The Jockripper: Model Massacre Part Three

 The Jockripper held Alex’s severed head by the blonde hair. The once gorgeous Abercrombie face was dripping with blood and was distorted in a frozen death scream, bits of meat hung from the thick muscular wound which had separated his head from his once perfect Olympian body.

Jockripper walked towards his next victim. Mario had ropes securing his feet to the floor, his arms were secured the same way but the ropes were pulled tight towards the ceiling. Mario’s perfect Spanish muscle body was exposed and defenceless as the Jockripper approached. Mario was wearing slutty turquoise speedo briefs, the skin tight fabric was stretched to the max at the front, as it struggled to contain his massive cock meat. At the back, the speedo was pretty much at bursting point and the fabric threatend to rip in half.

Mario had massive golden glutes, the round curves of the golden ass cheeks were spilling over the top of the skimpy speedos.

Jockripper was taking this magnificent sight in. His blood started to boil and the overwhelming bloodthirsty rage came over him once again. image The Jockripper reached with his free hand and groped Mario’s thick, meaty cock through the speedos. He could feel the plump cock head, the long girthy shaft and the huge cum-filled babymakers. Mario screamed around his ball gag and tears began to roll down his cheeks. Jockripper brought his face up close to Mario’s chiselled male model face. He was breathing heavily as he came closer and grinned, flashing his razor sharp teeth. He could smell the fear on the young Spanish bull. He licked the tanned cheek of the young model slowly at first before he began coating his entire face with saliva, all the while groping the stallion cock through the heaving fabric.

Mario didn’t stop screaming….Not until Jockripper raised Alex’s served head into view.

Mario had become slightly aroused during his assault and his cock was semi-hard. Jockripper had noticed this and could see the material would easily give way with a little help. He ran a talon like fingernail down the front of the speedo which ripped open in a dramatic fashion. The engorged meaty cock sprung forwards and the huge cum filled balls dropped. Jockripper grabbed a fist full of the ruined fabric and shredded the filthy, slutty speedos from the muscle cunts body. The gigantic bubble butt jiggled as Mario struggled against the ropes and screamed louder. Jockripper gripped the fat cock and guided the pink mushroom capped head into Alex’s severed head via the neck wound.

Mario watched helplessly as Jockripper forced his stallion cock inside the blood oozing wound. It travelled up into Alex’s mouth and burst out of his lips. Jockripper used the arrogant cunts decapitated head to jerk off his new muscle slut victim. Mario screamed continuously as he watched Jockripper jack him off with the severed head, Mario was holding down vomit as he was forced to watch his cock slide repeatedly in and out of Alex’s once handsome face. He was now reluctantly rock hard, precum was splashing from his dick and coating Alex’s face, he knew he was close to orgasm and In seconds, he started to cum, violently. Wad after thick creamy wad fired from his magnificent dick, as it slid in and out of Alex. Jizz spurted all over the floor out of Alex’s mouth. Jockripper was laughing manically as Mario orgasmed and cried at the same time.

The Jockripper pulled the Alex’s head off Mario’s cock , dropped it on the floor and stomped on the blonde cunts slutty, cum guzzling mouth. Brains and mush splattered the floor as Alex’s head was mashed into Jockripper’s boot.

Jockripper turned to Mario and began puching him hard in the abs, using him as a human punch bag. His fists slammed into the rippling tanned abs, he pounded his meaty pecs and even beat the shit out of Mario’s large cock. Jockripper had plans for Mario.He pushed a button on the wall and a large circular section of the floor opened to reveal a brightly lit, large, white, circular pit. The walls were roughly 10ft high and in the middle of the sat a set of dumb bells and a metal hoop, securely bolted to the floor. This was a high tech set up, similar to a previous scenario he had subjected a young blonde muscle jock Zac too a few years ago.

Jockripper looked at Mario’s perfect body and grinded his teeth, he hated the fucking perfect slut and wanted him to die a violent death. He walked over to a workbench and picked up a length of thick metal chain link. On one end was what looked like a large metal dog collar. Jockripper approached Mario and fastened the dog collar around his neck. He undid the ropes binding him to the floor and ceiling and before Mario could make a bid for freedom we threw him into the pit.

Mario’s big muscle body fell 10ft and smacked into the solid white floor. He hadn’t broken anything, but had landed quite badly on his face, which had smacked into the ground, breaking his nose and making his front teeth rip through his bottom lip. Blood was cascading out of the wounds and he held his face in agony as he screamed. The male model looked like a disfigured Picasso, blood was seeping between the fingers holding his wounds and was dripping onto his big golden pecs and running down his abs.

