Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 12

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 villian '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. 
The series currently does not contain images but if anyone would like to share artwork in the future, please reach out.  Feedback and comments welcome below.  

Fry the Bastards

Adam tossed the emptied bag onto the ground and stepped back to check his work. The long fire pit had enough coals and kindling to roast a whole pig. The rotisserie equipment was set up. Now all he needed was the meat. He grabbed the lighter fluid and sprayed it across the pit. He pulled off his gloves and tossed them on the ground. Even as the sun moved towards the treeline, the day was hot enough for him to work up a sweat. His tight shirt stuck to his body like a second skin. With a flick of a match, the fire was lit. Now he just had to wait for the flames to die down to hot coals. Then he could start cooking the meat.

Adam stripped off his shirt and enjoyed the late afternoon breeze. The hot fire drew out more beads of sweat from his tan skin. He used his shirt to wipe off his face before tossing it beside his gloves. His dad sometimes teased him about going around half naked or completely naked when he could away with it, but Adam knew his father had been proud of the man Adam had become. Adam grinned as he thought that he did not get many complaints. Anyone with working eyes knew he was a good looking stud with a body most men could only dream about possessing.

“Everybody enjoys looking at a god like me,” Adam said to himself while he rubbed a hand across the large, dense muscles of his incredibly built torso.

“You need all those muscles to carry around that big head of yours,” Coach Kevin said as he approached the fire.

Adam gestured down to the enormous bulge in his shorts, “They help me use one of my heads at least, coach. Did you enjoy scaring the team with the costume?”

“Oh, they just about dropped dead from shock,” Kevin said. He was still wearing the outfit he had been using during his killing spree minus the mask and gloves. Kevin thought the bloodstains from his most recent victims added to the look.

Adam’s grin widened and his hand dropped lower to squeeze his package. “Well, I prepared the fire like you said. When do I get my reward?”

“What reward did you have in mind?” Kevin asked while walking closer to Adam with his eyes focused on the cocksure stud’s hard muscled body. 

Adam tightened his grip even more until you could see the massive head of his prick clearly outlined in the fabric of his shorts. You could see veins running across the wrestler’s manhood despite his cock not even being fully hard yet.

“Come on, coach. You’ve been playing hard to get for months now,” Adam said. He kept rubbing his cock through his clothes while his other arm curled up to flex a bicep as thick as many men’s thighs. “You’ve got to want a stud like me before we get out of here.”

Adam’s smiled as he yanked down his shorts in one well-practiced motion. He stepped out of his clothes before taking off his shoes and tossing them to the side. Then Adam stood completely naked in front of his coach.

“I know you like what you see,” Adam smirked. “I think the only reason you haven’t had my cock down your throat or fucked my tight ass is because you’ve been afraid of my father. I’ve been horny as hell during this whole trip, and I’m tired of waiting. Show me what you’ve been wanting to do with me.”

Adam’s dark eyes stared at his coach with a seductive cockiness. The wrestler’s was accustomed to getting his way, and Kevin could see why. Kevin took advantage of his second willing partner of the day and admired Adam’s incredible body. Coach Applegate’s son had been training from a young age to develop his tightly muscled form, and Kevin was going to enjoy exploring the results. Adam stood and flexed while Kevin ran his hands across the wrestler. The younger man’s body appeared to be cast from steel. The densely muscled pecs stayed firm as Kevin squeezed them. Kevin traced down the line between those gorgeous pectorals and explored the hard hills and valleys of the team captain’s abs. The coach’s hands teasingly brushed across the tightly defined ten pack of abdominal muscles before reaching the thick base of Adam’s cock.

“What do you want me to do?” Kevin asked while rubbing his hand over Adam’s growing dick. The assistant coach’s gently stroked his wrestler’s cock until the captain’s manhood grew from excessively big to enormous in size. Adam sighed and put his hands behind his head. He stretched out his torso and flexed to allow his coach to better appreciate Adam’s muscles. 

“You already know,” Adam turned around and bent slightly. The large globes of Adam’s thick ass were impossible to resist, and Kevin grabbed a handful of each meaty muscle in his hands. Kevin thought the wrestler’s large, firm butt should have been displayed in a museum.

