Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 10

I am excited to share a brand new series written by my good buddy Dissonant Murmur. The first 12 Chapters will feature 'The Morecock Stallions Wrestling Team' and a brand new villain 'Jack the Hammer'. More chapters to come as the slaughter spills beyond the campground. 
As with the other stories on this site, they are NSFW, explicit and contain extreme horror and gore. They are purely fiction and we do not condone acting out anything contained within, in real life! If this is not your bag, do not continue. 
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Shoot the Slut

Xavier was enjoying the chance to get some more sun as he walked back to the exercise center. The climbing wall had been pretty fun, and he was happy with any excuse to goof off and work on his tan at the same time. Wearing only his shorts, his honey toned skin looked amazing in the bright sunlight. Climbing the outdoor wall had given him a nice pump, especially across his arms and pecs. He had always been proud of his chest muscles even as a kid, and now his thick pectorals looked even more incredible especially when contrasted with his narrow waist. He loved showing off on days like today, since his big pecs were large enough to cast a shadow across the rows of abdominal muscles below. Xavier knew he was irresistibly sexy looking like this, which was part of his plan for the rest of the team’s time at the resort.

The cocksure jock was accustomed to seducing people and getting what he wanted, and he knew today would not be an exception. Jerking off both himself and Aiden at once had been pretty fucking hot. While everyone knew Xavier fucked ladies all the time, he had plenty of experience with guys too. Sometimes they were even easier since they did not tend to be as clingy as bitches were. However Xavier was becoming interested in having someone more regularly accessible. He was certain he could arrange a friends with benefits situation with Aiden. The freshman obviously looked up to him and had not protested earlier today. A reliable fuck buddy would be a good way to lighten his nuts without disrupting his schedule. Xavier knew he had enough charisma and chemistry with Aiden to pull that off.

Xavier’s reputation as a womanizer had some help through a different kind of chemistry too. Whenever a there was a frigid bitch at one of his parties that he really wanted, then a little something slipped in their drink usually loosened them up. However he had to be more careful about when to use this particular trick. Unfortunately there had been that one time when things had backfired with Owen, but how was he supposed to have known Owen was really into Courtney? None of the other guys on the team had cared when they fucked the same slut. Sometimes they even fucked the same slut on the same night. He and Aiden had fucked the same bitch at the same time. Nobody cared! Fuck Owen anyway. The guy had always been a stuck up prick, so Xavier was glad things worked out as they had. 

Plus Courtney was a great lay. She had worked her fine cunt up and down on Xavier’s cock like few girls could while whimpering Owen’s name. That had been such a fucking turn on. She had some great moves despite the drugs in her system, and she gripped his prick so tightly that Xavier thought she would peel the skin off his rod. The experience had almost been as good as what happened the following morning when the dumb bitch woke up in his bed with his dried cum all in her cunt and streaked down her legs. She had cried and begged Xavier to not tell Owen. Xavier had seen Owen catch them in the act the night before, but being the gentleman that Xavier was, Xavier promised not to tell a soul… if she cleaned her dried pussy juices off his prick.

She really started crying then, but she also bent down and started sucking. Owen must have trained her well because she took his long, thick dick like a champ. Hell, she managed to swallow a lot of his cum before gagging and pulling off him, which was perfect for Xavier since he enjoyed painting a bitch's pretty face and big tits with his seed. She looked so sexy with his cum dripping off her chin and breasts that Xavier would have fucked her again right then if not for Courtney’s phone interrupting. One of her friends had texted her about the rumors of Courtney and Owen breaking up. Then Courtney started screaming at him about how her life was ruined and what a monster he was, which really killed the mood. Instead of giving her the pleasure of another fuck session, Xavier threw her out of the house and jerked off in the shower. 

Thinking about showering and jerking off, Xavier was hoping to do both very shortly. The climbing had gotten the blood flowing to more than his muscles, but Xavier knew he had a teammate willing to work out the issue. Getting a shower at the exercise center was be a perfect excuse to hang out with Aiden alone. Xavier opened the door and walked into the building and immediately knew something was wrong. Everything was quiet. He jogged down the hall towards the weight machine room to find a disgusting scene. In one of the machines near the back was the unmistakable sight of Owen’s naked body, but his rival’s head had been crushed between two metal plates. Blood, gore, and cum dribbled onto the floor. The smell was awful. Then Xavier remembered who else was in the building. 

