Jack the Hammer: Stallions Massacre Part 1

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 villian '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.  

Meet the Meat 

Ready for some fun, men?” Head Coach William Applegate called out as he turned the bus off the highway onto a recently paved road.  Coach Applegate had hand picked some wrestlers from his team at the Moorcock University. While somewhat derisively known as a school for the regional elite who were either not capable or uninterested in attending an Ivy, the university nonetheless had a robust academic and athletics program. In fact the college’s sports programs had recently seen quite an increase in winnings and championships with many players moving on to professional teams. Applegate’s wrestlers were among those who had helped the school’s record breaking success. The charging stallion emblazoned on the vehicle’s sides was the college mascot, and the coach thought the muscular creature’s aggressive image fit every one of his wrestlers. That was part of the reason they were on his team.

“Yes, coach!” his team yelled in response. A few hooted and pumped their fists in the air.

“Remember the rules. We are guests here. Keep things clean, check the schedule, and enjoy yourselves.”

“Yes, coach!”

William, Bill to his friends, smiled at the mostly enthusiastic response. Their summer training sessions had gone well, and this little resort outing was intended to be a reward. It certainly would be rewarding for him. He stretched a bit to work out the soreness from his hour long drive. His shirt pulled tight with the motion, which highlighted muscles larger even than some of his wrestlers. Bill was not going to become one of those fat fucks who forgot what it took to become a champion. He demonstrated for his team what a real man should look like. 

A glance in mirror showed mostly smiling faces from his wrestlers with only Cameron looking outright pissed. Nothing new there. Kevin Douglas, his assistant coach, was keeping things in order despite the incident with Liam and the glitterbomb when they were loading the bus. Bill shook his head. This weekend getaway was going to be great no matter what his unruly young men did.

His son Adam was also helping out. The team captain had been explaining the local stories about what had occurred at this place years before the resort had been built. Despite the beautiful scenery, the site had been abandoned for twenty years because of the murders by Jack the Hammer. Originally the Hammer had simply been Jack Upton’s wrestling nickname, but after he killed his teammates at this very campground, the name had taken on a new meaning. 

Exactly what had initiated the killings differed in every telling. Some stories said Jack got caught perving on someone changing. Others said he tried to rape his roommate. Still another account said the others found some gay porn in his bunk. Whatever happened at first, the stories usually agreed about what happened next. His teammates beat him, tied him up, and raped him. Afterwards they decided have some more fun by putting him in the firepit and pretending to burn him. Most stories say they never intended to actually burn Jack alive, but whether that is true or not, the fire they set got out of hand and badly burned Jack. Maybe they panicked and ran, maybe they tried to put out the fire, or maybe they laughed. Again nobody really knows, but the stories are almost unanimous about what happened next. 

They buried Jack’s body in a shallow grave and fought among themselves about how to explain what happened. However Jack was still alive. He crawled out of his grave, and that night he stalked through the camp and took his revenge. He killed them all. Some he simply stabbed, others he raped and strangled, and others were cut into pieces. Jack locked the last four in their cabin and burned it down around them. That is where the last survivor managed to free himself. The delirious survivor told a fragmented story to the park ranger who came to investigate, but the young man’s injuries were too severe. He died before anyone else arrived.

Another body was found in the lake by investigators a few days later. The official account was that Jack had killed himself, but the body had no head and was so badly burned and torn into by animals that an official identification was difficult. The legend of the badly burned man haunting the grounds became a popular story for the locals. Whenever some hiker would disappear or fisherman drowned, the locals would nod their head and say Jack had claimed another one, yet investigations never found any evidence of foul play. Even as the locals avoided the area, the story of the insane, scarred, man-raping murderer became a favorite campfire story. Almost nobody really believed it. However most locals also avoided the place. Perhaps that is why people were surprised when some investors bought the campground and built a resort there.

Bill pulled up to the resort’s main building, parked the bus under the awning, and killed the engine. The developers had transformed the place. Instead of the collapsed cabins and muddy firepits he had seen just a year ago, the resort complex was now several new buildings nestled between rolling hills with a breathtaking view of a sparkling blue lake beyond. The construction had almost been completed, though there were obvious some places that still needed to be completed. Unpainted walls, dirt beds without landscaping, and a lack of lighting fixtures were a few of the obvious signs of work still in progress. 

The largest building contained guest rooms along with some offices, a kitchen, and dining room. Across a freshly mown lawn Bill could see some smaller buildings containing gyms, lockers, spas, and storage. Besides them were the tennis and basketball courts, rock climbing walls, a pool, and a path down to the lake. Behind Bill on the opposite side of the resort stood an empty stable building and pasture next to some riding and hiking trails that would wind their way through the forest. The new owners wanted to brand the place as a getaway for upper middle class fitness fanatics and people who wanted to enjoy nature without getting their hands dirty. Bill and his team were here to try out the place and offer recommendations.

At least that was a small part of the reason, Bill smiled and yelled, “Everyone out! Get all your shit off the bus while me and Coach Douglas unlock everything.”

