Jack the Hammer: Campus Kings Part 1

I am excited to share a brand new series written by my good buddy Dissonant Murmur.  Jack continues his rampage 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. 
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The Dorm that Dripped Blood

Jack the Hammer walked through the Morecock University Student Center without fear in the middle of the night. He knew the patrol pattern of the campus police, and even if he was seen, any surviving witnesses would only be able to report someone dressed like Jack the Hammer was prowling around. Jack found the idea darkly amusing. His killing spree and near death years ago had turned his wrestling nickname into a legendary boogeyman with enough fame to inspire Halloween costumes. A little makeup on his own face transformed his real scars into horrific burns, which matched something a mischievous frat boy would use to cause some chaos. His “costume” combined with the keys he had taken from the wrestling coaches’ things before he had burned the resort to the ground should give him plenty of options for plotting his revenge, but what should he do first? Jack was seeking inspiration. He wanted to mark his territory. He wanted to commit a murder worthy of the legend people had built around his name.

Jack paused in front of a display case. The answer was obvious. This school was filled with hung jocks, rich pricks, and slutty fratboys, but front and center before the killer was a championship trophy with a nearly life-sized picture behind it. The cocky, smiling, and incredibly handsome face of the football quarterback seemed to demand worship from everyone passing by. Even in his uniform and pads, the talented athlete’s big muscles were obvious as were the equally huge manly attributes stuffed into a straining jockstrap. Jack had found exactly what he needed. With just a few more tools, he could make the perfect return announcement. Jack looked down at the All-Star trophy and read the inscribed name.

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Trojan “Thunder” McQueen had finished buttoning up his shirt and gave his reflection one of his panty-wetting smiles. Damn, he knew he was hot, but tonight he was on fire. His incredible looks, gorgeous blue eyes, and wavy blond hair all made him an undeniably handsome man even before you took in the rest of his body. The college’s All-Star Quarterback was a huge campus stallion whose 250 pounds was packed with rippling muscle despite being a mere nineteen years of age. Trojan had lived a life as golden as the perfectly flawless and richly tanned skin wrapped around his big frame. As the son of a billionaire, he had been pampered from birth with the best of everything. When his incredible athleticism had become obvious at a young age, Trojan’s father ensured his son had the best trainers and nutritionists money could buy. Trojan was his dad’s crown jewel, and he was given everything needed to become a dominating presence on the football field. The quarterback had been bred and raised to win as surely as a championship racehorse. 

While Trojan looked over his outfit, he knew his team mascot was not the only reason people called him a stallion. The tight shorts he was wearing did nothing to hide the teen champion's huge set of cock and balls. Nobody could miss his big cock even when completely soft. Tonight his dick was obviously curled around inside his shorts with the head pointed towards his right leg. Many women, and even a few men, had been privileged to experience the quarterback's fourteen inch, diamond hard shaft in its full glory, but Trojan had never been in a relationship. Why settle down when you had horny cunts throwing themselves at you all the time? Instead Trojan cheerfully and blatantly enjoyed the life of a campus stud. Coeds, professors, librarians. Dorm rooms, classrooms, utility closets. Trojan saw no reason to discriminate when it came to status or place. He flirted with anyone, man or woman. Even straight guys would blush at the handsome stud’s attention. If somebody caught him fucking, nobody would report the quarterback who had an undefeated record since joining the starting lineup. Hell, a lot of people would pay to see a fucking machine of his caliber in action, Trojan thought as he finished looking himself over.

A cheer rang out above him. The quarterback had been listening to the pounding music from the party upstairs for half an hour, but he had held off on joining the fun. Trojan loved to be the center of attention and so was always fashionably late. The wild parties were against the dorm rules, but the rules never really applied to people at Trojan’s level. When the campus kings wanted a party, they got a party. No questions asked. Things must be really going now. The music and talking were so loud the building was shaking. His teammates must already be having a great night. Time to make his appearance and dance with some bitches. Then he would select a lucky one or, more likely, two to come back to his room for the fuck session of their lives. Trojan’s big cum factories needed to be emptied repeatedly to satisfy a stud like him, so he made certain his sluts were eager enough to keep up with his stamina.

The chime of his phone distracted Trojan from his self-admiration. A text from his friend, Cody King, popped up. Cody was the same age as Trojan and even more muscular, though he was not part of the team. Cody was a bodybuilder who came from a far less wealthy family than Trojan’s own, but his friend never acted envious. Instead Cody enjoyed working as a personal trainer at a nearby gym and loved his night job as a go-go dancer at a nearby gay club, Meat Market, even more. Cody had invited Trojan to make an appearance one night at the club, and Trojan was tempted by the offer. He did not mind adoring crowds and had fooled around with guys a few times. Maybe this semester would be a good time to explore some other ways of getting his rocks off. Maybe he would even try out some new things with his friend and roommate Cody. Trojan’s cock perked up at the idea, but sadly that was not happening tonight. Cody’s text said his friend was going to forgo the party to work out and practice his dance routine. Though Cody already was a hugely muscled stud, his friend never skipped a day at the gym in the pursuit of more gains. Trojan admired Cody’s commitment, but tonight Trojan was going to let loose and get laid.

Time for the star to make his appearance, Trojan thought as he opened his room’s door, but he stopped in surprise at the sight before him. Somebody wearing a Jack the Hammer costume stood outside. Trojan had to admit the costume looked incredible. The stranger’s patched together work clothes were splattered with dark, dried blood. The face was made up with scars and twisted flesh. The guy underneath the getup was huge and obviously jacked. Hell, he was even bigger built that Trojan was.

