Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 5

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. 

Shock the System

“I can’t believe Liam and Matt ran off with Geoffrey,” Taylor said as the golden tanned stud was squeezing his sizable assets into a jockstrap. While Coach Kevin Douglas had been distributing some sandwiches for lunch, Brian had run into the dining room saying he had found a note in the lobby. Apparently Geoffrey had stopped by and picked up his teammates for some partying. A quick check of their rooms confirmed the two wrestler’s clothes and possessions were gone, and Coach Applegate had seemed ready to order everyone onto the bus and back to campus. However Coach Douglas managed to talk him down, and now the remaining athletes were getting into their workout gear to explore more of the resort.

“Well, I can believe Liam would, but Matt seemed more responsible than that,” Aiden shook his head. The freshman had arrived later than the rest and had only started stripping off his swimsuit. 

“What does dad have you doing next?” Adam asked Owen in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

“I’m supposed to be testing the weight machines? You?” Owen said as he yanked up some gym shorts over his bulging jock.

“I’ve got tennis, the south trail, and then dig a fire pit for dinner. He got a pig for an old fashioned campfire roasting. It’s going to be great. What about you, Angelo?”

 Angelo sighed, “West walking trail and swimming pool.”

Adam turned but before he could ask, Xavier said, “Tennis courts, climbing wall, shit like that.”

Adam grinned his patented megawatt smile and said, “Alright, I hear you. Let’s get this done and make dad happy. Get some ideas he can put down for the owners. That’ll make us all look good. Maybe we’ll even get invited back for free again when they have the place finished.”

“You’re such a suck up, Adam,” Angelo said.

“Hey, do I see you turning down all this free shit? That’s the power of connections, bro,” Adam slapped Angelo on the shoulder before heading to the exit.

“He’s still a suck up,” Angelo grumbled, but he also left.

Brian smirked as he rubbed his arms through his workout shirt and said, “After the climbing wall I get to try out the hot tub, and my muscles are looking forward to that.”

“That’s something I’m definitely using before we leave,” Taylor said. 

Before long everyone except Xavier and Aiden had changed and headed out, but Xavier had been taking his time after noticing Aiden was having some trouble.

“Fuck me, I am so horny. I even jerked off when I woke up, but I feel like I haven’t scored in a month,” Aiden said. His cock was not fully hard but was already sticking up at an awkward angle that would not easily fit into his shorts much less his jockstrap’s pouch.

“Me too, man. Feels like I’ve had blue balls this whole trip,” Xavier agreed. His own thicker cock was rising when he stepped closer to his friend. “Here, let me show you something.”

Aiden inhaled sharply as Xavier slid his own cock up against Aiden’s shaft. 

"We have some nice fucksticks, don't we, brah?" Xavier asked as if they were comparing biceps instead of dicks.

“I… I guess…” Aiden stammered. His cock quickly grew to full mast as his friend’s pushed up along the sensitive skin. The undersides of their cocks were rubbing against each other with every slight motion they made.

“Remember that girl whose cunt we ruined like this. Both our cocks balls deep in her pussy. Bet she’ll be loose for the rest of her life, right, brah?” Xavier stroked their shafts together in a hand. His other hand steadied itself on Aiden’s broad shoulder.

“Yeah, definitely, brah,” Aiden’s eyes glazed over. 

Then Xavier leaned forward and kissed Aiden. Aiden froze for a second. This was too much, right? They weren’t gay. They fucked girls all the time, but this felt so good. Different. Xavier's mouth was bigger than those of any of the many schoolgirls Aiden had fucked. The older wrestler had a hint of early afternoon stubble around the jaw that brushed against Aiden’s face as Xavier moved closer. And the kiss was more aggressive than with any girl he had experienced. Insistent and almost playful. Aiden felt Xavier’s tongue press between his lips. 

Aiden opened his mouth, and the two studs’ tongues wrestled between their teeth. The sensation was too much. Xavier and Aiden groaned. Their faces were still smashed together when Aiden came. Only Xavier’s quick reaction saved them from being covered by the deluge of Aiden’s cum. Xavier managed to bend their shafts to the side enough that Aiden’s spooge arched high into the air before it splattered onto the floor and bench even as Xavier started cumming too. The senior’s load was even bigger than the teenage freshman’s, but Aiden was far too lost in his orgasm and Xavier’s skillful kissing to pay attention. If not for Xavier’s hand supporting him, Aiden would have collapsed to the floor. Finally Xavier released Aiden from the kiss and instead concentrated on pumping out the last of his jism while a gasping Aiden did the same with his own cock.

