Leo and Nick Bayne Go to Heaven

Warning: This story contains depictions of domestic violence. This can be a really disturbing or triggering topic, even for guys who read blogs like this. No judgment if you wanna' skip this one. Please read at your own discretion. 

BE ADVISED THIS STORY CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SUICIDE and/or SELF HARM.

PS: I gave this story a happy ending because even when there is incredible darkness, there is always light. ** hugs to all and be safe out there**

Leo and Nick Bayne

Leo and Nick Bayne didn't really know what to expect when they got a random invitation in the mail to watch the pilot episode of a new sitcom with a gay main character. The invite seemed legit, it was from a consulting agency linked to a well-known streaming service, and the pilot was being tested in a conference room of a major office building downtown, not some seedy random location.

Leo, Nick and four other gay couples presumably chosen at random sat through the 45-minute pilot of a show that was an awkward mashup of Queer As Folk, This is Us and Riverdale. It, like most pilots that never get made into a series, was a complete hodgepodge mess, but at least everyone got a free t-shirt and a gift card for their time, plus the consultants seemed to be genuine in gathering everyone's (mostly negative) feedback. But it wasn't just the show's one-dimensional, stereotype characters that made Leo uncomfortable. Throughout the showing the screen would flash and random symbols and words would briefly appear. Nick didn't notice but Leo and a few others did and, weirdly, it had given them awful headaches. Leo thought nothing of it as the two left the screening.

Leo feeling strange...

Leo and Nick made a day out of their outing to the city. After the screening, they had lunch, went shopping and enjoyed a long stroll in the park. The two muscle sluts were bulging out of their slacks and conservative white polos, holding hands and stealing kisses as they walked, almost daring anyone to complain. One homophobe did say something but quickly backed down when Leo stuck out his chest and glared as Nick gave him a hug. A few hours later they were home.

Their little date day had gotten both of them pumped for a nasty, no holds barred fuck fest. They had been married for years but the two horny studs' sex drives never cooled down. The two hunks of muscles fucked and sucked each other for hours a day, discovering more and more depraved ways to use each other's bodies.  Leo was feeling especially horny as Nick set the dinner table; Leo loved how Nick always cooked dinner and presented it with care like it was their first date every night. Nick wasn't a great cook, but the wholesomeness was nice... and made the debaucherous, ass-pounding, throat stretching sex that came after so much dirtier.

Nick looking slutty

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Leo opened it and was surprised to see one of the consultants from the pilot screening, a lanky man named David who was wearing an expensive suite over his svelte body and whose hair was still perfectly styled and gelled. Leo remembered thinking that the soft-spoken twink was delicious and had joked with Nick about inviting him back home and tearing him in half, so it was a happy - but strange - coincidence that he was here.

"Umm.. hi. What can I do for..." Leo started but was quickly interrupted. David held an iPad displaying random, jarring images in a loop in front of Leo's face.

The dumb muscle hunk's eyes crossed before snapping back to normal, but they were glazed over, as if he was in a trance. His mind went fuzzy and suddenly his muscles started to ache as if he had just left the gym. They were getting tense for some reason, flooding with adrenaline.

"You know what you need to do! Activate the omega directive, all other priorities are rescinded." David commanded in a voice bigger than his small body would suggest before casually walking into their condo and closing the door. 

Leo's muscles bulging...

Leo locked it and they both made their way to the dining room as David pulled out a small camcorder. Nick looked up in surprise, instantly recognizing the well-dressed twink, and presumed he was there to ask survey questions or something.

"Oh hey! We're just sitting down for dinner, but..." 

Before Nick could finish, Leo lunged across the room and tackled him to the ground. Nick was confused as his beefy husband straddled him, but he wasn't alarmed. The two fucked like literal animals so this was par for course. Maybe Leo really had seduced David and the three were about to have a wild orgy, Nick thought, his massive cock getting hard at the prospect, pressing through the thin fabric against Leo's leg. 