“Nice costume, ‘Jack’, but a little early for Halloween, isn’t it?” Trojan laughed and patted the figure on the shoulder. The twisted face suddenly smiled at him, and damn, that was some good makeup. It almost looked real, Trojan thought a moment before Jack’s fist slammed into Trojan’s hard abdomen. While the shocked Trojan gasped for breath, Jack shoved the quarterback onto his bed and tied the jock’s limbs to the bed posts.

“What the fuck? What kind of sick joke is this?” Trojan yelled and pulled against the ropes, but he could not break free. The ropes were too strong, and he had purposefully chosen a bed sturdy enough to survive his marathon length fuck sessions. The solid bedframe barely moved no matter how Trojan struggled. However his escape attempts did allow Jack to see firsthand how impressive Trojan’s body was. The quarterback’s thick arm and leg muscles flexed and grew so much they threatened to split apart the quarterback’s clothes. As Trojan squirmed and twisted, Jack picked up Trojan’s phone and glanced through the message on screen. After ensuring the phone would remain unlocked, Jack retrieved his tools from outside and shut the door. The doorlocks clicked shut. 

Trojan froze when he saw the killer approach him with a knife. The metal gleamed in the dorm’s harsh artificial light. Trojan could see his handsome, horrified reflection in the knife’s side. Jack took his knife and ran the blade across Trojan’s unbelievably gorgeous face. The sharp edge slid down the pulsing vein in the quarterback’s neck before dipping below the shirt collar. With a pop, a button of Trojan’s shirt was cut free. Then another. Jack slowly and carefully sliced off each button one at a time. The quarterback’s tightly fitted shirt spread open more and more with each cut. Every lost button exposed a few inches more of Trojan’s perfect, golden tanned skin and the hard flexed musculature beneath. The middle of the teen’s massive pectorals were exposed to the air. The iron pumped domes were separated by a deep cleft in the middle. Jack’s gaze and his knife followed that line between Trojan’s muscles lower until the center of the jock’s deeply carved abdomen was revealed. The rippling abs had been visible through Trojan’s shirt even when unflexed, but now after the quarterback’s struggles, Trojan’s abs looked like they were cast from steel. The last button came free and flew across the room.

“HELP!” Trojan screamed now that the knife was no longer so close to his precious skin. “Somebody help me! HELP!”

There was no response. All Trojan could hear was the raucous party happening upstairs. In fact the noise had grown even louder, since more people had arrived and the booze and drugs were flowing freely. Jack’s knowing smile seemed to confirm Trojan’s fears. Nobody would hear anything unless they were right outside his room. Without bothering to gag his victim, Jack resumed his work.

The killer spread open Trojan’s shirt. More ridges and plains of muscle were uncovered. The bulging edges of Trojan’s lats ran up his sides and were as tightly formed as the jock’s abs. Jack moved higher and discovered the athlete's thick pectorals barely needed any encouragement to free themselves. The quarterback’s shirt easily slipped off the huge, hard mounds that Trojan had built through years of training. Quarter-sized nipples rose above the lower cleft of those large pecs and hardened in the cooler air. Then the knife came back up again and neatly slit down the shirt’s left sleeve. Thick, straining arm muscles emerged. Trojan’s deltoids, triceps, biceps, and brachialis muscles were all works of art. Pushups, weight lifting, and tossing balls down the field had built large, hard muscles that could launch a football to a receiver with incredible precision. Repeating the same cut on the right side revealed an equally incredible sight. Striated muscles ran across every inch of the quarterback's throwing arm. Trojan’s amazing arms looked even more pumped now as they pulled against the ropes than they did in the middle of one of his games.

After the last cut, Jack put the knife in his belt and pushed the remains of Trojan’s shirt off the star athlete. The big teen hunk’s upper body was bare. Every inch of the champion’s torso was chiseled to perfection. Each muscle group had been honed to the peak of performance. The jock’s musculature had graced fundraising calendars, fitness magazines, Instagram, TikTok, and the fantasies of countless fans, but nobody other than Jack had seen Trojan’s body like this with the handsome jock tied up to his own bed. 

“Just cut these ropes,” Trojan said while Jack lustily enjoyed the sight before him. The shirtless quarterback’s strongly muscled form strained as he spoke and struggled to get free. “If this is a prank, then it’s not funny. If this is some sick stalker crap, you gotta know I’m rich, right? No way I can’t find out who the hell you are and send you to fucking jail for the rest of your life.”

Jack listened to Trojan’s words, yet the killer’s only response was to grab the knife and cut out Trojan’s shoe laces. The jock’s large feet tensed, but Jack was careful. No harm came to the teen’s beautiful skin while his shoes and socks were removed. Instead the knife slipped up higher across more of the youth’s athletic legs. Trojan never skipped leg day, and the proof was in the rounded muscles of his calves and hamstrings. The jock’s thick quads had been honed through countless tire drills, squats, and lunges. These toned, strong legs had been made to dodge defensive ends and to charge up the field through hulking linemen. Tonight they should have been dancing at the party upstairs before Trojan used them to pound his huge cock deep into some bitch’s cunt. Instead they were ineffectually tensing and pulling against their bonds.

With a quick pull, Trojan’s shorts fell away, which left the football champion in only his expensive baby blue colored thong. The jock’s tree trunk thick upper thighs bunched even tighter as Jack’s knife got closer. Only the upper section of the meaty globes of Trojan’s firm ass and the huge set of cock and balls swinging between those hard flexed thighs remained hidden. The tiny pouch barely held the hung athlete’s endowments, which were easily visible through the blue material. Jack could see the outline of Trojan’s thick cockhead pressing against the thong. Trojan had never been shy, but today he wished he had worn something with more coverage. However Jack enjoyed the sight of the vain athlete’s package all nightly pulled together and displayed for the killer’s enjoyment. Jack slipped the knife under the waistband of Trojan’s thong alongside the athlete’s hips, and somehow Trojan’s body managed to tense even more. The cool metal slid along the quarterback's skin and through his last piece of clothing. Without fanfare, the killer tossed away the barely existent undergarment.