Even after both of them had stopped cumming, Xavier remained where he was and slowly stroked their softening dicks together. Their faces remained only separated by a few inches. His dark brown eyes stared into Aiden’s lighter ones with a teasing confidence. Like he was daring the freshman to call him out. Aiden did not say a word even after Xavier finally released their manhoods and stepped away to grab some towels. A few moments later Xavier and Aiden finished cleaning up the mess they had made. Neither had spoken, but Xavier had definitely been smirking at his friend the entire time. Finally the two changed, and just as Aiden was certain Xavier was never going to mention what had happened, Xavier turned towards him.

“Just buds blowing off some steam, yeah?” Xavier winked and stuffed his not entirely soft cock into his shorts before leaving. 

-

After half an hour Brian returned to the locker room, and like his teammates Brian was also extremely horny. He was not accustomed to being away from the series of girls he regularly rotated through, but even so he felt weirdly sensitive. Like a stiff breeze would get him hard. Even now his cock was chubbing up inside his jock. He was annoyed, but a jacking off session back in his bedroom would handle his over burdened balls.  

First he had to test out the hot tub and see how they felt. Brian approved of the idea of letting the team try out the resort. Figuring out how to do something, developing a plan, and then executing the plan was how you grow. You learned how to best handle a task and stuck with it. He believed in knowing what you were doing and scheduling your life. Even fucking girls was as much about making sure he had a clear head by keeping his hormones under control as it was about enjoying the fuck. Unlike most of his teammates, he had real plans after college. He was making something of himself in both body and mind.

Right now though, Brian wished he had some pussy into which he could empty one of his massive loads. He got off on control. How he could slip up to some bitch at a bar or party, give them a pick-up line, and watch them melt. Sluts never could get enough of his tight body or his long cock, and when he fucked them, he made sure they came first. Often multiple times. For Brian, there was nothing like showing a girl that he was the one in charge. He did not care if she had the hottest mouth, biggest tits, or the tightest cunt. He and his big black dick were the ones running the show. He would fuck them until he was ready to blow his load no matter how much the bitches squealed, begged, or pounded on his muscular body. Brian had more than enough endurance to drive them over the edge again and again until he was ready to fill them up with his seed.

Fuck it, he could just jerk off right now if he wanted. Brian would hear if anybody opened the door to the lockers, and hell, the whole team had jerked off together last night. Everybody had already seen his big dick in action yesterday, so he obviously had nothing to hide there. Besides, the place already smelled like someone else had recently bust a nut in here. Obviously he would not be the only one doing it. Fuck them if they wanted to complain about it now.

Brian stripped off his jockstrap and tossed it into his bag. He walked totally naked down the lockers and into the room with the recessed hot tub. The hottub was already running with water steaming and bubbling inside, so the jock slowly lowered himself into the tub. Some bubble bath and other items were laid out by the wall under the controls, but Brian was happy with just the warm water relaxing his sore muscles. He splashed some water over his chest and shoulders.

Brian sighed as he stood in the middle of the hot tub. The water reached up to his waist, and the bright lights made his wet skin shine. He rubbed a hand over the lines of his torso. His large pectorals pushed out like bowls under his smooth skin, and Brian lazily twisted one of his nipples. The little spikes of pleasure ran up and down his body, and his dick began to harden even more. The tub’s jets felt divine against his huge cock. His manhood swayed back and forth in the current. The warm water caressed and teased. He could reach down and shoot his load right now, but Brian liked taking things slow. Quality over quantity, right? Brian thought to himself. A little buildup, some delayed gratification, would make his release all the better.

He waited, slowly tensed and relaxed his muscles, and felt the tingles of pleasure slowly grow. While one hand kept twisting his nipple, the other hand stroked his bicep. The large arm muscle slowly tightened and unwound against his touch. He had made his body with literal scientific precision. He had stayed up to date on the best workout techniques, scheduled his meals and exercises to maximize his gains, and kept a detailed record of his progress. Brian released his bicep and rubbed his hand lower across his torso. His fingers delicately traced the hills and valleys of his tight abdominal muscles. His diet had been precisely managed. Bulking and cutting in exact intervals allowed him to maintain his tightly muscled core, solid pecs, and rippling eight pack abs with less effort than the meatheads who ate garbage and then killed themselves in the gym to get their bodies shredded with muscle. Yeah, Brian was quite proud of how he had painstakingly honed his form into the fine piece of muscled studhood he was today.