He hopped off the bus step and into the warm late summer air. He had sold this to his team and the dean as part working vacation, part team building exercise, and part fundraising opportunity. He just did not tell them exactly every method he was going to use for making money. His assistant coach was right behind him and started opening the lower storage compartments.

“Hey, Kevin, ride herd for me while I get the offices open and grab the room keys,” Bill said.

“Will do!” Kevin said and bent down to grab some bags. Bill could not help but check out his colleague’s ass. Like Bill, Kevin believed in leading by example in the weight room. Bill was in his forties and in the best shape of his life, and at a decade younger Kevin had a body that would be envied by many wrestlers Bill had trained. They were both similar in builds though Bill was broader in the chest while Kevin had wider shoulders. Bill’s straight black hair had yet to gray unlike his facial stubble when he forgot to shave, and Kevin’s curly brown hair matched his eye color. Yes, Kevin was a handsome fucker. Too bad Bill had a strict rule against mixing work and pleasure, or he would have fucked that tight ass during Kevin’s first day on the job. Considering how his assistant coach looked at some of his wrestlers when Kevin thought nobody could see him, Bill doubted Kevin would have refused.

But he had work to do. Bill unlocked the main double doors and pushed them open. The wide, carpeted hallway led to a desk with hallways to the rooms splitting off to the right and left. The main room continued beyond the desk to the offices and dining room. After unlocking a couple more doors, Bill stepped into the security office. The room was mostly finished, but the construction crew had left some equipment locked up inside. Leaning against the far wall were boxes of ceiling panels, assorted tools, and a large mulching machine. A dozen monitors covered the nearest wall with a keyboard on the desk below. Time to get started. He powered on the computer and monitors. A quick check of the systems showed everything was working. The power, water, and security systems were all showing green lights. He sat in the chair before a the security monitors and checked the cameras. He could see the team getting out of the bus, the basketball courts, the pool, and all around the buildings’ perimeters. Yes, he had a good view of the outside from here, but Bill was more interested in what the internal cameras would show.  A few key strokes brought up images of the main hall, cafeteria, gyms, showers, and bedrooms. Almost every inch of the buildings’ interiors were visible to him. He leaned back with a satisfied nod. This retreat would not only allow him to increase his private video collection but also to his bank account.

Coach Applegate had already established a working relationship with a carefully cultivated network of investors and wealthy alumni by selling videos of his athletes as they trained, exercised, played, changed and showered at the college. When he learned those same investors were planning on building this resort, he suggested they allowed him to oversee something along those lines here. He could hardly believe his luck with their response. He had already been well compensated for giving his wealthy friends access to the cameras he had hidden in the team lockers, but his investors wanted more, much more, and were willing to pay a great deal. His backers had arranged for high quality hidden cameras to be installed along with another alteration to the facilities of Bill’s suggestion.

Without his teams’ knowledge he had been adding some performance enhancing designer drugs to their sport drinks. He was willing to go all out on ensuring his wrestlers were the strongest athletes on the mat, and the muscle his studs had put on in the time they had been training under him was more than worth the deception. Bill saw no reason to inform his wrestlers and risk loose lips sinking his whole operation, so he had carried out this deception for years without telling anyone. Not Kevin, not his son. Only his investors and some colleagues who used the college’s chemistry lab to make the drugs knew what was going on. With so much practice, Bill had no difficulty adding some aphrodisiacs cooked up by those same colleagues. This stuff was a new male fertility treatment that was going to make the little blue pill look like a placebo, and now those drugs were also being added by the retreat’s water filtration system. 

He changed views to watch his wrestlers unload the bus. Each one was a prime young jock. He had picked each for this team building vacation because they all were incredibly handsome and hugely hung. Their good looks and bodies rivaled sculptures of gods, and all of these studs had endowments capable of making many bulls envious. He focused a camera onto Brian and Xavier. The two were chatting with their bags held over their shoulders. Round biceps curled beneath their shirts, and their baggy shorts bulged and swayed obscenely against their manhoods. Bill palmed his own huge cock as he imagined the hours of footage he would get of his players repeatedly jerking off to relieve the pressure from those overactive balls. He might have to bend his rules against mixing business and pleasure before this weekend was over.

An hour and what seemed like forever later, the team got their things sorted and into their rooms. That should be enough time, Bill thought, as he stared intently at the screens. His team might have complained, but they had hit the gym as instructed. Bill had allowed the room’s temperature to climb, so before long his wrestlers were soaked with sweat. Shirts had been stripped off, and the cameras strategically located through the room captured every motion of his team’s muscular bodies in ultra high definition recordings. He had to stop himself from whipping out his cock and blowing his load right there. He had helped hone those incredible bodies. He had taken fit young men and turned them into gods. Watching those musclebound forms stretch and strain was something he had often indulged in while jerking off, but he hoped to have an even better show soon. He could already see his team’s muscles were not the only things getting pumped with blood. The already large bulges in their workout shorts were noticeably bigger than usual. The exercise accelerated the aphrodisiac’s effects. Now he needed to give the team a little nudge.