“Shit, leave my cock alone, freak,” Trojan said as he pushed himself back into the mattress. Jack enjoyed how Trojan hissed as he felt himself be exposed. The expressions on Trojan’s face flickered between anger and embarrassment when his manhood sprang into view. Trojan’s dick was as handsome as the rest of his body. Though soft, the teen stud’s cock was already much bigger than most men’s erections. A thick vein snaked down the top towards a hefty cockhead. His balls were no less impressive. Either one of the twin orbs by itself was more massive than the combined testes of most adult males. Trojan’s cum makers were full and heavy thanks to him wanting to save his energy for the party. Unfortunately for him, Jack had decided to derail those plans permanently.

Jack licked his lips in unapologetic interest, but his eyes also showed madness. Yes, Jack wanted this sexy teen football prodigy. The killer wanted to worship those incredibly defined muscles. He wanted to milk every drop of cum out of those supersized cock and balls. He wanted to fuck that incredibly tight ass until he filled the jock with his seed. Yes, Jack wanted all of those things, but he also wanted to ruin them too. He hated how this spoiled brat lived a lavish lifestyle while he had been forced into hiding. He hated the youth’s unblemished skin when compared to his own scarred flesh. He hated those astounding gym-built muscles that had never needed to struggle to survive in the wilderness. He hated the young stud’s perfectly formed manhood that had access to an endless number of openly willing sluts while he had been beaten and nearly killed for his own inclinations. Jack loved Trojan’s beautiful body, but the killer knew the more he enjoyed the younger man’s form, the more he also would feel the absolute need to ruin Trojan completely.

“Stay away. Just let me go, okay? We’ll pretend this never happened,” Trojan said as he tried to pull away from Jack. With ever growing panic, Trojan kept struggling. His naked body twisted and strained. Already big muscles pumped larger while Trojan pulled on his bindings. Back and forth he moved in the hopes of somehow finding a weakness in either the rope or bed. He was hoping to find anything that would give him enough space to use his strong muscles to escape and fight. 

Jack found the championship winner’s struggles too much to resist. The killer straddled the athlete’s waist and ran his hands across the vast expanse of Trojan’s stretched out torso. Trojan had built up his large pectorals until they stood out several inches from the rest of his chest. Jack groped one of Trojan’s thick pecs and lovingly squeezed the densely packed muscle. His other hand reached out and teased the nipple on the quarterback’s other pec. The sensitive little knob rose higher until Jack could easily twist the tip between thumb and forefinger. The hard muscles clenched beneath the murderer’s hands in revulsion and unwanted pleasure. Trojan normally loved people admiring his strong, toned chest that he had spent half a lifetime building, but Jack’s combination of squeezing and toying with his pecs triggered confusing waves of terror and arousal. The bulging musculature flexed as Trojan’s arms yanked against the rope in an effort to shove Jack.

“Fuck, man, get off me!” Trojan said as he pushed himself down in the bed as far as he could in an attempt to get away from Jack’s touch. “Get your fucking hands off me now, you disgusting pervert!” 

Again the only response Trojan received was the sounds of the upstairs party getting into full swing. The delighted cheers sounded so wrong to Trojan when he was down here unable to escape while some costumed nutjob was feeling him up. Jack leaned forward and massaging the quarterback’s arm muscles. A bicep bigger than some people’s thighs flexed and bunched beneath Jack’s fingers. The round, densely packed muscle danced at the killer’s touch. Trojan loved doing bicep poses to show off the arms he used to rocket footballs downfield, and the killer loved squeezing those same beautifully shaped muscles. The equally amazing deltoids shuddered and fought against Jack’s touch with no effect beyond further exciting the killer. Jack took his time with his captive despite Trojan’s repeated screams for help. Trojan’s attempts to escape only made his muscular body flex more invitingly and furthered Jacks’ excitement. The desperate struggles were making Jack’s cock get hard, and his dick was not the only one getting larger by the moment.

“Shit, this this isn’t happening. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Trojan’s breathed rapidly while his dick was slowly plumping. As much as he was absolutely disgusted at Jack’s ministrations, Trojan was still a fit, virile teenager who was accustomed to emptying his overproductive balls regularly and often. The fact that Jack would sometimes rub his clothed butt against the quarterback's groin was not doing anything to help the matter, and though Trojan hated to admit such a thing, Jack’s touching was not entirely bad feeling. The worshiping strokes, tweaks, squeezes, and brushes made his skin crawl while also causing small jolts of pleasure to twist their way down his arms and spine.

Jack knew how to draw out physical responses from his victims. Trojan might have been a bigger and tougher specimen than many of his kills, but that fact meant little. In some ways Trojan’s size made his task easier. Trojan’s musculature gave Jack had so much meat with which to work. The handsome teen had so much beautiful, sensitive skin wrapped around all those big, quivering muscles. The football player’s massive balls churned with a need to release their loads. Jack released the youth’s arm and slid down Trojan’s body. The quarterback’s pointing nipples deserved more tweaks just as his broad pecs required more teasing strokes. Jack played with the helpless jock’s chest some more while Trojan screamed impotently then the killer moved lower down. 

“HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” Trojan yelled while Jack admired the quarterback’s toned stomach. The lines and ridges of Trojan’s abdomen were as amazing as the rest of the athlete. Each mountain and valley of hard muscle seemed caved from stone. Trojan actually giggled a little as Jack found a ticklish spot near the navel, but the jock quickly regained control of himself and screamed even louder compensate for his embarassment.