His cock was half hard now, but he did not want to touch it yet. Instead he meditated on his body. He could feel the steam wrapping around his muscles. His muscular back expanded and contracted with his slow, steady breaths. His wide lats and traps flowed together in poetic motion. The firm globes of his ass and columns of legs slowly swayed with the water’s flow. All the muscles on his perfectly defined self stood at attention, then eased, then tensed, and repeated the process again. Brian could feel every inch of his body tighten and relax in perfectly controlled rhythm. 

The awareness of his own body turned him on even more. He knew his self-control would be rewarded, just like he knew that he could fuck a girl until he made her come again and again on his cock while he took his time and flooded her pussy when he was ready. He licked his lips. The thought of some bitch riding his huge dick made him want to jerk off right now, but he could wait just a little longer. The horse-hung stud could feel his erection really filling out now. The gentle teasing of the water seemed almost unbearable. Brian was no longer sure how much of the water running down body was from the steam and how much was his sweat. Slow and steady.

His dick was fully erect. The thick knob of his cockhead slowly bobbed just under the surface of the water. He had a great pussy pleasing dick, he had to admit, even if he had not done anything to earn one. Still he definitely knew had to use what he had. Fuck, he wished he had some pussy right now or even one of his sextoys from back home. There were so many better ways of getting off than with only your hands, but he would have to make do. Then he spotted something. Along the shelf were a pair of kid’s flotation devices. They were designed to wrap around a child’s upper arm, but the shape reminded the jock of one of his pussy shaped toys. That could do the job. Brian grabbed one of the floaters and started blowing it up. His cock pulsed at the thought of getting something better than curled fingers to fuck. Yeah, his cock was bigger than a little kid’s arm, but Brian would be able to get it to fit well enough. Work smarter, not harder, Brian thought as he pushed the floater into the water and around his cock.

Fuck, yes! That was the shit he wanted right there. The large cockhead required a bit of squeezing to fit, but soon the jock’s makeshift pussy toy was wrapped around his long shaft. Brian moved the toy up and down, slowly at first then with increased urgency. The jerking motion made waves splash up across his body. The warm water ran down the clenching muscles of his torso and more waves lapped against his back. His tight ass half emerged from the water only to drop below with each forward rock of his hips. Brian started giving into the rush. He could see little streams of precum jetting into the water. He was almost there. His balls pulled up. 

Then the lights went off. 

“God fucking damn it!” Brian screamed into the pitch black room. “Fucking hell, how badly was this cheap ass place built?”

He released his cock and climbed out of the now silent tub. A few dim emergency lights slowly turned on, but he could barely see the floor under his feet. Something probably tripped the circuit breaker, Brian thought as he walked into the locker room and over to a door marked for maintenance staff only. 

His dick was still hard, dripping, and enclosed in its pool toy, but Brian did not bother removing it. He was going to get the tub going again and finish his jerk off session right now. Leaving behind a trail of water and precum, the jock made his way into the utility closet and threw open the breaker box. Yes, just as he expected. The breaker was switched off. Brian flipped the lever, and the lights returned with a low hum. Nothing blew up, so things must be good to go. Time to finish his business and meet up with his teammates, Brian thought as he walked back to the hot tub room with his hardon leading the way. He never saw the killer’s attack coming. 

Brian screamed when the electrified wire was jabbed into his right thigh. He fell back against the lockers. His naked body slid downward while his thigh muscle shuddered from the current’s effects. Brian looked up and saw a face out of nightmares. The face, no, the entire head, was blackened scar tissue. Only the eyes seemed undamaged by flame, and those eyes were demonically gleeful. A sparking wire had been ripped from the wall and was being held by the killer’s equally scarred hand.

“No, you’re not real, shit, NO!” Brian yelled. He pushed himself up with his arms, but his injured right leg had trouble coordinating with the left leg. By the time Brian had pulled himself up, Jack struck again.

Brian raised his arms to protect himself, which let the killer jab the wire into Brian’s right arm. With another scream Brian went on the offense with his left arm, giving Jack a hook that would have sent most people sprawling. Instead the killer stumbled sideways and pushed the wire even deeper into Brian’s arm, but the wrestler followed up with a kick that should have crushed his assailant’s balls. Down Jack went onto his back with the sparking wire still clutched in one hand. Brian could have run then, but he was not about to let some campfire ghost story remain alive.