Xavier ran towards the back of the building. The bitter stench of blood and vomit confirmed what he feared before he saw the body. Aiden’s corpse was on his back with his limbs broken and dick torn off. The terrified expression on his dead friend’s face haunted Xavier even before he realized where Aiden’s towering cock had gone. Xavier almost threw up himself when he looked at the dead jock’s mouth. He could not believe this was happening. This was impossible. Something out of a bad movie. Not his life.

Xavier looked up and saw the back exit was open. Warm afternoon sunlight spilled into the room as if there were not two dead bodies inside and a sadistic killer on the loose. Xavier was torn between going for help and seeing if he could find the killer, but as he considered the situation, Xavier became determined to find the monster who did this and kill the bastard. Owen had obviously been surprised, and Aiden had probably been too. Xavier was prepared. He would be ready. There was no way anybody could take him on if he saw them coming. The wrestler sprinted towards the doorway and found his quarry waiting for him. The man was not dressed like any of the wrestlers or coaches. The enraged jock stormed out of the building and onto the field.

The monstrous figure looked almost exactly like a Halloween costume of Jack the Hammer. Baggy clothes appeared as if they had been stolen from some construction worker. A big coat was absurd in the hot sun, but this legend seemed immune to the temperature. Perhaps Jack could no longer feel the difference, Xavier thought as he saw the deeply scarred skin that ran across the man’s exposed hands and face. Skin which looked to be made of crusted ash despite the stories saying Jack had been burned years ago. At this point Xavier was not concerned about those things. Legend or not, Jack was only a man. He would die like any other.

“You sick fucker! I am going to kill you!” Xavier screamed as he ran toward the killer. He did not make it far before the killer reached into his coat, pulled out a weapon, and fired.

“Ugh!” Xavier grunted when the big dart slams into his left pectoral. The impact caused the bouncing mound of muscle to ripple, but the wrestler took the hit and kept running. However the blow was enough of a distraction to throw off his stride. Instead of crushing Jack into the ground like a linebacker sacking a quarterback, Xavier found his charge sidestepped. Xavier roared in anger while he turned and tried again. The killer again played the matador to Xavier’s charging bull. This time Jack shoved Xavier to the side, sending the enraged wrestler to his knees a few feet from Jack.

Xavier looked down at the dart still protruding from his heaving chest. He grabbed the dart with his right hand and pulled it out. His pumped bicep and tricep muscles bulged beneath his honey colored skin. He had given no thought to the damage being done by leaving the dart alone. The pumping motion of his pecs had further spread the drugs into his system. The big hunk of meat had no clue that he was already doomed even if Jack did nothing else to him. At this dosage, those drugs would take an hour to kill a large, athletic young stud like him, but Jack had no intention of being a passive observer with this death. No, Jack wanted to play with this handsome, over-muscled young hunk until the very end.

Xavier remained bent over and gasped for air. He did not know what was in that dart, but he could feel something was wrong. He was already starting to sweat in a way that had nothing to do with the heat or his running. The world seemed to spin slightly around him. His muscular back flexed when he pulled himself up. His lats expanded with each breath. The spread of muscles from his narrow waist to his wide shoulders make him look like a cobra preparing to attack. The wrestler tightened his muscles for another charge. His chest and eight pack abs hardened like armor. Only a drop of blood on one of his meaty pecs betrayed any sign of weakness in his muscle packed body. Unfortunately for him, Jack had been preparing as well.

The killer fired again, and Xavier flexed his muscles to take the hit. However Jack had switched weapons. No dart lodged into Xavier’s massive chest, but instead a rubber bullet struck his sweaty skin with the force of a punch. The bullet hit near where the dart had, and his pecs rippled under the sudden pressure. Like the waves created from a rock dropped in a smooth lake, the energy from the impact spread in a ripple across Xavier’s smooth skin and gloriously muscled form. To his credit, Xavier remained on his feet. The hit sent him swaying backwards with a groan, but he still stood.