The head coach stepped out of the office and walked down to the gym. He willed his cock to go down, but his stubborn manhood stayed semi-engorged despite his best efforts. He could work around that issue at least.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he called out after he stuck his head around the doorway. His team whooped in relief, so he had to yell, “Hit the showers. Dinner is in thirty minutes, so no jerking around and no jerking off.”

He said the last with a grin, and they laughed in response. However Bill noticed how Aiden’s cock grew at his words. Taylor and Liam had both unthinkingly ran a hand down the bulge in their shorts, and the usually stoic Owen had turned awkwardly away from the others in the room. Adam shook his head at his father’s joke, but his son was definitely more flushed than usual. Good, if they had not been thinking about their pricks yet, then they were now.

Bill had to keep himself from running back to the office, but he managed to maintain a steady pace and arrived just in time to see his wrestlers stripping down. He had seen them naked before. Hell, all of his wrestlers were horny sons of bitches, so he had seen them walking around with hardons before. However today he would get to enjoy the views from the privacy of this office with far better image resolution than he could get back at the college, and if all went as hoped, he would get to see them pop their loads.

The coach was not surprised to see Geoffrey strip off first. The strikingly handsome wrestler with dirty blond hair had always possessed a smug attitude. The young stud enjoyed the competition and muscle training that came with the wrestling program, but the senior had been quite open about only being in college because his parents forced the issue. He almost never socialized with the team. Instead Geoffrey was at the school to wrestle, fuck, and graduate into living off his father’s fortune. His grades were terrible, but he had not slacked off in athletics. He loved the increased attention girls gave him as he grew stronger, so he kept up his strength training until his muscular body was worthy of a comic book superhero. Geoffrey enjoyed wearing too tight shirts to emphasize his sizable chest and arm muscles, and the rest of his body was equally proportioned in both scale and definition. A meaty ass pressed against the fabric of his shorts, and as Coach Bill watched the wrestler pull off those shorts, the coach was reminded of why he was very happy to have Geoffrey on the team. The nearly superhuman endowment he was packing down there was quite the sight. A thick pink circumcised cock spilled out into the air, already semi-hard and pushing towards the athlete’s knees. Behind the cock rested a sack of large, full balls swaying between solid thighs. Geoffrey bent down to stuff his dirty clothes in a bag, which gave the camera and coach a great view of an ass that was wasted on a straight boy. The coach was certain no girl could give those beautiful globes the attention they deserved. Too bad Geoffrey was such an arrogant prick, the coach thought, because he was nothing less than an incredible specimen of manhood.

Geoffrey walked to the shower room and stopped in the doorway while the others were still talking. He grimaced in annoyance at the sight. The room had been purposefully left unfinished. Shower heads and shelving were build into the far wall, but no privacy dividers had not been installed. There was not a lot of room between the shower heads either. The watching coach smiled. No hiding while working out your shaft today, you conceited bastard. Meanwhile Brian almost walked into his teammate.

“Move it, asshole,” the college junior shoved Geoffrey forward. Brian’s dark brown skin was a marked contrast against Geoffrey’s tanned flesh, but his body was equally impressive. Brian was taller and leaner with smooth skin stretched about his rippling musculature, yet the two men were equally matched on the mat. Brian’s body was not built for showboating. He was a wrestler. His muscles flowed into each other with graceful lines. His arms, shoulders, pecs, and abs looked like river smoothed stone. Each muscle coiled and uncoiled with an unusual ease despite their obvious size and power. Neither unnecessary fat nor vanity bulk could be found on his tight form. The tall wrestler honed his body and mind for a purpose. 

Brian was also Geoffrey’s opposite in academics and did quite well in his courses. Brian was determined to go places and gave his all in everything he took on. He had no love for his spoiled teammates who expected life to hand them everything. Coach Bill thought they should fuck out their differences, but neither one had demonstrated any interest in guys. That was a pity, since Brian’s cock was even longer if thinner than Geoffrey’s own. Brian’s fat pair of smooth balls were regularly emptied into some girl, but the wrestler never seemed too worried about chasing tail as long as he got off enough. Though as good looking as he was, Coach Bill doubted Brian had to chase long. The African-American stud seemed able to get sluts' panties damp with a sly smile and a whispered pickup line. If things came down to who was better in bed, the coach would have bet on Brian being the more generous lover, but he would have enjoyed watching both young men fuck before making a final judgment.

Geoffrey wheeled around with murder in his eyes, but Matt stepped between the two. “Cool it, bros. We don’t have time for this shit.”