“Please, coach,” Adam almost whined with need. “I did everything you asked. Just fuck me already.”

“Which was the bigger reason for helping me out, Adam? Did you only want a share of the special alumni fund or did you want me to fuck this tight butt of yours?” Kevin laughed as he tore off his costume and pushed Adam onto his hands and knees. A tin of animal fat made do for lube, which Kevin smeared across his fingers before sinking them deep into Adam’s hot asshole. 

“Yes…” Adam hissed as his coach found the wrestler’s special spot and twisted his fingers.

“You’ve teased so many people with this hot ass, Adam,” Kevin spanked a buttock with his free hand. “Those crowds loved seeing these gorgeous pieces of meat all thrust out for us. Everyone should have known you were nothing but a cheap whore when they saw these beauties. No straight dude would have this perfect of a butt. I knew. I knew from the moment I saw you that there beneath all that macho swagger there was really just a big old bottom bitch who needed a real man to fuck you good and hard.”

“God, yeah, oh, please, coach,” Adam groaned in delight at the degrading talk. He had done what his dad had expected for his early years. He had fucked guys and girls alike. Bred cunts and asses though all of high school. Yet he had kept this a secret from his father. Adam loved getting fucked. He loved finding big strong guys like him who would use and abuse his body, especially his needy hole. He loved bouncing on big dicks. He loved getting fucked doggy style. He loved missionary position where his partner would be able to twist his sensitive nipples. Hotel rooms, rest stops, parks, toilets, lockers. He did not care when or where. Adam loved getting fucked.

Kevin slipped out his fingers to Adam’s disappointed sigh, but the jock was not upset for long. Kevin carefully lined up his own huge dick with the team captain’s loosened pucker and slowly slid inside. Adam’s muscled body tensed up when the thick head breached his asshole. Then he jerked back as the crown brushed across his prostate. Finally. 

“Yes, more, please. Give me it all. Fuck me, coach. Fuck me hard,” Adam said and pushed back. He had wanted Coach Kevin to fuck him for so long, and now he was living out his dream. Kevin waited a moment and enjoyed the cock hungry wrestler’s pleas, but Adam decided he could not wait any longer. The wrestler slid back and started enveloping more of Kevin’s shaft. The coach joined Adam in groaning from pleasure while more of Kevin’s cock disappeared into Adam’s unbelievably tight ass. Kevin had wanted to take his time, but Adam had the coach’s thick cock all the way inside within seconds. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Adam,” Kevin grunted out as he started thrusting, “So fucking tight. So fucking hot. Even tighter than your dad was.”

Adam moaned at the mention of his dad and said, “Was he good? When you killed him? Fuck. I hope he struggled.”

Kevin was speeding up now. The sound of their urgent fucking echoed across the seemingly empty resort. The two men’s hard bodies slapped against each other in their rising need to get off. Not even Owen’s headless corpse laid out on a tarp in preparation for being tonight’s meal had eyes to see the two. Kevin reached under Adam and pulled up on the younger man’s torso. The added weight pushed Adam’s head closer to the ground even as the wrestler’s ass was lifted higher into the air. Adam was thrusting back almost as hard as Kevin was fucking the wrestler’s hot, tight ass. Kevin shifted his grip lower around Adam’s torso. Tight lats and abs flexed against Kevin’s broad hands as the coach pulled Adam back each time Kevin pushed forward. The two settled into a fast rhythm that only grew rougher as their climax neared.

“Yeah, he fucking struggled. His eyes almost popped out of his head as I choked him with his own whistle,” Kevin said in gasping breaths. He was so close now. They both were. “I almost told him about you. How you were so starving for my cock and greedy for the money that you set up your teammates for me to kill them. How you helped carve up Geoffrey’s body, drugged the team’s sports drinks, sabotaged the security system. The only reason I didn’t is because I wanted him to imagine me gutting you after I was done with him. Your dad fucking begged for mercy while I shredded his hot body into pig slop.”

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Adam screamed. The thought of his tough old man being raped and murdered overwhelmed his already on edge cock. He reached down and pumped his huge shaft despite almost falling over from Kevin’s fucking. Thick white cum gushed between his fingers and across the dirt. Splatters hit over his chest and face. 

