Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre: Part 3

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.  

Make the Bait

“Something smells good,” Coach Kevin Douglas said.

“Tastes good too,” Liam said before spearing a piece of meat on his fork.

Everyone had been slowly filtering in to the dining room for breakfast. Kevin could hear the voices of Brian and Adam from the kitchen. Apparently they had decided to cook breakfast for everyone. Now they were only missing Bill and Geoffrey. Most of the others looked half awake, no doubt choosing to ignore the coaches’ advice last night on getting a good rest during their vacation. They had not bothered changing, so several wore only their underwear at the table. Taylor and Xavier were not wearing anything at all. Kevin found himself wishing for a different meal but tried to keep his attention focused on the food.

“Is that pork and gravy? I don’t remember seeing that in the freezer last night,” Kevin stepped over to the table to get a closer look.

“It was in a delivery box on the door outside,” Brian said as he stepped out of the kitchen carrying a plate filled with several pan fried steaks. The tall wrestler wore a chef’s apron with no shirt underneath. Kevin could not help but appreciate how the white apron contrasted with Brian’s smooth, dark skin. He tried not to stare at Brian’s muscled arms while the younger man set out a plate for his coach and served his meat.

I wish he would serve me his other meat too, Kevin thought, before Adam burst through the kitchen door.

“Yeah, there was a nice letter addressed to the team on the box, so we opened it and found some ice packs, steaks, and gravy,” Adam looked quite pleased with himself as he brought out a gravy boat to the table. “I just added some flour and pan drippings like the instructions said.”

Like Brian, Adam was wearing a white apron without a shirt. Splatters of white gravy ran down the front. 

“It’s fucking delicious, coach. You’ve got to try some,” Angelo called out from the front of the table.

Kevin sniffed the food. Even if the food was good, he did not know how well his wrestlers could cook. The meat did smell tasty, he had to admit.

“What did the letter say exactly?” Kevin asked as he motioned Adam over.

“It was from the resort. They thanked us for helping them refine the guest experience and wished us luck with the new season. They sent a rare quality, high protein meal for our complimentary breakfast,” Brian explained as Adam poured some gravy over Kevin’s steak.

“I was worried the gravy was a little strong when I opened the container, but when I started cooking it actually tasted great,” Adam said. 

“Smelled like someone’s cum rag,” Aiden laughed.

“Oh, fuck off, shit for brains, that’s what they usually smell like,” Matt shook his head at the freshman’s immaturity.

Kevin was about to ask some more when Bill stomped into the room. Coach William Applegate was obviously fuming.

“That absolute bastard of a fucking selfish waste of a slot on the team ran off on us,” Bill said. His face was red and was starting to develop a little tic in one eye. He was really pissed off.

“Who? Geoffrey? What happened?”

“I went to his room to wake him up and found the place empty. He was gone, and all his shit was gone too. Everything but this.” Bill threw a piece of paper on the table.

Kevin read the hastily scrawled note while the most of the others gathered around to look for themselves. 

“He got his girl to pick him up!” Kevin said.

“Yes, I checked the security cameras. He walked right down the hall and through the kitchen. He must have done something to unlock the door, and the outside camera had been turned around. That bastard had been planning to run out all along. When we get back, he is off the team for good. I don’t care how much money his family donates to the alumni fund. I am not going to be disrespected like that,” Bill said with growing anger. 

Bill looked ready to explode before he saw how his team was watching him. Fuck, Bill realized he needed this weekend to stay on track. Bad enough he had lost one of his wrestlers, but he had also lost a lot of the money he would have made selling Geoffrey’s videos from the rest of their stay. He needed everyone to be in a good mood and let the drugs do the rest.

“I’m sorry, men. I shouldn’t let this spoil our time here. I’ve rearranged the schedule. We can enjoy ourselves for the next few hours, but then we’re going to test out some of their equipment here. Try out the hot tubs. Give feedback on the amenities. It’ll be fun,” Bill smiled as he said it, but nobody would have mistaken his mood.

Still Bill knew he had to get things going if he wished to salvage this experience, so he sat down across from Kevin and asked, “Now what’s for breakfast?”

Kevin took a bite of his food, and damn, this really was pretty good. However his experience was also improved by the sight behind his boss. Brian and Adam had turned around to retrieve some more food, and Kevin saw neither wrestler was wearing anything under their aprons. He watched their muscular backsides all the way to the kitchen.

