Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 7

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. 

Drain the Model

Taylor took a swig from his sports drink before sitting on the his bed and untying his shoes. He had just finished up cooldown stretches and was going through his normal post-exercise routine. He was happy with the results he had been seeing with this new diet and exercise regimen. More than ever his chest and abs looked like they were carved from stone. He usually would have used the showers besides the weight room after exercising, but he had something else to cross off his daily checklist before cleaning up. He stripped off his compression shirt and went to the one of the spacious bedroom’s full body mirrors. There was no internet here, but he still wanted to take his daily post-workout selfies even if he would have to wait a few days before posting them.

The blond jock walked up to the mirror with his phone and took in the view. He had been right about this room having good lighting. A nice, warm, and natural looking light hit him from enough directions to highlight his flawless complexion while not washing out his muscular definition. He ran a hand across his strong jawline, still nice and smooth from his morning shave. Then he stretched out his six feet, two inches frame and admired his image.

In a different life Taylor was certain he would have been a supermodel. Every guy on the team was handsome, but he doubted any of his teammates had a famous fashion photographer ask them to model for a photoshoot. Of course the photographer had been a family friend, but Taylor was certain he would have received the offer anyway. Girls often complimented his beautiful sky blue eyes. They said that they could get lost in his gaze. His firm jaw and striking cheekbones framed his face well. His carefully plucked eyebrows and artfully messy blond hair highlighted his elegantly symmetrical features. An easy-going grin showed his sparkling white teeth, his full lips invited a kiss, and he thought his slightly sharp nose merely further enhanced his aristocratic image. Everything came together to signify his better breeding. 

And that was just his face. He made certain his entire body was equally stunning. An even tan gave his skin a brilliant glow while a strict yet careful shaving and waxing routine removed any trace of what little body hair he would normally have. His inspection revealed no stretch marks, birth marks, or acne. His smooth, unmarred skin stretched like molten gold across his equally perfect musculature. What genetics did not give him was the result of a lifetime of good eating, skincare, and exercise. Others teased him about how much time and effort he needed to look this good, but he knew this incredible body was worth the price whenever he looked at his reflection.

Satisfied that the mirror was of good enough quality, he took a quick test picture and examined the result. Not bad. His workout had left him with a nice pump, but he would do a few pushups and situps to really get his muscles to stand out again. He was already imagining the compliments he would get on his socials. Lots of girls replied with thirsty emotes, often asking if he had a girlfriend, and many guys asked about his workout routine or skincare regimen. Of course some guys also left horny replies, but he blocked them. He did not want that kind of attention. The dudes can look in envy, but everything else was just for the ladies. 

After a few more pushups, Taylor took another pic. Yeah, better. His biceps really stood out now, and his lats drew attention to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He put his phone on the nightstand and set the timer. A double bicep pose showed off his guns while he crunched down on his abdominal muscles. A marvelously symmetrical ten pack of abs reached diamond hardness, each section of muscle looking like a brick in a road made of gold ingots. He went through a dozen different bicep poses before finding one he liked enough. He would have to post an uplifting quote with that one. 

Taylor pushed his chest out a bit, the better to highlight the shelf of his pectoral muscles.  His nipples were nickle sized brown nobs that further helped showcase the results of his hard labor. Snap. Perfect. Now for some abdominal poses. Taylor put his hands behind his head and backed up a bit to get the right angle to really make his abs pop. No, it still was not quite right. Ahh, he got it. Taylor tugged his shorts down a little. Yeah, that let the camera get a nice view of his Adonis belt. The “V” below his abs now definitely pointed right down to the big salami he must be smuggling under those shorts. He stuck out his tongue for the haters who claimed he must be stuffing his briefs to get attention. Some people just had it all. Not his fault. Oh, yeah, he really like this third pic, which showed how shredded he was while still getting a nice glow from his golden skin. Maybe he will add a line to this one about how hard work and dedication are always rewarded along with a picture of a salad and protein shake. 