“FUCK! YOU!” Xavier yelled as the killer fired again. Five rubber bullets in quick succession hit the young wrestler’s Herculean body. One each for both meaty pectorals and three down the middle of the jock’s incredibly defined and tightly flexed abs. Every hit made the wrestler’s incredibly hard muscles ripple and twist. Not even Xavier’s hard flexed body could fully resist the force of these blows, but Jack was obsessed with watching him try. Everything came together so beautifully. Xavier grunted with pain. Godly muscles bunched, deformed, and rebounded. Beads of sweat flew into the air. Pectorals heaved in the sun. Abs tightened into glistening, rippling armor. Torturing the wrestler had made a symphony of motion that was even more lovely than watching Xavier’s amazingly strong body working out. 

Jack reloaded his rubber bullets while his victim rallied his strength. He hoped the tough stud had a lot more fight left in him despite the drugs and blows. Already Xavier’s once impeccable torso was starting to show signs of bruising, but the wrestler was still standing. The killer’s wish was granted when Xavier yelled and threw a punch right at Jack’s head.

In a fair fight, Jack would have been in trouble. The killer was strong and experienced at killing, but Xavier was younger, tough, strong, and knew how to take down an opponent. However the drugs and injuries were taking their toll. The wrestler’s huge arm muscles were just a little too slow, so the killer ducked under Xavier’s punch and slammed a fist into Xavier’s hard abdominals. Those abs were still amazingly hard, yes, but not as hard as they were only a few minutes ago. Xavier gasped as the air was knocked out of his lungs, but the killer did not stop there. Jack’s other fist nailed Xavier’s obliques and side with some quick kidney jabs. Xavier swung wildly and managed to strike the killer’s head. Jack staggered backwards but otherwise seemed unharmed. Xavier crashed forward into Jack’s stumbling body to take advantage of his enemy’s weakness.

“Got you, freak. You’re…” but before Xavier could finish his statement, Jack blindly fired his gun. Now Xavier staggered backwards as more rubber bullets hit his chest and abs. Sweat flung into the air with each hit on big man’s body. The nearly point blank blows smashed into Xavier’s thick muscles with enough power to knock the breath out of the jock’s lungs. 

“Ugh, uhh, uhh,” Xavier grunted with each hit. The wrestler’s plump lips parted in shocked pain while Xavier stumbled backwards in an almost drunken motion. Each rubber bullet strike shoved his body away from Jack and made Xavier’s muscular form twist. Jack finally ran out of ammunition, but Xavier was barely able to stay on his feet. His thick thighs and legs swayed in an attempt to regain some equilibrium, but Jack was not going to let the dangerous jock recover this time. Instead the killer grabbed Xavier’s thickly muscled arm and shoved the wrestler down to his knees.

Xavier’s muscles bounced up and down. He knelt there and slowly breathed. He was not giving up. He just needed to gather his strength and… Jack did not allow him to try. The killer’s reloaded gun sprayed another round of rubber bullets into the wrestler’s body. Xavier tightened his body again, but his strength was no longer enough to reach his earlier levels of armored hardness, so these attacks struck his body with much less resistance.  Before Xavier’s flexed core had rippled with the impacts, but now each strike forced his pecs and abs to roll like waves in a stormy ocean. Xavier’s body swayed under the attack. His thick torso meat shuddered and absorbed the blows. The rubber bullets slammed into the wrestler again and again. Again Jack emptied his clip into the stud’s incredibly fit body, and for a moment Xavier remained on his knees before the killer. Then Xavier slowly fell. Xavier tried to stop his collapse, but his increasingly uncoordinated arms fruitlessly splayed out on the ground while he crashed onto his back.

Jack stood beside Xavier, purposely placing himself in arm’s reach. Xavier grabbed the killer’s leg, but instead of gripping with the strength of a champion wrestler, the jock’s hands felt barely strong enough to close their fingers. Jack doubted Xavier would be able to remain standing long even if he did manage to get up. The killer reloaded his gun and stuck it into his pants. Jack wanted to be up close and personal for the next part.

Jack straddled Xavier’s waist, purposefully rested his ass on the jock’s large package, and grabbed the jock’s right arm. Jack did not often have time to enjoy his victim’s bodies in so intimate a manner, but with the resort now nearly empty the killer wanted to take his time exploring the dying hunk. The beautiful lines of muscle flowed under exquisitely gorgeous skin. Jack traced the flow of striated tissue as it moved from the radial and flexor muscles of the lower arms up to the massive biceps and triceps. The only thing Jack enjoyed more than seeing such incredible muscles move was finding different ways of rendering them powerless meat. The killer’s admiration was interrupted when Xavier’s hand slapped against the killer’s face in what was supposed to be an attack, but Xavier had only managed to get his hand beneath the scarred flesh. Xavier then realized the killer’s face was not scarred at all. This Jack was wearing a mask that Xavier had managed to twist out of position.