Kevin’s groans joined Adam’s as the wrestler’s muscled ass squeezed tight on the coach’s dick. His own load rocketed into the younger man’s hot ass. The feeling reminded him of killing the stud’s dad earlier today, which only made him cum even harder. Kevin felt his cum running down his thighs as his seed escaped the deluge flooding Adam’s guts. He was certain he had never shot a bigger load in his life, which was why he was completely surprised by the tree limb that cracked his skull.

Adam grunted as Kevin’s body fell on top of him. The coach’s dick was still cumming in his ass. The surprised wrestler’s arms gave out, so Adam collapsed onto the muddy remnants of his own load while Kevin’s muscular body pinned him to the ground. Adam twisted his head around as best he could to see why the assistant coach had suddenly lost his strength. He squeezed his meaty asscheeks around Kevin’s cock thinking he had been such a good fuck that Kevin had lost consciousness. Then Adam started screaming.

Jack the Hammer, the real Jack, stared down at the stunned men on the ground. Jack was bigger than the coach in both height and width. Beneath his poorly patched clothes, his hard muscles had been toughened by years of living off the land. His skin was scarred but healed into white, twisted flesh unlike the mask’s blackened charred marks. However there was a similarity in the mask and real man’s expression. Jack’s stare combined a twisted lust with unending hatred. The eyes flashed with a hungry intelligence that almost matched the killer’s terrifying insanity.

Jack had considered this place his home since the day he had been left for dead here. This forest had been the only place left for him, yet people kept intruding no matter how many ways he made clear his desire to be alone. Campers had been slaughtered and burned. Fishermen had been used as bait. A tightly muscled triathlete had been tough enough to last two whole days in his care despite Jack raping him morning, noon, and night. Just a few months ago he had kidnapped a burly construction worker who was working on this project and strung up the man by his legs and over-sized balls. Jack liked watching the big muscular man’s naked body during the hours his victim struggled to escape. He made certain the rest of the building contractors found his victim’s corpse a few days later with the construction worker’s big balls in place of his eyes and the man’s big cock stuck up his victim’s asshole, yet nobody heeded his message. The work had continued on the resort no matter how many men disappeared into the forest only to be found abused, broken, and very dead. From listening to Kevin’s earlier conversation, Jack now knew he had Kevin and Kevin’s backers to thank for this violation.

The killer grabbed the barely conscious Kevin and pulled him off Adam. The coach’s hardon was freed from Adam’s ass with a wet pop. Fresh cum leaked out of the well used hole. Adam tried to scramble to his feet, but Jack tossed Kevin aside and put his knees onto Adam’s back. The wrestler’s big arms had been pumping weights for a decade, but Jack was even stronger. Adam’s large biceps and triceps bunched and strained against his tan skin, but the killer pushed the young man’s arms together and tied him up like the champion athlete was a young calf. Kevin was even easier to secure. The coach’s head was bruised and bleeding where Jack’s makeshift club had smashed into him, but Kevin seemed to be slowly coming around. Adam was still very much aware of what was going on however. That made Jack’s decision much easier. 

Jack dragged the Adam’s struggling body over to the nearby log. The team should have been sitting on the rotting tree to watch a pig roast over the fire, but instead Jack looped Adam’s bound hands around the end of the log and staked them into ground. A few lengths of rope separated and secured the wrestler’s legs to the log in a position which left Adam’s gorgeously muscled butt arched in the air with his gaping cunt on display. Jack opened his pants and pulled out his cock. The killer’s manhood was even larger than Adam’s. Even thicker than Owen’s and longer than Aiden’s had been. The massive organ was covered in white scars like the rest of Jack’s skin, which added to its otherwise inhuman appearance, but Jack’s other victims throughout the years could attest that the killer’s manhood still worked well enough to rape every intruder he had caught in his territory. Jack put his cock against the wrestler’s ruined asshole. Adam whimpered as he felt the size of the cockhead putting pressure on his entrance. Even after Kevin’s rough fuck, his hole felt too small to accommodate the killer’s dick. Then Adam screamed in agony when Jack slammed his massive dick inside.

