Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 9

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.  

Feed the Newbie

Aiden grabbed the bar and lifted himself up until his head was over the bar then lowered his body down. Then he repeated the action a second time and a third after that. Forty-seven pull-ups later he released the bar and dropped to the floor. His smooth, shirtless torso was sweaty and gleaming in the gym’s light. The sculpted muscles of his chest expanded and contracted with each deep breath, but his eyes remained fixed on the bar. Forty-seven was decent, but he could and had done better.

As the youngest and newest wrestler on the team, Aiden often felt like he had something to prove to his teammates, which was why he pushed himself to the limit. He was only eighteen and knew how young he looked with his boyish features, wide brown eyes, and inability to grow anything thicker than peach fuzz on his face or torso, but he made certain nobody could doubt his manliness where it counted. 

His baby-faced appearance could not hide the broad muscles that lined his shoulders, arms, legs, and chest. His v-shaped torso rippled with a cascading series of religiously trained muscles. Firm pectorals smoothly transitioned to eight pack abdominals that were highlighted by a sharply defined v-line that pointed to the bulge in his pants. A tightly muscled ass curved outward from the wrestler’s narrow waist, and his solid thighs and legs were as strongly formed as the rest of him. His large bare feet nearly bounced with barely constrained energy. Aiden had been an active kid all his life. He had trained as a gymnast when he was a child until a surprising growth spurt made him too tall to be competitive. However Aiden still practiced gymnastics both because he enjoyed the sport and the training enhanced his strength and flexibility. Aiden’s efforts ensured his youthful face was more than balanced by his amazing body. His commitment showed in every inch of hard muscle on his carefully honed form. 

He was also very sure there was nothing baby-like with the massive manhood swinging between his thigh muscles. His cock was easily one of the longest among his teammates, and the jock’s erection would pull almost straight up despite its size due to the strong muscles in Aiden’s groin. A proportionally sized pair of large balls hung right below his cock in their bulging, tightly packed sack. He had believed his manhood would be the envy of the team when he had joined before finding out that his cock was only a tad longer than most of his teammates. Instead his fellow wrestlers had cheered and whistled when he first stripped off his jockstrap in the lockers before showing him how much they were packing. He kept his pubes closely trimmed instead of shaving them off completely like Xavier. Aiden feared a totally smooth appearance would make him look too young down there despite an endowment that was much more than twice the length of the average man.

At the moment, Aiden weighed whether to exercise some more or get cleaned up, but his mind kept coming back to how much he had already accomplished and how much more he wanted to achieve. The wrestler was sensitive about being dismissed as a “pretty boy” who skated through life on his appearance, but things were not all bad in that area. Though Aiden wished he had a more fearsome visage when facing down his opponents at a match, he did have to admit that same appearance gave him advantages in pinning bitches to his bed. Some girls found his teammates intimidating, and those kind of girls probably would have also stayed away from him if he did not have such a harmless look. Instead a lot of girls were attracted to his sweet boy next door appearance. Aiden had spent a lot of time in the mirror practicing innocent expressions for when he brushed up against a girl in the hall or a club. The young stud had experience with spinning tales about how girls stayed away from him because of his teammates’ reputation or how he spent so much effort studying and wrestling that he never had time to date. Hell, some dumb cunts even believed him when Aiden said he was a virgin. 

Honestly, Aiden knew how to get what he wanted most of the time. Aiden’s grades had never been great, but most teachers were easy enough to charm into giving him enough points to pass. Besides he had more important things to do. The over a dozen girls he had knocked up in high school proved he had definitely spent more energy on extra-curricular actives than his homework. He had perfected the art of asking some hot babe for help studying only to switch subjects to practical biology once they were alone. Most girls were more than willing to go along until he pulled his anaconda out of his pants, yet he had developed a system for that as well. Aiden would capture their gaze with his big puppy dog eyes and tell a sob story about how his big cock kept scaring off girls. The cute boy with the great body baring his soul was like catnip to the stupid bitches, and before long the sluts were taking Aiden’s oral exam by slurping on his thick cockhead. Aiden loved a good blowjob, but his dates were usually too timid to get as aggressive as he liked while they slobbered on his big rod. Whether or not they could satisfy him with their mouths, Aiden would still grab their asses, tear off their panties for his collection, and start fucking them. 