“You think you could take me, faggot!” Brian shouted as he used his undamaged left foot to stomp on Jack’s chest with all the force his heavily muscled body could muster. “Oh, fuck no! You are one dead bastard!”

Brian slammed his foot down again and was surprised by how tough the killer was. Jack was merely stunned where most people would have been knocked out by the pain. Brian slammed his foot down a third time before Jack suddenly grabbed the jock’s foot and stabbed the electrified wire into Brian’s leg. Brian’s body twisted as he fell, and the wrestler found himself on his knees besides the killer who wasted no time in trying to grab onto his victim. Brian pushed up with his left arm and shoved away Jack with his right, which did nothing to protect his back when Jack jabbed the wire into the wrestler’s side. Brian almost fell on his face, as his muscles contracted involuntarily with the sudden rush of electrical current. He could hear the killer ripping more wire from the wall to better reach his prey, but Brian was not going down that easily.

As Jack got on his knees and pushed the wire against the jock, Brian pushed up with a rapid strike that slammed the killer’s head against the lockers. Jack almost immediately started getting back up, and this time Brian would let him. The wrestler had learned his lesson and was going to get some help, even if he was naked with a hardon in a pooltoy pointing straight in front of him. He could put aside pride for staying alive.

Unfortunately, the young stud clambered to his feet at the wrong spot. A foot slipped in one of the slick puddles of cockslime he had trailed while going to the breakers. His injured leg could not compensate for the sudden shift in momentum, and Brian fell on his amply muscled ass. His body’s muscles strained to pull himself back up. Too slowly. That was all the time Jack needed to press the wire into the middle of Brian’s chiseled abs. Brian roared in pain. His muscular torso quivered and twisted as more and more current flooded his aching body. The killer kept pressing down, pushing the wire so hard it broke the skin. Brian’s body was forced back against the floor under the killer's unrelenting force. Hard muscles contracted and spasmed in an uncontrolled display for Jack’s enjoyment. Brian’s eight pack abs rippled and flexed as the muscles unwillingly pushed out against the tendons beneath Brian’s smooth skin.

Jack pulled out the wire from the bleeding hole in Brian’s stomach and pressed it back into the wrestler’s right arm. An already large bicep seemed to grow twice as big as the current made the muscle jump and spasm. Hard muscles that usually operated with careful control and coordination now flexed unevenly. Jack speared a pectoral muscle right above the nipple, and Brian howled as his pecs were forcibly made to dance for the killer’s amusement. Again and again Jack stabbed the wire into Brian’s tightly muscled body. Triceps, deltoids, thighs, and shoulders all had their turn. Each time muscles bunched and flexed to full definition before giving way to uncontrollable shudders. Every time another black scar was burned into Brian’s once unmarred skin. Jack reveled in the destruction of this hunk’s beautiful body, but he wanted more. He wanted fireworks.

Jack pulled Brian’s left leg up with a hand and yanked the wire downward with the other hand. Brian screamed again when the wire was shoved up his tight asshole. The electricity seared the sensitive lining of his innards. Brian slammed his legs together about the killer’s head. The wrestler heaved a sigh of relief when he felt the wire falling out. He was preparing to mash Jack’s head, but the frantic killer brought the wire up to the most accessible and vulnerable part of Brian’s body, the jock’s big balls. Brian’s screams became an inhuman screech as his potent orbs were fried within their shaved sack. The large testicles bounced and quivered as more and more energy was dumped into them. The studly jock’s chances of ever fathering a child were rapidly falling with every agonizing second, but Brian could only involuntary arch his muscular body upward and yell. Then he started cumming. 

Thick streams of electrically heated seed jetted across the nearby lockers, the floor, and Brian’s own body. Bright white cum sizzled and splashed against straining dark muscles. The involuntary muscle spasms forced more and more of the wrestler’s seed out of his cock, and Jack laughed manically while grabbing the wire and jabbing it down the young stud’s cockhead. Brian’s eyes widened. He felt like molten fire was being poured down the inside of his cock, yet his boiling hot cum could not escape. The jock’s injured prostate kept pumping more cum out of his damaged balls until his big, thick cock looked like it was going to tear open. Blood vessels burst inside Brian’s mighty shaft and balls, and those organs started turning an unhealthy deep purple. 

