable lips and eyes that could bore into your soul. And as if all of that wasn't enough for Philippe to win sexiest fucker of the year, his pants were bulging with a pair of huge  nuts and a cock that had made women orgasm just at the sight of it. His donkey cock, like the rest of him, was huge and throbbing.

Philippe made his way down the lane and turned onto a darkened street. He looked back the way he came and there was no trace of Tyler or Pierre. He kept going until he reached an intersection. He called out for Jake and Ryan before choosing a direction at random. He was on Wisteria Crescent one of the least finished parts of the development. None of the houses were remotely finished and there was nothing but crumbling wooden frames and random construction machinery everywhere. It was the perfect place for a muscle stud to accidentally get fucked up.

"Jake! Ryan!" Where are you?" he called out. He nearly stumbled into a giant hole - an abandoned basement - and suddenly became much more aware of the danger. Fuck, this isn't funny!

"Come out you guys! This shit isn't funny!" 

He continued down the street until he heard two sets of footsteps rapidly approaching. He turned to see Trevor and Wesley bounding toward him. The two brutes were still covered in chunks of Ryan and were grinning wickedly. It was like something out of a horror movie.

"What the fuck!" Philippe instantly recognized the stains on the two men was real blood. And they were massive beasts of men. Each of them were the largest most ripped jock Philippe had ever seen and he correctly deduced there was no way he could take on both of them.

He let out a bitch like scream as he ran from the gore covered brothers back toward base camp. He was shouting out for help but the other guys were too far away and his screams were being blocked by all of the ruins around him. Philippe turned and was stunned to see the two giants were bounding toward him like track stars. Philippe tripped and fell, landing on his pretty face, and had barely gotten back up before Trevor jumped on his back, nearly cracking it. 

Philippe shouted but Trevor just stunned him with a punch to the back of the head. The brute's massive fist felt like a hammer. Trevor rolled Philippe onto his back and he and his brother admired the adorable muscle god. Wesley but his blood soaked boot on Philippe's crotch and pressed down not hard but enough to signal to Philippe that he should stay down. Philippe looked up at them in terror.

"Wha... what do you want?"

Wesley looked down and sneered. His boots were getting wet from a fresh batch of Philippe's piss soaking through his jeans. The scared little bitch was actually pissing on himself even with all of those muscles and hard-ass tattoos. The brother's didn't bother to answer Philippe's stupid question before Wesley stomped on his nuts and Trevor punched him so hard in the face his nose snapped. Philippe screamed as Trevor smashed his face again and Wesley crushed his nuts nearly to popping. Philippe's deep voice was droning in pain as Trevor jack hammered his face and Wesley was stomping him out of the gene pool. Horrifyingly, Philippe realized that Trevor was holding back. Even though his nose was totally shattered, he could tell the giant muscular monster wasn't using his full strength; otherwise his skull would have been cracked.

"Please!" 

The two brothers stepped away and looked at Philippe. His handsome face was covered in blood, his piercing eyes were swollen nearly shut and he was clutching his flattened balls. The giant organs felt like they had burst. The laughed at him as he struggled to his feet and tried to run. They let the horrified teen make it nearly twenty feet before pouncing after him.

"No!" 

Philippe was knocked on all fours. Before he could get up, Trevor kicked him in the ribs, lifting the bulky stud off the ground. Philippe screamed and clutched his chest. It felt like the giant had cracked his ribs. He tried to crawl away but Wesley stomped on his back. A huge bruise erupted under his shirt. Philippe fell flat on his stomach and screamed. The brothers laughed as they rolled Philippe onto his broad back, his mounding pecs facing skyward, his abs detailed in his sweat and mud soaked shirt. Philippe looked up at the two slop covered thugs and noticed scraps of fabric the same color as Ryan's shirt. His blood ran cold as his dumb jock brain made the connection.

"Please! Please! Don't!"

Wesley stomped on Philippe's crotch and the hung teenager screamed. Meanwhile Trevor had revved up a chain saw and was approaching Philippe with tauntingly slow speed. Philippe wailed like a little scared bitch and tried to get up to run but Wesley just kicked him on his side and sent him on his back. Philippe's liver was bruised and he thought he was going to vomit from pain. Philippe begged and pleaded as Trevor knelt down and slice through his leg. A fountain of blood and bits of fabric and muscle splattered his face and shirt. The whirring blade sliced through his beefy jock leg like a warm knife through butter, not stopping until it hit the ground under him.