Damn, was he losing his pump? Sighing at the price he had to pay for perfection, Taylor dropped to the ground and did some more pushups. He got back up and took another sip of his sports drink. He had been drinking from the bottle all day, though only a little at a time. He did not want to drink too much at once and look bloated. His pictures had to show a lean, mean, fighting machine who had a perfect tan and was great in bed.

Thinking of being great in bed, maybe he should take a few pictures for his other apps. He looked around. Nobody else was scheduled to be in the residence area right now. The door was locked, and he could not hear anybody outside. Plus this room’s lighting really was great. Perhaps it was even better than his bedroom back home, and he had spent a lot of time and money getting his bedroom lighting just right.

Fuck it, he was really horny anyway. Maybe he could take a few special pics for his dating apps and then jerk off in the shower. Taylor shucked his shorts and stood in only his bulging jockstrap. Something still felt wrong, like he was being watched. He looked around once more, feeling stupid for being a big, muscular stud who was afraid of his own shadow. Taylor shrugged his broad shoulders and decided he was just nervous about being in a new place. Now time for some pictures that were definitely just for the ladies, he thought, as he slipped off his jock. 

The narcissistic young hunk was completely unaware that he had already been giving quite the show over the last two days. Along with his jerk off session with the team earlier, he had been recorded working out, changing, showering, and even blowing his loads on towels in this very room the first night he arrived and this morning too. All these images of the handsome athlete had been captured by cameras in far higher quality than Taylor’s very expensive phone could manage, so anybody who had seen those earlier events would not be surprised by his nine inches of still soft meat that spilled out of Taylor’s last garment or his massive orbs swaying in his hairless ballsack.

Taylor ran his hands over his package, ensuring everything down there was as silky smooth as the rest of him. His cock and balls also had the same golden tan as the rest of his toned body, since he did not want any chance of tan lines ruining his photos. Satisfied everything would look good, he decided to start out with a triceps pose. That would let him turn to the side and show off his arms and bubble butt. He was always a little shy about showing his ass. Sure lots of girls liked a nice ass but so did a lot of dudes. Still Taylor had to admit he had a great one. You could bounce a coin off these incredibly tight mounds, and each cheek had a cute little dimple that formed whenever he was thrusting his huge cock deep into a girl. He had seen those dimples appear and disappear countless times in his bedroom mirrors. Honestly Taylor enjoyed watching the beauty of his perfectly formed body in fucking motion even more than he liked watching some hot chick’s big breasts bouncing while he pounded her.

His dick started filling out as he thought about how incredible he looked while pumping his dick into some girl on his bed. Bitches would beg him for more as his tightly formed body jackhammered his cock into them. Fuck, they were so lucky to get laid by him. There! That is a good enough shot, he thought while imaging the awestruck responses from a bevy of smitten sluts. You could easily see the curves of his hard ass muscles, narrow waist, great abs, rippled lats, bulging arms, and hard pecs all in this one picture, but now Taylor decided he was too horny to do anything other than go straight to the main event. He directly faced the mirror with his phone in one hand and his dick in the other.

“Lucky thirteen,” Taylor chuckled to himself while stroking his massive thirteen-inch long cock. Despite its size, the wrestler’s strong groin muscles lifted his manhood until his dick was pointed directly at his reflection. Below his dick hung a smooth sack with balls big enough to impregnate every bitch on campus. Oh, yeah, that’s the shit. Taylor gave the camera a big smirk and twisted his hips to the side to show off how long he was. His dick hardened straight as a ruler and stayed evenly horizontal with the floor. He admired how perfect his cock was before taking more pictures. His shaft was as smooth and golden as the rest of him. Even the big vein on top ran right down the middle of his symmetrical meat. Taylor happily snapped some more pictures before deciding his cock looked lonely down there. He grasped his dick, making sure his was hand mostly behind the shaft. Yeah, he liked something to help the ladies appreciate the scale. 