Adam sobbed as he felt Jack’s massive dick rape him. Adam had been fucked by lots of men, but nobody had filled his ass so full or fucked as roughly as Jack was now. The jock’s cum-filled hole was now more ruined than any cunt he or his teammates had fucked, and Jack was only getting started. Jack felt every millimeter of the campus god’s ass try to expel Jack’s cock. The flesh was still hot and amazingly tight. Jack remembered how he had wanted to fuck his own teammates for years before they had almost killed him, now the star of a new generation was crying as Jack tore his ass apart. Even if the killer stopped now Adam would never fully recover from this mentally or physically, and Jack would not stop until he had emptied his own load into the stud’s well-used hole.

“Please, I didn’t think you were real,” Adam begged for mercy as best he could. Adam could barely get the words out since he gagged in pain each time Jack’s cock slammed into him. The killer’s huge balls slapped into Adam’s ass cheeks, and the mind destroying agony increased every time murderer’s dick shoved into his damaged hole. Blood started lubricating his rapist along with Kevin’s cum as the fucking tore into the already damaged rectal lining. Adam’s thick pecs plowed into the log below. A hundred splinters dug their way into the mountains of muscle across his chest and stomach. Adam’s damaged abs were steadily rubbed raw against the torn bark. Adam’s own hardon rubbed against the trunk until Adam felt like his dick was being sandpapered off. Blood flowed from dozens of pinpricks and cuts. More tiny gashes and splinters were added when Jack picked up the pace. 

Jack suddenly grabbed Adam’s head and pulled it back. Adam yelled as his body was pulled further and further up until with a rapid series of pops, Adam’s restrained arms were dislocated. The huge arm muscles spasmed repeatedly in a futile attempt to reset the bones. Adam’s terrified screams excited Jack even more. The killer grabbed Adam’s head and slammed it against the log. Adam’s handsome nose exploded in a shower of blood and cartilage. Adam’s handsome face would not be making a return appearance in the athletic department’s fundraising calendar next year. Jack’s evil smile widened before lifting Adam’s head up and smashing the jock’s head back down again and again. More sickening cracks and pops signaled the breaking of cheek and jaw bones. Jack had not been so turned on in years. The combination of the tight butt and crying jock was too much for the murderer.

Jack’s straining body seized up as he started cumming. Adam’s broken face twisted in a pathetic call for mercy while his bleeding ass was again pumped full hot cum. More and more cum flooded the wrestler’s ass until Adam’s stomach started to bulge from the pressure. While only seconds passed, Adam felt like Jack would never stop cumming. Then Jack pulled out and fired off his last few shots across Adam’s broad backside. The boiling hot cum stung as Jack’s load slapped against the wrestler’s sore body. Jack took a moment to admire the sight of the exhausted Adam with the killer’s seed dripping out of Adam’s gaping hole and down the jock’s meaty asscheeks.

Without a word, Jack grabbed Adam by the ropes binding his arms and pulled the bleeding wrestler’s body upright. Laying the rope over a low hanging branch kept the stunned and twice fucked stud upright while the killer went to retrieve a water hose. Adam was shocked back to reality when Jack started spraying Adam with water. Sweat, blood, and cum all washed off Adam’s muscular before the killer grabbed the star wrestler’s hard ass cheeks and slammed the hose’s nozzle deep into the hunk’s asshole. Adam screamed even louder when Jack turned the faucet to its highest setting. Adam’s colon and intestines filled with cold water. His hard abs shuddered while the pressure grew. Stomach muscles that had looked etched in steel were being slowly stretched outward. The wrestler’s once tight and narrow waist started looking more like a muscle gut, and the water did not stop.

“I beg you! Don’t do this! We didn’t do anything to you. Please, you can kill Coach Kevin. It was all his idea. Please! I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go!” Adam yelled for mercy even though Jack simply watched with obvious delight. Adam felt full like he never had before. He looked down beyond his bleeding pecs to his abs. Adam watched and felt his stomach growing more and more. The pain grew along with his abdomen. His dad had kept him on an athlete’s diet since childhood, so he had never seen his stomach like this before. Adam could not remember a time when his stomach was anything less than flat and hard. His stomach looked like he had a thick layer of fat now despite the hard, lean muscles straining across the rest of Adam’s body. His once tight ten pack had turned into a domed four pack. Moments later he had a soft, wobbly belly. Then he appeared obese with a large gut pulling down towards the ground. Still the water kept filling him.