Later in the security office, Bill was enhancing the team’s sports drinks when he got an idea. If he did not have as many wrestlers here this weekend, maybe he could make up for the loss in a different way. He hesitated a moment. He really did not know how this shit worked, but surely it would not hurt to up the dose a bit. He was just making sure things went as planned. He could also turn up the amount being released into the water system. 

Minutes later he caught up to most of the team enjoying the outdoor facilities. Adam and Angelo were shooting hoops. Aiden, Taylor, and Xavier were working on their tans by the pool. Liam was joking around with Matt who was about to go for a run, and Owen was holding the safety line while Brian used the climbing wall.

Bill rolled out the cooler and yelled, “Alright, everybody, remember to stay hydrated. I don’t want you running out of juice.”

His mood improved as he went inside and watched his team grab their drinks. The plan would still work.

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Matt’s heart steadily thumped in his chest. The morning sun was warm against his flexing muscles. The tempo of the music from his airpods drummed in time with the motion his legs. His rippling chest expanded and contracted in a easy rhythm. His incredibly honed form settled into a well-practiced routine as he ran down the path. A light breeze dried the sweat from his copper colored skin. He just knew today’s run was going to be a good one.

The young stud ran around the curve and downhill towards the lake. Scattered trees provided brief moments of shade. The views were nice, he had to admit, but he wished he had the views from his normal route on campus. His usual run cut right between the girl’s dorms and beyond them to the sororities. Matt loved seeing the coeds stare as he approached. In the colder months, he wore a form-hugging shirt with an equally close fitting jacket and tight thermal pants. In these warmer months, he dressed like he was now. No shirt hid the lean and sharply cut muscles wrapped about his torso, and his running shorts left little to the imagination. The large bulge in front bounced with every stride and showed too many details of his manly endowments to be a stuffed sock. The rear view was just as distracting. Matt could feel the girls staring at the hard globes of his flexing ass after he had passed them on the sidewalk.

Matt invited the attention because his runs were also an easy way to get laid. In high school a girl he had a crush on told him he looked like her favorite K-pop star, and ever since he embraced a daily ritual of keeping his body shaved, eyebrows plucked, and skin moisturized. Combined with his muscles and dick, the wrestler knew he was the total package. After only a month into his freshman year, Matt’s routine was so regular and well-known that several girls would be waiting before he got there. There was nothing quite like the ego boost of a dumb bitch almost falling out of her dorm window while he ran past. On his return leg, Matt would often catch the eye of some coed with a dripping wet pussy. He would flash them a bright smile and stop to chat. The bitch’s eyes would always grow huge. They never seemed to know where to look between his incredible smile, sweaty muscles, and bulging cock. 

For over a year now, he would always finish up his cardio with his dick in some girl’s cunt. He loved ending a run with a girl’s legs around his waist, fingers digging into his strong back, and moans in his ears every time he rocked his hips forward. Bitches were always loud with him. Her cries were too loud for the music she played to hide the noise, but instead the music just gave him a rhythm for his fucking. Her cheap bedframe thudded against the wall in time with the beat. Girls throughout the dorm or house heard their fucking and knew what was happening. By now many of them could remember it happening to them. They would finger themselves and hope next time he would fuck them instead. Matt loved that feeling of power over so many horny sluts almost as much as he loved fucking.

Matt’s cock was becoming uncomfortably large in his shorts as he reached the end of the trail and headed back. Sorry, buddy, no cunts around for you today, Matt thought. He was definitely going to miss that part of his daily run. God, he was horny though. Hornier than he had been in a long time. Despite that distraction, the run was even better than he had thought. The gentle hills and twisting trails provided more variety than his usual campus route. His breaths were steady but deeper now as he pushed his body to keep up the pace. Unfortunately, his dick kept throwing off his concentration. The twisting pressure of his shorts that shifted with each step kept him from really hitting his groove. 

I’ll jerk off when I get back, Matt thought, but his dick was still growing bigger as he approached the resort. For the first time Matt regretted his usual running gear. His teammates would give him grief for weeks if he showed up with his hardon threatening to tear out of his skintight shorts. He could hear their faint laughter in the distance now and could imagine how much louder they would be if he showed up like this.