“Oh, naughty, naughty,” the killer wagged a finger in front of Xavier’s face while securing the jock’s arm against the ground. “No peeking. Now, be a good boy for daddy.”

Jack shifted his butt against Xavier’s bulging shorts, and to Xavier’s shame, the killer felt the virile stud’s big dick twitch in response. The killer could feel his own cock straining against his pants, so he released his manhood. The fearful look in Xavier’s eyes made the killer wish he could face fuck the handsome young man, but the athlete probably still had the ability to do a lot of damage with those perfect white teeth of his. Perhaps Jack should bring some pliers on an outing and pull out his victim’s teeth to enjoy a blowjob with their hot blood for lubrication. 

Sadly, Xavier would not last long enough to get some more tools, but the killer was certain he would be able to take his pleasure by other means. The vast plains of Xavier’s muscle bound torso were too enticing to ignore. The wrestler was so hot. He was not only a beautifully put together specimen of manhood, but the drugs had his skin at a feverish temperature. Sweat was pouring from his body, and his strong heart was pounding in his chest. Jack rubbed his cock against Xavier’s hard stomach muscles. The vertical trench in the middle of the jock’s abdominal muscles made a natural home for the killer’s dick. The sweat pooling between the eight pack abs further lubricated the luxurious friction between the murderer’s dick and the jock’s smooth flesh.

Jack leaned forward and grabbed Xavier’s thick pecs. A solid mound of muscle filled each hand. Xavier had good reason to be proud of them. His pectorals were such perfectly formed ovals that the killer bet many girls were jealous of these mantits. Jack leaned down and suckled on a nipple. He felt Xavier’s hands trying to push him away, but the wrestler was quite weak now. For the killer Xavier’s grasping felt almost more like the encouraging embrace of a drunken lover than an attempt to shove him away. Instead of wrestling his victim’s arms down, Jack focused on teasing the nipple in his mouth. The killer’s tongue ran around the outside edge before circling inward to the hard little tip. Jack could feel Xavier shudder as the involuntary pleasure shot through the wrestler’s body.

Xavier hissed in anger and embarrassment. He knew plenty of girls got off on having their tits worked over. He had squeezed and sucked on more than a few bitch’s breasts during his lifetime, but he had never considered if his nipples might be similarly sensitive. His pecs were how he showed off his strength, but now he could feel his cock chubbing because some murderous pervert slobbered on his chest. He could feel the killer’s own dick rubbing up and down his washboard abs, and the combination of humiliation and rage made Xavier’s blood boil.

Meanwhile Jack had moved his mouth over to the Xavier’s other nipple, but he did not leave the first unattended. A thumb and index finger slowly rolled the sharp peak whose sensitive flesh sent more shockwaves of pleasure through Xavier. The salty sweat tasted divine. The musky odor of a jock’s body being put through the wringer grew stronger. Now the killer would get to try something he had wanted to do ever since first seeing those glorious pecs. Pulling himself forward, Jack laid his cock in the cleft between Xavier’s pecs and squeezed them against his cock. In the past Xavier had girls work over his dick between their breasts, yet Xavier’s fanatically observed chest workout routine had built up a pair of muscular domes that were large enough to service the killer’s cock. Jack grabbed one of the meaty pec muscles in each hand and squeezed them together over the killer’s dick. God, the hot, bulbous muscles felt better than some jock asses the killer had raped. The sweaty skin rubbed against Jack’s cock while Jack twisted and pushed together Xavier’s tits. The killer’s own sweat and leaking manhood lubed the cleavage between Xavier’s pecs. 