Philippe was in agony and he reached down to try to stem the out of control arterial spurts. He screamed as Trevor slowly lowered the chainsaw toward his mounding crotch.

"Not my balls!"

The chainsaw caught the fabric of Philippe's jeans and ripped the crotch off. A moment later his saggy scrotum got caught in the whirring blades and his balls were yanked forward, liberating from his body with a wet tearing. Philippe vomited as his hunky nuts were turned into a spray of gore by the blades followed immediately by his huge cock which exploded into gory ribbons. Philippe screamed and begged as Trevor stopped the blade just before it came into contact with his ripped abs. The brothers hoisted the screaming stud upright and drug him over to a large wooden construction crate. Wesley roughly bent the bleeding, one legged jock over the crate and spread his ass cheeks. His virgin hole was puckering and he was screaming and bleeding. While Wesley held Philippe up, Trevor revved up the chainsaw and positioned it just over his buns like he was about to slice a loaf of bread.

Philippe could feel in agonizing detail as the chainsaw sliced his bubble butt in two, each muscular cheek separated from the other. Philippe gasped and screamed as his intestines spilled out from between his sawed open legs. His stomach was dropping, too and it seemed like every organ was racing for the exit. Trevor didn't stop slicing until the saw had sliced through his abs from the inside, rupturing his perfect abs. One of the mounding bundles of muscle flew away; Philippe was suddenly one 'can' short of an eight pack. Remarkably, Philippe stayed conscious as the brothers flipped him over and threw him onto his back. He was delirious, begging and screaming in horror as he looked down to see his guts spilling onto the ground. The brothers ripped off his shirt and both grabbed chainsaws.

"Fuck no! Please!"

The brothers sliced into Philippe's perfect, rock hard abs, slicing them open like a roast. Philippe's beer-filled stomach erupted as it was sliced and his guts were splattering the three men. Unfortunately for Philippe he was totally conscious, screaming for mercy, until Wesley's chainsaw sliced through his heart. The stud instantly stopped thrashing and his crying eyes were staring into space awash in incredible sadness. The last thought the brainless muscle idiot had was how he had promised Tyler everything was gonna' be okay. Boy, was he wrong.

The brothers cheered and silenced their chainsaws. Philippe's broad chest was torn open. They dug their meaty hands into his chest cavity and started pulling and squeezing whatever they could. They tore off reach rib one by one; Wesley pulled out Philippe's still pulsing left lung and tore it apart like and animal. Trevor found his kidneys which he yanked out and pulped in his bare hands. Literally miles of intestines were pulled out and ripped apart, showering the brothers and the corpse like confetti. The long dead Philippe just stared up, his bloodied face still stained with tears as every organ in his torso was mangled by hand. The brothers played catch with his punctured stomach until it disintegrated into goop.

They looked down at the split open jock and grinned. They drug his body toward a pit. Inside was a tunnel boring machine, a huge machine with  rings of razor sharp teeth that had been used to dig the sewers for the area. Luckily the brothers had kept the abandoned machine in working order all of this time. They had radically modified the machine so that the grinding face, ten feet of ground pulverizing teeth, were pointed face up. The pit looked like a giant blender, probably like the same Nutra Bullets the dumb jocks had all used that morning to make their protein shakes. Wesley activate the machine then crawled out of the hole to stand next to his brother. The two brutes lifted what was left of Philippe and tossed him into the whirring blades. 

BLOOSH

Philippe's hunky body erupted into a shower of gore. Half a leg went flying. His bicep hit Trevor in the face. It looked like a giant hunk of meat had been dropped into a giant's blender.  The brothers laughed as Philippe's meaty body was blended until it looked like a messy jock milk shake. A continuous shower of sludge splattered all over the brothers and they could hear Philippe's muscles being torn apart and his bones cracking.  They knew he was a beefy fucker but even they were surprised by the mess. The cocky womanizing stud was nothing but absolute, disgusting slop.

They grinned as they climbed out of the pit and went to hunt down the last two studs.