Amidst all the confusion the Jockripper had abseiled into the pit and attached the chain to the hoop in the middle using a strong locking device. He then promptly pulled himself out of the pit using the ropes he used to abseil down. Jockripper had plenty of time to set up part two of his ghastly plan.

Jockripper ripped, musclebound underwear model Tyson from his shackles and threw the struggling muscle-buck over his shoulder, carrying him over to a mouldy looking pommel horse which had its handle bars removed.

Jockripper bound Tyson’s strong muscular arms under the pommel horse and cuffed his feet to the legs. The Pommel horse was strapped securely to the ground and there was no way he could escape.

Tyson had been specially selected for this part of torture as he had a prized asset, two huge golden globes which strained against any underwear he wore. He was a cover boy of the underwear/swimwear range in most ad campaigns and he was the lust object of many.

Jockripper had noticed the large juicy ass when he was stalking the models at the photoshoot. Tyson had the biggest sluttiest ass of them all and it now lay exposed and vulnerable.

Jockripper had left the slutty underwear on for now, but did rip the ball gag from Tyson’s mouth

‘HELP ME! HELP SOMEBODY!’

Mario was screaming in agony from his wounds.

‘AGGHHHH MY FUCKING FACE, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?’

The Jockripper looked down at the dumb, helpless musclefuck. He had no idea the terror which awaited him. He flicked another switch and TV monitors in the pit sprang to life. They displayed both Mario holding his face in agony and also a screaming Tyson bent over the pommel horse. Mario looked up at one of the monitors and could see his perfectly sculpted body, he could see his ruined face and it horrified him. He looked at another screen and could see Tyson and his perfect golden muscles, the screens displayed him from numerous angles, one of which focused on the gigantic, underwear clad, bubble butt.

Jockripper shouted down to the stupid muscle fuck

‘I WOULD START PUMPING THOSE WEIGHTS IF I WAS YOU, OTHERWISE THIS…..WILL START MAKING ITS WAY INSIDE YOUR MEATY MUSCLEFUCK FRIEND HERE’

Jockripper pulled a sheet off a huge contraption placed directly behind Tyson, it was a huge, 7ft long, serrated BBQ Skewer, that had a shiny arrow head, aimed directly at the tight pink rose bud nestled between Tyson’s ass cheeks.

“THOSE DUMBELLS NEED TO REMIAN MOVING AT ALL TIMES, OTHERWISE THIS MACHINE WILL FIRE UP AND ITS MUSCLE KEBAB FOR ME’

Jockripper licked his lips, slapped Tyson on his bubble ass and then flicked the machine into life. The arrow head started making its way towards his ass at a slow speed, teasing the muscle jock and prolonging the torture and fear.

Tyson screamed

‘FUCKING PUMP THOSE WEIGHTS HES NOT FUCKING JOKING, PLEASE. MARIO DON’T FUCKING STOP’

Mario picked up the dumb bells and started to workout his enormous muscles.

The weights were heavy. They must have been at least 20kgs each, however Mario was a fit young stud and his large biceps flexed as he pumped the weights.

The BBQ skewer stopped moving

‘THAT’S IT, KEEP GOING, THE MACHINES STOPPED’

Mario looked up at the monitors and could see the skewer had stopped moving, he could also see his impeccable body on the monitors. His face may have been injured but it would heal, he could see his body was still gorgeous and pumped. Each muscle in his body strained with the weights, he felt like a mighty stud as he pumped his big arms, his massive stud cock, swung between his large tanned thighs. If Mario could keep this going for a while he may buy some time for Tyson to escape.

He continued to watch himself workout, sweat started to bead on his forehead and soon his tanned muscles started to glisten with it.

Something moved behind Mario, it was a slow creeping move, but Mario had not yet noticed, he continued pumping his Godlike body.

Two large Komodo dragons had been released from behind a white door hidden in the wall. Each dragon was roughly 9ft long and weighed 110kg. They were ravenous, their forked tongues flashed in and out of their mouths. The Komodo dragons were taking in the huge meaty prey in front of them: The tanned juicy flesh, the large muscular legs, the bulging arm muscles flexing, and the succulent, meaty bubble butt. The dragons couldn’t see the front of the prey yet but they would be in for a feast. The dragons pushed their powerful bodies forward and went in for the kill.

Mario pumped his muscles harder and faster, he watched them flex and bulge. He glanced at the screen….he couldn’t believe his eyes; he turned as he was mid pump. The strong jaws of one of the komodo dragons sunk its razor sharp teeth into one of Mario’s big golden thighs, the other sunk it teeth into Mario’s gigantic cock and balls. They ripped huge chunks of flesh from Mario’s body.

Mario watched as his prize stallion cock entered the Komodo dragons open mouth. The razor like teeth sunk into the golden flesh of the thick, juicy stud cock. The powerful grip of the dragon’s mouth clamped around the girthy steak, the teeth sliced through the plump meat, the huge cum filled balls exploded as the teeth shredded their bulging sacs.