Fuck that. Matt remembered there was an upcoming curve by the lake. The shore moved inwards toward the resort and forced the path into the base of a hill topped with several trees, which provided small cove secluded from the rest of the path. More than enough privacy to ease the pressure coming from his big balls.

Matt sprinted forward. All thoughts of keeping a steady pace had been jettisoned in favor of getting his rocks off. In just a few minutes he slowed to a stop at the curve. Yeah, this would do. The little inlet meant nobody on this side of the lake could see him. The trees provided some shade and cover. Even someone at the top of the hill could not clearly see what he was doing. The shallow water lapped against the path’s edge. Good enough for his needs.

Matt pulled down his shorts until it was bunched around his knees. His thick cock popped free and rose parallel to the water. His shaved orbs bounced in the air, and the meaty cheeks of his ass were warmed by the late morning sun. Matt grabbed his uncircumcised dick and peeled back his foreskin. His sensitive cockhead was already primed and ready. Precum splattered into the lake when the jock slowly started pumping his hand across his shaft. Normally, he liked to take some time and really get into his fucking, but right now he just wanted to get off. Thankfully his cock was on the same page. After only a minute of jerking, he was already close.

The killer slowly walked down hill. Jack’s nearly naked prey had started gently rocking his hips. The killer admired the young man’s well muscled back. Matt’s broad shoulders and traps gently curved down to the mounds of his incredible ass. Long, toned leg muscles flexed each time Matt rolled his hips forward. Matt’s clenching butt was a lighter color than the rest of him, but the warm toned skin was beautiful. Beads of sweat ran down the athlete’s smooth skin. Matt was breathing deeply now. His body was tensing, preparing to cum. The killer almost hated to murder the handsome young stud. Almost.

The killer shoved Matt into the water.

A shocked Matt released his cock and held out his hands in an instinctive attempt to break his fall. His body slammed into the cool lake. Thankfully the water was deep enough to avoid hitting his head, but the rocks along the bottom bit into his knees and hands. He flailed about trying to get his head above water when he felt something slap across his back. The weight pressed him down and made it hard to get upright. His shorts were still tangled about his legs, so his feet never seemed to get the space they needed to stand. His hands grabbed what had hit him on the back. Was that a rope?  Matt twisted about trying to get his knees into position when he suddenly felt himself being pulled towards the shore. With a fitful gasp, Matt managed to get his head above water.

The first thing he saw was that he was not holding onto a rope. A net had been tossed over him, and his frantic movements had wrapped the netting around his body. The second thing he noticed was the person pulling him to shore. Matt was expecting a teammate or coach, not someone with black burn scars across their hands and face. He was not expecting the wicked looking knife on the man’s belt. He was not expecting the insanely gleeful look in his captor’s eyes. Matt screamed.

“Hey, you hear that?” Adam stopped dribbling the ball and turned towards the lake. 

“I did hear something,” Angelo said then he grabbed the basketball from Adam and turned towards the hoop. “I heard some numbnut trying to distract me from how badly they are losing.”

Adam laughed and chased after him as Matt’s upper body was being pulled onto shore. He screamed again as the killer took the knife and cut through Matt’s shorts. 

“HELP!” Matt yelled just before the killer stuffed a balled up piece of Matt’s shorts into his mouth.

Taylor lazily reached down and adjusted his cock before stretching his arms out over his head. His half awake mind recognized a distracting noise, but then dismissed it as nothing. Xavier heard Adam and Angelo arguing about something by the courts, and somebody was goofing off in the distance. Dumb fucks. He grabbed his phone and turned up the music.

Matt screamed into his soaking wet gag as the killer wrapped the net around his body. Tighter and tighter the roping twisted around his body, and his struggles only seemed to further entangle him. He found himself being rolled onto his stomach despite his best efforts to escape. The killer ignored his victim’s twisting and ran his hands across Matt’s clenching buttocks. The firm, round muscles flexed as the wrestler tried to pull away, but the killer had no difficulty appreciating his capture. Matt’s lighter skin tone showed exactly where his small shorts had covered the smooth flesh of his ass during those daily runs. Even now the net’s lines dug into and lifted Matt’s ass. Jack felt he was being presented the paler mounds like an offering. The killer speared a finger between the cheeks and probed the virgin pucker hidden between them. Matt tensed up while Jack’s finger patiently traced circles around his entrance. 