Nick opened his mouth, expecting Leo to kiss him, but was startled by the strange expression on his husband's handsome face.

"Nick... run...!" Leo growled but it was too late. 

Nick about to be pounded...

Nick screamed as Leo's balled fist slammed down onto his face three times like a piston, full force. Nick thought he felt his perfect nose crack and blood was streaming down his face. 

"What the fuck!" 

Nick, who was an equally beefy mindless muscle slut, pushed Leo off and went to stand. David was silently recording the scene from a corner and Nick could see a truly enormous tube-shaped bulge that seemed to go halfway down his leg. Before Nick could gain his bearings, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh.

Leo had grabbed a fork from the table and plunged it so far into Leo's leg that the tines were buried. It was painful, but not especially dangerous. Nick yelped in pain, which was all the opening Leo needed. 

CRASH

Nick was dazed as Leo slammed a heavy serving dish against his husband's head. The hot, metal dish was dented and a microfracture erupted on Nick's skull. Nick stumbled backward in pain; he knew he was hurt but not fully aware of how much.  He looked at Leo and shouted.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Nick asked, holding his head.

Leo was a big prankster, and it wasn't unusual for their roughhousing to get out of hand since both of the idiots acted unaware of how big and powerful, they were. 

"Nick... you have to... RUN... " Leo's words were stilted and sounded forced, almost like someone was using him like a puppet.

Leo and Nick

"Honey, I don't understand. What's wrong?" 

Nick took a step toward Leo, totally ignoring David. It was a critical mistake. Nick screamed as the five-inch blade of a steak knife was plunged through his shirt, slicing into his rock-hard abs. Leo screamed in horror as he sent the knife over and over into Nick's stomach. Nick grabbed his bleeding abs and fell to the ground on his back. He was in total agony. His rock-hard abs had six large gashes, his stomach and intestines had been punctured and his half-digested lunch was starting to ooze into his abdominal cavity. 

Leo started sobbing as he pile dived onto his husband. He used his elbow like a deadly weapon, the force of all of his massive weight and muscular arms landed in the middle of Nick's chest. Nick gasped as the air was literally pushed out of him. Leo kept crying as he grabbed Nick's throat, squeezing as hard as he could. Nick flutily grabbed his lover's hands and tried to pry them off but Leo was a beast. 

"I can't stop myself... I'm sorry!" Leo cried as his husband's frantic writhing slowed, his face was turning purple and only weak gargling sounds were coming out.

"Excellent!" David cheered, still filming.

"What did you do!" Leo shouted at David, taking a break from choking Nick so that he could use his powerful fists to slam onto Nick's chest, right over his heart. 

Nick screamed. He could feel his over-powered brute husband's blows were literally cracking his ribs. His heart, a muscle that was suddenly far more important than his abs, was about to be crushed in his chest. In desperation, Nick was able to throw Leo off of him and run toward the door. He was still bleeding heavily from his stomach; his ribs were bruised, and his throat burned with each breath, but he was fueled by pure adrenaline.

"Stop him!" David commanded.

Leo nodded and ran toward Nick, tackling him. Before Nick could react, Leo had grabbed both of Nick's ankles and wrenched them into the air.

"Honey! No!"

CRUNCH

Leo slammed his shoe over and over and over and over into the mounding bulge at the intersection of his husband's muscular legs. What the fuck am I doing! Leo thought fully aware that he was destroying the favorite part of his husband's body but couldn't stop himself. Nick threw up from agony and David just kept filming. Suddenly Leo felt a bit more control over himself and turned toward David, looking like he was going to lunge. Without missing a beat, David held up the screen with the strange symbols and Leo's eyes glossed over. Leo nodded as he continued to stomp on his husband.

This time Leo focused on Nick's bloody abs, stomping and jumping on Nick's abdomen until he felt something burst. Maybe it was Nick's stomach, maybe it was his spleen, but whatever it was made Nick's mouth erupt blood and filled the panicked stud with enough terror to spring to his feet and again run toward the door, his tattooed arm clutching his crushed abs, the pain from his nuts making each step torture.