“Let me… Arglhlll…” Adam tried to beg some more before suddenly coughing. He vomited water from his mouth. Adam’s stomach was swollen like a very pregnant woman’s. His big, bulging belly sagged lower and lower beneath the jock’s iron hard pectorals. Even Adam’s big pair of cock and balls were enveloped by the young stud’s giant hanging gut. Water started seeping out through tiny cracks and breaks in the jock’s tanned skin. Adam’s stomach jiggled and heaved as more water vomited out of his mouth. Tears of pain streamed down Adam’s handsome face.

Jack almost killed Adam then. He would have loved to see if the stud would explode before drowning, but he did not want things to end just yet. No, people like Adam needed to suffer more before Jack took such a beautiful, sexy hunk’s life. Jack yanked the hose from Adam’s formerly tight hole. Adam groaned in pain and relief as a flood came pouring from his ass. His once pregnant stomach slowly collapsed. He vomited even more water out as small tremors ran through his muscled body. Even after only a dribble of water ran down his legs, Adam’s once impossibly hard abs had been ruined. The ten pack was still visible in a funhouse mirror version of themselves, but Adam’s twisted and stretched abdominal muscles looked more like unbaked rolls than the invulnerable wall they had once appeared to be.

Then Jack took out his knife and started flaying Adam’s beautiful skin. Adam thought he had no screams left to give, but he had been very mistaken. With long-practiced ease, Jack cut a slit down Adam’s front from the jock’s bashed face down to his drug-fueled erection. The killer used the blade to peel back inch after inch of tanned skin from the bleeding muscles beneath. The screaming managed to waken Kevin from his stupor, and soon the assistant coach’s horrified screams joined Adam’s own. They were music to Jack’s ears. A lovely accompaniment to a rare joy for the killer. The young man’s supple flesh would make some fine leather indeed. In only minutes which seemed like an eternity to Adam, Jack had stripped all the skin off Adam’s torso, arms, and legs. The bare muscles beneath heaved in pained breath. Adam’s upper body only had his head and hands on the other side of the ropes still wrapped in skin.

Adam knew he was dead no matter what now. His removed skin meant countless diseases had already found a home in his exposed flesh. Infections would eventually kill him even if the Jack would not. He thought he had no more tears left, but as with his screams, this knowledge made him start crying again. The large muscles he had spent years building streamed blood onto the ground. He could feel the warm evening air unevenly where his damaged nerves still functioned. Even more he felt the pain. Indescribable agony radiated from his torn ass and exposed body.  

Jack admired his work for a moment in silence. The young stud’s body was certainly one of the most impressive pieces of meat he had ever enjoyed. He could live for quite a while off the team captain’s muscles if he smoked the young man’s flesh. Jack eyed the body of the other wrestler (was its former name Owen?) wrapped up in the tarp. At least these recent intrusions had meant he would not have to worry about eating this winter, though he was beginning to think he would not be spending the winter here for the first time in years. Regardless he was not about to let this hot piece of meat go to waste.

Jack cut Adam down and slung the dying man over his shoulder to carry the jock to the fire pit. Heat waves curled in the air from the glowing coals. The killer tied Adam over the pit and turned on the rotisserie’s motor. Adam’s bleeding body began to slowly spin and roast. Kevin was foolish enough to think this was his time to bargain.

“I can get you back to civilization,” Kevin said. “You can get a new identity. You can get medical care. Plastic surgery. I’ll give you Adam’s share of the money. Hell, I’ll give you all the money. You can go…”

Jack shut up the assistant coach with a backhanded slap that almost dislocated Kevin’s jaw, but Kevin kept talking. 

