Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 6

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.  

Dethrone the King

Coach Bill Applegate was torn between feelings of excitement and rage. He could not believe his assistant coach was fucking a student. Kevin had always seemed like a levelheaded person, a solidly trustworthy type, but the video recording was crystal clear. His assistant coach was on his knees giving a blowjob to Liam (Liam of all people!) in the middle of the stables. What in the fucking hell was Kevin thinking? Liam could not keep a secret if his life was on the line. Bill had made a lot of money selling recordings of his wrestlers, and you did not do that year after year by being careless. He had enough pull to bury many investigations into his team members’ indiscretions over that same time period, but if ever there were a thorough look into his dealings, then Bill doubted he could keep everything hushed up. 

However the video was really fucking hot. Bill’s mind raced even as his cock twitched in interest. Bill had a firm policy of not shitting where he ate, but if Kevin was going to be more adventurous (and dumb), Bill could make a lot more money. He could find plenty of buyers for videos of his assistant coach whoring himself out for the team. If he could keep it secret. If.

Bill watched the video to the end when the motion activated camera cut out. The recording should have restarted when Liam had gotten up and dressed, but Bill knew these things were hardly perfect. Besides he already had a gold mine of material. The coach gave his dick a squeeze through his shorts while he replayed the video. On the monitor Kevin and Liam had stripped naked, their wet bodies looked amazing despite the camera’s relatively distant location. He switched views to another camera and now was looking down on the two. Kevin was wringing out his clothes. An impish smile appeared on Liam’s face as the wrestler started jerking his cock. 

Bill turned up the volume. He hoped the audio quality would be as good as the video quality. Better recordings would mean a better payout. Plus he had some personal interest. His assistant coach had a great body. Better than many on his team, truth be told, since he had more years of training to build up his strength. Kevin was almost as massive as Bill himself. Almost, Bill smiled as he felt up his hard chest muscles through his shirt.

As Bill kicked off his sandals, the coach watched while Kevin turned around and stared in shock at Liam’s erection. Liam made some stupid joke about a swordfight, but then Kevin fell to his knees and started slurping on the wrestler’s meat.

“Fuck!” Liam turned his head up to the ceiling. He was unknowingly giving the camera a good view of his dazed smile, his muscled torso, and his long cock disappearing and reappearing while Kevin’s head bobbed back and forth. 

Fuck is right, Bill thought. So stupid of them both but still so damn sexy. Bill pulled his shorts down to his knees. His large cock was mostly hard. The thick cockhead was already a darkening pink as it filled out. Bill grabbed a bottle of lotion and squeezed out a generous amount onto his hand. His eyes never left the screen though. Liam was really getting into this blowjob. His wrestler’s tightly muscled body trembled with pleasure as over time Kevin took in more and more of the younger man’s cock. Bill wondered if Kevin was that good or if Liam did not have experience with someone who knew how to handle a big cock. Bill knew from his own anonymous hookups that even a lot of cock hungry, muscle worshiping men had trouble when dealing with dicks like his.

Kevin had stopped because of Liam talking, but Bill had not been paying attention. Something about this only happening once. Yeah, right. Bill knew Kevin’s type. The slut had a taste of the forbidden fruit. Nothing would stop Kevin from jumping on some jock stud’s dick if the opportunity arose. Holy crap! Kevin actually managed to swallow Liam’s entire cock. Bill could not help but imagine his assistant coach’s lips around Bill’s manhood instead. Maybe he could prevent Kevin from fucking with the team if he made the younger coach his personal cockslave instead. 

Bill’s hand was a blur on his shaft now. The noises of the two lovers on the recording were drowned out by the squelching of skin and lube. Sweat started beading on his arms and face. Bill imagined he was the one getting blown by his hunky assistant coach. He could almost feel Kevin’s lips. The twisting and curling of the assistant coach’s tongue would be incredible on Bill’s long, thick cock. Bill could almost see Kevin’s piercing gaze looking up at Bill worshipfully while the younger man choked on Bill’s fuckstick. He did not hear the door being carefully opened behind him. Bill did not realize he was no longer alone until the strong hands wrapped around his throat and squeezed.

The head coach instinctively tried to push out of the chair, but Jack’s strong arms and body weight kept him seated. The hugely muscled head coach pounded his fists against his attacker’s hands while trying to twist away. Jack steadily increased the pressure until suddenly the chair Bill was sitting on collapsed from their combined weight. Both men tumbled away from the shattered chair and onto the floor. Bill fell flat on his hard ass and inhaled as much air as he could. He looked back to see the horrifyingly scarred face of the killer who had risen to his feet and was staring down at Bill like the coach was a wounded animal to be finished off. Jack held the chair’s broken support pillar in his hands.