Aiden’s cock threatened to snake its way out of his workout shorts while he remembered some of his conquests. The pull-ups had been forgotten in contemplation of a far more enjoyable form of endurance exercise. Sometimes he went too fast, and the girls would cry when he forced his long dick into their cunts. Some of them even turned out to be virgins, and yeah, his cock must have hurt them. However those bitches should have known what they were getting into when they accepted his invitation. Who actually expected to study when a hot jock like him asked a girl over? He felt the same way about the ones who complained about getting pregnant. Any slut who went out with guys like him should be on the pill, because of course he never used condoms. Why should a stud of his caliber not get the full enjoyment of his huge fuckstick pounding some snatch? At least the girls’ parents had been smart enough to pay for abortions instead of embarrassing themselves by going after him for child support, rape, or any of that other stupid shit. 

His dick was poking out of his short’s left leg now. Aiden smirked and palmed his rod against his thighs. Thick drops of precum splatted against the floor. His bud, Xavier, had been teaching him how to move up to higher quality sluts. Aiden was nowhere near as smooth as his friend was, but he had managed to pick up more babes since he started copying Xavier’s methods. Aiden was getting more confident at grabbing some cunt’s attention at bars or parties without having to rely on his old tricks. Some girls still tried to back out when they saw what he was packing in his shorts, but most of them knew they could not afford to press the matter when he insisted. They might scream about how they thought he was different, but deep down a slut had to know what they were getting into when they went out with a jock like him.

Aiden tossed his head back and sighed. He was so horny he was sure his balls were going to explode if he did not get off right now. Fuck, he doubted he could pull off his tightly fitting workout shorts with his huge fuckstick aroused. The tight pressure against his cock reminded him of that time he and Xavier had double penetrated some babe at a party. They were all drunk, and the two jocks were already planning to double team the slutty blonde. However when a standing Xavier had started bouncing her on his cock, Xavier laughingly mentioned how she was so loose and eager that she could probably take both their dicks at the same time. Aiden took that as a challenge and walked up behind her to slide his cock up against Xavier’s manhood and into the slut’s overstuffed pussy. Aiden was not into guys, but he had to admit there was something incredibly hot about crushing some poor cunt between their two strong bodies. The feeling of their two big dicks rubbing against each other while being squeezed by hot pussy was amazing. They did not take long to cum, and Aiden could have sworn he and Xavier shot a week’s worth of ball juice into that poor bitch.

The young jock’s mind was increasingly focused on his still growing cock. Xavier had stunned him with the jerk off session earlier, but Aiden’s shock had quickly turned into hoping for another chance to be alone with his friend later. The memories of the older wrestler’s firm hand stroking their two cocks together filled the freshman’s horny mind with an increasing need to get off. Aiden had tuned out the rest of the world to focus on hardon, which was exactly when Jack struck. A taser crackled against the sweaty skin of the young wrestler’s back, and Aiden collapsed onto the floor in a barely coordinated heap of muscle. The killer loomed over his prey. The scarred face’s expression was unreadable, but the way the murderer stood was akin to a hunter who had finally bagged a long sought trophy. Aiden’s agonized form could barely move, but the young jock’s eyes widened in terror as he recognized the badly scarred figure from countless campfire stories and whispered rumors.

Jack wasted no time stripping his new toy. In less than a minute, Aiden was as naked as the day he was born. Jack indulged in an exploration of the man’s toned body. The killer ran a hand across the broad shoulders and down the prominent chest muscles. Jack tweaked a pert nipple and watched with interest as the wrestler’s cock grew a little. Someone likes a bit of rough play, Jack smiled at the thought. He could definitely provide some. First, he need to get the rope he had dropped before entering the gym.

However Jack was surprised when he returned mere seconds later to find Aiden no longer flat on his back. The killer watched Aiden’s naked body crawling towards the emergency exit. Jack had a good view of the stud’s broad shoulders and back muscles working to pull his muscular body forward. Arm muscles stretched and bunched in fluid motion while equally strong legs pushed Aiden. The round globes of the jock’s incredible ass bounced with each movement. Wonderful. The killer would enjoy breaking the resilient young man’s body even more now. Jack ran after his prey and quickly tossed Aiden onto the jock’s back and started tying up the wrestler’s legs and arms.