The football player’s narrower waist was no less armored with muscle than his massive pecs, and Jack delighted in teasing each abdominal row in turn. Hours of crunches and an insanely developed metabolism had carved an eight pack that was visible even when Trojan was not flexing his muscles. His hard abs were built to take the tackling blows of massive linebackers, and the muscles lining the teen’s rippling abdomen looked like they were cast in steel. Trojan’s struggles had made the jock’s abs pop out even more than usual. Then the quarterback’s ab muscles hardened even further as Jack’s fingers traced up and down each ridge. Each abdominal section had been developed to the point Trojan looked like he was smuggling bricks beneath his shrink-wrapped skin. Jack had to restrain himself from using his knife right then to test how strong those incredibly defined eight pack abs really were, but instead he controlled himself enough to enjoy the sight and feel of those hard muscles flexing and crunching beneath Jack’s hands. The killers finger’s even brushed across the veins which started at the bottom of the teen’s abs before traveling downward to the base of Trojan’s dick.

However Jack wanted to wait before playing with Trojan’s big toy. The murderer skipped over Trojan’s groin and instead loosened the ropes around the quarterback’s feet. Trojan immediately attempted to kick at his attacker, but Jack did not leave the teenager much room. No, Jack had just enough space to raise Trojan’s hips and expose the jock’s thick ass muscles. The football player’s meaty butt had been admired by fans for years. Every time Trojan had bent over in a game, crowds could easily see how much hard muscle was packed in the quarterback’s rear despite Trojan wearing his gear. Few people got to enjoy the jock’s incredible ass like Jack was though. Jack squeezed and rubbed the big globes. Despite their size, Trojan’s ass was as hard muscled as the rest of his body. The tight asscheeks barely dented against his grip as Jack’s fingers dug into them. Perfect.

“Oh, fuck, no. Get the hell away from me right now, you fucking freak. Leave my ass alone,” Trojan said when he understood his worst fears were about to come true. He tightened his ass as much as he could, but Jack pried Trojan’s leg’s open and raised the quarterback’s ass up. As strong as Trojan was, Jack was much stronger. Trojan gritted his teeth when he felt his asshole being exposed. He tensed his virgin pucker close as best he could. Then he screamed when with one vicious push of the killer’s hips Jack slammed his dick deep into Trojan’s unprepared ass. The killer’s cock was even larger than Trojan’s massive dick, and the quarterback felt like he was being torn up the middle. Jack did not give the tough footballer time to adjust. Instead he began mercilessly raping the screaming Trojan with quick, deep thrusts. Trojan’s screams reached an even higher pitch as his virgin ass was ripped into more and deeper. The all-star player heard cheers break out from the party above.

“AAAHHHH! God, I can’t... IT HURTS!” Trojan screamed, as Jack leaned over the naked teen’s strapping body while fucking him. For all his huge muscles, tough attitude, and big dick, Trojan’s pretty blue eyes were crying like a baby’s now. The killer’s unblinking stare gleefully took in the tears running down the quarterback’s handsome face. He leaned down and licked a tear from Trojan’s handsome face. Raping his victim’s was not just about enjoying their hot flesh around his dick, though Trojan’s tight ass felt like heaven on earth as the jock’s hot hole gripped Jack like a vice. Jack loved breaking their spirits along with their bodies, and he could see how completely helpless the normally cocky stud and champion athlete was feeling right now. 

Trojan was used to dominating others. Now he was completely in Jack’s power. The athlete was hyperventilating from pain and fear. Trojan’s chest was rapidly rising and falling to pull in air. Sweat started popping out across his muscled body while his skin reddened. Jack thought Trojan looked beautiful like this. Jack supported himself with one arm holding onto the bed’s headboard while his other arm reached between them. Trojan’s big dick had softened somewhat from the painful rape, but despite his suffering, the quarterback’s cock had not softened completely. Keeping his stare locked on Trojan’s eyes, Jack started jerking off his victim.

Trojan was familiar with pain. You did not win championships without being able to push through suffering. However nothing could have prepared him for this. His ass felt like a tree was being shoved inside it, but what might have been worse was he was getting a hardon. Jack was stroking Trojan’s dick in time with the fuck, and Trojan’s traitorous cock was quickly swelling. Every time Jack plunged his cock deeper into Trojan’s ass the killer’s curled hand ran down the jock’s big dick. Soon the thick shaft was too big for even Jack’s large hand to wrap completely around, and still the quarterback’s cock grew bigger. In seconds Trojan was sporting a huge fourteen inch dick that pressed up into his rapist’s clothed chest. Then Jack’s hand began to move in a blur of rapid motion across around the teen’s shaft. The scarred hand and rough material rubbing against the young man’s cock hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to what he felt from his bleeding asshole.

“Uuff… HELP! … Aaaggh… HELP ME!” Trojan’s yells were punctuated by gasps of pain as Jack’s dick pulled all the way out of Trojan before being pushed back into the quarterback again. All Trojan heard in response was the rumble of bass from the music a floor above him. At the same time, the quarterback could feel his cock start to spurt precum in Jack’s tight grip. Creamy shots of jock juice bigger than some men’s entire cum loads splattered across Jack’s hand and splashed across the stud’s straining pecs and abs. The killer used Trojan’s generous leakage to further lube the shaft, which milked out even more from the quarterback’s overactive cum makers. 

Trojan whimpered as he felt his huge balls pull higher. He tried to focus on the pain in his ass and tried to ignore how sometimes a shock of something else would run right to his dick whenever Jack’s thick cock hit a spot deep inside Trojan’s butt. He tried to imagine his grandmother naked while Jack’s hand twisted about the crown of his spurting cockhead. He clenched his teeth and tightened every muscle in his body to hold back the inevitable. He looked at Jack’s eyes and saw the madness inside them. Trojan did not want to find out what happened after this psycho came.