“Get off me, you fucking freak!” Xavier snarled, but that only turned Jack on even more. Instead the killer started fucking Xavier’s pecs. Jack rolled his hips back and forth to shove his dick between the wrestler’s bunched muscles. His fingers dug into Xavier’s striated pectorals and squeezed. The bruised muscles were still strong enough to resist, but they were weakening. Xavier’s attempts to fight back bunched and flexed his chest and arm muscles, which only tightened the jock’s mounds about Jack’s dick. Even after all that abuse Xavier could make his beautiful tits dance, because damn, they were still some godly pieces of muscle wrapped about the killer’s cock.

Jack wished he had more time to enjoy this stud. Perhaps next time he used these drugs he would lower the dosage a bit, but for now his hard cock would not be able to hold back long. Jack squeezed and kneaded Xavier’s huge pectorals so tightly together that Xavier moaned in pain. The big plates of muscle were steadily deforming in Jack’s clutches.  The killer wanted to blow his load all over the handsome wrestler’s muscle-bound torso before Xavier kicked the bucket. Xavier had bragged about coating girls’ tits with his loads, and the killer wanted Xavier to have the same experience. Already Jack’s dick was leaking like crazy. 

“No more. Please, just don’t,” Xavier said. Xavier’s soulful eyes were tearing with pain. The arrogant athlete begging for mercy was so arousing. The sights and sounds were too much for Jack. The killer pulled his cock out and released Xavier’s pecs. He enjoyed the sight of those round chest muscles slapping against each other yet again before returning to their usual position. So fucking hot, Jack groaned as he shot his load.

“Noooo…” Xavier sobbed in denial as the killer repeatedly came all over Xavier’s chest. The hot cum sizzled against Xavier’s sensitive, bruised pecs. Little bolts of pain and pleasure flared through the wrestler’s chest with each rope of thick seed. Then Jack thrust his hips forward. Xavier sobbed louder as the liquid cream hit him in the eyes and nose. A snotty exhale unclogged his nostrils while Xavier raised his hands weakly but lacked the strength to get his hands up far enough to block the flood. Jack ensured every inch of the handsome jock’s face and massive pectoral muscles were coated in his cum. The humiliated wrestler’s face was twisted in disgust as he tried to spit out Jack’s load. After only a few moments the murderer’s seed dripped down Xavier’s hair, shoulders, and abdomen. 

Xavier had never felt so disgraced in his life. He had been used by his friend’s killer like Xavier used the horny bitches who came to his games in the hopes of getting fucked. Jack’s thick load burned in his eyes and nose. The taste of cum in his mouth revolted Xavier to his core. Xavier looked down at the large pectorals he would usually display proudly, which were now nearly hidden beneath Jack’s cum. His big, strong body looked just like the bitches he would mark after a match. Xavier’s ego would never recover. However, Jack thought Xavier had never looked better, and the murderer was nowhere near finished. Jack had drunk several of the Applegates’s libido enhancing sports drinks, so the killer’s dick never softened. He was already prepared for another round.

Jack reached down, rubbed his hands over Xavier’s sweaty eight-pack, and traced the lines and valleys of muscle. The bulge in the wrestler’s shorts had gotten bigger, and Jack wondered if the drugs, his tongue, or his load were more responsible for that reaction. Xavier’s blinking eyes watched with hatred while the killer tore off the jock’s only piece of clothing and freed the young man’s thick dick into the warm air. The jock’s semi-hard cock flopped over his ripped abs. Xavier grunted and tried to shove his attacker away, but the once mighty athlete’s hands barely push on Jack’s arms. Xavier cannot do anything more than watch, twitch, and groan when the killer begins rolling the stud’s dick back and forth against Xavier’s own rigid abdominal muscles. Xavier’s cock looked as handsome as the rest of his body. He had a nice, thick tool with a large vein snaking down the center to the bulging red helmet at the top. His skin was so hot and sweaty. Jack used Xavier’s sweat and Jack’s own load to help further lube the stud’s cock, and only a little more coaxing was required to get the jock’s cock to full hardness. 

Usually Xavier liked the natural curve of his large cock. The upward bend gave his big dick the perfect angle to hit a bitch’s sweet spot with every thrust. Girls would grab his meaty ass and scream into his chest while he fucked them pregnant, but there were no bitches or fuck buddies here. Now his manhood rose up against his killer’s own dick as if they were having some sword fight with their cocks. Shit, he was even leaking precum like he had been blue balling for a week! Xavier could not understand how he was responding like he was. Whatever had been in that dart must have been some kind of date rape drug. He knew his hard cock and sensitive tits could not be because of him. A manly guy like him would never get turned on by this abuse. Even worse, he knew what had happened to his friend Aiden. When Jack was done raping him, Xavier understood he would not be left alive long after. He let that knowledge fuel him, fuel his rage. The revolted jock tried to focus and rally his strength. His best chance was to hold out long enough for someone to find them. Someone must still be around. Xavier just had to buy enough time.

