Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 4

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. 
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.  

Prank the Prankster

“Fuck, coach, if I had known you were a cocksucker then I would've done this every day after practice,” Liam said while watching his dick slide in and out of Coach Kevin Douglas's mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes, you are definitely going to blow me every fucking day from now on.” 

Kevin pulled his mouth off Liam’s dick with a wet pop. 

“That’s not happening, Liam. We’re never doing this again.”

“You sure, coach? I think you look pretty good with your lips around my meat,” Liam flashed a lopsided smile as he gripped his big cock and slapped it against the assistant coach’s face.

Kevin glowered at his wrestler, but he knew he was not very menacing naked on his knees before the jock that he had been sucking off moments ago.

“Not going to happen, period, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will make the rest of your time on the team a living hell.”

Liam’s green eyes lit up at that, but he said, “Chill, coach, just saying it’d be nice. Now, my peepee is so achy and red and swollen. Wanna kiss it and make it all better?” 

Liam wagged his erection in front of Kevin’s face like he was teasing a dog with a treat, and damn him, Kevin could not help wanting to swallow every inch of the stud’s beautiful cock.  Kevin had been fantasizing about hooking up with one of his wrestlers for years. He had been too afraid of losing his job to actually do something like this, but the temptation had always been there. Watching and touching these incredibly handsome, muscle bound, hugely hung wrestlers had provided a lot of wanking material. Despite every bit of good sense telling him he should end this now and knowing Liam was scheming to make this a permanent arrangement, he was not going to turn down an opportunity to live out one of those wet dreams. Kevin opened his mouth and took things slow this time. 

Giving in to temptation a few minutes earlier had been one mistake in a long line of them. Bill had managed to get the team to start exploring the rest of the resort, but Liam was not trying out the climbing wall he had been assigned. Kevin had wondered why Liam had disappeared, knowing from past experience that the mischievous jock would get into trouble if left on his own for long, and set out to find him. Kevin opened the door to the stables only to be ambushed by a falling bucket full of foamy horse shampoo. Then Liam jumped out from behind a stall while roaring with laughter. 

“Sorry, coach, I thought you were Brian!” Liam said while not sounding sorry at all, so Kevin grabbed a handful of shampoo and launched it right at Liam’s face. With a laugh Liam returned fire, and sudsy battle was waged until both of their clothes had become a sopping mess.

“Shit! We cannot go back like this!” Kevin said once a truce had been established. 

“I saw a heater in the back along with some towels. We can hang our clothes up over it and wash up.” Liam cheerfully offered as he stripped off his wet shirt and kicked off his shoes.

Kevin hesitated while looking over Liam’s torso. The water meant the red headed jock’s lightly tanned skin shimmered in the artificial light. Their tussle had made his muscles swell beneath the smooth skin. Freckles highlighted broad shoulders and well muscled arms. Another fainter trail of freckles spread across muscular pectorals between two succulent pink quarter sized nipples. A tight eight pack abdomen swept down to a sizable bulge in drenched shorts.

Sensing Kevin’s hesitation, Liam teased, “Come on, coach, you’ve seen my sexy bod bare-assed lots of times. Shouldn’t you return the favor?” Liam wiggled his eyebrows and gave his coach an exaggeratedly lecherous smirk without knowing how much the assistant coach wanted to do much more than strip down. The wrestler yanked off his shorts, no underwear of course, and revealed a soft, meaty seven-inch cock draped over a set of large balls in a generous sack. A neatly trimmed wreath of light red hair highlighted the pink flush of the jock’s generous endowment. Liam turned around and headed to the back where a bucket and faucet served as a makeshift wash, which only gave Kevin plenty of time to watch the muscular arcs of Liam’s ass flex as he rinsed and wrung out his clothes.

Kevin had seen it all before but not like this. He was so close, the two of them were alone, and Liam’s flirtatious teasing had his heart racing. Kevin knew this was a bad idea, but he did not want to go back looking like he had fallen in the wash. He did not want to explain what had happened, he did not want to look like he had lost control of the situation, and a bigger part of him than he would like to admit doubted he would ever have the chance to be naked and up close with one of his charges like this again.