Matt felt the pressure increasing. His heart was pounding. This cannot be real, he thought. His breathing was fast and shallow as panic rose. I am going to die, Matt thought, as Jack’s finger slipped into his ass. The killer was slow, patient, but not loving. Matt’s humiliation and fear were almost as arousing as his glorious butt. So many people must have enjoyed watching these muscles on the dance floor, at matches, and during runs, but Jack was the one who was got to play with them. The wrestler moaned when the killer’s skilled finger found the jock’s prostate. The little organ that pumped the stud’s cum out of his big cock had never been the subject of this kind of attention before, and Matt could not help but sigh at the tiny jolt of pleasure he experienced at Jack’s touch.

Embarrassingly, Matt felt his cock, which had never fully softened despite everything, begin to harden again. His pecs dug into the dirt as he tried to move his ass away from the prying finger. Bits of mud clung to his wet skin. His biceps and triceps bunched into tight balls as he tried to push away his bindings. His legs tried to push upward despite the tightness of the netting. His wet shoes slipped against the mud at the lake’s edge. He shook his head to make sure his nose did not get crushed in the net, and his eyes darted about in terror. Somebody would come right? Somebody had heard or would wonder about him going missing. Shit, would they? They did not know how long he planned to be gone. 

Despite all his struggles, Matt’s cock was the only part of him that managed to escape the net. His hardon dug a shallow trench into the ground. The sensitive flesh burned against the rough dirt. To his relief, Jack removed his finger from Matt’s asshole. The wrestler felt strangely empty without the pressure. Then Matt bit into his gag as the killer smacked his ass with his other hand. The killer gently massaged Matt’s butt as if too soothe away the pain. Then Matt screamed as he felt something being shoved into his butt again, something wet, rough, uneven. A stick. Matt started crying. He was being raped with a fucking branch. Jack shoved the stick further up Matt’s asshole. He laughed to himself at how pathetic this stud was. He had used something barely bigger than a twig, yet this manly jock was putting up such a fuss. Jack wanted to keep the wrestler’s hole busy while he worked on the rest of the hunk’s body. With a heave, the killer rolled Matt over onto his back. The other end of the stick pushed out just enough to press into the ground from this angle. Perfect.

Matt looked up at the killer. He moaned a plea or demand, Jack could neither understand nor care which it was. The killer admired Matt’s body in the net. The jock’s muscles pressed out against the ropes. Large biceps and thighs twisted and strained against the net, which only seemed to dig in more with each movement. The killer knelt beside Matt, and Jack’s scarred hands traveled across the wrestler’s smooth body. Steel hard leg muscles flexed and strained under his touch. Equally solid thighs attempted to both pull away and push up to relieve the pressure of the stick up Matt’s tight ass. Jack sudden grabbed Matt’s cock and gave the jock’s manhood an appreciative stroke. 

Matt grunted and pulled away from the touch, but Jack easily held the stud’s throbbing dick and slowly jerked Matt off. Jack’s other hand grabbed the wrestler’s full balls and squeezed them. Matt’s handsome face grimaced. His muscles flexed and heaved. The netting dug in deeper. Matt’s tensed pectorals pushed out so far that the netting dug into his chest and created a grid of white lines. Soon bits of blood starting appearing as the skin was cut. Throughout all the pain, Matt could not help but focus on how Jack kept slowly playing with the young stud’s cock. The jock’s big dick was leaking a lot of precum. A steady stream of white ran down the shaft, which Jack used to further lubricate his scarred hands. More jock juice went lower, and Jack covered the hung athlete's large balls with the very cream they had produced. The thick liquid squelched between the killer’s rough hands and Matt’s compressed orbs.

Jack was barely stroking Matt’s dick now. Instead he was keeping the pressure on the Korean-American wrestler’s baby factories. Jack squeezed and relaxed his strong hand. Each time he squeezed down, Matt’s pisshole burped up even more cream. The horny fucker was getting close, Jack knew, and started squeezing harder. Matt often enjoyed playing with his balls while jerking off, but Jack was not playing. The killer’s strong, large hand tightened like a vice without letting up. Matt’s balls were usually too big to fit into even Jack’s hand, but now Jack had tightened his grasp enough that both orbs were being crushed. The pressure continued to grow.