Bill rushed forward and tackled Jack’s legs even as the killer slammed the pillar down across Bill’s thickly muscled back. Bill grunted from the pain that burned through his swollen traps and lats while Jack twisted and grabbed the desk. The scarred man almost smashed his own head against the monitors but managed to redirect his motion enough to instead land on top of his intended victim. Bill had turned onto his side in the hopes of bringing Jack down onto the floor, but now they were both a tangle of flailing limbs. The two men continued to grapple, punch, and claw at each other, however Jack had the better position. Bill’s meaty fists were pounding on Jack’s side and legs, but Jack had easy access to the coach’s big set of meat and potatoes.

Bill screamed as Jack squeezed and twisted Bill’s balls and dick savagely until the coach’s eyes watered from the incredible pain. No matter how much muscular armor he had put on the rest of his body over the decades, Bill’s manhood had grown no protection despite the many cunts and asses he had fucked. The coach roared in pain as his manly assets were compressed tighter and tighter. With an angry yell, Bill gathered enough strength to shove Jack off him. Finally Jack was forced to release Bill, yet the killer was not letting the coach free if at all possible. As Jack fell backwards, he grabbed onto the coach’s sweat drenched t-shirt, which easily tore off in the killer’s hands. Bill was less worried about his clothes than the fact that his aching cock and balls were free. The coach slammed his shorts-entangled legs down across Jack’s splayed out body with all the power his thickly muscled legs and thighs could produce. The killer grunted with pain but twisted around with incredible speed.

Jack punched Bill directly in the middle of the massive coach’s hard abs. Despite his abdomen's toughness, Bill felt the wind being knocked out of him by the incredible strength of the blow. Jack did not let the coach recover and soon had the coach’s huge chest muscles in claw holds. Jack’s fingers dug into Bill’s incredibly built muscles. The coach’s whistle dangled in the deep cleft between the rounded mounds. The studly man’s giant pecs filled Jack’s large hands when the killer squeezed harder and harder. Jack felt the dense tissues slowly give and tear in his grasp while Bill wailed in pain. Bill’s hands pounded on Jack’s back, but the killer seemed to barely feel anything even as Bill felt his pecs being slowly destroyed.

In a desperate gamble, Bill kicked off the ground and rolled to the side. Thankfully Jack was pushed just off balance enough to roll with the motion, and Bill pushed up and turned towards the door. Jack leaped forward and grabbed onto the fleeing Bill. One of Jack’s arms wrapped around Bill’s shoulder while the other arm’s hand desperately grabbed onto the chain hanging around Bill’s neck. The coach clambered to his feet despite the killer’s own muscular body hanging onto Bill’s back. Jack wrapped his legs about Bill’s waist. The motion ripped at the coach’s shorts while Bill twisted and beat his hands against the killer’s arms. 

Coach Bill’s big eggs slapped against his thighs as they fought. To Bill’s even greater embarrassment, his cock was still as hard as iron and waving in front of him as the two men struggled, but he had more important things to worry about. The whistle’s chain in Jack’s hand was now digging into his throat. Bill found breathing difficult as the metal links tightened. He almost fell flat on his face when his shorts got tangled around his feet, but instead the coach reversed his motion and roared as he went backwards to slam Jack against the wall.

Jack yelled in the coach’s ear from the pain of impact, but the killer held fast. Coach Bill coughed and struggled to catch a breath before again smashing the killer onto the wall. The fight ripped apart the coach’s shorts, and as the shreds fell to the ground, Bill’s huge cock wagged in the air unencumbered. Bill regretted taking that fucking drug because he felt like he was going to explode any second despite having to fight for his life. At least Jack loosened his grip, so Bill managed to gulp some air before the killer managed to regain control over the whistle’s chain.

Bill’s feet slipped, and the two crashed to the floor. The killer jerked back on the chain, pulling the coach’s head back even as Jack again wrapped his legs around the coach’s waist. The coach knew that he was dangerously close to being unable to effectively fight back. Jack twisted both their bodies around while the coach attempted to pry free of the killer’s grip. The hugely muscled coach managed to get into a sitting position despite the killer’s weight, and the two fought a tug of war. The coach tried to elbow his assailant to little effect. The coach’s huge cock remained rock hard and throbbed in the air before the man’s densely muscled abdominals. The coach’s broad back arched and bucked, but his whistle’s chain still dug into this vulnerable throat. Sweat was pouring off his body. Drops of seminal fluid leaked down his shaft.