“Fine,” Kevin sighed before stripping off his clothes. His own torso was even more muscle heavy than Liam’s own if not quite as sharply defined, yet nobody would doubt the firmness of his muscular frame or the hardness of his six pack abs. Kevin’s biceps were larger by at least another inch or two around compared Liam’s and his shoulders were broader, though he was a tad shorter at six feet. Kevin’s skin was darker both because of genes and more time in the sun, and a dusting of dark hair fanned out on his chest before narrowing into a thin treasure trail. His cock was similarly sized, a bit thicker than Liam’s own, and his balls were equally large, a nice pair of big plums in a low-hanging sack.

After Liam had finished, Kevin cleaned his clothes and hung them besides Liam’s shorts on a line strung near an electric heater while very aware of the fact that Liam was nude and right behind him. At least the heater was putting out a good amount of warmth. It would not take long to dry themselves and their clothes out, but the awkward silence quickly gave way when Kevin turned around and found Liam stroking a very erect cock.

“Wanna have a sword fight? I’ve seen your junk swinging in those pants and always wondered how you’d compare,” Liam asked as he released his foot long dick. The grinning nineteen-year old wrestler just stood there naked with his steely hard cock bobbing in front of him as if he did not have a care in the world.

The look of stunned disbelief on Liam’s face was almost as satisfying to Kevin as the sensation of dropping to his knees and swallowing half of the wrestler’s manhood in one swift motion.

Which was how Kevin found himself sucking off one of his wrestlers in the back of a stable. At least the interruption had given Kevin a reason to slow down. If this was going to be a one time hookup, and he promised to himself it would be, he wanted to make it memorable. He had too much at stake for there to be a repeat. He flicked his tongue across Liam’s cockhead, teasingly, and enjoyed the bitter juice that leaked out. One of Kevin’s hands stroked his own cock while the other rolled and squeezed Liam’s balls. Liam’s gasp of pleasure showed he obviously enjoyed someone playing with his big nuts. Kevin slid down the cock, relaxing his throat in the process, and then swallowed before pulling back and repeating the process. At last I found one way of shutting him up, Kevin thought, while Liam whimpered under his coach’s ministrations. Liam had not moved much during the blowjob, but now the redheaded jock was begging to rock his hips. Kevin had to release his own cock to steady one of Liam’s large thigh muscles since not even Kevin’s talented throat would be able to handle this cock if Liam’s thrusts got too carried away.

A few minutes passed with no noises but the sounds of Kevin’s grunting as he managed to swallow more and more of the jock’s horsecock and Liam’s breath hitching as his coach gave him the best blowjob of his young life. Neither knew their performance was being watched at that very moment by someone else. They were not aware of the combination of lust and rage they were inspiring. Their muscular forms moved back and forth in a steady rhythm for their unseen audience. Kevin raised his meaty ass higher to get a better angle, and Liam grabbed Kevin’s curly hair with one hand while his other braced against the wall. Liam’s limbs trembled as he tried to both remain standing and resist the urge to plow his cock balls deep into Kevin’s hot, wet mouth. 

“Oh, God... Oh, fuck… FUCK!” Liam yelled when Kevin finally managed to envelop the wrestler’s entire cock, “I’ve never had a bitch take all of me in her mouth before.” Kevin’s nose pushed into Liam’s wiry red pubic stubble, and his throat was filled with throbbing jockmeat. Kevin wished he could take a long time to savor the moment, but his leaking hardon, not to mention need to breathe, pushed him to bring things to a climax. 

He started squeezing the jock’s balls together. The jock’s virile nuts tried to squirm away, but the coach had them as well trapped as the wrestler’s throbbing cock. Then Kevin started humming, a deep rumble from his chest that climbed upward, and began aggressively swallowing. Kevin squeezed on the teen’s orbs until the pleasure turned painful and then something in between pleasure and pain. Kevin slurped and suckled on the wrestler’s dick as hard as he could while his humming reached a high pitch. Liam felt those vibrations travel down his straining hardon to his very core, and all his muscles involuntarily tensed.