“Get the hell off me, freak!” Aiden screamed along with various other threats and obscenities. The killer loved them. Empty words meant nothing other than his victim was afraid. Jack had the power here. Despite everything, or perhaps because of everything, Aiden’s cock had risen to full mast. Whether the reason was the drugs or a newly discovered bondage fetish, Jack did not know, but he admired the results. The wrestler’s long manhood seemed determined to point straight up to his pecs, and the killer gave the towering cock an appreciative squeeze before moving lower.

Now that Aiden was properly bound, Jack relished the opportunity to enjoy the young wrestler’s body. The killer leaned over and sucked one of Aiden’s nipples in his mouth while his fingers rubbed and twisted the other. Licks, nibbles, strokes, pinches. His tongue flicked the stud's sensitive tip. Aiden's body involuntarily spasmed from the delicate touch. Foreplay was not something he had ever bothered with giving or receiving, so this experience was as new to him as it was unwelcome. Soon the killer repeated the process on his other nipple until both sensitive nubs were hard points on his strong pecs. Then the killer’s tongue moved lower onto the jock's diamond hard abs. The tongue licked and outlined all the ridges and valleys of the young man’s tightly muscled core. The killer lovingly worshiped Aiden’s religiously exercised eight pack abs even as the wrestler’s litany of threats grew louder and shriller.

“I am going to fucking kill you. You are so dead,” Aiden said for at least the third time in as many minutes, but to his rage the killer did not even acknowledge his words. Instead of freeing him, Aiden could feel Jack’s tongue teasingly swirling about his bellybutton. It should feel disgusting, right? So why did his skin feel so good where ever he killer touched? Why did his cock keep jumping with each new lick like a needy puppy seeking attention? The selfish jock had never considered sex as anything more than something you did with your dick, but now the combination of his coach’s drugs and the killer’s skillful attention were opening up a confusing new world of foreplay possibilities for the young man. 

Unfortunately for Aiden, Jack was about to end those opportunities though not before having some more fun with his victim. The killer pulled back and released Aiden’s cock, and the youth’s manhood quickly returned rigidly upright. His dick smacked against his torso with a meaty thump. Splatters of precum fanned across and dripped down abs and cock alike. Seeing the jock’s long, straight organ framed by Aiden’s narrow, muscled-wrapped waist gave Jack an idea. The killer grinned malevolently while he planned a fitting way to punish this stud for his defiance.

First, a goodbye kiss, the killer thought. He moved down to the base of Aiden’s cock to give it a long final taste. Aiden squirmed in his bonds as the killer’s tongue slowly moved up his shaft. The killer used more teasing motions on the veins and circumcision scars on the cock’s underside. Jack enjoyed the wrestler’s bitter-sweet nectar by gently suckling the throbbing head and flicking his tongue into the cockslit. Aiden moaned involuntarily and unthinkingly thrust his hip forward. That was how Jack knew it was time. The killer grabbed Aiden and started pushing his head downward and his legs upward. Aiden did not realize why he was being curled into a ball until it was almost too late.

“No! You bastard, stop! I’m never going to…” Aiden’s words dropped to a mumble as the killer steadily pressed Aiden’s head down until the wrestler’s mouth slipped over Aiden’s own manhood. Aiden attempted to pull back, but the killer held his tied up victim in an iron grip and steadily increased the pressure. The young jock’s dick responded to the wet warmth despite Aiden’s terror. Aiden’s fat cockhead pulsed in Aiden’s own mouth. Thick, salty precum coated his tongue before more of his long shaft entered. He started choking when his cock pushes into the back of his throat. The flexible jock felt a sharp pressure in his neck and back when his body reached its limits. Aiden tried to mumble a plea to his kidnapper, but all his helpless moans accomplished was to further stimulate his aching cock. 

Jack held Aiden there for a bit, enjoying the sight of the young hunk’s pretty face gagging on his own long shaft. The killer smacked the back of the wrestler’s head, prompting Aiden to moan in protest and try to open his jaws more. The stud’s sparkling white teeth nipped into his delicate flesh while the vibrations of his protest made his cock give a needy throb. Aiden had a brief moment when he mentally apologized to every girl he had slapped when they had struggled with blowing his huge dick. Meanwhile the killer tightened and tied together the bonds around Aiden’s arms and legs to keep the hung stud’s dick firmly in its new home. 