Painting The Walls With A Ginger

 

Kyle was twenty, five feet eleven inches of perfectly sculpted muscle. The hot ginger had virtually no body fat on his tight frame, letting every rippling inch of his musculature stand out. His wild red hair on the top of his head matched the flaming bush that sprouted around his huge nuts and thick, veiny cock. Kyle was one hot ginger jock alright. He was so hot that thirty year old Aaron didn't think twice about pulling over one hot Texas afternoon and offered to give Kyle a lift.

Kyle's beater of a car had broken down a few miles outside of town and it was over one hundred degrees outside and no shade for miles. Kyle gladly accepted the kind strangers offer and hopped into the car. Kyle was wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt drenched in sweat. His clothes were clinging  to his hot body and Aaron was paying more attention to his hot passenger than the road.

Aaron was about Kyle's height but easily had one hundred pounds on him. He wasn't fat, but his previously muscular frame had softened a bit from his hey day. No bother, he knew he was more than strong enough to do what he had planned.

"Hey man, that's my turn off," 

Kyle pointed to the fork in the road Aaron had just breezed by. Aaron ignored him. Kyle thought Aaron hadn't heard him so pointed it out again and Aaron glared at him. CLICK. Kyle rose an eyebrow when he heard the doors lock. 

Kyle was getting a little worried but figured he could take the dude if it came to it. 

Aaron abruptly pulled over and ordered Kyle out of the truck. Kyle, glad to be free of the weirdo, hopped out but was immediately confronted by Aaron who had pulled a handgun from under  the seat and was pointing it right at Kyle's heart. Kyle pissed on himself and begged but Aaron just laughed. He ordered Kyle to drive the truck and go exactly where he told him to. To make sure Kyle didn't try anything dumb, Aaron sat in the passenger's seat with the pistol pressed into Kyle's bulging crotch. One false move and Kyle's nuts were going to paint the inside of the truck. Kyle drove until it was evening, far from anything, until Aaron told him to pull onto a long driveway. The little cabin was so far back from the road Kyle couldn't see it. 

"Get out!"

Kyle slowly opened the door and hopped out of the truck. He started begging but that just got Aaron hot. His cock was throbbing in his shorts. He barked at Kyle to strip, all the while pointing the gun at Kyle's chest. Kyle peeled out of his sweaty clothes and stood with his hands to his side. Aaron couldn't believe his luck, today turned out to be a great day for hunting. Kyle looked incredibly hot in the twilight and  Aaron walked up and pressed a hand on his meaty pec, slowly running it down Kyle's rippled abs as he pressed the barrel of the gun against Kyle's temple. Kyle cried and cowered in terror as Aaron explored every inch of his hot body, pressing the gun against his head or his chest or his back, making sure Kyle knew who was in charge.

Finally the light was starting to drop too low for Aaron to admire his catch so he ordered him into the cabin. It was tiny, a single room. It was nothing more than a hunting shack; Kyle couldn't believe anyone actually lived in it. In the lamplight, Aaron kept licking and rubbing all over Kyle, the gun pressed against his dangling, heavy nuts. 

"You're really gonna' spruce this place up," Aaron whispered in Kyle's ear. Kyle didn't understand the comment.

Aaron slammed the butt of the gun into Kyle's face, cracking his pretty jaw and knocking out several teeth. Kyle wailed in agony. He begged, he'd done exactly what Aaron wanted. 

CRACK

Kyle's nose erupted in blood, smashed under the gun. Kyle was dazed and fell to his knees. He looked up at Aaron sobbing. 

"Please! I didn't do anything!"

Aaron laughed at the pathetic jock as he sent his foot sailing between Kyle's legs. He let out a shriek as he fell to his side. Aaron grabbed Kyle by the hair and dragged the kicking and screaming hunk to the middle of the cabin. Kyle tried to get up and run away but Aaron pistol whipped him until his face was a swollen, bloody disaster. The hot jock was barely recognizable. Kyle was so dazed he could only moan as Aaron tied him spread eagle to the floor with chains attached to pegs placed in the floor. Aaron's alacrity with the task and the fact that the chains and floor hooks were already installed made it obvious this wasn't the first time Aaron had done this. Kyle screamed as he writhed against the chains, pleading and begging.

"Please! Please let me go!"