Even as Xavier’s thoughts raced, Jack pressed his body against the athlete’s own. The coarse material of his clothes rubbed against the naked jock’s skin. The painful and pleasant stimulation brought Xavier’s attention back to the killer’s renewed suckling on Xavier’s pecs. Jack licked his own load off the jock’s nipples. The killer’s load combined with the wrestler’s sweat soaked into the killer’s shirt. One of Jack’s hands returned to tweaking a nipple while the other continues slowly jerking the stud’s cock. Their cocks rubbed over each other. Hot, sweaty skin slid against hot, sweaty skin.

Jack looked into Xavier’s eyes and savored the anger and disgust he saw there. Yes, he loved watching them fight, and he loved breaking them. The sensation of dashing their hopes, dreams, and lives was better than sex. Jack almost orgasmed right then, but he wanted this to last a little longer. Destroying these incredible bodies should be enjoyed to the fullest. The killer wondered how much time Xavier had spent in the gym building up these amazing pecs. He released the nipple in his hands to pull up Xavier’s right arm. Jack remembered the sight of muscular arm in motion when Xavier was jerking off the night before. The wrestler’s large biceps and triceps had balled and relaxed with increasing speed as the stud got closer and closer to shooting his load. How often had Xavier’s strong hands gripped his huge cock and jerked off? How many cunts had he ruined with this big dick? Jack grew ever more excited while considering how virile these stallions he was offing had been. Xavier’s manhood had started throbbing in his hands and was leaking a steady river of precum. The incredible friction of the horny jock’s cock being pressed between the killer’s hand and killer’s own cock was driving both men crazy.

“I’ll never… give in to a monster like you...” Xavier tried to convince himself that he’d never get off like this, but the killer could see Xavier’s resistance faltering. Jack was using the stud’s own precum to lubricate their cocks. Pre was splattering across Xavier’s abs and even up to his pecs where it mixed with Jack’s load and dribbled down both muscle and the killer’s mask and neck. How many gallons of nut juice had Xavier spilled in his life? Into rags, tits, asses, and cunts? The killer’s imagination ran wild with thinking about all the loads that have come from the beautifully shaped dick in his hand. Even more exciting was imagining all the jock juice he would have made in the future. Young Xavier would have had years to grow even stronger and expand his muscles to even greater sizes. He would have seduced so many people and emptied his overly productive balls into others again and again. Until the killer took that from him. Xavier had a bright life before him until Jack had seen his handsome, overmuscled, oversexed young form just entering the prime of life and chosen to destroy these incredible muscles, ruin his handsome looks, and end his virile sexuality. Forever.

Jack was almost there. So very close now. Xavier groaned when the killer released his pectorals and sat up. The muscles of Xavier’s smooth torso quivered as they fell back into their natural position. Together both of their cocks were too large to grip tightly even for the killer’s big hand, but Jack could hold them together well enough rub them against each other. The murderer only needed a few inches of motion, just a short thrust of his hips, to stimulate their lengths. Jack looked into Xavier’s eyes and watched the play of emotions on the good looking hunk’s cum-covered face. The hatred was there, but so was the fear. The killer leaned forward some more. The weight of his body pressed down until Xavier’s cock was forced down against the rippled muscles of his eight pack abs. Xavier moaned loudly in a beautiful chorus of rage, determination, and rising pleasure. Xavier fought back as best he could even with his once strong muscles all but useless, but the sudden gulps of air and frantic look in his eyes told the story almost as much as his pulsing cock did. The young stud was losing.

Xavier’s cock felt hotter than the sun against the killer’s own rod. The killer reached beneath their pricks and grabbed Xavier’s large, shaved balls. He pulled and squeezed the big nuts, which twitched and bounced in their sack.  Those fat, full balls were pulling up. Jack leaned even further down until their eyes were inches away from each other. The killer’s thrusts became more frantic while watching the swirl of emotions playing out across Xavier’s face. 