Jack knew the football star was powerless to stop him. The killer slowed his fucking a little and made sure Trojan felt every inch of Jack’s dick filling the jock’s colon. The party upstairs was getting louder again, and Jack waited for the right moment. Trojan’s pulsing cock was leaking non-stop in Jack’s hand. Jack was keeping them both right on the edge. Trojan was grunting and twisting beneath the killer, but Jack kept the sweaty, hard muscled quarterback in place. More roars upstairs signaled some stunt completed or game won or coed flashing her breasts. Whatever the reason, Jack had his excuse. One… two… three deep thrusts later, Jack roared as he came. So did Trojan.

“No, no, no, NO, NO! NO!” Trojan’s cries were drowned out by the party while his bleeding ass was suddenly flooded with the killer’s hot cum. Jack leaned back and kept fucking up into Trojan’s ass when Trojan’s cock shot off as well. The quarterback’s yell grew louder while his load rocketed straight up onto the ceiling. Bolt after bolt of thick stud juice splattered the ceiling, and deep inside the jock’s ruined ass, Jack’s own cum overflowed onto both men’s thighs and the sheets below. Jack roughly jerked the athlete’s spurting dick and enjoyed how the muscle teen’s orgasming body squeezed down on Jack’s own dick. They both kept cumming for what felt to Trojan like an eternity. The explosion of conflicting signals of pain and pleasure overwhelmed Trojan’s mind until he felt disconnected from his own body. There was nothing but the rapist’s cock destroying Trojan’s insides and Trojan’s own cock going off like a firehose.

Trojan gagged when Jack pulled his dick out of the hunky teen athlete with a sickening squelch. Pink, blood-tinged cum ran out of Trojan’s gaping asshole. The killer extracted himself from the bed and enjoyed the view. The barely conscious football star was exhausted, but the young stud was still cumming. Trojan looked like he had finished playing two games back-to-back. His torso heaved with deep breaths. Sweat drenched his muscular body and his sheets. His blond hair was wet and matted to his head. Trojan kept uncontrollably shuddering despite the football star’s eyes being glazed over and unfocused.  His cock kept firing ever small blasts of cum until he finally finished spurting with two thick loads that barely arced into the air before splashing down onto his abs. Droplets of his cum slowly rained onto him and his bed from the ceiling. 

Jack thought the motionless young star athlete looked almost perfect. Almost. Thankfully he had brought everything he needed to make Trojan exactly what they both needed him to be. With the party still as loud as a jet engine, nobody but Jack and Trojan heard the chainsaw blades spin to life. The motor’s roar brought Trojan’s attention back to the smiling murderer. Jack had borrowed the experimental chainsaw from the university mechanical engineering department. In seconds the blades were not only operating at full speed but also had started glowing red. The chainsaw’s blades were intended to remove tree limbs while also cauterizing to prevent disease and insects from harming the rest of the tree. Jack had decided to add human trials to the testing agenda.

“NO! God, please… PLEASE, NO! Stop! I’ll give you whatever you want. Do whatever you want! You want money? Me to throw a game? I can find you plenty of hot girls and guys. You can fuck my ass again. Whatever you want! Anything! Just don’t. Please. Don’t!” Trojan yelled and pulled his sweaty, cum dripping body upright as much as he could, but the ropes held him fast. Slowly the killer approached him with the red-hot chainsaw. The muscular quarterback tried to scramble away. His hips twisted to the side as far as they could go. His semi-hard cock flopped about while leaking out more cum. The huge muscles in his arms and legs flexed and bulged bigger than ever in a desperate escape attempt.

“Stop, just stop, STOP! Please, please, don’t. No, no, no, no, no, NO! NO! AAAAHHHH!” Trojan screamed even louder when Jack cut through Trojan’s left leg. Jack aimed high up the youth’s leg and just below the quarterback’s hip. The chainsaw barely slowed down as muscles built from years of hard training were separated and flash burned against the blade’s hot metal. Bone offered only a little more resistance. With a hungry grunt, the chainsaw carved through the tendons and bone. Then the rest of the thick thigh muscles were smoothly and easily sliced apart and seared. In a few seconds, Trojan’s leg was completely severed. The big, muscular leg was motionless on the bed. Trojan stared down in shocked disbelieve. This did not happen. Not to anybody and definitely not to him. This couldn’t happen. His frozen posture allowed Jack to easily start doing the same to his right leg.

“No, no… no…” Trojan’s denials were almost whispered by the time his other leg came free. The smell of roasted meat filled the room. Then the shock wore off and he felt the pain slam into him. His screams began again. Even with both legs severed, the injured nerve endings still expected his legs to be there. The absence was interpreted as continuous damage by the misfiring neurons, and suddenly Trojan felt like a thousand hot knives were stabbing into his no longer attached legs. More tears welled up in his eyes as he looked down at his legs. The huge thighs looked like they should still be able to power him up and down the field, but no matter how much he tried, those huge leg muscles remained limp and immobile. Then Jack sawed through Trojan’s left arm.

“Please… please don’t...” Trojan sobbed, but Jack’s face twisted in another smile. An almost cheerful expression was on the murderer’s face when the chainsaw blade cut into the athlete’s rounded deltoid. Beautifully tanned skin peeled away and seared. Muscle built from countless reps in the gym tore and fried. Supporting bone splintered and powdered. Jack happily ensured a lifetime of work was reduced to nothing but slowly rotting meat. The sounds of saw and athlete alike were nowhere near loud enough to be heard over the party. This was Jack’s own private celebration with the football team’s pride and joy. Like with the legs, Jack cut near to the torso again. The large ball of deltoid muscles were even easier to cut through than the thighs had been. Trojan’s arm came free.