“Alright, bitches, who thinks they can handle this big boy?” the muscle stud asked. Taylor rocked his hips a little, sliding his strong hand up and down his hot shaft in time with his thrusts. Fuck, he looked so sexy like this. His perfect bod was why sluts came running. He turned more towards the mirror again so his cock was directly facing his image again. He wondered if… yes, he could get a great angle so the mirror behind him was in the shot too. Now his phone could get the front and back views at the same time. Taylor gave his phone another sultry grin and fucked his hand a little faster. Yeah, that made the muscles on his arms and torso stand out even more. He could count three dimples in that last shot, one on the corner of his smile and two making clefts in his ass above his awesome thighs. 

His cock looked like a golden metal rod dripping thick splotches of precum all over the carpet. Ugh, his annoyed look ruined that image, but he could clean the mess later. He was so close to getting the perfect picture. Oh, almost. That was almost it, an image of what he would look like right when he would fully hilt his dick in an invisible slut. The frozen moment showed his hard muscles clenched and made his body looked like it had been cast in gold. His pussy destroying cock had been caught while throbbing and looked even bigger than normal. His handsome expression was confident and knowing, as if telling the viewer that Taylor knew how much you wanted him, wanted to kiss his handsome face, wanted to worship his amazing body, wanted to be ruined by his huge cock, and wanted to feel his incredible muscles utterly dominate you. That was the pose he wanted, he just needed a little less motion blur. Maybe if he made his thrusts more forceful and slowed...

“SHIT!” Taylor yelled. The young jock had been too focused on his pictures to realize how close he was to blowing his load, so he was caught unprepared when he started cumming. A heavy SPLAT rang across the room when a blast of thick white jock juice coated the mirror and his image’s pecs. Taylor tried to choke off his release with his hand, but the move was far too late to do anything except provide more stimulation to his unloading dick. His other hand clenched about his phone, which started taking pictures in rapid succession as the golden boy stud unthinkingly thrust again. These images were much less seductive. Taylor’s expression went from open-mouthed surprise to having his pretty blue eyes rolled up as the rushing pleasure caught up to him. 

The sound of another splat rang around the room as another load sprayed across his mirror image’s abs, and at this point Taylor gave up holding back and fucked his fist uncontrollably. Splat, click, splat, click, splat, click, click, click. More cum shot onto the mirror and carpet, more pictures rapidly taken. Several loads later, Taylor finally regained enough control to stop crushing his phone. He could barely see himself in the mirror and the carpet puddles were still spreading. Hurriedly he checked his recent pictures and groaned. Ruined! There was nothing salvageable from the dozens of images. Too much motion blur to see his muscular definition, too much cum on the mirror to see his body clearly, and his expression looked like he was having a seizure. About the only things you could see clearly were his broad back muscles flexing and unflexing along with his clenching butt. No, he could not use any of this!

Taylor threw his phone on the bed and grabbed a towel. He halfheartedly wiped down the mirror and dabbed at the spooge soaked carpet. Now he noticed in the mirror that some of his cum had managed to get on his chest and arms. Gross. At least he had already been planning on showering. He tossed the towel in the clothes bin and strode into the bathroom.

Like the rest of the place, the bathroom had a fairly spacious design with a few elegant frills here and there. Probably made things easier to clean, he guessed. There was a semi-separated toilet to the side, a clawfoot tub in the other corner, sinks on the opposite wall, and a big, glass enclosed shower stall in between. Mirrored walls were inlaid across from the tub and bath. Taylor’s reflection lifted his spirits somewhat. He was a hot stud, and there would be plenty of chances for selfies later. Hell, he could take one right now. His cock had not fully softened and was already rising up from his thighs at the thought. He must really be missing easy access to pussy, Taylor thought to himself once his manhood pushed past the ten inches mark and thickened some more. He debated grabbing his phone but then noticed again the streak of cum that had splattered across his left pec and arm. No way was he going to take a picture with that on his body. Okay, shower first, and then he could take some more pics. He curled his right arm up and gave the balled bicep a kiss while throwing his reflection a wink. Maybe jerk off again too, he thought, as his cock hardened some more.