The room was oddly quiet. The hum of computers and the moans from the repeating video were punctuated with the slaps of flesh against flesh and the coach’s momentary gasps of air before the killer regained control. Bill was writhing like crazy now. No strategy governed his movements. He was fighting to breathe, to live just a little longer. Jack pulled back on the whistle even more and wrapped the other arm around the coach’s sweaty body. Then the killer slammed the coach forward onto the floor.  Coach Bill barely caught himself with his free hand before he screamed when Jack’s cock speared up into his asshole. The unlubed organ forced its way past his clenched cheeks without mercy. Bill’s already red face darkened from the pain and lack of air. He could feel the blood from his torn asshole dripping down his legs. The coach tried to scream. He tried to fight back. Jack fucked him. 

And this was a fuck. No gentleness, no romance, no thought to the victim’s enjoyment. Jack brutally fucked Bill like a cheap whore. Like there would be no tomorrow. Which there would not be for the once self-assuredly masculine head coach. Instead there was only pain for Bill. Pain from his shredded asshole, the heart pounding in his chest, and the chain tearing into his throat. And his cock which jerked in the air every time Jack shoved his dick deep into the coach’s tight, meaty ass.

Bill tried to rear back. To bash the killer’s nose in. To loosen the killer’s hold on his chain. To do something that would give him some form of relief. Jack smashed Bill’s face into the ground. Blood poured from Bill’s broken nose. 

Jack yanked backwards on the whistle’s lead, and like an animal on a leash Bill responded as demanded. The big muscle man’s back slapped into Jack’s own hard form. Bill was a well trained pet returning to his master, and Jack thought his victim should be rewarded. The killer’s other hand reached around and grabbed the coach’s dick. Bill’s cock was huge and throbbing with each heartbeat. His cockhead was dark purple and dribbling sticky seed. Bill was not fighting very well any more. The coach’s hands tried to pull at the line cutting deep enough into his throat to draw blood, but his fingers could not find a way between the lead and his bleeding flesh.

Jack was jerking the coach off now with movements as merciless as the fucking. Jack kept up a steady stroking motion which was coldly clinical like one used by a rancher milking a prize bull. The message was clear to even the lightheaded Bill. You are nothing more than my plaything, the killer was saying without a word, and I will use you however I want. It was the same way Bill liked to treat the random sluts he would meet up with late at night, but Jack was not only going to rape Bill. Jack was about to murder Bill. Even worse, part of Bill was enjoying the experience. The killer’s cock was hitting a spot deep in his ass that made sparks fly in his oxygen deprived brain. He had never been manhandled like this before, and something was breaking in his psyche with each thrust of Jack’s dick. Bill was humiliated by his own body’s reactions, his weakness at being unable to fight back, and his own fucking cock responding to the killer’s touch.

Bill made a gurgling noise. Internal bleeding was causing his blood to drop down his damaged throat and into his lungs. Even if the killer freed Bill immediately, the coach would not survive without medical care, and the killer had no intention of stopping. Again Jack yanked back on the whistle and pulled up Bill’s twisting body. Bill’s dimming eyes could barely make out the monitors. The coach’s muscular chest heaved as his body tried to cough up the blood in his lungs and throat. His tongue was drooping out of his mouth. He could see Kevin and Liam’s recording. He could see live images of Owen shaving in his bathroom, Taylor working out with some weights, Xavier and Aiden chatting by the pool, Adam and Angelo playing basketball. Oh, his son! His beautiful boy. The killer would be coming after his kid soon, and Bill had let him down. Get this bastard for me, Adam. Kill him. Please.

Then Jack started cumming. The monster’s seed flooded Bill’s ass even while the killer squeezed the coach’s cock hard. And God damn them both, but Bill began shooting his load too. The coach’s bulging muscled seized tight as he came. Loud splats rang out across the room as his big balls emptied themselves onto the floor. Hot rivers of thick, white cream spread across cold tile. All of Bill’s being seemed to be focused on the burning release, and his consciousness faded with every spurt. Bill’s eyes rolled up to the back of his head. His tongue hung out from now purple lips. Finally Jack released the chain and grabbed the coach’s head. With a savage ferocity, Jack slammed coach down. Bill felt his handsome face being broken on the floor in a puddle of his own warm cum.