Trojan looked at his left arm and could not imagine what his life would be like without it. The thickly muscled limb seemed like it should be as unstoppable as ever, but his arm remained still no matter how much he tried to move it. He had used that arm to catch footballs, drive his car, flirt with girls, and a hundred other things. No more. The smoking meat had once been perfectly toned muscle, but his arm had proven to be useless to the star quarterback when he had needed it most.

Jack moved the chainsaw over and made one more cut. Over the years Trojan had made countless bicep poses with his throwing arm to the delight of roaring fans. He had grinned proudly while allowing admirers to line up for the chance to squeeze his arm’s massive biceps and triceps. Trojan’s right arm had thrown game winning passes with ease, had jerked off his huge cock countless times, had held women against the wall as he fucked them senseless. Jack sawed through the thickly muscled arm and watched the quarterback’s game winning limb collapse on the bed. Trojan roared in pain. His agony was physical, yes, but even worse was the absolute certainty that he would never be able to do anything for himself again. He would forever be at the mercy of others. The quarterback’s huge arm muscles looked as ready to receive a snapped football as ever. They looked like they would able to push up right now and lift Trojan’s muscular body off the bed. They never would again.

Jack turned off the chainsaw, pushed the severed limbs away from Trojan’s torso, and admired his work again. Trojan was groaning in pain constantly. The shock was messing with his ability to focus on any one source of agony, but the killer had no doubts about the suffering the once championship winning athlete was enduring. The teen’s appearance was almost comical. The massive muscles of his torso were as big as ever. Bigger even, pumped up as they had been from his struggles. However Trojan no longer had any limbs. The broad shoulders and sturdy hips did not even have stumps to wave around. The vast muscles of the football player’s chest simply stopped at the quarterback’s shoulders. Trojan looked like ruined, obscene Roman statue. The only things sticking out from the base of Trojan’s rippling abdominals was the teen’s huge set of cock and balls. To Jack’s pleasure, the stud’s cock still looked huge despite being soft. The last of Trojan’s load was still dribbling out onto the sheets, but the teen’s big manhood seemed out of place when not hanging between his thickly muscled thighs.

Jack put away the chainsaw and climbed into bed. Trojan started screaming again, but that only made things all the sweeter when Jack picked up the large teenager’s torso. Trojan was no longer tied down, but also he no longer could offer more than a token resistance. The quarterback twisted what was left of his body away, but Jack simply held Trojan firmly by the sides of his chest, lifted him up, and positioned the quarterback. Then Jack slammed Trojan down, and with no more gentleness than the first time, Jack’s cock speared right up into the teen’s muscular ass. Jack grunted with pleasure as he fucked Trojan’s asshole for a second time. 

“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” Trojan no longer had the ability to form coherent words. He wailed, moaned, and cried as Jack used his muscular body as an oversized sextoy. Jack lifted and dropped Trojan again and again. Each time gravity along with the quarterback’s remaining massive muscles forced Trojan to bottom out and take every inch of Jack’s ass destroying dick. Only the incredible pain kept Trojan from collapsing into unconsciousness. 

Jack spun Trojan around. Now the killer could watch the quarterback’s meaty ass repeatedly give up and swallow Jack’s cock. Jack was almost hypnotized by the sight of his dick parting those hugely muscled globes and plundering the athlete’s formerly untouched depths. Trojan’s pained struggles and well-fucked colon only further improved upon the experience. The athlete’s broad back flexed and twisted. Each muscle group pushed out in eye-popping definition. Trojan’s lats flared out like a cobra ready to strike. Jack’s previous load and Trojan’s blood provided plenty of lube, and Trojan’s clenching ass was almost as tight as the first time Jack had raped the cocky jock. Trojan did not know it at the time, but all those squats had been destined to make this incredibly juicy butt for Jack’s pleasure alone. Despite everything he had been through, the young champion’s amazingly tough body was still a very hot fuck. 

Jack was timing the fucking to the beat of the bass from the party. The killer thought Trojan should have some fun at the party after all his hard work, though at least a piece of the formerly cocky teen had already risen to the occasion. The oversexed slut’s cock was hard again after Jack’s rough treatment of Trojan’s once virginal prostate. The quarterback’s fourteen inch dick bounced up and down while leaking all over the bed. Jack was not even jerking the athlete off this time around, but Trojan was on his way to cumming again. That situation was fine with Jack. As far the as the killer was concerned, all his victims were useless for anything other than fucking and dying. 

Meanwhile the only thing Trojan could feel was agony. Even his hard cock did not feel good. His throbbing hardon was another source pain that he could do nothing to relieve. Jack’s cock relentlessly rubbed along Trojan’s damaged prostate in a way that triggered the quarterback’s erection while also multiplying the torment his victim felt. Trojan looked down across the large muscles of his chest and lower to the spots where his legs should have been. A part of him still could not believe this was real. Another part of him wished he would die soon so the suffering would stop. He heard Jack groan behind him. Oh, no. Not again. No, Trojan thought, please, not again. 

Trojan’s prayers went unanswered when Jack started actively slamming Trojan down on the killer’s dick. With unbelievable speed, Jack lifted up the quarterback and shoved Trojan onto Jack’s dick. What remained of the athlete’s muscular body seemed to weigh nothing to the murderer. Trojan’s muscles bounced and jiggled as his body was cruelly abused. The stud’s thick pec meat slapped up and down from the rapid fucking. His eight pack abs tightened in a vain try to somehow get away from the murderer’s dick. The young man’s round ass muscles squeezed tight in a pointless attempt to hold on to something, but the effort was wasted. Jack’s long dick repeatedly speared the jock’s asshole without slowing down at all. Each thrust went deeper and deeper until Trojan could see Jack’s dick pressing out from within Trojan’s abs. The teen athlete wondered if he was going to be broken in half.