"Stop him!"

Leo in beast mode...

Leo tried to stop himself, but he ran into the kitchen to fetch a butcher knife, then ran back to Nick. Nick had made it to the door, but his bloody hands made it impossible for him to grip the knob. He collapsed onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, sobbing in terror like a bitch. The sound of Nick crying and begging was gut-wrenching for Leo. It was the worst sound he'd ever heard; he wouldn't wish his worst enemy to be forced to hear their partner crying out like that. 

"Strip him!"

"No! Please!" Leo couldn't help himself. He kicked his muscly husband onto his back then knelt down.

"Leo..." Nick was crying. Horrified. His burst stomach was flooding his insides with stomach acid, his destroyed ab muscles were making his usually pristine washboard abs turn purple under his shirt.

Nick tried to fight back as Leo violently ripped off his clothes, using the knife at times resulting in dozens of rather deep cuts all over Nick's toned body. It took less than a minute before Nick was totally naked. Huge bruises and bleeding gashes were all over his perfect muscly body. Leo threw up.

"Make it stop!" Leo cried.

"Gut him!" David demanded, his cock leaking.

Leo screamed as he plunged the knife directly into Nick's navel. Nick screamed and gargled on blood as Leo ran the knife up his abs, stopping just short of his pecs. The knife had plunged in so far, Leo could feel it scrapping the floor under his husband. Leo begged himself to stop as he grabbed either side of the massive gash in Nick's abs with each hand and pulled in opposite directions, tearing Nick's chest open like a book. Nick begged and screamed as his ripped midsection was torn wide open, filling the condo with the disgusting smell of the inside of Nick. Nick's guts started spilling out, causing Leo to wretch, but he couldn't stop himself. He dug both hands into Nick's stomach and started pulling out ropes of guts. Nick was screaming as he felt his lover's fist grab and then pull his liver. The organ ruptured but Leo, grabbing and pulling randomly, wasn't able to dislodge it. 

"Nick... I'm so sorry... " Leo, who still couldn't control his physical actions, was still fully aware of what he was doing. He had seen lots of gory slasher movies, but nothing prepared him for this. Nick was being torn apart, guts and blood everywhere and it was a million times worse than any special effects.

"Now, I want you to totally destroy him while you tell me why you love him," David cackled.

Leo started sobbing as he stood to his feet. Nick was barely alive as Leo grabbed Nick's arm and yanked him to his feet, tearing the muscular arm out of its socket.

"I love how he lights up the room when he smiles..." Leo pleaded through tears, his fist plowing into his lover's battered face. 

"It was the first thing I noticed about him, his smile..." 

Leo used one hand to hold Nick against the wall by his throat while the other power punched his face. Dozens of bones in Nick's face were breaking while his guts continued to ooze out of his ripped open abs. Leo could feel Nick's handsome face being totally demolished but he couldn't help himself; David just kept recording.

Leo threw Nick to the ground and pounded on him. Nick screamed and screamed as Leo grabbed Nick's tattooed arm at the shoulder while he pressed down on his back with his knee. Nick felt his shoulder snap but Leo just kept going...

"I love how hot he is... he really takes care of his body..."

RIIIP

Nick screamed as Leo used his animal strength to rip off his arm. Blood gushed as Leo used Nick's own muscly arm like a club, beating his husband with it. 

"Fuck him up, stud!" David roared.

Nick tried to crawl away, but Leo stomped on him, fracturing his backbone. Instantly the lower half of Nick's body went limp. Leo sobbed as he realized he'd just paralyzed the love of his live.

"I love his dumb jokes..."

CRACK

Leo stood on Nick's back and jumped up and down, crushing his ribs and backbone. Nick's heart was dangerously flattened in his chest cavity.

"...and I love how good he makes me feel about myself. He's my rock..."