Liam howled as he flooded Kevin’s gullet with thick seed. Kevin’s own untouched cock responded in kind with heavy spurts of cum shooting across the floor between Liam’s legs. Kevin pulled way back, both to take a breath and to get some of that tasty nectar on his tongue before he dove back down again. Liam’s grip shifted to his shoulders, and Kevin was briefly worried that his collar bone would shatter. Thankfully Liam relaxed after releasing his first few loads and instead made do with some relatively gentle thrusts timed with each spurt of his cock. After five more thick loads entered Kevin’s belly and another precious few seconds of suckling, Kevin felt Liam shudder as the increased sensitivity began catching up to him. Reluctantly, Kevin released the jock’s shrinking organ, though he could not resist a quick parting lick to claim a dribble of cum despite Liam’s pained hiss of protest. 

Their tired bodies collapsed onto the floor with their softening cocks leaking out the last of their seed onto the ground. Coach Kevin mentally beat himself up over doing something so incredibly stupid even as part of him admitted the experience had been incredible. He looked up and knew immediately that Liam felt the same way, except he could see in the calculating gaze Liam was giving him that the jock was already planning on a repeat. Surely, there was no way Kevin could allow that, right? No, no, he could not give in to temptation like this again. His plans would be ruined. His life could be ruined.

“I am going to get dressed and go. You clean up and follow when you are done. If anyone asks, I found you goofing off, made you clean up your mess, and that is all. Understand me?” Kevin stood up and loomed over the wrestler to emphasize his point.

“I already said yes, coach, lay off me. One time deal. I get it,” Liam pouted.

“Good,” Kevin said, already dressing. “Just make sure you remember that.”

Coach Kevin looked down at the naked wrestler for a moment, committing Liam’s exquisite form to memory, and then walked out.

Liam stayed sitting on the floor. He stretched out with lazy ease in his post-orgasmic glow. He had never expected Coach Kevin to suck him off and definitely never expected the coach to be so damn good at it. Despite having just cum moments ago, his cock thickened between his legs at the memory. Liam had been very horny this whole trip even compared to his usual self. Hell, usually he was quite ready for another round or three after blowing his load deep into some chick’s snatch, but the urgency was returning even faster than usual. Maybe Coach Kevin really was just that good. 

Liam closed his eyes and began coaxing his cock back to hardness while trying to remember the delicate flicks of Kevin’s tongue on the underside of his shaft. Yeah, no matter what the coach had said Liam was definitely getting another blowjob, and he was not waiting for when they got back to campus. No, now that he knew Coach Kevin was such a thirsty cocksucker, Liam was certain he could arrange for more “accidental” meetups during this trip. He rubbed a hand across his muscle wrapped torso as he thought about how there was no way Coach Kevin would be able to pass up Liam’s smoking hot body if they could get some more privacy. Liam could arrange for his dick to slip out while being spotted or run into the coach after a shower in just a towel that happened to fall off. Yeah, he would figure out some way of getting his cock back into his coach’s talented throat. By the time they returned home Liam was sure he could convert the assistant coach into a slutty cumdump who was addicted to Liam’s big dick.

Liam was so focused on his masturbatory fantasy that he never noticed the person behind him until the drugged cloth was covering his mouth and nose. The confused wrestler hesitated a precious moment in wondering if perhaps Coach Kevin too had wanted more, but the painful grip on his head and the bitter smell from the cloth quickly changed his mind. Too late.

Liam pushed off the ground in a move that easily would have thrown an opponent over his shoulders and onto the floor, or at least he tried to. Instead his naked body barely budged. He pushed back into the interloper like a fainting lover instead of someone fighting for his life. He lashed out with his muscled arms, but again his flesh failed him. Whatever he had been drugged with had turned his athletic form into jelly. Liam was not sure he could even lift his hand high enough to scratch his nose. He yelled, but his vocal chords were not immune to the drugs effects. What should have been an ear-splitting yell emerged as a whispered croak.

The killer’s burnt face came into view, and now Liam really did try to scream. The killer did not seem to notice and instead pulled the muscle heavy boy into a nearby stall. The killer laid out the wrestler’s body so his shoulders and head were propped up against a corner while the rest of him was splayed out on the floor. Liam could only watch as the killer grabbed a jar of something and laid out a line of it on the floor. That was when Liam noticed a sizable hole in the floor along the wall. Hidden in shadow but still bigger than his fist. The killer drew a line from the hole straight to the jock’s body. Liam tried to twist away, but soon the thick gelatinous substance made a trail right to his fuzzy balls. Liam could smell the stuff now, sweet like honey but with a sharp undercurrent. Now the killer started spreading it on Liam’s body.