Taylor entered the shower and closed the clear glass door behind. The door seemed weirdly thick and heavy to the athlete, but he could see his reflection in the mirror across from it without distortion. Taylor did not notice how solidly the door set in place nor did he hear the click of the electronic lock engaging. Instead he stepped to the side and started adjusting the water. The shower source itself was a large square with several tiny holes that would steadily release beads of water across the body below like a gentle rainfall.

The water warmed quickly and soon Taylor was generously spreading the sudsy bodywash across his golden form. The water felt amazing on his tired body, and he felt everything relax except for his annoyingly persistent erection. He bent over to wash his legs, giving the mirror and the camera behind it a good view of his suntanned ass and waxed, virgin pucker. The view was being enjoyed by someone who decided the time had come to end this self-absorbed stud’s life.

At first, Taylor felt an odd tingling. A strange warmth seemed to be spreading across his body. Something in the bodywash, he wondered. It felt nice if a bit weird. His skin felt like when he used some warming cream to soothe a sore muscle. Then something wet and gross slipped into his eyes. 

“What the hell…” Taylor said as he grabbed the stuff and tried to figure out what it was. Then he looked in the mirror. Hair. A big clump of hair had fallen out of his head. Even as he watched another lump of his carefully groomed blond hair fell onto his shoulders before dropping down to the floor and being washed down the drain. 

“Liam!” Taylor yelled. That bastard must have put something in his wash. Even his eyebrows and eyelashes were gone. In a few seconds, his body had no hair left at all. He could not help but be annoyed that his perfect image of a full body golden tan did not apply to his pale scalp. He tried to slam the shower door open, but the heavy glass did not even tremble. Had the punk sabotaged his door too? How did that idiot manage to do that!?

“LIAM! Let me out of here right now and I’ll kill you instead of making you wish you were dead!”

But there was no response, and if anything the weird tingling was getting stronger. He even felt like the strange warmth was coming from inside him. Taylor had no way of knowing that the cocktail of chemicals in his sports drink were now reacting to those in the shower water and being sent into overdrive. He spun around and shut off the water valve. However the shower kept going, a steady pitter-patter of liquid that seemed to sizzle whenever it hit his golden skin. Now Taylor was beginning to get scared. 

Taylor reared back and punched the door as hard as he could, then howled in agony as his right hand bounced off with nothing to show but bloody knuckles. The glass barely moved despite the power behind his attack. He backed up more, braced himself against the wall, and started kicking. The rippling muscles of his legs flexed to their full glory. His erection jiggled mockingly with each strike. Again and again he used all the strength coiled in his thick thigh muscles to assault the door, but the door refused to budge.

He stared at his reflection across the room, as if he could will himself to the other side. His body was very smooth now, shining with a strange glow he had never seen before. Taylor was reminded of the smooth plastic of a child’s doll. He could even see some redness and not just because he was furious. Oh, God, was he even getting a little splotchy? He looked down to see tiny red welts on his once perfect flesh. He really would kill that bastard if this shit left a scar!

Taylor could no longer ignore that whatever was coming out of the shower was not just causing a tingle, it was actually starting to hurt a little. He tried to back away from the spray, but there was not enough room to completely avoid the stuff. The jock stuffed his large, muscular body in the corner as best he could, but the burning sensation only continued to grow. Spray was still misting him, so Taylor started shaking his body and using his hands to wipe off his skin. Every time a larger drop would hit him, he would jerk back in pain. There was no way to protect himself. He could not figure out why his cock was still hard, but he had to use an arm to cover his sensitive organ. 

Taylor turned away from the water in the hopes of giving his front some relief. Staying as close as he could to a corner away from the door allowed him to keep most of his body away from the spray. Unfortunately the large globes of his muscled ass cheeks stuck out too far. However much he tried to pull in, his golden bubble butt remained exposed enough to catch some of the spray. He also had to push his normally straight as an arrow cock into an upward position against the tiled wall to stay as close as he could to the walls. Soon his butt turned painfully red. Taylor’s muscular mounds started looking and feeling like he had been severely paddled, so the hunky wrestler finally turned around again.