“You’ve got Adam and the bodies of the rest of the team. I can bring you more jocks from the college. We can work together. Yeah, and the people who set this up don’t expect anyone back but me. You need me or they’ll figure out something is up. They’ll come back. I’m the only…”

Jack grabbed Kevin’s jaws in his mouth and forced them open wide. His other hand made a flash of movement before Kevin sudden coughed up blood. Jack sheathed his knife and plucked out Kevin’s tongue. The organ bled freely, but Jack slurped it up like a delicacy. The killer smiled a bloody grin at Kevin would now was yelling in pain and disbelief. Jack ignored him to move on to his other meal. The killer moved besides the cooking wrestling captain and grasped Adam’s erection in his hands. Even now the senior stud’s manhood looked perfectly formed. The handsome stud’s cock, source of lust and envy for so many on campus, was almost too hot to hold. Steam rose from the sizzling flesh into the evening air. 

Jack gave Adam a long, careful study before opening his mouth wide and biting down. With an animalistic growl, Jack tore off the stud’s cockhead in one bite. Adam made a gurgling noise as a different kind of pain grew in what was left of his semi-cooked hardon.  Jack took care of that problem quickly enough. With an expert stroke, the remnant of Adam’s dick was cut off at the base. The bleeding organ slid neatly into Jack’s hand. Another stroke severed Adam’s ballsack. After the former alpha stud was completely neutered in two quick cuts, Jack slid the jock’s enormous balls out of their sack. The killer tossed away the bag of skin that once supported Adam’s jizz factories.

Jack sat down on the nearest log and bit off another piece of the team captain’s cock. Jack’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he chewed another bite. He wiped some blood off his chin before taking another bite from Adam’s shaft. As the former stud slowly rotated, Adam watched his cock being devoured. His massive cock had given him so much joy over the years. His masculine endowments had powered the growth of his muscular body and made the thick loads that had surprised his partners ever since he had hit puberty. No more. His big dick was just a bloody sausage in the legendary murderer’s mouth. Jack used a knife to stab one of Adam’s huge balls and bit into the orb. Steaming meat and juice filled Jack’s mouth. The taste was divine. Countless numbers of children could have been fathered by those virile organs, yet now Adam’s sterilized reproductive juices were good for nothing other than being a flavorful sauce for the wrestler’s roasted meat.

Meanwhile Adam was fading. His blood flow barely splattered across the coals below, which sparked and hissed in anger with each drop. His assistant coach and former partner in murder was bleeding from the gash where his tongue used to be. Serves him right, Adam thought. The wrestler had enough life left in him to be glad the traitor was suffering. Adam knew he was dying, but at least he would die knowing Kevin would not survive either. Even as Jack finished eating Adam’s balls, the wrestler noticed how Jack stared at the assistant coach with undisguised malevolence. Neither of them were getting out of here alive.

Finished with his meal, Jack grabbed a branch and lit it with the coals. Then the killer tossed the burning tree limb through an office window in the main building. The resort had been purposefully built as a tinderbox to hide the murders and ensure a hefty insurance payout, so in merely seconds a fire started growing along the carpeted floor.

Kevin yelled in new horror. The videos he had recorded were how he was to make his money. Several powerful people had paid handsomely for this camp massacre. Soon the storage servers along with hours of videos of all these hunks stripping down, jerking off, being raped, and getting murdered would be nothing but ash. Kevin doubted he would survive without some payment for his benefactors, but of course he did not have to worry about surviving long anyway. Jack grabbed the coach by the back of the head and forced the coach to stand.

“I ‘in’t ‘ow. ‘lease…” Kevin’s tongueless blubbering stopped when Jack grabbed Kevin’s right arm and snapped the coach’s muscular limb like a twig.

Kevin howled in pain. Jack sneered in contempt. Kevin’s performance was a mockery of what Jack had been though. His impostor only played at being him and had done so poorly. Jack had watched Kevin at work these past few days and had been unimpressed. Kevin had been sloppy. The coach had almost been spotted several times. Worst of all, Kevin had done everything for money. Jack relished the hunt, the look in his prey’s eyes when they realized who really was in control. The pleas for freedom, the threats of revenge, the howls of agony and despair, the sticky loads forced from unwilling cocks, the tears of fear and realization, the strong bodies destroyed, and the flickering light of dying eyes. There was nothing in life better than the purity of dethroning kings and making them nothing but his sex toys, meals, and victims. This was what Jack had learned in his years of isolation. The coach should have been killing these studs years ago. The fact that he had waited until this weekend showed how unworthy his impostor was. Now Kevin was going to pay the price for his foolishness.