"No! I told you, you're going to help me decorate,"

Kyle was confused  and horrified. He was on his back, chained to the floor totally vulnerable. Aaron placed his boot on Kyle's nuts, slowly pressing them into the floor. He could feel the massive things flattening under his weight as he pressed into them and ground his foot in. Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs as Aaron started stomping his balls as hard as he could, the floor vibrating with each blow. Kyle was delirious and threw up as one of his balls explosively burst in his swollen sack. Aaron's cock was raging and he stripped out of his clothes. He wasn't in nearly as good of shape as Kyle but he was bulkier and stronger and his muscles were bigger than Kyles just not as cut - not like that mattered now.

Aaron left he cabin and Kyle could hear him rustling around outside. He struggled desperately to get free. His popped nut was swelling horribly and the pain was mind altering. Try as he might, the only thing Kyle's struggling did was make him look even hotter, all the toned muscle wriggling around, and Aaron came back into the cabin just in time to see it. Kyle looked at the naked maniac in the doorway and let out a guttural, pleading shriek.

Aaron walked deliberately slowly across the room holding a pick axe. Kyle begged and pleaded and his struggling became much more urgent but Aaron's cock just leaked, hard as a rock as he soaked in the Opera of the Horrified Jock. When he was standing between Kyle's spread legs he swung the axe straight down, puncturing Kyle's sack. Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs and Aaron laughed as he pulled out the axe and swung it again, this time hitting Kyle's dick. His jock cock was ruined in an instant and Kyle was delirious with pain. The axe came down again straight into Kyle's muscular thigh. A torrent of blood shot out and Kyle's eyes crossed. He screamed in panic as he watched himself bleeding heavily and pleaded for  help but that just got Aaron harder. Kyle's other thigh was punctured, then his beefy bicep. Kyle wailed as Aaron kept ramming the pic axe into his biceps, thighs and balls. Aaron loved feeling all that muscle being punctured and turned to shreds.

As Kyle screamed and got light headed, Aaron ran outside and returned with a sledgehammer. Kyle found new strength to struggle frantically at the chains, pleading and sobbing. Aaron kept swinging the giant sledge string the ground just inches from Kyle's body. Kyle was hysterical, bleeding from countless stab wounds, horrified. Aaron tired of toying with Kyle so sent the sledge down directly onto his eight pack abs. The tough muscles were destroyed, turned into fibrous mush, but still held on barely enough to keep the sledge from plunging into Kyle's guts. He wasn't so lucky after the fourth blow. Kyle whimpered, unable to scream, as the sledge hammer disappeared into his stomach, smashing through his intestines. His abs had split open like swinging doors and Aaron whooped in delight. He continued to slam the sledge hammer into Kyle's torso, feeling like he was smashing raw hamburger as the hammer's head would get stuck in the pulped guts. 

Kyle's ribs cracked instantly, crushing his heart and puncturing a lung. Kyle let out one last gasp before his body went limp. Aaron recklessly slammed the sledge over and over into Kyle's torso crushing his internal organs, turning his heart in to a stain, pulverizing his ribs and sending more and more of Kyle's guts flying. Aaron was swinging so aggressively that when he pulled the sledge hammer back for the next blow, it was slinging back chunks. Aaron took aim at Kyle's crotch, absolutely pulverizing it. Kyle's sex organs were instantly turned mush but that wasn't Aaron's true goal. He kept slamming the sledge hammer into Kyle's crotch until he felt Kyle's pelvis and hips starting to break. Aaron concentrated on the hip and crotch on Kyle's left side, occasionally missing and slamming into Kyle's broad thigh. The muscle was getting pulverized. Kyle's hips and pelvis were shattered, his guts were oozing out from the gaping hole in his abs and his left leg was barely attached to his body. 

After a few more blows, Aaron threw down the sledge, crushing Kyle's stomach, which had meet knocked to the upper part of his chest cavity by the violent slamming earlier. He undid the chains on Kyle's ankles and grabbed Aaron's left ankle pulling his leg straight up at an unnatural angle. The earlier crushing of his hips had destroyed the socket and Aaron grabbed Kyle's meaty thigh with both hands and tugged upward. For leverage, he stood on Kyle's torso to hold his body down and could feel Kyle's bladder explode and spill spill piss all over his foot. Aaron was up to his ankles in hot jock, both feet firmly inside Kyle's abs, squishing his organs as he yanked on Kyle's leg. With a gross tearing, Kyle's beefy left leg was freed from his body. Aaron held it up like club by the shin.