“Oh, shit, oh, fuck me,” he cursed as the motion splattered his torso and arms. The liquid burned across the top of his jutting pectorals and ran slowly down the valleys of his abdominals. His muscular arms twitched and twisted as little beads dripped down their defined muscles. Taylor shivered, dimly recognizing this was the early stages of shock. It felt like his nipples were on fire and his stomach burned like he had a bad case of indigestion. His hands seemed almost numb with pain. He looked again at his reflection. He was a big, strong, muscular stud reduced to shivering in the corner. Nothing, not his looks, not his strength, not his money, not his cock, nothing would get him out of this.

Taylor hissed as another stray droplet penetrated his defenses and streaked down his manhood. Acting out of unthinking instinct, he grasped his bobbing cockhead and tried to comfort his scalded flesh. As before, the bolt of orgasmic release took him by surprise. As before, the need to thrust his cock forward, along with the rest of his musclebound frame, overrode all attempts at self-control. Unlike before, the shudders of pleasure were matched by spikes of pain. 

"FUCK!" Taylor yelped when his cock started pumping out his biggest load of jizz ever.

To an unaware observer, Taylor looked like a handsome and muscular if acne prone young man who was emptying the sizable contents of his overactive balls down the shower drain during an extremely intense jerk off session, but Jack knew better. The full truth was that Taylor felt like he was having the best sex of his life while at the same time being punched in the stomach and kicked in the balls. The chemicals in his body had been steadily tearing at his organs, especially his reproductive ones thanks to the good coach’s aphrodisiacs. The thick, white liquid spurting through the oversexed youth’s grasping hands included not just his seed but the rapidly diminishing remains of his testes and prostate. The strapping young stud was unwittingly ejaculating away his very virility. Not that he needed to worry about such for long. Taylor’s aggressive thrusting motions put him off balance, and his strongly muscled form stumbled back into middle of the shower and its deadly contents.

Taylor screamed an unearthly roar as his still cumming body felt the steady rain of the flesh shredding liquid. Parts of his once golden skin began to sizzle. He looked down past his still spurting dick and saw his feet were not merely red, they were now bleeding. Large gashes were growing as he watched. Little pink rivulets showed the same thing was happening across his muscular flesh. His skin was steadily tearing open. He had to get out right now. He gathered up every bit of his strength and threw his entire body against the glass. The door held easily. All he had done was flatten his athletic form against the glass like an insect pinned in a collection. 

His once mighty cock, now compressed between his rippled ten pack of abs and the glass, gave a few final weak throbs and released the last of its load, large for most men but nothing compared to what Taylor used to produce. Perhaps that was a last fruitless attempt to continue its lineage or a confused nervous system trying to wring out the pleasure it could or maybe this was just a malfunctioning piece of meat. Whatever the reason, the stab of ecstasy and pain, the tiny echo of what once had been a centerpiece of his world, caused Taylor to look in the mirror just as his cock fell into pieces.

“NO!” he roared, pain almost forgotten as he watched his spasming cock steadily unravel. Shreds of golden flesh sloughed off the jock’s manhood. Strips of skin and meat tore away with increasing speed. The same process was also happening to his once massive balls. His ballsack gave out like a water balloon bursting in slow motion. The quivering remains of his orbs dangled a moment above the floor. The seminal tubes managed to keep them connected just long enough for Taylor to see them struggle against gravity and the burning shower spray before they too fell away. The still sizable nuts burst on impact with the floor like a pair of rotten tomatoes. With a sickening rip, the last of the former stud's big dick tore off and collapsed into the gory remains. The sexual equipment that had powered Taylor's muscular growth and countless sexual conquests were now nothing but dissolving goo to be washed down the drain. The once hugely hung jock now had only a few bloody strings of dissolving flesh hanging from his groin. 