Brian and Geoffrey stared at the sophomore but begrudgingly separated while Matt walked between them. Matt was more levelheaded than most of his teammates. His build was closer to Brian’s than Geoffrey’s with the kind of toned legs, strong thighs, and a chiseled glutes that could twist out of holds before an opponent would know what was happening. Matt’s torso narrowed gently from his broad deltoids to his muscle etched lats and lower still to his tight waistline. His Korean heritage had given him smooth, warm toned skin and refined features that would not be out of place on a K-pop star, though the coach knew Matt should stick with wrestling. The young man was hopelessly tone deaf, yet whether going on a run or dancing at a club, Matt knew how to grab and hold sluts’ attention. Matt’s highly practiced moves made watchers feel like he was promising to fuck them. He often danced with his shirt completely unbuttoned to let all the sluts watch the highly defined muscles of his torso flex and twist with his moves. He wore pants just loose enough to let him dance freely but tight enough you could clearly see every bit of his manly endowments when he moved a certain way. Every confident stride on his daily runs or twist of his hips at the clubs advertised how he had the power, stamina, and technique to work his long, uncut dick in some lucky bitch’s cunt all night long. Matt’s dick looked up to the task, Bill noted, as he watched the lightly veined, semi-hard cock swing between the wrestler’s solid thighs. On the mat or on top of a slut, Matt had a remarkable feel for how to move his body, and Coach Bill was very happy to watch the wrestler’s naked body as he walked past his teammates. 

“Oh, fuck this,” a larger wrestler said as he entered.

The latest arrival, Xavier, was a self-described Latin lover who had left a string of heartbroken girls in his wake. His Brazilian heritage had given him soulful brown eyes, an angelic face, and dark honey toned skin while his rigorously observed exercise regimen had given him large, sensuously moving muscles and a nicely tapered chest. He had great core strength and was especially proud of his well developed pectorals. Xavier shaved his body so girls could better admire his heavy, firmly rounded pecs that shadowed his hard abs and Adonis-belted waist. While he might consider himself as more a lover than a fighter, Xavier was a monster on the mat when motivated. The young stud was almost as good at pining opponents during a match as he was at pining bitches in bed, and he was very good at getting girls under him. Xavier’s big uncut cock had a thick cockhead and an upward curve that was already becoming apparent in its semi-erect condition. His neatly shaved ballsack was packed with pair of huge balls, which rolled with every step the jock took. Xavier was always bragging about how bitches screamed when he made them cum just before he would flood their cunts beyond capacity with his thick jock juice. The coach did not know how true those stories were, but Xavier certainly had the necessary equipment. 

“Everything okay, guys?” Aiden asked as he followed Xavier into the room. The newest member of the team looked around the room before sighing.

“Oh, no stalls huh. I guess we can do without.” The freshman wrestler was young but well built for his age. He was not as heavily muscled as Xavier or Geoffrey, but his strong body had a classic v-shaped torso. Broad muscle-peaked shoulders topped a shredded torso with a narrow waist. Hard pectorals with perky nipples and an eight pack of abs that appeared to have zero-percent body fat showed how committed Aiden had been to strength training years before coming to college. His tight butt and long, sturdy legs seemed almost to bounce with nervous energy, but what guaranteed him a spot on the team was between those legs. Aiden’s cock was one of the longest of the wrestlers, and to the young jock’s embarrassment, his dick had already started lifting into the air. This left his sizable nuts exposed in a ballsack that remained high against the jock’s groin despite the heavy orbs held within. At least Aiden’s boy-next-door looks meant he never lacked for girls willing to help lighten his load. His curly light brown hair, puppy eyes, and youthful features also meant his opponents tended to underestimate him as a pushover. Aiden happily took advantage of this fact and used his speed and maneuverability to overwhelm unprepared opponents. 

Aiden moved to the shower besides Xavier who was turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm. Coach Bill had notice Xavier taking Aiden under his wing lately both in wrestling and other activities. Those were another two he would love to see fuck, but he doubted that was happening either. However the two wrestlers had bragged about double-teaming girls before, and Xavier enjoyed teasing Aiden about having such a long cock for a kid. That was probably just boys being boys, but the coach could not help but wonder if maybe something more had or would happen there. He was not sure if he would prefer watching the stronger and more experienced Xavier using his thicker cock to pound his protege or if instead he would prefer to watch flexible young Aiden quickly plunge his longer shaft into his mentor. 

Owen walked in silently, and the tension only increased. Bill did not know what had happened between Owen and Xavier, but the two had barely spoken to each other for weeks now. Owen walked to the far side of the room away from Xavier and turned on the water without so much as glancing in Xavier’s direction. The coach would have bet on a fight over a girl, but neither wanted to talk about the issue with him. Bill did not know which of his two strongest wrestler’s would win in a straight up fight, but anyone who got on Owen’s bad side should be worried. The junior was the heaviest wrestler on the team. He had packed on so much muscle that his build was closer to a professional bodybuilder than a wrestler. What Owen lacked in speed was more than made up for in raw strength and endurance. His heavily muscled, veined, and tanned arms and legs gave way to very white skin on his equally strong torso and thighs. Massive balls hung beneath the thickest cock on the team, and those huge manly assets rested between tree trunk sized, pale skinned legs. Ass muscles like bowling balls pulled out from an armored abdomen and striated lats. His barrel chest had pectorals almost as big as Xavier’s, and his abs looked like iron ingots under fair skin. If Xavier was a stallion, Owen was a bull. His face possessed a smoldering ruggedness that seemed out of place on someone so young, and his black hair and penetrating eyes made Owen’s handsome features almost appear feral when angered.