Matt yelled into his torn shorts. The pain was so great he could barely see, but he could tell his balls were tearing under Jack’s assault. Jack could feel the dense ballmeat start to separate between his fingers. Matt’s yell grew higher pitched just before his cock starting shooting off. Jack aimed the stud’s huge dick towards the lake. White seed arced high in the air before splashing into the water. Suddenly Jack clenched his hand. Without any warning, Matt’s big balls were utterly destroyed. What pleasure Matt felt from finally getting off turned to pure agony as what remained of Matt’s cum and reproductive organs was forcibly squeezed from his ballsack and out of his cock. Matt’s load became even thicker as the shredded remnants of his balls were spewed out into the lake along with the last of his fertile juices. At the same time Jack started rapidly pumping his victim’s dick to force out every drop possible. Matt was such a virile stud that it took several seconds to empty his reserves, but finally Jack was satisfied that the handsome young man had given everything.

Matt rolled on the ground when Jack finally released the wrestler’s abused organs. Matt’s once full ballsack was now a slack bag of mushed flesh, but Jack was nowhere near done. The killer held up his knife and grabbed Matt’s still erect dick. Bubbles of bloody cum were still bubbling in the pisshole, but that was not Jack’s focus. With little care for precision Jack sliced through Matt’s foreskin. Matt’s muscles strained again at the new pain, but the netting held just as strongly as ever. In only seconds Jack tore off the stud’s foreskin and tossed the severed ring into the lake. 

Then Jack moved lower. A few quick slices removed not only the net about Matt’s feet but also the sopping wet shoes and socks from Matt’s foot. Jack grabbed a foot and admired the wide, sturdy soles before he slipped the knife up and cut off Matt’s little toe. Then the next toe. Then the next. Each fresh cut elicited another anguished, muffled howl from Matt. Each toe was unceremoniously tossed into the lake. Matt could only beg through his gag as Jack moved on to his other foot. As Matt’s final toe was removed, Jack heard a splash in the water that did not come from one of his victim’s body parts. Excellent, the killer thought, time to finish off this cocky stud. Jack brought up the knife and sliced through the netting. The bloody net fell off and left the naked wrestler unbound. Before Matt even realized he was free, Jack grabbed the former stud by his strong legs and dragged him back towards the water.

Matt feared Jack was going to drown him and twisted his body around. The killer had trouble keeping Matt’s blood covered legs still, so Matt managed to roll onto his stomach. The jock’s hands dug into the loose soil, but again he could only slow the inevitable. Matt could feel the cool lake water against the bleeding holes where his toes had been. Then Jack quickly let go. The killer clambered back onto solid ground and stood on the shore. Jack watched as Matt began to pull himself away from the water. The wrestler’s muddy, naked body was much weaker now, but Matt still had enough strength to slowly pull himself forward. The pain from his balls, cock, feet, and ass grew with each motion, but Matt could work through the pain. Unfortunately, he could not push through what came next.

Matt suddenly felt himself being yanked back into the water. New pains shot up his legs. Looking over his shoulder, Matt saw what had grabbed him. A large alligator, easily bigger than Matt, had snatched the wrestler. He could feel the sharp, curved teeth digging into his muscular legs. Even worse, the large gator was not alone. Several small eyes were also just above the water, and they looked very hungry. The resort owners had been warned that a mother alligator and her children had been spotted in the lake, but the owners had not wanted to spend the money necessary to hunt them down. Their greed was the killer’s gain. Jack had hoped the young stud’s struggles and various body parts and fluids would attract the predators’ attention. Now Jack could enjoy a personal nature documentary. Perhaps this was the only time Matt had never wanted to be the center of attention, the killer snorted a laugh at the thought.

The large gator bit down hard in the legs in her mouth and pulled. Matt’s cries of pain were muffled by the gag, but he could feel his legs being torn into by the sharp teeth. The gator was not trying to tear off his leg though. No, the reptile wanted her prey in the water where she and her babies could feast. Matt tried to hold onto something with his hands while the gator pulled him deeper into the water. His grasping hands only found loose rocks and soft dirt. The gator dragged him further until his shoulders and arms were the only thing on land. The naked jock yelled into his gag.

Matt’s trapped legs could not kick effectively, so the wrestler tried to punch the mother’s snout instead. However the wrestler had to release the ground, which allowed the mother to yank him into the lake with ease. Now floating in the water, Matt could bend back enough to begin punching the big gator. A lucky hit surprised the mother enough that Matt managed to pull his leg free, but while the mother was stunned, her children were not going to let their meal escape.