Leo screamed at himself, desperate to regain control as he lifted his hunky husband like a rag doll and threw him over the dining room table, ass up. Any other day that would have marked the beginning of a nasty, slutty fucking but today Leo wasn't in control. David moaned as Leo proceeded to ram both fists all the way up Nick's ass until his fingers were poking out of Nick's destroyed chest hole. Nick was barely alive but Leo just kept fisting him, pulling out long thick ropes of intestines, literally turning Nick inside out. Finally, Nick went totally limp, giving out one more desperate cry.

"NICK!"

Nick being demolished

Leo wailed in a tone so pained and tortured even David seemed taken aback. Leo couldn't stop himself from continuing to tear Nick's asshole apart. 

Leo threw Nick to the ground and proceeded to jump on him with both feet, landing as hard as he could. Nick's heart finally burst into chunks, his rib cage collapsing. His stomach burst entirely. Leo could feel the tough stud literally turning into mush under his heavy weight.

"...I love, Nick. He's my soul mate. He's my whole world..." 

Leo couldn't believe he was turning his husband into a puddle. Suddenly Leo felt the floor under his feet. He was standing up to his shins INSIDE Nick's chest. Leo's eyes glossed over as he picked up Nick and hurled him around the apartment. Leo was strong but even he was shocked at how easy it was to throw Nick around. He grabbed Nick's ankle and jerked up, slamming Nick into the wall and leaving a huge hole in the drywall. Leo felt Nick's hip socket snapping.

"Fuck him up!"

"No! Please!" Leo turned to David, pleading but it was no use.

Leo grabbed the back of Nick's head and slammed it into the ground. He kept pounding the big dumb jock's face into the floor until an eyeball fell out, then teeth. Nick's other eye exploded in the socket. Nicks' skull was collapsing, and soon huge cracks were allowing a disgusting gunky substance formerly known as Nick's brain to ooze onto the hardwood floor. Leo's hand actually broke through Nick's skull and Leo dry heaved as he felt his fist mashing the inside of Nick's head. His hands were covered in blood and brains and there was nothing left of Nicks' face but chunks. If there was any doubt before, Nick was dead.

"Tell me how much you love him!" David had pulled out his monster dick and was frantically stroking as he recorded.

Leo threw, stomped and punched Nick's destroyed body. He stomped down on Nick's massive package to give himself leverage for the next move; he grabbed Nick's ankle and pulled up at an unnatural angle, pulling and tugging wildly until he felt the big muscular leg starting to tear free. Leo sobbed as Nick's left leg came free, but he couldn't' stop himself from using the beefy thing like a club on Nick's torso or at least what was left of it. An hour later, after being brutally beaten, Nicks' body started to come apart. Huge chunks were being left behind each time Leo hurled Nick across the condo. Nick's last arm snapped, dangling like a muscular piece of wet spaghetti.

"I love you, Nick!" 

Leo had picked up what was left of Nick's head and proceeded to hurl it around the room like a football, bits flying off every time it hit the wall or the floor, until Nick's adorable slutty face was unrecognizable. Leo turned his attention to Nick's torso, which still had one leg and a badly broken arm. All of his organs had burst or fallen out, the condo was painted in Nick. 

"He was such a hot lover!"

Leo took both of Nick's enormous nuts in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, chomping them over and over until they burst like grapes filling his mouth with sludge. Leo grabbed Nick's fat dick with both hands and ripped it, along with Nick's empty sack, right off his body. 

Leo was sobbing, He could only watch his body helplessly as he continued to stomp and pound Nick's waist until his last hip cracked. Then it was just a matter of pulling, twisting and tugging until his last beefy leg fell off.  Nick was now just a blown open, muscular torso with an arm.

"Please...!"

Leo grabbed Nick's arm and used it to lift the rest of Nick, slamming his body against the wall like a ragdoll. More guts fell out and shards of rib, smashed organs and disgusting viscera.

Nick about to be blown apart...