The wrestler’s makeshift sextoy ripped to pieces under the pressure, and Brian was certain his cock was going to do the same when the killer yanked the wire free, and Brian almost yelled in relief when his stalled release suddenly restarted with incredible force. While Brian was having the largest and most painful orgasm of his young life, Jack took advantage of his victim’s temporary incapacitation. The killer grabbed more of the sparking wire and held it against Brian’s temple. Brian flopped back and forth like a fish out of water, but Jack’s unyielding muscles remained steady as did the pressure being applied to the wrestler’s skull. By the time Brian’s bleeding cock had finally stopped spurting, Brian’s forehead had started darkening and peeling. His skin had begun burning at the point of contact, but the shocks were not just doing damage to his beautiful skin. They were also frying Brian’s nervous system.

“STOP!” Brian screamed again while pounding his still functioning fist against the killer, but the word was slow and slurred. Everything was feeling blurred. Now a frantic Brian realized his brain was being slowly destroyed by the electricity, yet his attempts to protect himself weakened with every passing second.

“Please stoooop…” he begged the killer.

Jack did not stop. In fact the murder’s eyes took on a look of demonic ecstasy at Brian’s pleas. Brian started sobbing in part from the pain but even more from realizing he was never going to recover from this attack even if he survived. He might could rebuild his body one day, but he would be nothing without his intelligence.

“Nooooo, staaahhppp,” Brian cried and finally shoved the killer off. The jock stood and limped towards the hottub room. The jock's only thoughts were focused on locking himself safely away from the murderous freak. Despite the damage, Brian's athletic body looked so strong. The muscles he had spent years carefully honing still seemed nearly invincible, and his big, fat cock was hard and dripping. However his unsteady movements and nasty burns indicated how badly hurt Brian's beautiful musculature was, and his hardon was due to drugs and seared blood vessels instead of any kind of pleasure. Some part of Brian was aware of all this, but most of him was operating on animal instinct. He just wanted somewhere safe. 

Brian got into the room and pushed the door closed. He slammed his naked body against the door just before Jack threw himself against the door. Brian fumbled at the lock. His barely functioning muscles could not grasp the mechanism, but at least the sheer weight of his beefy body prevented the door from opening. His sturdy legs, thighs, and buttocks braced outwards to press his musclebound chest into the door. The door shook again, but Brian managed to keep his balance. His hardon dribbled a slick trail of seed and blood against the door when the jock pushed his body forward with all his might. His fingers spasmed and shook, but Brian could almost twist the lock closed.

A blast of electricity threw Brian backward into the hot tub. Jack had pressed the live wire against the metal door handle. The force of the shock combined with Brian's involuntary reactions had thrown the stud into the hot, roiling water. The naked wrestler struggled to get his footing. His lack of body fat meant that his muscle heavy body would sink like a rock if he failed to get upright. Brian grabbed the tub's edge and dragged his upper body out of the water. His functioning bicep bulged while he pulled himself mostly out of the tub. Then he saw the killer standing at the edge. The wire dangled just above the water’s surface.

“Nooaaaaa,” Brian begged. He reached out his damaged right arm pleadingly. The muscles that had won him so many matches could barely lift themselves up. They could not stop Jack from simply letting go. With a crack of thunder and flash of light, the wire hit the water. 

“AAAAGGGHHH!” Brian screamed, his badly damaged brain and body unable to pull himself out of the electrified water. His muscles twisted and twitched in an uncoordinated display of randomly firing electric signals. The bulging muscles strained so strongly and randomly against each other that it looked like serpents were fighting beneath his smooth, dark skin. In seconds Brian’s carefully toned musculature started literally ripping itself apart. His arms dislocated themselves when his biceps, triceps, and deltoids pulled against each other in a grisly twisting motion. His left pectoral muscle tore enough to split through the skin, and under the water Brian’s thighs started separating from the joints and bones. A rib snapped, and blood started pouring from ripped skin and meat. His cock looked like an overstuffed sausage. The skin barely seemed capable of containing the blood vessels pulsing beneath its surface.

The once intelligent jock’s face was a mask of pain. His eyes randomly twitched and rolled. What was left of his cognition only recognized an existence of suffering. Brian was barely conscious enough to see his throbbing cock suddenly explode in a shower of blood. He released a final horrified scream moments before his once handsome head was also blasted apart. The gooey remains of the formerly brilliant stud's brain splattered the walls and ceiling while what was left of his body collapsed into a twitching stew of blood and meat. 

Jack licked his scarred lips in satisfaction. A wet stain spread from the untouched erection in his pants. He loved it when they fought. Brian had been a glorious conquest, and yet he still had so many more pretty muscle boys to kill.