The smallest of the babies managed to snatch Matt’s cock in its jaws. The drug enhanced erection had never gone down, so the little gator had a nicely sized mouthful between its jaws. The gator had bitten into his manhood from the side near the base and was already overwhelmed by the delicious taste of the man’s blood, cum, and flesh. Matt desperately attempted to smack the creature’s nose, but the small alligator kept twisting away.  Matt’s kicks bounced off tough hide, yet each shake of the gator’s head made the teeth cut deeper into the jock’s dick. Even worse for the young stud, Matt’s focus on his injured cock had distracted him from the mother.

She had turned around and saw the opportunity. Her jaws wrapped about the wrestler’s tightly muscled waist and snapped close. Dozens of teeth cut into Matt’s once invincible looking lats and abdominals. Then the gator flipped. Matt suddenly found himself upside down with his head under the water. The wrestler thrashed about in a useless attempt to free himself from the mother’s bite. The gator continued to roll until Matt’s head was again above the water. The jock blew water from his nostrils and managed a quick breath before again being plunged under.

Another gator latched onto Matt’s left arm. Matt tried to pull his arm out, but the twisting motion only shredded his flesh against the smaller gator’s teeth. Matt screamed in pain, and water rushed into his nose and lungs. Iron pumped biceps shredded against the ever increasing pressure of reptilian jaws. Again the smaller gator chomped down hard and yanked. Matt thrashed wildly with no thought beyond stopping the pain. Instead the gator moved against the wrestler’s motions to savagely twist its mouth and snap Matt’s left arm free.

Matt was again tumbled by the mother, but this time he remained face up. His pecs expanded and abs swelled as life sustaining air rushed into his struggling lungs. His life would continue for a few moments more, but his heaving torso lacerated itself on the mother’s teeth. Countless new gouges were cut into muscular flesh and already existing tears grew. His stomach was sliced open down the left side. Matt grasped the bleeding stub where his left arm had been. The water was red with his steadily pumping blood. His strong heart kept going despite the damage, and every second weakened the athlete even more. Matt knew he could not live long, but fear and pain kept him fighting even when the smallest gator copied his bigger sibling and tore off Matt’s large cock.

Matt kicked and punched with all his remaining strength, but the experienced mother knew the motions of a dying prey. Her unfed children gathered closer. The blood and uncoordinated struggles triggered an instinctive hunger that overcame the remaining fear felt by the younger creatures. Matt attempted to howl in pain as the three young gators each bit into his remaining limbs. Beautiful smooth, copper colored skin split open. Matt’s tightly muscled arms and legs had won him matches and sluts across campus, but for these animals Matt’s incredibly strong and resilient muscles were only a delicious source of protein. Hard muscles built through years of weight lifting, running, and training fought against the sharp teeth, and they lost. 

As if on some unheard signal, the small gators bit with all the force their powerful jaws could muster. Matt’s arm and legs snapped off. Where once he had legs that could confidently carry him for miles, Matt now only had trailing strips of bloody skin, tendon, and broken bone. Matt cried out in agony, but his gag meant only his killer heard the lovely noises of the dying athlete. The water was so red with blood that Jack could barely see Matt’s torso in the mother’s jaws. Satisfied that her babies had eaten, the mother decided she would feast too. Matt felt the change in her posture and tried to harden his body. Despite it all even if he would never wrestle, walk, or fuck again, he wanted to live. His muscles tightened as best they could to resist. In a small fraction of a second, the mother snapped her jaws closed. Matt’s hard muscles collapsed. His rib-cage and vertebrae shattered. Matt had a brief moment where his head was lifted up, and his view took in the sky before falling under the water. He would not drown, since his lungs and most of his chest remained near the surface in the mother’s mouth. As his detached shoulders and head hit the lake bottom, Matt finally surrendered to the void. 

Jack watched the last of Matt’s body being consumed. The smallest gator who had taken the jock’s dick had returned to feast on the dead jock’s head before its siblings could. The others continued their meal in contentment. Jack could hear the faint sound of Matt’s teammates’ laughter over the music. None of them knew about their friend being raped and murdered just beyond the hills. The killer gathered the dead wrestler’s clothes, placed them in a bag weighted with rocks, and threw the bag into the lake. As the gators settled down to digest their prime jock meal, the killer walked up the path towards the resort. He knew exactly which isolated victim would be next.