David cackled as he watched Leo go to the bedroom. He came back with the couple's handgun. they had never used it, and Leo was shaking desperate to stop himself. But it was no use...

BOOM BOOM

Leo stood over what was left of his hot husband and fired. The two bullets caused guts and muscle to splatter up.

"I love Nick! Please make it stop!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Huge holes were bursting all over Nick's body until the gun was empty. Leo was drenched in Nick-chunks.

David blew his load as Leo continued to stomp and mutilate his dead husband. Finally, David commanded:

"Omega stop!"

Leos eyes got sharp. The glaze went away. The hunky, gore-covered slut was now fully in charge of his faculties. He looked around the condo in complete horror. Guts, blood and gore were everywhere. The only recognizable pieces of Nick were his torn open torso and his limbs which were scattered all over the room.

Leo puked his brains out as David headed toward the door.

"What did you do to me!"

David just laughed as he went to leave. Leo tried to attack him but was stopped with a sharp pain in his chest. Even thinking about attacking David was making him sick.

"You're so dumb. you don't possibly think I'd let you attack me, do you?"

David laughed and left the condo, but not before giving one more command.

"Alpha directive, start!"

"What the..." Leo felt himself losing control. David wanted to stay and watch but willed himself to leave. After all, he had plenty of video footage and this part of the torture was more to punish Leo, not to be recorded. 

Leo picked up Nick's torso and vomited as the mushy, collapsed thing was crushed in his strong grasp. he threw the torso to the ground and groped around for Nicks ass hole, what was left of it. To Leo's disgust his dick was rock hard, and he ripped his pants open. His massive dick flopped out and before Leo could stop himself, he was plowing Nick! he could feel his rock-hard cock sloshing around Nicks guts and ruined organs. It made for a surprisingly good lube, and it didn't take long before Nick's chest was filled with Leo's cum, thick slugs were dripping out of the front of Nick's chest.

Leo found the lower half of Nick's head, it was just the chin up to under his nose, but Nick's mouth was mostly intact. Leo sobbed as he used Nick's mouth - and half his skull - like a Fleshlight until he shot yet another load that dripped down Nick's severed throat.

Leo continued sobbing, crying and trying desperately to regain control as he fucked every hole in Nick's body. Leo used Nick's heart's ventricles like a masturbation sleeve. He fist fucked himself with Nick's limp arm. He tore a hole into Nick's thick thigh and fucked Nick's muscular leg so violently, slamming it against the wall, that chunks of muscle were falling off. Finally, Leo used Nick's brain matter as lube as he wanked uncontrollably, showering Nick's slaughtered body with even more cum.

"I love you.."

Leo kept pounding and stomping Nick until he was just chunks. His ass was torn in two, his organs were all over the room. The treads of Leo's shoes were caked with gore. Finally, Leo passed out from sheer exhaustion, falling into a muscular heap on top of Nick's severed arm.

When he awoke in the middle of the night, the spell was broken. Leo was totally in control of himself again. He remembered everything. Leo could remember Nick screaming and begging. He could remember his horrified lover bleeding to death. The last facial expression Leo saw on Nick's face (before it was crushed beyond recognition) was terror and sadness. Leo remembered the disgusting feeling of Nick's slutty body falling apart. Nick was dead. His best friend, his lover and his husband was just a trail of gore, mush and stains. The vapid muscle stud had been destroyed by the one person he trusted the most.

"OH NICK!!!"

Leo and Nick at their wedding

Leo let out a bellow of sadness that would have made Satan cry. He contemplated calling the police, confessing to his horrible crime and facing his fate but he knew no court could ever render sufficient punishment for the atrocities he'd committed,

Leo sobbed as he stumbled into the kitchen. He was overwhelmed with sadness. He couldn't image his life without Nick and it wasn't like he'd been hit by a bus or died of cancer... Leo had killed him.

He thought back to their wedding day and smiled. He remembered Nick's handsome face, the way they'd both nervously adjusted their tuxes before the ceremony. The love. That was the last image he wanted of Nick, not the disgusting pile of slop he'd become.