Liam tried to pull away, but the killer barely paid him any mind. Instead the killer haphazardly scooped out globs of the stuff and spread it across his useless muscles. Liam’s eyes watered from the strong smell, but he was even more bothered when the gloved hand gripped his still hard cock and smeared the stuff up and down the long shaft. Despite everything, his hardon lurched at the rough handling until the hand moved down to harshly twist and slather the jock’s balls. Liam actually managed to kick a leg out a little, a few inches, when the killer yanked up those orbs and shoved a slimy middle finger into his virgin butthole. The killer actually chuckled when his probing finger found the young man’s prostrate, which caused Liam’s cock to burp out its own line of precum to mix with the juices below. To Liam’s intense humiliation, the killer repeated this motion several more times, forcing more out more seed from the trembling jock. Then there was a noise, almost a whisper. The killer turned towards the shadowy hole and nodded. Without a word, the killer got up and closed the stall door.

Liam first saw one ant, but it was big. Far bigger than any he had seen in person before. At least an inch long, this ant was like something out of a wildlife documentary. Of course he did not know this unique species had been transplanted here at great expense at the specific request of a very discerning customer. Ants rarely eat large living prey, especially ones that can effectively fight back, but the same chemical alchemy that had produced muscle building designer drugs and aphrodisiacs had little trouble driving these creatures into a frenzy. Soon Liam saw another ant following the first, the another, and another. They followed the line before them like dutiful soldiers until they reached the shivering muscles of their helpless meal. 

“Coach? Anybody? Please!” Liam hoarsely screamed as more and more ants started crawling up his muscle bound body, but the killer could barely hear his cries. Nobody else would. 

The ants seemed to be exploring. Antenna waved in the air and hundreds of feet marched across his body. Liam felt them marching across his pectorals and between the valleys of his abs. Some were underneath him now. His back itched with dozens of explorers. One intrepid scout climbed up the underside of his shaft and now squatted on his cockhead like a proud mountaineer. Its tiny mandibles scooped up drops of cum in an experimental taste and, liking the calorie rich liquid, went back for more.

Then as if on some inaudible signal, the ants began to feed. Liam felt dozens of mandibles saw into his tender flesh. His lightly tanned skin was shredded in countless places as the ants ripped out bits of flesh. Red blood merged with red hair as pieces of scalp were torn away. Liam instinctively tried to swat them off, but his fingers merely curled as a square centimeter of flesh was ripped off the back of his left hand. By now Liam could see bloody sections being passed down a chain of ants back to their underground home while even more ants climbed out to partake in the feast.

Liam tensed his body as best he could. His muscles bunched and tightened for a moment but only a moment. Just as suddenly that little strength left him, and the ants continued. More ants probed the vast expanses of his shifting torso. One crossed the plains of iron pumped flesh to find the large pink nipple. The tip stood at the top of a hill of pectoral muscle. The wrestler had packed a lot of protein into those sturdy pecs, and the ants were going to collect every inch of them. The ant started cutting into the sensitive flesh.

Across his strong body ants were taking more and more from him. Groups spread across his abs taking exploratory bites, probing for weak points below his pecs. The hard ridges of stomach muscles were cut, tasted, and studied. Lower still his legs and thighs were given less intense consideration. The long columned muscles there seemed indistinguishable to the small creatures, so they simply tore into the wrestler’s incredibly thick thigh and perfectly toned leg muscles wherever they could.

 

The lone ant on his cockhead seemed to look him in the eye and give a cheery wave of its antenna before sinking its mandibles into his manhood. Liam would have howled if he could but all that happened was a slight moan as he felt more ants climbing his shaft. He could not see it, but he knew his ballsac must be under similar assault as several small stings began down there and along his inner thighs. With a snap, one of his little toes came free and was quickly passed down the line. One of the valleys of his tough abdominals was being stripped mined of muscle. He felt more than saw a sizable portion of skin from his left arm’s triceps being torn off. Liam could only watch as the body he had worked so hard to build was deconstructed.