Jack finished pumping his load into the twitching coach before pulling out his still leaking dick. The killer stood and looked at the naked coach’s body with glee. The nearly dead man’s broad back was motionless except for his shallow breathing. The killer’s cum and coach’s blood ran out from between round ass cheeks. Large arms remained where they had fallen after minutes of fruitless struggle. More blood ran freely from the torn neck and twisted mouth. The once powerful man’s muscular body had been reduced to a useless heap of abused flesh. Bill’s domineering attitude had never been anything other than a show to cover his insecurities and weakness. Soon Bill would be nothing but garbage to be taken out by the cleaning crew. Jack was going to save them the effort.

After a quick check of the monitors to ensure nobody was near the main facility, Jack pressed a few keys before he dragged the dying coach’s body towards the industrial-grade mulching machine in the far corner of the room. A quick flip of a switch was all the killer needed to power up the grinding teeth. With a grunt Jack lifted up Bill and dropped the hugely muscled man feet first into the machine. 

Bill had enough life left in him to awaken and release a gurgling scream as his feet were shredded. Jack’s eyes were wide with almost child-like excitement as gravity slowly pulled the coach’s body down the inclined slide. Bill’s strong legs were no more a challenge than his feet. Inch by inch were swallowed and crushed by the spinning gears. 

“Aghhhhh, noooaaa,” Bill weakly pleaded despite all the damage done to his face and throat. The coach’s knees popped and exploded as they were destroyed. The big man’s huge thighs were already being eaten. The wet, mushy pleas were barely heard by the killer over the machine’s steady grinding. Bill tried to slow his descent by grabbing onto the machine, but the muscle man’s giant arm muscles were too weak to do more than add a few seconds to his life.

Then Jack pointed to the monitors, and Bill’s eyes widened in fresh horror. Short videos were repeating of Geoffrey, Matt, Brian, and Liam. Each wrestler was gruesomely dying. Bashed, cooked, beaten, cut, bitten, raped, castrated, and who knows what else. Bill could not accept those superstitious legends were true, and he had led his team right to the legendary killer’s lair, including his own son. Bill had killed them all.

While he watched the murders play out on the screens, Bill’s large, low-hanging balls were inching closer and closer to the churning teeth. He screamed again as his ballsack got caught by a tooth and was immediately pulled lower. The machine seemed eager to consume the heavy orbs. With an almost hungry growl, the rotating gears tore apart the coach’s sack and immediately ground up the lowest orb. In half a second Bill was half the man he had once been. His other ball did not survive much longer, but this orb was pushed higher into the gears before exploding in a shower of gore than splattered across the machine and Bill’s dying body.

Bill was almost frozen in unspeakable agony as his cock got yanked into the spinning teeth. The coach’s thick organ’s crushing was anti-climatic compared to the satisfying crunch of Bill’s pelvis shattering under the machine’s tireless hunger. However unlike the machine, Jack was getting impatient. There were still more studs to kill and every second meant a chance one of the others would come back and wonder what was making so much noise. Time to hurry things along.

Jack picked up a hammer and started smashing Bill’s hands and arms. Repeated blows rained down on the dying man’s fingers and arm muscles until Bill was forced to release his hold on the machine. The coach had barely been able to slow his fall, but now what remained of his body was rapidly chewed up by the metal gears. Intestines were unwound and yanked out of his torso even before the coach’s hard abdominals were ripped into pieces. Jack waited and watched. The killer was focused on Bill’s eyes. Jack wanted to make sure that he was the last thing the arrogant man ever saw. 

Bill coughed up blood as his lungs and chest were pulverized. His heart was ripped into pieces just before his thick pecs were shredded, and Jack’s wish was granted. The last thing Bill saw before his fading vision went to black was the killer’s gloating face. The dead coach’s upper arms and shoulders were unceremoniously rendered down to gory paste. The once good looking man’s head managed to bounce a few times in the spinning gears before a tooth managed to catch Bill’s mouth, which was still frozen in a horrified scream. Another growl from the machine followed by a sudden crack signaled the coach’s skull being shattered and ground into a bloody waste.

The only evidence of Coach Bill’s once incredibly huge and virile form was a disgusting mess of shredded flesh and bone in the machine’s garbage bin. The only intact piece of the old Bill remaining was his whistle, which had miraculously survived the grinding gears and rested on top of the bloody gore. Jack turned off the mulcher with a self-satisfied smirk. Then the killer turned around and looked at across the room. He now had full control over the monitoring system his most recent victim had so graciously provided. He was free to be even more audacious with his remaining victims. Jack gazed longingly at the stunningly handsome studs on the screens. The killer’s cock was already getting hard again as he pondered who should be next?