"I'll see you soon, babe..."

Leo picked up a giant butcher knife, held it over his heart and felt oddly at peace as he fell onto the knife. The blade plunged through his hunky chest, instantly killing him.

------

Leo awoke with a jolt. He was wearing a pair of fuzzy pajamas, a favorite of his from his childhood, only the outfit now fit perfectly over his much older, larger frame. He was in a small bedroom in a log cabin he didn't recognize. His first instinct was to reach for his chest, in the place the knife had punctured, but he was confused to realize he was fine.

He made his way cautiously through the small cabin to the porch, stepping into the yard. He was startled by the sound of someone running toward him. Leo was still too baffled to immediately recognize that the hulking person approaching him from behind was Nick wearing a casual jogging suit! Nick gave his lover a bear hug and a shocked Leo started kissing and feeling Nick's hunky body as if trying to awake from a dream. Leo had seen and felt what happened to Nick so was stunned to see him standing here in one piece.

"I don't... I don't understand..." Leo stammered.

"I knew you were on your way. I just felt it!" Nick beamed a smile broader and happier than any he'd shown on Earth

"Oh, Nick! I'm so happy right now..." Leo was overwhelmed with a mix of relief and amazement he didn't have words to describe.

Nick explained that after Leo had dispatched him in their condo he immediately 'awoke' in the cabin. Food magically appeared in the refrigerator, the small bar was always stocked. Anything he wanted or imagined just sort of appeared out of thin air. He didn't have to sleep or piss or any of the routine bothers of living. 

"I dunno', honey. It's like... I don't know, but it's wonderful!" Nick beamed.

Alive, Nick had a reputation as an airhead jock. But Leo knew, and loved, the bubbly kind-hearted goofball under all those muscles. But in this place Nick's amazing smile sparkled with the innocence of a child and the aura of happiness made him look infinitely hotter than any photoshoot on Earth.

Leo thought about wearing a casual outfit to match Nick's and his clothes instantly changed. Leo smiled as the realization of what was happening and where they were kicked in. 

They went inside and talked for hours, but most of their communication wasn't with words. Leo only needed to touch Nick's cheek to convey a lifetime of emotion. Nick simply needed to think about how much he loved Leo and suddenly Leo knew exactly how Nick felt. It was an amazing, incomprehensible experience.

At one point Leo put his hand on Nick's thigh. Nick instantly felt how deeply, incredibly sorry Leo was for the things he had done outside his control. If there had been any doubt about how horrible Leo felt, it was entirely erased. Nick smiled happy that Leo's love for him transcended the borders of 'reality' itself. 

"...It's okay, Leo. I love you, too! But now that you're here I figured we could go for a hike in the woods, see what else is out there!"

Instantly, they were both dressed in jeans and plaid shirts with boots, ready to hike.

The two lovers held hands as they made their way out into the Forest of Forever. Now they had eternity to be together in peace, no longer constrained by the limitations of speech to confess their deep affection, admiration and love for each other. It was beautiful and despite the horrors they had to endure to get here - which quickly faded away in their memories - they were both grateful that the end result was literal Heaven.  

Leo and Nick went on an infinite hike. They never tired of each other's company even for a minute. The landscapes they came across were wonderous and indescribable - floating islands in the sky, actual unicorns to ride - but the best part of their journey was whenever they'd touch, they'd be reminded how lucky they were to be together in a way they could never have conveyed alive. And of course, the sex was crazy good. They could last for hours - or days. They could cum on demand, over and over, until they were a pile of cum-soaked, sweaty muscle.

It was a perfect Heaven for the two golden-hearted muscle studs. The perfect place with the perfect mate with such wonders to explore...

... and they lived happily ever after :)

THIS IS ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION for entertainment purposes only. No real-world ill-intent is wished upon any of the models depicted, especially loving couples like Leo and Nick. Absolutely nothing in this blog should be acted out in real life.

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.

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.