Despite the drugs, Xavier tensed his muscles. His beautifully shaped, heavily muscled body tightened into hard relief. He tried to hold back. Xavier was not going to get off on being raped. He was not going to let his friend’s murderer get off on killing him. Xavier roared in denial. The temptation was too great for Jack. The killer dipped down and smashed his masked lips against Xavier’s mouth. Xavier was too shocked to consider resisting Jack’s passionate kiss, but the surprise was enough for him to lose control.

Jack wins. Xavier’s cock becomes unbelievably hard, and the killer breaks the kiss with a victorious stare. With their dicks together, the killer can feel the jock’s cock jerk just before Xavier shoots the biggest, and last, load of his young life. Xavier groans in defeat and ecstasy before this time he blinds one of his eyes with a thick stream of cum. Jack eagerly joined his victim. Even as Xavier’s balls pull up again and his cock hardens to release more seed, the killer’s own cum splashes across Xavier’s shuddering pectorals. Fresh cum joins the drying seed on the athlete’s muscled chest. Jack started jerking their cocks frantically now, both milking and aiming their manhoods. Xavier’s second shot slapped against his pecs and even splashed across one of his still sensitive nipples. A split second passed before the killer’s own seed similarly christened Xavier’s other pec. 

Xavier groaned weakly and thrust forward. His third blast was the largest. He could not help it. The drugs, the pressure of Jack’s hand and cock, and even the feeling of his tits being coated with hot seed combined into something indescribable. The added stimulation overwhelmed him, and a huge load arced high into the air before coming down in a line across his handsome face, down his hard pecs, and against his firm abdominals. The sight inspired Jack to offer another if smaller load across Xavier’s amazing chest. The two continued like that for what seemed like forever. Every time Xavier blew another load, Jack did the same. Jack moaned with each release, and more softly but as surely, so did Xavier. The killer kept jerking their cocks and directing their loads until all of Xavier’s face and torso was covered by their hot white cum. Finally, they were both spent.

After a moment’s rest, Jack pushed himself off the wrestler’s body. The killer then tucked his wilting dick back into his pants and admired his handiwork. Xavier’s fading eyes met his murderer’s gaze, and they both knew Jack had taken everything from him. The killer had taken Xavier’s friends, Xavier’s hard muscled body, and Xavier’s pride. Though Xavier was not long for this world, his incredible form still looked amazing out on the ground in the bright sun. The two men’s cum made his bruised flesh shine in the daylight. Supple muscles with rivers of milky cream were splayed out on the grass. The wrestler’s big cock was still mostly hard and was slowly twitching in the pool of seed they had spilled onto his stomach. Despite everything that had been done to him, Xavier was still an incredibly handsome and sexy stud. Jack had to fix that before the young jock died. Jack pulled out his gun and knelt between Xavier’s thickly muscled thighs. 

“Don’t… NO, DON’T! Please!” Xavier begged while Jack shoved the barrel of the gun between Xavier’s tight ass cheeks and pulled the trigger. Xavier howled in agony as the rubber bullets were unloaded deep into his guts. No hard eight-pack of muscled abs protected the jock here. Every shot battered against the stud’s vulnerable prostate, colon, and intestines. Tissue bruised and bled deep inside the dying wrestler. Xavier’s massive body weakly jerked with every shot until the killer ran out of ammo, but Jack was not satisfied with destroying Xavier’s insides alone.

Leaving the gun barrel embedded deep in Xavier’s asshole, Jack took a knife from his belt, moved up, and cut a circle around the young wrestler’s head. Xavier screamed, but he was not strong enough to do anything more as Jack carved out the jock’s skin. Less than a minute later Jack ripped the scalp off Xavier’s head. The killer was even kind enough to hold it in front of the dying man’s face. Xavier stared at the scraps of his flawless skin hanging like a deflated balloon, but the wrestler was frozen in pain and horror. No, Jack wanted more reactions. Jack needed to try a little harder, so the killer put his blade right into Xavier’s bellybutton. Oh, Xavier definitely felt that, if the jock’s shuddering and sobs were anything to go by. Xavier certainly felt it when Jack shoved the knife deep into his stomach and yanked upwards, gutting the wrestler like a fish right through the line between Xavier’s once solid eight pack abs. Blood and intestines spilled out of the gap. Jack even saw one of the rubber bullets he had fired up into Xavier’s guts.