“Alright, everyone, let’s hurry up,” Adam’s clear voice carried into the room before he entered. Coach Applegate’s only child had grown up into a devastatingly good looking man who was a natural leader. The college senior had that impossible to measure trait of commanding attention just by being in the room. The coach was certain Adam would have been the team’s leader regardless of who his father was, but his son had never acted like he was owed the spot. Instead he put in the effort to be worthy of his position. Adam was there for every training session and match, and he pushed himself as hard as he pushed his teammates, which was obvious to anyone who looked at him. As Adam stepped into the room, the coach thought his son had inherited the best of his and his ex-wife features. Adam had his father’s frame, a little taller than average and strongly muscled, combined with his mother’s breathtaking looks. Thick black hair framed a movie star quality face, and dark eyes seemed to demand worship and obedience. His father had started his boy’s training at as early an age as Bill’s then wife allowed, and as he watched his son’s naked body on the monitors, the coach knew he had made the right call.

 

Adam stood there and disarmed the situation by sheer force of his personality. He was neither as tall as Brian nor as massive as Owen, but he still seemed to fill up the space. His large, lean muscles appeared cast from steel. Even at rest the rippling muscles of his arms and legs looked like they were ready to strike. His hard muscled chest showcased a shelf of carved pectorals and a narrow waist that was armored with a ten pack of abdominals. Similar lines of muscle were etched across every part of his body from his wide feet up to his broad shoulders. Adam was built to win. His musculature was large enough to give Adam incredible strength without being so big as to slow him down or reduce his amazing maneuverability. He was even better than Bill had been at his age and not just at wrestling. Swinging between thighs as firm as stone columns were a set of cock and balls that put even his old man’s to shame. Too bad his son moved out of the house before Bill had access to his backer’s gear. If the moans and screams from the bitches Adam had in his bedroom as a teenager were any indication, his son was as just as much a beast in the sack as he was in a competition.

“Come on, brah, chill. We’re here for a good time, right?” Liam said as he arrived with Taylor and Angelo just behind him. 

“We’re going to be late, no thanks to you three,” Owen stared at Liam, but the red-headed freshman seemed completely unfazed. 

“Naw, we got plenty of time. Besides, what are they going to do? Throw away the food if we don’t show up in ten minutes. Coach just likes to bust our balls,” Liam said with a smirk, not aware that Coach Bill was even now jerking off to the sight of his team doing exactly what he had hoped.

“Less complaining, more cleaning,” Adam said as he turned on his shower.

Liam was a freshman like Aiden, but while Aiden had taken time to really join the group, Liam had jumped in like he had been with the team for years. The redheaded young man seemed incapable of taking anything seriously if it did not involve wrestling or fucking. His green eyes were constantly looking for trouble, and his mouth usually had a slight grin as if he was on the verge of playing some prank that nobody was expecting. Tiny red freckles dotted his cheeks, ran across his shoulders, and spread down his hard pectorals and strong back. His carefully honed biceps and triceps seemed barely contained by lightly tanned skin. A well-defined eight pack slooped lower to incredibly sharp v-lines leading to a closely trimmed bush of red pubes and sizable prick. A big set of balls swayed low in a generous sack. Another tiny trail of freckles ran up the sides of his legs and the curves of his meaty muscled ass.

Despite having such an incredible body for a nineteen year old, Coach Bill would probably have dismissed him as too carefree to ever be a good wrestler, but Liam had proven as tricky on the mat as he was elsewhere. He faked out opponents, whispered dirty jokes in their ears, and enraged them with stories about fucking their girlfriends. Some of those stories happened to be true, as Coach Bill discovered when called to deal with a fight at a post-match celebration after Liam had been caught fucking an opponent’s girlfriend in the bar’s bathroom.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Brian asked while stepping under the now hot water.

“Please, you know how hard it is to pry Taylor away from a mirror,” Liam laughed and bumped his shoulders against the blond sophomore with strong cheekbones beside him.

“Fuck you!” Taylor laughed, “You hate me because you ain’t me.” 

The blond wrestler shoved Liam down the line and took the redhead’s shower for himself, but Liam only laughed again before running the water at his new spot. Taylor grabbed some body wash from the shelf and turned his wide lats and perky butt to the hot water. He lathered up his big hands and started rubbing the suds across his golden tanned body. Taylor always took care of his appearance. He ensured his workout routines would not only be good for strength but also aesthetics. His muscles were big without looking too bulky. His carefully planned lifting schedule made certain nothing was disproportionate compared to the rest of his body, and his strict diet made his ten pack abs always look amazing. Even compared to Xavier, Taylor was ruthless with the razor and kept his body completely smooth below his head to better show off the results of his hard work. Full body tanning ensured every inch of his strong body was the same rich golden color, which he thought not only made him look good but also complimented his light blond hair. Taylor’s large cock and overstuffed ballsack were uniformly tanned and silky smooth like the rest of him, so the narcissistic stud must have a maintained a hardon in the tanning booth.