“Good boy. Now wait right here while I take care of your friend down the hall,” Jack rubbed Aiden’s hair playfully before walking off. Aiden had no idea what the killer was planning to do with Owen, but he hoped that the big wrestler would manage to rescue them both. The minutes dragged by with Aiden’s body aching more with each passing second. He wished his cock would at least soften, but even that mercy was apparently asking for too much. His hopes for rescue were dashed when Jack returned with no sign of his teammate.

“Your friend Owen put on quite the show for me,” Jack chuckled. “I wanted to stay and appreciate his hot corpse, but I had to come back and try out this sexy piece of ass I had waiting for me.”

Jack checked the ropes binding Aiden and once satisfied that Aiden’s mouth would never be free of his own cock, the killer yanked the bound wrestler’s hips up higher until the jock’s tightly muscled ass was in the air. The killer admired the young stud’s butt with his hands. Aiden might not have the largest glutes on the team, but he would definitely be in the running for the tightest. The solid hills of muscle outclassed Renaissance sculptures in their strength and beauty, and Jack was going to enjoy having them squeezed around his cock. Aiden realized what was happening and tightened his ass against the killer’s probing fingers.

SMACK!

Jack slapped Aiden’s left ass cheek with his palm. The jock’s lightly tanned skin was nowhere near dark enough to hide the red handprint that formed. Another smack on the other cheek rang out followed by another and another, but still Aiden’s asshole remained frustratingly closed to the killer’s intrusion. Finally, the killer reached up with one hand and grabbed Aiden’s by the balls and squeezed. Despite the youth’s large orbs, the jock’s ballsack was still high and near to his body. They were hard for the killer to pull away, but their closely held position also meant they had little room to escape when Jack started pressing into them. Aiden screamed around his cock as Jack’s fingers dug into the dense meat of his big balls. Slimy precum spurted into Aiden’s mouth as the virile stud’s ball juice escaped the crushing pressure.

Aiden tried to kick out as best he could with his legs tied to his hands, but the useless gesture gave Jack just enough of an opening. Aiden eyes rolled in pain when the killer’s middle finger slipped into his virgin pucker. The killer kept working his digit into the wrestler while his other hand kept a tight if no longer quite as crushing grip on the wrestler’s balls. The jock felt his balls being released, but this reprieve was very temporary. Aiden hissed when he felt cold lube being squirted into his ass crack. The thick liquid slipped into his hole and down his back. The hiss became a groan as a second finger joined the first with a wet squelch. Then a third finger. The young wrestler had never felt anything like the pain of those digits pushing and twisting into his asshole. He felt like a wedge was being shoved up his ass. Aiden sobbed in relief when he felt the fingers being withdrawn then screamed around his own cock as Jack’s dick penetrated Aiden’s prepared opening.

The killer rested there for a moment and luxuriated in the feeling of his cock being squeezed by the exquisite, hard muscles of Aiden’s virgin ass. The hot pressure was heavenly, but Jack wanted so much more. He started thrusting. Slowly at first. Just a gentle back and forth motion. Aiden was crying both because of the pain and the humiliation. The killer thought the jock’s tears made him look like the dumb, spoiled kid pretending to be a man that Aiden was. Jack chuckled at his victim’s sobs, but Aiden was too focused on his suffering to notice. Even with all the lube and preparation, the killer’s cock was almost as long and even thicker than Aiden’s own, and no unwilling virgin could handle an organ that size without some serious pain. The sights and sounds of Aiden’s pathetic display turned on Jack even more. Jack started thrusting harder and faster.

Aiden was completely helpless. All he could do was impotently twist his hands and feet in the air while Jack used his tight ass and perfectly muscled body as a sex toy. Aiden’s back ached from his bound position and Jack’s rough fucking. The painful rape made the wrestler feel like he was being split in half. The sensation was made even worse by how the fucking motion pushed his body down towards the ground. Each of Jack’s thrusts bent Aiden’s back and shoved Aiden’s cock deeper into his own throat. Every time Jack pulled back Aiden attempted to straighten his body and pull out his cock only for Jack’s downward stroke to force Aiden’s dick down the wrestler’s own throat again. Jack’s face was almost an impassive mask of scars, but even through his tears Aiden could tell the killer was turned on by making him fuck himself. 