The dragon pulled the cock and balls clean off Mario’s body, bits of muscle, flesh dangled from a bloody stump between Mario’s legs. His impressive manhood was being devoured by the hungry dragon.

Mario’s left thigh had a gaping, bloody wound where the other dragon had bitten a huge chunk of powerful tanned muscle and savaged it from his body. Mario was being eaten alive by these hideous creatures; his perfect muscle body was the succulent beefy prey.

Jockripper was laughing manically and flicked another switch. Mario screamed in agony, the screams echoed around the torture lab. The remaining sluts tied up could see what was happening on a large screen and were screaming and pleading around their gags.

Tyson was screaming even louder as the machine behind him had fired up once again.

The dumbbells had stopped being pumped and the BBQ skewer was getting closer and closer to his plump bubble butt. ‘MARIO NO! HELP HIM PLEASE! NO NO NO PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO US! MARIO! PLEASE TRY! KEEP PUMPING THOSE DUMBBELLS’

Mario was wailing in agony. Blood was spurting out of the stump between his legs and pooling on the floor, he had dropped to his knees due to the pain and his now weakened leg. The dragons were busy devouring his flesh. The poison on their teeth was making Mario’s wounds puss and ooze. Mario felt weak but he could hear Tyson’s screams above.

The arrow head was approaching the fabric of Tyson’s heaving slutty underwear. In a heroic feat of strength, Mario picked up both weights and began to pump his large biceps. He couldn’t escape, but he could at least buy Dan a bit more time to try and escape whilst the dragons were still feeding.

Mario pumped both of his big golden arms in a double dumbbell flex. The biceps bulged and glistened with sweat, he looked like powerful stud. Tyson looked at the monitor, after noticing the machine had stopped again. He could see Mario pumping the weights as two new Komodo dragons launched their attack and sunk a mouth each around the massive golden arms. Mario screamed. He dropped the dumbbells and they rolled away from reach.

He could feel the teeth of the new Komodo dragons sinking into his biceps, teeth shredding the muscles. The arms were ripped from his torso, leaving bloody stumps pumping blood. The original Komodo dragons were done eating the meat they had ripped off and saw the two new dragons as a threat.

They launched a fresh attack on Mario. The big stallion leg which had not yet been touched was the focus of one. It opened its mouth wide and began to devour the whole leg starting with Mario’s feet. Mario’s screams were wild and guttural he sounded like a slaughtered pig. It worked its way up the calf muscle slowly and then began swallowing the whole golden, muscular thigh. The komodo dragon sunk its teeth just below Mario’s ‘Apollos belt’ and tugged the leg from its socket, pulling Mario’s perfect leg from his body. It then scuttled away to let the digestive juices take action.

As Mario’s muscular leg was being consumed the other Komodo launched an attack on the magnificent pecs, as the newer dragons lunged for the massive golden bubble butt and lean rippling stomach.

Mario’s once Prime rippling, muscle-jock body was being tossed around like a rag doll. His huge beefy pecs were torn from his body.

The big, bouncy, tanned pecs, were shredded in the Komodo dragons mouth, ribbons of meat ground into pulp, muscle mushed and golden flesh pulverised.

Mario’s humongous bubble ass cheeks were consumed by one Komodo, which stretched it’s razor sharp mouth around the basket ball sized golden glutes. The teeth sunk into the firm bronze flesh of the perfect ass and savagely tore the jiggling cheeks from the once perfect Adonis. The meaty bubbles exploded in the dragons mouth as they were devoured. Mario’s perfect ass was desecrated in the beasts hungry mouth, blood and flesh dropped from the komodo's mouth as it too scuttled away to enjoy the delicious meat.

The final dragon stretched its mouth over Mario’s once gorgeous face, sunk its teeth into his skull and tugged the male models head from his body, blood spurted from the neck stump. The dragon crunched it’s teeth into Marios once perfect face and crushed it between its jaw.

The dragons would feast on the remains but the once prime muscle slut was left in ruins. The dragons had already started to excrete all over the pit, shitting out the rejected pieces of muscle meat. Mario was well and truly destroyed. The white pit was now plastered with dripping, thick red blood. Ribbons of muscle meat, guts and ruined body parts were strewn across the floor and walls.

Jockripper had killed 4 of the 7 filthy underwear models, two remained shackled to the walls whilst Tyson was strapped defenceless in front of him.

Jockripper let out a manical laugh and looked at Tyson. The tip of the arrow head had just started to rip the fabric of his underwear and would be soon burrowing into his perfect body.

“KEBAB TIME” Jockripper roared.