More ants had arrived now. Countless little feet and exploring antenna prodded at Liam’s body until they suddenly ripped out another bloody meal. His cock was still standing tall even while more and more of its skin was missing. Indeed, the drugs and constant explorations had kept him not only hard but dribbling until the ant on top took another bite off the jock’s overstimulated manhood. With a quiet sob, Liam came. The scout on his cock was launched into the air on a geyser of sperm. His load spilled across the ants between his thighs and across the lines of ants beyond. Liam watched the creatures scurry in disarray as his hot seed disrupted their organized lines. He tried to spurt even more, despite the pain as his wounded balls pulled up. He wanted to drown as many of the fuckers as he could. Another spurt flew out, almost as big as the first, and yet another joined it when Liam used what little strength he had in an attempt to thrust his hips out.

It was nowhere near enough. Even as the last dregs of his seed splashed down onto the ants, he saw more ants arrive. Some drowned, but the survivors were driven into an even greater frenzy. Some of the colony fell upon his rich seed as if they were dying of thirst in the desert. The bites and tears into his flesh continued at an even faster pace. Liam saw a cum-coated ant clambered to the base of his cock. He was not sure if it was a delusion born of pain or reality, but he could have sworn it was the same one that had climbed atop his cock earlier. Instead of a cheery wave, this time it bit right into the base of his manhood. The act seemed to inspire others to the cause, and soon a large gathering were sawing into the base of his manhood like lumberjacks felling a mighty tree. He almost could not see due to the horrific pain, but Liam watched his cock topple over with a sickening squelch and a spurt of blood. A victorious parade formed to drag the bloody cock back to their home as if his prized organ was a trophy.

Liam silently screamed as white hot pain burst down his legs and up his stomach. An intense wave of nausea hit him just before the pain stopped. He looked between his legs and saw some ants carrying off his bloody left ball like another trophy. That’ll make a big meal for them, he thought hazily as the blood loss started taking a toll on his ability to think clearly. Having found the source of their delicious liquid meals, the ants worked even harder to saw into the line connecting his remaining ball to the rest of his body. Another sharp stab of pain signaled that his right ball had joined its twin, but he was beyond worrying about those things.

By now Liam’s muscular body was missing several chunks thanks to the diligent if uneven work of the ant colony. His handsome grin was gone along with much of his lower lip. Several toes had been removed, three fingers on his right hand were barely more than bone. A big gash in his left thigh was bleeding steadily. His right bicep was being ripped apart while his other nipple and a large chunk of pectoral muscle was being sawed off by the mandibles of a team of a dozen ants. His once eight pack abs had been downgraded to a five pack with the lower right section now just a gory mess of blood, muscle, and guts. He could feel and see more ants crawling into those wounds, digging under his skin, biting, tearing, and carrying away more and more of his body. Then half the world went dark when his left eye was stabbed and yanked from its socket. 

Liam knew his body would give out soon, and he welcomed the end of his suffering. Suddenly he tensed and gave an uncontrolled thrash. His tormentors had one more cruel prank to play. The ants had crawled up his asshole and down the bleeding hole where his cock had been. There the young wrestler’s prostate remained. The discovery of the final storage center of the once virile stud’s seed started another frenzy of activity. The attack on his last remaining sex organ overwhelmed his dying brain with an indescribable, unbearable agony which peaked like a wrenching climax. Even as his other eye was ripped from the socket and much of his nose came free, Liam saw flashes of lightning from his assaulted nervous system. The last vestiges of strength in the remains of Liam’s muscular form was exhausted in a macabre series of thrusts and spasms. The oversexed jock had one last excruciating orgasm of pain, an ejaculation of blood and seminal fluid from the gash of his groin, before merciful darkness overtook him.

Liam’s corpse twitched a few times, but the killer knew the wrestler was dead. Still he watched the ants’ patient deconstruction of their meaty prize for a few minutes more just to be certain. Once he was satisfied that there would be no last minute surprises from his victim, the killer locked up the stables and put a maintenance sign on the door. A sexy muscle hunk had been appropriately punished, but there were still more to go.