However the killer was worried about how long he had left with his victim, so instead of admiring the view, Jack then grabbed Xavier’s big fuckstick and sliced off the womanizer’s dick. He took the bloody manhood that had fucked so many cunts and shoved the cock deep into Xavier’s intestines. Another swipe of the knife cut through the top of the former stud’s ballsack. The hunky man’s big orbs were reunited with Xavier’s cock deep in his guts. Jack smashed Xavier’s oversized reproductive organs deep into the spilled intestines. The gashes in Xavier’s groin bled freely onto the grass.

“My… my…” Xavier released a bubbly gurgle. The mountains of his pecs rose up in the air with Xavier’s pained breathing, which helped the killer grab the left one and pull it even higher. In admiration Jack squeezed the still firm mound of quivering muscle before putting his blade beneath the striated mass.  Then Jack savagely sawed through the plate of solid muscle. Xavier’s tough meat managed to resist at first, but Jack was nothing if not persistent. Back and forth Jack sawed his knife to cut deeper and deeper. Blood and seed flew into the air with each motion. Iron pumped musculature strained and tore against unforgiving steel. With a vicious laugh, Jack felt the muscle give way entirely. The killer ripped the severed pectoral away from Xavier’s body and held the plate of flesh high in the air like a trophy. All the while Xavier quietly whimpered in agony while watching his hard earned body be torn apart. The nearly inaudible sobs were more evidence for Jack that his victim was almost dead. Jack was not going to let this hunky wrestler die with even one of those tits he was so proud of still attached, so the killer hurriedly did the same with the jock’s other pectoral before tossing the bloody scraps of muscle onto Xavier’s face. 

Xavier wailed as the torn and shredded pieces of meat that were once his muscles slowly rolled off his face and onto the ground. Xavier’s tears could barely dislodge any of the pink mix of blood and cum across his handsome face. Jack’s eyes were alight with glee, but his lust was not yet satisfied. The killer wanted more agony, so Jack tore the knife into the wrestler’s big thighs, slicing and carving out huge chunks of hard muscle. He cut so deeply that his knife hit bone deep in Xavier’s leg. The hard muscle hear lasted no longer than those in the jock’s chest. In only a minute’s work, there were large, bleeding gaps where there had been the supporting pillars for a hung, muscular stud. Again Jack tossed the bloody remains onto Xavier’s face. Xavier’s pitiful sobs were heavenly music to Jack’s ears, but Jack knew his work with Xavier was drawing to an end. Time to deconstruct this stud’s body in earnest.

Jack hacked at Xavier’s massively muscled body like a madman. Strips of leg and arm muscles were torn off without plan or care for symmetry. Xavier’s already split abs were halved again with a horizontal slash that caused more of the stud’s intestines to spill out into the warm air. Jack stabbed the knife into Xavier’s sides repeatedly. Each new penetration elicited a slightly fainter grunt from the dying wrestler, but Xavier felt every one. The formerly arrogant jock barely shifted as more pieces of flesh were gouged out from his body. Eventually Jack tired of the game once Xavier barely moved or made a sound regardless of how deep he cut. 

Jack sighed. There was no fun in it when you could not get a response, so he stabbed downward one last time and twisted the blade. The final sensation of Xavier’s short life was a knife shredding his heart. Xavier’s bleeding form shuddered a few times before going still. The killer yanked out his knife and admired his work again. Perfection. The beautiful eyes of the former self-declared master of seduction stared sightlessly at the sky. The cock Xavier had so proudly used to fuck his way through the college’s roster of girls was lost in his own guts. Instead a giant wound dribbled blood where it and the late stud's balls had been. Once coiled biceps were now strips of flesh on the grass. Two gashes sat on top of Xavier's now flat chest, and there was barely anything left of his inner thighs. The remains of the big muscles he had spent years of his young adulthood building had fallen off his face onto the dirt. Useless hunks of meat.

The once studly heartthrob was now nothing more than rotting buzzard feed. Jack would love to watch the body being devoured, but he still had a few more projects to finish up. Besides, he would be able to watch the video later. After blowing a quick kiss to the corpse, the killer walked away.