The jock hated himself for his reaction, but the pain and humiliation were not enough to tame Aiden’s traitorous dick. Jack tauntingly pulled out most of his cock and watched inch after inch of Aiden’s saliva covered shaft emerge until just the tip of the jock’s long manhood remained in his own mouth before the killer would brutally thrust himself deep into Aiden’s butt. Aiden moaned in pain and felt the vibrations of his suffering noises pleasure his own cock even more, but he could not help himself. Everything he did was reacting to Jack’s assault. Even taking in air was a matter of when Jack allowed it. Aiden could only breathe in through his snot clogged nostrils when Jack pulled out enough for Aiden’s thick manhood to clear his throat. Jack repeated the process again and again while relishing the ashamed expressions Aiden’s boyishly handsome face made, and throughout the entire rape the wrestler’s incredibly tight ass squeezed Jack’s cock like a hot vice.

Yet all things must end, and as much as Jack loved fucking and fucking with Aiden, he had other studs he wanted to fuck and kill before nightfall. As Jack’s own heavy balls started pulling up in their sack, Jack reached down and squeezed Aiden’s tightly packed balls even closer together. The wrestler’s big seed makers squirmed in the killer’s grip while Jack’s fucking increased in tempo. The killer came first. Aiden groaned in horrified recognition when he felt Jack’s hot cum flood his once virgin ass. Jack kept thrusting as a seemingly endless amount of the killer’s load filled the jock up. The humiliated young stud could not believe he had been so thoroughly deflowered by the monstrous killer, but Aiden’s suffering would only get worse.

The jock’s dick had been almost forgotten in the pain, but Aiden’s choking groan combined with Jack’s deep thrusts had sent the overly sensitive manhood deep into Aiden’s vibrating throat. The killer’s squeezing, fucking, cumming, and the jock’s own involuntary responses triggered Aiden’s own orgasm. Aiden’s groan became a muffled scream as he flooded his own mouth and throat with thick loads of cum. He would normally be proud of shooting such a big load even by his own standards, but usually he dumped his seed down the throats of some dumb bitch before pulling out and painting their faces with the last dregs of his fuckslop. There was no pulling out here. Each spurt filled his mouth, throat, lungs, and stomach with more and more hot, thick cum. 

Jack watched with obvious delight as Aiden kept cumming. The killer bent down and held Aiden’s head to ensure Aiden fed on as much of the stud’s own cum as possible. Then without warning, Jack shoved Aiden’s head down. The choking stud’s jaw slammed into his own chest and snapped Aiden’s teeth shut. Aiden tried to scream as he bit through his own spurting cock. The jock’s dick was tough and thick, so Jack twisted Aiden’s jaw back and forth, which forced Aiden’s perfect teeth to tear deeper into his own dick. Aiden’s teeth finally clicked together before the remaining stump of his cockroot. Hot blood joined the hot cum flooding Aiden’s mouth from the shredded remains that were still attached to the wrestler’s groin. Jack finally yanked his softening cock from Adien’s ass and let the struggling young man’s back fall to the floor. 

Aiden struggled to deal with the pain while trying to throw up his own severed dick. Even as his cumming ceased, the blood filling his mouth only increased in volume. His cock was too deep in his throat and too thick between his lips, so Aiden’s cheeks bulged while his mouth was filled to capacity. Soon he spewed a rancid mix of blood, vomit, cum, and snot from the sides of his mouth while his still bound hands attempted to reach his throat despite the immense pain from his arms. Seeing this movement, the killer reach up and untied Aiden’s hands.

Aiden reached for his mouth in the hopes of dislodging his torn dick, but Jack easily grabbed his arm and pulled hard. With a pop, Aiden felt his arm dislocate from his shoulder, but before Aiden could recognize the new source of pain, the killer took Aiden’s arm and smashed it against the ground. With a blood chilling snap, arm bones cracked and tore through his skin. Aiden tried to scream and pound his killer with the other arm, which the killer easily grabbed. Slowly Jack pushed down. Aiden’s weakened muscles bunched and twisted. The biceps and triceps he had built up since he was a kid now hardened and flexed, but Jack was stronger.