Taylor was a pretty boy and unfortunately was very aware of that fact. He was a good wrestler, but if he ever focused on wrestling as much as he did on waxing his body and kissing his biceps then he would be a great wrestler. However the world had allowed Taylor coast on his good looks so far, and while watching the jock work the suds over his big semi-hard cock, the coach had to admit everyone on his team used their bodies to get away with a lot of shit. Their good looks got them into and out of trouble, their muscles got them admirers and special privileges as part of the college athletics division, and their big cocks and balls got them as many cunts as these oversexed studs could fuck. Some of those girls were less than willing, especially the drunk ones who did not realize how much those jockstraps were packing, but at the end of the day Coach Bill was fine with that within reason. It was a fuck or be fucked world, and Coach Bill was going to be the one doing the fucking.

Again the coach checked the monitoring equipment to be certain everything was being recorded. The main event should be starting soon, and he wanted things to go perfectly. Good quality recordings would allow him both to enjoy rewatching these videos for many years but also to get a hefty bonus from his backers. 

Now all of the team were soaping up their tired muscles, but there was no mistaking their growing erections. They were a bunch of virile young men, so they were used to that happening. However this time felt different. There was a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water, a rising urgency. Now Coach Bill was steadily rubbing a dick big enough to make the cut for his team. The aphrodisiac drugs in his wrestler’s sports drinks should have kicked in by now, and the similar drugs in the body wash should help further enhance the effects.

“Shit, I’m so fucking horny,” Geoffrey said. There was no hiding the more than foot long cock that was rising from his soapy body. 

“Fuck, me too. I should have fucked some cunt with big titties before I left,” Brian said. His cock was quickly catching up to his neighbor’s in length.

Taylor called down the line, “I don’t know about a cunt, but if you need some tits you can ask Xavier.”

Everyone, including Owen, laughed at that one, and Xavier smirked before he bounced his big pecs just like he would when showing off for girls at a party, which brought a louder roar of laughter from the team. However all the talk about fucking only fired up the young studs' arousal even more. Awkward seconds passed while their cocks kept hardening before Liam broke the silence.

"Screw it. I've got to jerk off or my dick will be lifting the dinner table," the red haired jock said. Liam squirted a generous amount of bodywash directly onto his flared cockhead and thrust his shaft into his curved left hand. His neighbors Angelo and Taylor stared in surprise even as Liam's rapid strokes quickly coaxed his long cock out to its full length. Liam grabbed his big balls and rolled them around in his right hand while his left settled into a well practiced motion. All the other wrestlers had frozen in shock. They had all jerked off in the showers before, but doing so out in the open like this in full view of everyone was too much like something out of a porn vid for their comfort.

Then Geoffrey said, "Hell, why not? Fucker wasn't going down on its own anyway." He ran his hands across his soapy torso muscles and pulled the suds across his cock and balls. A few experimental rubs confirmed he had enough lubrication, so he firmly grabbed his cock and began using a doubled handed stroke technique that soon had his thick cock standing at attention.

Brian watched Geoffrey for a moment before saying, "Sure, whatever. The faster we blow our loads, the faster we eat."  Brian's cock was already hard as steel, so wrestler wasted no time in soaping up his manhood and twisting his hand around his sensitive cockhead.

Adam hesitated. Bill watched his son and in a rare moment wished for Adam’s discipline to break. Some of his backers had asked Bill how he felt about profiting off of others watching his son, but as the coach looked over Adam’s incredible body under the hot water, Bill knew Adam only became a stud because of his father. Bill had given Adam life, training, and the huge cock that even now Adam was tentatively reaching towards with his large hands. The coach had made and shaped his son into the man he was today, so Bill was fully justified in benefiting from his efforts.

“Fine, just be quick,” Adam sighed and squeezed his shaft in his right hand. His left hand smoothed across his hard abs before dropping to down to grasp his huge manhood halfway up the shaft. Adam paused a moment to stare at his cock before giving into his lust. With a groan, he started jerking with slowly increasing speed.  

With the team captain starting to jerk off, the others' resistances quickly crumbled. Matt reached down with one hand and started playing with his big orbs in their smooth sack. His other hand began stroking his dick even as his grip slowly tightened around his balls.

"I'm not sure..." Aiden started to speak before Xavier cut him off.

"What’s there to worry about, bro? Everyone's seen everyone else's junk, so we know you haven't got anything to worry about in the babymaker department," Xavier said with a nod to Aiden's long hardon that had already risen up to his waist and was still climbing. Xavier's own thicker cock was similarly positioned with an upward curve that caused the bodywash Xavier added to slide down the long shaft to his shaved groin. His left hand closed in a fist about his cockhead while his right hand ran up and down the length. Xavier rolled his head back and groaned. 