It was a massive, heavy hunk of pure muscle with an ivory white bone sticking out of the top. It looked and felt like a club. Aaron used it as such, slamming it into Kyle's handsome, bloody face. The dead jock's face was being smashed by his own thigh and the leg itself was being destroyed by Kyle's rock hard skull. Aaron used Kyle's let like a mallet until it snapped backward at the knee. He picked up his sledge hammer and cracked Kyle's head open like a mellow. Jock brain went everywhere. Aaron stood on Kyle's split open head and hopped, feeling his skull crushed and his brain and eyeballs popping under his bare feet. 

Kyle's arms were hacked off next. Aaron aimed destroyed his shoulders with the mallet until they were no longer attached by bone, just with skin. Aaron grunted and moaned as he pulled each arm completely arm, each one holding on until the last moment by stubborn ribbons of skin. He took Kyle's muscular, gym toned right arm and snapped it like a twig over his knee. He slammed each one into Kyle's mutilated, gaping check cavity until the muscles had burst and turned to jelly.  Aaron looked down at his handy work.  Kyle's head was a chunky pile of unrecognizable gunk. If it wasn't for the tufts of red hair, it would have looked like a gross Halloween display. It was so mutilated it didn't look real. His chest was blown completely open. His guts were broken and splattered where his abs used to be, every rib was gone, his kidney and liver were mostly just disgusting mush clinging to the bottom of Aaron's feet. His stomach and heart were in the same place, both crushed, and his pecs had imploded like collapsing soufflés. It was quite the scene.

"Time to decorate!"

Aaron fetched a double barrel shotgun from a closet and put the barrel inches from the slop pile that used to be Kyle's face. BOOM! A huge spray showered Aaron and the walls.

BOOM! Aaron unloaded into Kyle's chest. Pieces of his spine sprayed out like shrapnel. The powerful close range blasts were like bombs going off in the gunk and the walls and ceiling were starting to drip with Kyle. Aaron unloaded a dozen bullets into Kyle's torso, splattering the cabin, before moving to Kyle's right leg. The thick thigh meat exploded as the shotgun shells ruptured them. Aaron put another ten shots just in Kyle's thigh, or rather the pile that was left after the first two shots. His lower leg was next. Kyle's foot made a perfect accent splatter on the wall. 

Aaron looked around, Kyle was mostly on the walls and ceiling. Just one broken leg and two mutilated arms that had been thrown into the gunky pile remained. The walls looked great, but they could be better. Aaron whistled as he made his way outside and wheeled in small woodchipper. Luckily most of Kyle was already in pieces, the machine couldn't possibly have handled the whole stud. 

The teeth ground Kyle chunks like a hungry animal and Aaron happily fed it. It was spraying a chunky, mostly liquid paint in the perfect shade of Dumb Jock Red all over the room. Aaron was soaked. He picked up a handful of Kyle's smashed guts and tossed them in. He had to snap Kyle's flattened, but still beefy arms into smaller pieces to feed to the machine. It rewarded him by painting the rear wall Kyle Bicep Crimson. Kyle's meaty legs were way too big for the machine. Aaron just chain sawed them into pieces small enough for the machine until gallons of ginger jock legs were dripping from the ceiling and walls. Aaron was literally getting dripped on as he picked up a fragment of Kyle's skull to feed to the grinder. 

"It's raining men..." Aaron sang to himself as the rain of guts and blood oozing from the ceiling showered him. 

Unfortunately the machine clogged after Aaron threw in too many smashed organs, ribs and spine fragments at once. Aaron shut it off and looked at what was left of Kyle's carcass. He put his boots back on and stood on what used to be Kyle's right sculpted pec. He proceeded to jump up and down, landing full force on the increasingly small chunks that were left over. Kyle's last barely recognizable organ, his liver, exploded. The last vertebrae of his backbone was shattered. Aaron hopped on Kyle like a child playing in a puddle, which Kyle essentially was.

Satisfied, Aaron picked up the sledgehammer. Kyle was nothing but wall decoration and soup on the floor, but Aaron knew he could do better. He methodically hunted down the last things resembling chunks and made quick work of them with the sledge.

Aaron, the cabin and his tools were covered in slop. It was glorious.

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.