With a SNAP that echoed through the room, the bones in Aiden’s arm broke and shattered. Splinters of pink bone and marrow flew into the air. Splintered pink bone thrust into the air from torn muscle and skin. The blood from his arms started flowing onto the carpet and mixed with the blood pumping from the torn stub remnant of Aiden’s cock. At the same time Aiden’s chest heaved. Broad pecs pushed up in an instinctive attempt to clear the obstruction in his throat, in an attempt to breathe, in an attempt to do something to stay alive.

Jack continued breaking his body. He untied Aiden’s legs, which almost immediately earned him a kick in the head, but this was not an attempt to fight back. Aiden was struggling to get upright in the hopes of drawing breath. The killer saw no reason to allow that to happen. Jack stood and slammed his foot down hard on Aiden’s lower legs. Again and again the killer stomped with all his strength until he was rewarded with another gruesome sound of bones tearing. The break did not penetrate the skin however. The killer was not satisfied with that outcome either, but before the killer could correct that problem, Aiden had managed to pull himself upright.

Despite all the damage done to him, the young wrestler’s core muscles were strong enough to lift his upper body. The jock’s useless arms hung at his side, but he had somehow managed to sit up. His chest heaved again. His severed cock was partially out of his mouth now. The loss of blood had slowly allowed the organ to shrink, and Aiden coughed up a noxious mixture of bodily fluids onto his chest, abs, and thighs. Jack’s anger erupted. This obnoxious former stud was going to die choking on his own cock no matter what.

The killer’s shoe smashed Aiden’s face so hard that the wrestler’s nose broke. Again Aiden found himself flat on his back, but he immediately attempted to rise. A bloody discharge of snot ran from his nose as he tried to obtain some more oxygen. Jack did not wait for him to recover. The killer brought his foot down right on Aiden’s head. Aiden would have screamed if he had air but could do nothing but feel his front teeth break off. Another stomp cracked a cheekbone. The other foot came down right in the center of Aiden’s abs. Aiden almost welcomed the pressure near his diaphragm since it helped push his cock out of his throat, but Jack kept his other foot on Aiden’s broken mouth. Jack stomped down again to hear more satisfying cracks from the youth’s head.

Aiden’s face was not so pretty any more. The once boyishly handsome young man now was a bleeding mess. Purple bruises covered his skin. His nose was barely connected. His cheekbones were shattered and tearing through his skin. Several teeth were broken. Most pieces of shattered enamel were still in his mouth where they ripped into his tongue and gums.

Jack bent down and pushed the rest of Aiden’s severed cock back into the dying man’s mouth and down his throat. Aiden’s beautiful if bloodshot brown eyes stared as his killer pleadingly. The same pleading look had gotten him out of so much trouble with his parents and authorities, but Jack only saw a dumb cunt who thought he was hot shit when he was just shit. The only thing Aiden had ever been good for was making this hot body for the killer to rape and snuff.

Jack kept one hand across Aiden’s mouth and rammed his other deep into Aiden’s stomach. The wrestler’s tight abs collapsed around the killer’s fist. Aiden felt the acidic contents of his stomach burning their way up his throat as Jack methodically destroyed the dying wrestler’s once hard eight pack. Each blow made Aiden wish he could throw up, take a breath, or do anything to stop the torment. Aiden kept staring at Jack’s eyes and tried to plead for his life. The young man looked for sympathy in the killer’s eyes but saw only ecstasy. 

Aiden’s deeply bruised chest was twitching now. The lack of air and blood was sending the muscles into weak spasms. Death spasms. The killer kept his hand firmly around Aiden’s mouth and nose. The wrestler’s broken limbs could barely move despite his agony. Aiden’s now bloodshot eyes were dilated. All Aiden could feel was the pain. His bloody mouth tried one final time to cough out the blockage that only yesterday he had proudly shown off in the showers, but Jack’s hand kept the former stud’s mouth closed. Aiden’s body spasmed again and then stopped. 

Aiden’s unseeing gaze was staring right at the killer. Jack felt along the wrestler’s neck. No pulse. Good. The killer delicately stroked the jock’s broken face before getting up and walking away from the bloody remains. This fuck had been the best yet from this weekend’s excursion, but he was not finished yet. Jack grabbed the bottle of drugged water Aiden had been using and took a deep swig. He had to keep hydrated if he was going to fuck the last survivors.