In a panicked frenzy, Taylor smashed his fists against the glass. Bloody streaks rained down the glass as the skin on his hands shredded open. He slammed his hands into the glass repeatedly. Each strike was weaker than the last. Then his right hand simply came apart. The damaged flesh ripped to pieces against the glass door. Finger bones flew across the shower in a spray of blood, tendon, and muscle.

"No, no, no," Taylor repeated to himself in total denial. This could not be happening, but the increasing pain felt more real than any nightmare. 

His skin was rapidly melting away now. Chunks of golden flesh were missing from his thick biceps, legs, and back. Even his less exposed face looked distorted. Like he was wearing an exaggerated caricature mask of himself. Taylor tried one more time to push against the door, but at this point he was so weak the glass was supporting him. The athlete could barely hold himself upright against the clear wall. His damaged legs and barely functional left arm were allowing him to cling to the door and away from the deadly shower. His right arm hung at his side. Blood streamed from the wound where his hand had been, and the once rounded mountains of his biceps and triceps had started to fray.  The sobbing wrestler could only watch his body be stripped away.

With another stomach churning sound, most of the skin on his body tore away in bloody sheets of flesh. Taylor was almost delirious with pain, but he could not help but admire himself. He had never really seen his muscles before, all covered as they had been by his golden skin. He looked like an anatomy illustration in a biology textbook. The well constructed muscles of his arms and pecs and abs and thighs and legs were all exposed. Taylor could still count each abdominal muscle, see his curled bicep, and admire his swollen pectorals. He still had these bulging pieces of red meat that he had spent a lifetime training and honing and growing and showing off and fucking with… He shut his eyes, not able to look at the bloody wound that had been his manhood. That is why he missed his left foot snapping off. 

“AAAHHGGG!” Taylor screamed when he suddenly found himself on what remained of his muscular ass. He opened up his eyes in shock and pain. The shower above continued. The deadly liquid splashed across his face unimpeded. His still handsome features twisted in an unholy scream as his model pretty lips sagged and burst. His nose cracked and split open. Then Taylor’s beautiful blue eyes popped out of his sockets in an explosive chemical reaction. He tried to cover his face, but his hands were gone. Only bloody stumps remained at the end of his shrinking arms. Biceps steadily melted into pulp and drained away. Formerly hard pectoral muscles frayed and collapsed into a gory slurry. The ten pack abs he had loved displaying were quickly became a leaking sieve as his ribs were exposed. A constant shivering gripped his body as what was left of his nervous system shorted out. 

Taylor’s biceps and triceps tore to pieces. His once perfectly formed butt had shrunk steadily as bloody slabs of his glutes fell off. His large thighs were shadows of their former glory. Not enough of his pectorals remained to cover fully his bones. His abs were gone as intestines started spilling out from the once seemingly invincible muscular wall. What had been an incredibly handsome jock stud minutes ago was now sections of barely connected hunks of meat and bone. Taylor gurgled as his throat collapsed. Taylor’s formerly beautiful face had become dribbling meat barely clinging to an increasingly uncovered skull. What few working muscles the wrestler had left collapsed and began melting away. The last thing Taylor felt was the agony of burning chemicals eating through his skull sockets and into his brain before darkness claimed him.

The show was over. The unseen killer turned up the shower to maximum. Spray jets from the side ate away at what was left of the golden boy slut until the last slurry of melted bone joined the rest of Taylor down the drain.

Jack was satisfied with this kill. Removing Taylor’s stuff would be easy enough, and he would certainly enjoy reviewing the pictures Taylor had saved to his phone. Perhaps he could find a way to convince the others that Geoffrey had arranged for even more of their missing teammates to party while the rest endured the remainder of the weekend, though he doubted that would be necessary. Part of him wished he had tied the blond lad down and fucked that beautiful ass while taking a hammer to the vain wrestler’s pretty face, but the opportunity to use the special modifications he had made to the shower system had been too tempting. Besides there were more gorgeous, virile studs left. 

Jack turned his attention to the other monitors. Who should he play with next?