Jack was going to break this man. He grabbed Kevin’s arm closer to the shoulder and twisted sharply. Kevin roared as his arm was broken a second time, and Jack almost came again in glee. He grabbed Kevin’s other arm, and even though Kevin tightened his thickly muscled bicep against Jack’s pressure, the legendary murderer barely had any more trouble breaking Kevin’s left arm than he did with the coach’s right. The budding serial killer coach had built his muscles for matches and show. Jack’s muscles had been made for survival and slaughter. Kevin screamed again when Jack snapped his arm in another location. Jack splintered section after section of bone after bone in Kevin’s arms until his shattered limbs hung down in a mockery of human strength. Pinkish bone stuck out in several places in both arms. The large muscles looked like jelly without enough intact bones to provide support. Bloody coughs made the coach’s body shudder while misfiring nerves signaled damage again and again.

As Jack grasped Kevin’s thick cock, Jack did finally recognize some kinship. They both enjoyed seeing the fruits of their victim’s masculine endowments. Jack slowly jerked off the coach, whose cock grew harder despite the indescribable pain from the rest of his broken body. Yes, Jack did like violating his victims. Making them cum. Seeing their manliness displayed before destroying it. Normally he would enjoy making his victim spill his load onto the forest floor, but this was not normal. This invader had impersonated him. This pathetic idiot had pretended these kills had been Jack’s. Jack could never forgive such fraud.

Jack ripped off Kevin’s cock and threw it into the burning office. Jack would not eat this inferior meat. The assistant coach yelled in pain, but this scream was hoarse and weak. The loss of his manhood was another source of agony in an already endless supply. Jack reached lower yet and crushed the coach’s large balls like they were hen’s eggs. The drug enhanced cum factories splattered into mush in an instant. Bloody seed exploded across Kevin’s muscular thighs. The coach almost collapsed from the pain, but Jack was there to catch the man. Kevin would soon wish he had been left to die there.

Jack recognized Kevin’s agony at losing the evidence of all these killings, and so Jack decided the coach should have the chance to retrieve those videos. Besides, if Kevin really wanted to play Jack the Hammer, then the coach really should look the part. Jack lifted Kevin’s muscular body like Kevin barely weighed anything. Then the legendary murderer carried Kevin over to the smoke-filled office and threw him into the window of the burning building.

Dozens of shards of glass sliced into Kevin’s body as he was flung through the window. Several pieces embedded themselves into his flesh, but the coach was too worried about other things to care. The building was already ablaze with fire across much of the floor and creeping up the walls. He managed to get to his feet despite his useless arms and tried to find a door, but the flames and heat were too much. Kevin could not even see a path out of the room. The smoke clawed at his lungs and irritated the still bleeding wound where his tongue had been. There was only one way out, and that was how he got inside. Kevin jumped up and managed to get his torso up on the window ledge. More glass punctured his skin, but at least the outside air was breathable. Unfortunately for him, Jack was also waiting just outside.

Jack grabbed Kevin’s sweaty body and shoved him back. Kevin released an unearthly roar when he fell into the burning remains of a desk. Hot ash stuck to the bloody puncture wounds from the glass and kept burning after Kevin freed himself. The coach’s badly damaged right arm and shoulder had blistered third-degree burns. Again Kevin stumbled his way to the window and tried to escape, and again Jack shoved the badly injured man back inside. The flames licked at Kevin’s feet. More blisters ran up his strong legs and thighs. Kevin roared and threw himself up again with the hope to clear the window entirely this time.

Jack caught him easily. Kevin sobbed. His bleeding mouth opened in silent plea, and Jack responded. Jack pulled Kevin up and embraced him like a lover. The big coach’s muscular chest pressed against Jack’s own while Jack leaned down as if for a kiss. However instead of taking a kiss, Jack bit down on Kevin’s lower lip and tore it off. Kevin wailed in agony, and more blood ran down his bruised jaw. Jack spit the torn lip onto Kevin’s face, yet still Jack held Kevin and waited. He did not need to wait long before the fire caught up. 