“NOOOOOO!” Trojan wailed. He did not think it was possible, but he could feel the dick shredding his ass grow even larger. Another shock of pain followed by a jolt of hot, wet pressure meant Jack had cum again. Trojan’s own dick leaped upwards in response. More pain shot up from Trojan’s churning balls before rope after rope of hot cum spurted from the quarterback’s cock. He felt no pleasure from the act. Jack’s dick was breaking the quarterback’s prostate and forcing more and more out of the abused stud’s sex organs. Trojan’s cum was being fucked out of him without any hint of the enjoyment the sexy hunk normally felt. Instead each new spurt from his massive dick hurt him more than the last. 

Finally, Jack stopped cumming. Jacked lifted Trojan’s hapless torso up again until the killer’s cock was freed. A deluge of bloody seed drained from the quarterback’s badly damaged asshole. Trojan groaned in relief as his own agonizing orgasm finally stopped with Jack’s dick no longer inside him. Jack climbed out of the bed and surveyed his work. Trojan’s body was a mess. His golden tanned skin was streaked with bodily fluids. His perfectly groomed hair had turned into a soggy mess. Trojan rested in a pool of sweat, cum, and blood. His broken torso remained in the center of the bed while his sawed off limbs were still tied to the bedposts in an absurdist parody of the mighty form he had possessed minutes ago. Almost perfect. Jack recognized that his work here was nearly done, so he spoke to Trojan for the first time.

“Get ready to die, slut,” Jack said in a deep, rough voice. He had the kind of voice that emerges from smoke damaged vocal chords and a lack of regular use, but Trojan had little time to consider the killer’s words. Jack grabbed the quarterback’s massive cock and balls. Holding the cum-dripping organs together, he took his knife and sliced them off. Trojan started screaming again but not for long. 

Jack took Trojan’s bulging ballsack and stuffed it into the quarterback’s screaming mouth. The huge balls had to be fed in one at a time, but without hands Trojan had no way to prevent Jack from making him eat his own balls. Jack grabbed Trojan’s jaw and forced the quarterback to chew his severed organs. Blood and unspent seed filled Trojan’s mouth and ran down his face. Trojan automatically swallowed, which only made room for his other ball to be shoved into his mouth. Again the sobbing quarterback choked on his own oversized ball. The holes in his groin were not cauterized like his arms had been, so blood was steadily pumping onto the bed. Trojan took a pained breath after he had gulped down the mushy remains of his second orb, but the reprieve soon ended when Jack shoved Trojan’s own cock into his mouth. Trojan gagged in agony, but Jack was unrelenting. As before Jack pushed Trojan’s jaw up and made the quarterback bite the thick cockhead from his own manhood. Inch by inch Jack made the former stud chew through all fourteen inches of his prick. More blood ran down the athlete’s hard muscled body. With a final gulp, Trojan swallowed the last of his dick.

Trojan was too traumatized to keep track of what the killer was doing, so he was almost caught by surprise when Jack stabbed his knife deep into Trojan’s torn asshole. Trojan’s throat was sore from all the screaming and being forced to eat his own cock and balls, but he managed to scream some more for Jack’s enjoyment. Meanwhile Jack reamed out Trojan’s ass with the blade. Around and around the knife went while carving out more flesh. Skin, muscle, rectal tissue, and more blood joined the slurry on the bed. The once perfect globes of Trojan’s ass were ruined when the knife dug into them too as Trojan’s expanded asshole was carved out. Wider and deeper the hole grew as Jack worked the knife with expert precision. An hour ago Trojan’s ass was virgin tight with muscles you could bounce a coin off of. Now there was no question that even Jack’s horrifyingly thick cock could easily fit inside the teen’s ruined asshole.

Upstairs the party kept going. The roar of the crowd swelled as a new song was played. Jack crawled up on the bed. He was unconcerned with the blood and other bodily fluids getting on his clothes. Quite the opposite. The idea turned him on even more. Almost as much as the idea of eating some of Trojan’s incredible body. Jack thought Trojan should share after Jack had generously fed the quarterback. While Trojan no longer had a manhood to devour, the athlete did have something else of which the teen was quite proud. Trojan’s massive pecs had largely been unharmed in all the evening’s activities. The thickly muscled domes were covered in blood and cum and viscera, but they were intact and looked as incredible as ever. 

Jack took a nipple in his mouth and suckled like a babe at his mother’s teet. Trojan hissed at the strange sensation but could barely move. He tried to turn his torso away from Jack’s mouth, but Jack responded by biting hard on the surrounding flesh. Trojan inhaled sharply at the new pain, which turned into a long wail when Jack snapped his teeth shut and pulled. Trojan’s right nipple and a good chunk of the surrounding muscle tore off. Jack slurped down the tasty treat with a delighted sigh. Trojan was as delicious as the killer had hoped. No doubt Jack was in possession of the best grade of beef in the world. With a sudden frenzy, Jack feasted. The killer’s hands lifted the thickly muscled pec higher while Jack’s razor sharp teeth tore into it. 

“Oh, God, help, anybody, please,” Trojan prayed to the sounds of vibrating speakers. Fresh tears streamed down Trojan’s face, but he could only watch as the big pectorals he had spent most of his life building up were shredded and eaten. Jack ripped off more strips of muscle and wolfed down the bloody pieces. Layer after layer of striated muscle was torn off Trojan’s chest. Blood splattered across both men. Jack’s teeth ripped off bits from the athlete’s left pec while the killer’s hands worked on the right side. Then Jack switched. Taking advantage of their weakened state, Jack bit off even larger chunks of muscle. More muscle came free and were quickly gulped down the killer’s throat. In minutes Trojan’s massive chest had been reduced to almost nothing. Strings of loose muscle hung down from what had looked like iron hard flesh. 