Seeing Xavier enjoy himself caused a sympathetic response in Aiden's own cock, which rapidly climbed until his shaft stood nearly straight up. His cock waved in front of his torso like a flag, which was all the excuse the horny teen jock needed to grab his long dick with both hands and start polishing the underside of his cockhead like his life depended on shooting his load as quickly as possible.

Aiden was not the only wrestler who had been watching Xavier. Owen had worried about looking weak in front of the others, especially his hated rival, but seeing Xavier start to jerk his large cock was all the permission Owen needed to grab his own even thicker manhood. His cock was too big around to fit easily into a hand, but his two wide hands combined enveloped his soapy organ. Together his hands squeezed his shaft back and forth. His cockhead escaped into the steamy air when his hands traveled downward only to be roughly pulled in again with each upstroke.

Taylor too had waited. He was not worried about looking weak, but he did not like the idea of being watched by other dudes while he was jerking, especially his teammates. He was happy to show off everything he had, but sex stuff was where he drew the line. It felt too faggy having guys watching those things, but nobody seemed to be paying him any special attention. Plus he really was so fucking horny. Taylor squeezed a line of soap across the entire top of his straight as an arrow shaft and curled his right hand around his cock. After another quick glance around, he thrust his hips forward and plunged his dick between his fingers. His left hand unthinkingly reached up and began brushing across his broad chest even as his hips pulled back and then thrust his cock forward between his fist again.

Angelo had been the last to get under the shower and the last to soap up his muscular body. He was aroused, yes, but his inhibitions were still strong enough that he stroked his shaft between his curled hands with more measured control than most of his teammates. His wet, hairy chest stood out among the group of mostly shaved or naturally smooth torsos, but the furry pecs and thick treasure trail did not cover up the strongly muscled span of his upper body. The forest of pubic hair also did not weigh down the thick rod that was already leaking on the tile floor. Angelo imagined himself a descendant of Roman warriors with a body that looked even better than a suit of armor. He had proportions that put statues of Jupiter to shame, and he enjoyed his conquests in wrestling almost as much as he enjoyed them in bed. 

However the coach knew Angelo would not have made a good soldier. Not because he lacked strength. His well developed muscles were more than strong enough for fighting. He just hated being told what to do. He kept up his training and matches because he wanted to, but the minute the coaches told him to do something he did not like was the minute he told them to fuck off. Girls received the same treatment. No bitch told him no, and besides, any cunt should be privileged to get laid by a stud of his caliber. He had the looks of an angel, the body of a devil, and a set of cock and balls to make a horse envious. The rules for regular people did not apply to somebody like him, and though nobody had told him to jerk off with everyone else, the situation felt too much like being pressured into doing something for him to get too enthusiastic. One of his neighbors happened to notice Angelo's lack of energy and turned towards him, almost slapping their cocks together in the process.

“What’s wrong, Angelo? Got rust in the pipes from not getting any?” Liam said while he reached over, grabbed the Italian-American stud’s cock, and gave it a few energetic strokes before Angelo slapped Liam's hand away.

“Fuck you, faggot, I’ve always gotten all the pussy I could want,” Angelo scowled, but he started jerking in earnest to prove his virility. About the only thing he could not stand more than being told what to do was being considered anything less than the alpha jock stud he was. Liam only laughed and returned his focus to his own hardon.

Every wrestler in the room was rapidly jerking off now, and Coach Applegate was doing the same. The coach’s cock was leaking so much onto his clothes that he would have to change them, but right now he was far too worked up to worry about that. These scenes were right out of his wet dreams. Hell, he did not know where to look. The hidden cameras were getting all the angles. The screens were filled with images of broad backs, strong legs, and tight asses from behind while those incredible chests, hard abs, strong thighs, huge cocks, and big balls were recorded from the front. There were plenty different angles from wide angled shots of the whole group and to close up views allowing buyers to focus on each wrestler. Microphones picked up the sounds of wet skin sliding against wet skin along with the studs' grunts and heavy breathing, which were all growing louder by the second. Muscled chested expanded with deep irregular breaths. Thick pecs grew and rose with each drawn breath. Tight abs crunched into diamond sharp relief with each exhale. All of the wrestlers’ muscular arms flexed as their stroking grew faster and harder. Big biceps and triceps bulged and strained as the studs got closer and closer to release. Fuck, if they were not such tough bastards the coach would have been worried they were going to hurt themselves. 