Kevin twisted and yelled, but Jack kept him in place. The glass from the broken window pane dug deeper into Kevin’s abs and chest. At the same time the fire engulfed Kevin’s feet and legs. The smell of Adam’s cooking meat was soon overwhelmed by the smell of Kevin’s burnt flesh. The flames grew hotter and higher until Kevin could feel them licking at the bloody spot where his cock and balls once were, but Jack continued to hold him there. The vengeful killer neither helped Kevin escape nor pushed him into the fire. Instead the fire came to them. Kevin’s back now had streaks of black char where once there had been large muscle. Kevin could no longer feel his feet because the flesh and bone had begun to separate. There would soon be no feet left to feel even if there were any nerves. Through every second, Jack watched Kevin burn.

Kevin’s useless hands and lower arms arms were already ruined even before the fire reached them, and any hope of surgical recover ended in seconds when the flames surged up the wall. Kevin moaned pitifully. The sensations were causing him to hyperventilate but not for much longer. The fires had reached the window itself. Soon the entire wall was burning and so was Kevin. The coach’s hard abs were scorched and shredded by glass. The coloration of his large pecs went from red, overcooked hams to dark brown mounds. The muscles and skin alike popped, sizzled, and blistered. Kevin’s face twisted into an expression of pure agony. Then Jack let go.

Kevin could do nothing any more. The fire had consumed his lower body and was busily working on the rest. His feet were all but ash while his legs were burnt and twisted beyond recognition. The smooth, sweaty skin of his handsome face split and cratered from the heat. His chest and back were almost entirely blackened. Kevin’s mouth moved a few more times. Whether these motions were a plea, pain response, or simple instinct was unknown to Jack, but they were enjoyed all the same. Then a gust of wind caused the fire to flare up even higher and Kevin was completely enveloped in flame. The dying body made more noises in its suffering, but Kevin’s brain had long since shut down everything but the experience of pain. Kevin’s hair caught fire, which worsened the stench even more. Jack watched as Kevin’s melting face twisted in a silent plea one last time before the fire roared up again. What was left of Kevin disappeared from view. Jack stepped back towards Adam and watched everything burn.

“Please,” Adam’s voice was barely a more than whisper, but the legendary killer apparently heard him. Jack turned towards the cooking wrestler’s dying body. Without hesitation, the killer knelt down besides Adam and grabbed the young man’s head. Scarred fingers caressed Adam’s formerly handsome face with surprising gentleness. Adam felt his head being lifted up towards the setting sun. The distant fire was far cooler on his face than the flames around him. Then the knife in Jack’s other hand neatly slit Adam’s throat. Adam heaved and splashed blood onto the ground and coals. The wrestler did not know if Jack intended this to be a mercy or if this living legend slaughtered Adam for more twisted reasons, but as Adam watched Jack turn towards Kevin’s burning corpse with the bloody knife still in hand, Adam could not help but feel grateful. As his bloody muscles shuddered in death throes, Adam’s last thought was one of thanks for the end of his suffering and the death of the man who was supposed to have been his partner.

After only a few minutes, Jack feasted on Adam’s barely cooked meat while watching the fires’ progress. The main building was a roaring inferno now. The wind had carried sparks across the outlying buildings and dry grass. Small fires were already growing at the edge of the forest. Soon the entire lakeside would be aflame. Jack’s scarred skin was not as sensitive as it once was, but he could still feel the echos of fiery pain across his twisted flesh. Even if the evidence of these murders were consumed by fire, he would not hide here any longer. The outside world had chosen to intrude in his life again and again, so Jack would return the favor. Jack turned to the bus parked by the road. His former college’s charging stallion shined brightly on the vehicle’s side. Watching these intruders had revealed his former school was still full of the same kinds of selfish, entitled pricks that had tormented and scarred him all those years ago. Old fires reached new heights in Jack’s soul. The twin flames of lust and hatred were not sated with these meager offerings. No, he would take what should have been his due years ago. Jack decided now was the time to return home.