Jack licked blood from his lips in appreciation for his meal. Trojan’s breast meat was some of the best he had ever tasted. The championship winning quarterback’s body had been made to handle all kinds of punishment on the field, but Jack was never one to play by the rules. Unfortunately, Jack knew his time was almost up, since the once mighty stud was on the way out now. Trojan’s eyes had turned glassy from shock and blood loss. His head was so covered with blood that nobody would have known the color of the hunky stud’s beautiful blond hair. Playtime was almost over. At least Trojan still had his pretty face, so Jack smashed his hammer into Trojan’s handsome head. 

“Aaaahhhhh!” Trojan screamed when one of the quarterback’s pretty blue eyes exploded from impact, and the eye socket made a satisfying crack. Another blow shattered the side of Trojan’s head by the ear. Trojan opened his mouth to scream some more, which was exactly what Jack had hoped would occur. The killer grabbed the quarterback’s jaw again and smashed the athlete’s teeth. Each blow freed teeth from their place. Some teeth flew out of his mouth while others tore into Trojan’s tongue, gums, and teeth. After every single tooth had been removed, Jack shoved the loose teeth to the back of Trojan’s mouth and forced the teen’s jaw closed. With an involuntary swallow, Trojan’s perfect white teeth then joined his manhood in going down to the quarterback’s gullet. 

Now without any fear of being bitten, Jack rammed his still very hard cock into the jock’s bleeding mouth. Trojan’s body heaved as his air was cut off. His brain instinctively signaled his hands to rise and stop the intrusion, but Trojan no longer had any hands. Jack face fucked the broken stud. The killer’s filthy cock was still covered with all bloody remnants left over from raping Trojan’s ass. The thick organ bent down Trojan’s throat and prevented any hope of breathing until Jack pulled back just enough for Trojan to inhale. This reprieve lasted but a moment before Jack’s cock was thrust forward again. Jack grabbed Trojan’s damaged head and purposefully dug his fingers into the spots he had hammered earlier. The broken bits of skull shifted and gave way beneath the pressure. Trojan could feel his bones crack and break. No amount of reconstructive surgery could ever make the formerly vain and cocky football player look handsome again. Jack quickly jerked forward and held Trojan’s head in place. The quarterback tried to scream again, but the dick lodged down his throat prevented much sound from escaping. More hot cum flooded the dying teen’s body. The killer’s seed and Trojan’s own manhood bloated the quarterback’s stomach until the athlete’s eight pack abs were stretched out almost smooth. When Jack’s orgasm completed, he pulled out his cock and looked at his work with satisfaction.

“Please… no. I’ll give you anything...” the dying jock’s words were barely a whisper. Jack knew the signs of impending death well. However the tough all-star quarterback was not dead yet. The former stud could suffer a little more. Jack took his knife and gutted the muscular teen right down the middle. What remained of Trojan’s pecs and abs gave way to metal. Jack tore into Trojan’s stomach and threw the quarterback’s half digested balls across the room. Then Trojan’s white teeth were retrieved from his belly and scattered through the dorm. Jack took his knife and widened the cut. The exposed intestines and other organs spread out in unnatural configurations. Jack played with them like a child splashing in a puddle. Intestines were cut out and thrown across the room. A kidney was removed and tossed onto the desk. A chunk of liver decorated the dresser. Oh, and the blood. The blood went everywhere. Great splashes of dark red spread across the room. Bed, chairs, laptop, clothes, carpet, floor, ceiling, walls. Trojan gurgled in pain as Jack stabbed and stabbed and stabbed some more before reaching into Trojan’s shuddering torso and splattering across the room whatever the killer could remove. At this point there was not really even a Trojan to speak of. All conscious thought was gone and replaced with indescribable suffering. Pain that seemed unending until Jack finally dug deep enough to reach the athlete’s strong heart. With a slice and tear, the quarterback’s mighty organ beat one final time before Jack ripped off a large chunk with his teeth and swallowed the mouthful.

Trojan’s consciousness fell down a hole of bleeding teeth before slamming into the ground and stopping forever. The corpse on the bed did not resemble the beautiful man who had lived here merely an hour ago. Jack doubted anyone would recognize Trojan now. The handsome face was a broken mess, the hard muscled torso was stripped to bones and viscera, and the big dick was gone altogether. Jack was amused to see the only parts of Trojan that looked like him were his limbs. The quarterback’s thickly muscled arms and legs were covered with blood, but they looked almost as perfectly formed as when Jack had tied them down to the bed. Those strong limbs had carried Trojan to victory after victory, but like the rest of the dead stud, they were useless now. Just more wasted meat. The party continued above with nobody suspecting that their star football player had been brutally raped and murdered merely a few feet away.

Jack gathered his tools and looked around the room one final time before leaving. He paused when something caught his eye. On the wall over Trojan’s desk was a calendar. Of course the fundraising 'Campus Kings' calendar from the school’s athletics department had featured the All-Star Quarterback on a month, and of course Trojan had left the calendar on the month that showed his handsome image. Blood and intestines were dripping down the picture of the shirtless Trojan. His big muscles had been oiled and were fully flexed. Trojan’s football pants had been pushed scandalously low with the upper curves of his meaty ass and just a teasing hint of his massive cockroot visible. The same cock in the photo had been forced into the dead athlete’s stomach and now probably decorated the calendar too. Jack took the calendar down, wiped it off, and tucked it into his clothes. Perhaps he would use it to find more inspiration later, but tonight he already had his next target. Jack grabbed Trojan’s phone and reread the messages. Cody King looked like he was more muscular than his late friend had been. Jack hoped the young man would be strong enough to provide as much fun as Trojan “Thunder” McQueen, former All-Star Quarterback of the Morecock Stallions.