Not long now, the coach picked up his own pace to match his team. Geoffrey’s eyes were closed, and his muscles tightened as he jacked his dick with increasing intensity. Brian was working his throbbing black cock with steadily faster twists of his hands. Matt had such a tight grip that he looked like he was going to crush his dick. Aiden’s eyes had rolled back in his head, and his open mouth and lips trembled at the rising pleasure. Taylor was wildly jackhammering his cock inside the circle of his hand while Owen was thrusting in sequence with his short, rapid strokes. Angelo had bitten a lip and was softly groaning as his jerking got faster and faster. Xavier was taking quick gasps of breath with each downward stroke along his thick cock. Liam’s serious expression was matched by his unblinking focus on his hands’ rapid motion about his dick. Adam had hunched his muscle straining torso over his cock with his normally controlled expression replaced by an almost maddened look from his need to get off. They were all close.

“Oh, shit, yeah!” Geoffrey said. The rest of the team turned to see what was happening. Geoffrey opened his eyes and looked down at his dick. He imagined his girl squirming under his hot body. He remembered how her fingers felt clawing at his shoulders when she came. She always screamed his name just as he flooded her pussy with his cum. That image was all it took. 

"Fuck, yes!" Geoffrey's balls pulled up just before his cock shot out a huge load of thick cum across the tile floor. Even as the arrogant stud released another stream of potent jock juice, Brian let out a deep grunt before starting to cum too. The dark skinned hunk’s white seed splattered across the opposite wall even as Geoffrey’s second shot did the same. Not to be outdone, Brian thrust his hips forward as his next load went even further. As the two studs took turns painting the floor white, the rest of the team followed.

Liam squeezed his cockhead in a death grip and gasped, “Me too!” The redhead’s muscles tightened just before he aimed his cock and starting blowing his load across the room. Angelo was not about to be last despite his later start and began stroking as fast as he could, but he could not beat Owen whose heaving chest suddenly expanded with a deep breath. Heavy splats of seed rang against the wall before Owen’s stroking hand covered his cockhead. More cum splattered his hands and body before his hand moved down again just in time for another load to fly across the tiles. Liam’s next load was smaller but traveled further just as Angelo gasped and thrust his hips forward. His still sudsy body quaked right as his prick released a long stream of seed directly onto the wall.

“Here I go,” Matt called out. His hand squeezed his balls so tight you could see them bulging between his fingers. His cock spurted several smaller loads in quick succession. A steady rain of his seed splattered across the room while Angelo pumped out an answering load of his own.

“Oh, OOOHHH!” Aiden moaned. His towering cock launched a thick wad of cum almost straight up onto the ceiling. A second later Taylor and Xavier starting cumming. Taylor’s golden form was making frenzied thrusts that had somehow gained speed while Xavier’s muscled torso was heaving like a pumping bellows. Taylor gasped out a barely audible “fuck” and came. A thick burst of white seed painted a line across the wall and floor. Xavier released his own jizz almost immediately after. A series of thick, short spurts struck the wall and floor in time with his pumping hands. Aiden and Angelo came some more. Another high arc from Aiden, another straight shot from Angelo. Matt crushed his nuts harder and managed to dredge up even more cum from his flattened balls. While Taylor and Xavier milked out the last of their seed, Adam snarled like an animal. The team captain pulled himself upright just in time for this cock to blow thick ropes of cum across the floor and up the wall to the ceiling. The big team captain’s balls seemed to have a gallon of jizz stored up. Bill would have been proud, but he was too focused his own need.

Coach Applegate’s monitors were filled with his team’s muscles, cocks, and cum. The images were too much. He clenched his teeth and released his own jizz. His seed flooded all over the floor along with his shorts and underwear while watching his wrestlers finish jerking off. This was one of his greatest fucking wet dreams coming true. Muscular arms coaxed out as much cum as they could. Even now as their orgasms were winding down, his studs were still pumping their manhoods. The coach’s own thick cock was dribbling the last of his load out while Adam was still spurting. Fuck, maybe he should try these drugs. The coach’s cock lurched at the thought while watching his stud of a son wring out one more load. Fucking hell, he was going to be able to record even more scenes like this one over the course of the weekend. He might have to take some of those drugs himself to keep up with his team.

As his wrestlers started cleaning up for real this time, Coach Applegate realized he should do the same. Shit! He had not realized how much time had passed. He checked the kitchen and saw Kevin finishing up dinner. He’d better grab a quick shower in his room, or he’d be the one late instead of his team. He quickly cleaned up his cum with his shirt and ran out the door. He never noticed there was a discrepancy between what his monitors showed and what the recording manager indicated. There was one more file being recorded than there were cameras to use. He also never noticed the camera hidden in the security office that had captured every second of the hunky coach’s masturbatory exploits while watching his team.

Later that evening after the food had been devoured and the dishes washed, the head coach checked the cameras one last time before going to sleep. The cameras would be recording the bedrooms all night. He could already see Angelo lazily jerking off. Brian was reading a book in just his overstuffed briefs. Taylor was naked and flexing while admiring his image in one of the mirrors. Owen was prowling around in the kitchen looking for a snack. Xavier, Liam, Aiden, and Matt were playing cards Xavier’s room. Only Adam and Geoffrey seemed interested in going to sleep.

The coach shook his head and grinned. He’d make another round to encourage the laggards to get some rest. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.