Jack the Hammer: Campus Kings Part 3

Happy Halloween 2024! 

I am excited to share the next installment of the Campus Kings 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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Showstopper

Freddie Wolff waved to the cheering crowd behind the gate before he swaggered through the door leading backstage. Tonight was going to be his debut performance, and the university theater was already nearly full. These student written plays were not usually so well attended, especially for more “artistic” productions like tonight’s show, but when the producers revealed Freddie had a role, students and alumni alike started asking when they could buy tickets. Tonight’s show had already sold out as had the next scheduled half dozen, and nobody had to guess why with Freddie involved.

The eighteen year old was late when he walked into his dressing room, so he was surprised Jennie, who was both the makeup artist and costume designer, was not waiting for him. Instead he found a note reading “Hurry up and get changed. I’ll get to you last.” Freddie sighed in annoyance at being made to wait even if he was late, but he figured the show could not go on without him. He doubted the audience would leave anytime soon. Hell, the main reason he was late was because he was chatting with fans. More honestly he had been shamelessly flirting with a group of hot coeds who had been waiting in line. Freddie was definitely planning on having a private performance with some of them later tonight, but for now he should focus on getting ready. He grinned to himself while thinking at least the costume would not take long to put on. 

Freddie took off his jacket and shirt before sitting down. At six feet in height, he was unusually tall for a competitive gymnast, but his dedication and raw talent had allowed him to exceed people’s expectations time after time. A look in the mirror explained why he had landed this role despite never having acted before. He was boyishly handsome with baby blue eyes. His blond hair was cut short on the sides but spread out in longer curls up top. His muscles looked like they had been sculpted from marble. Thick arms bulged even when not flexed, and his huge pecs were more than strong enough to support his muscular arms. His trim waist rippled with the shredded muscles of his deeply cut eight pack abs, and his carefully toned legs kept him perfectly balanced with their incredible strength and flexibility. Every inch of his hard body was covered in golden tan skin, which would soon be even more golden after the glitter-speckled gold makeup was applied.

Nobody was showing up because of his thespian skills, Freddie thought as he tugged his tight pants down his thickly muscled thighs. They were coming to see this hot body. The writer and producer had talked on and on about this play being a dialogue between Frankenstein and Rocky Horror as a way of understanding post-modern expressions of commercialized masculinity in the digital age, but all Freddie needed to know was how to walk to his marks around the stage wearing only his little thong, yell some lines, flex his muscles, and then dip his dick in all the pussy that would come begging to him after the show.

He paused when he saw a calendar on the dresser. Somebody must have wanted his signature. He was Mr. February, and the photographer had dressed him up like a gymnastic cupid with a golden halo over his head and giant white wings strapped onto a definitely not regulation compliant singlet that hugged every inch of his tightly muscled body. The form fitting lycra showed off every inch of his body including the sizable package between his spread thighs. The curves of his perfectly shaped asscheeks were only partially covered by the thin material, so anybody could see the hunky athlete had no tanlines on his golden skin. Freddie autographed the calendar just beside his broad chest, which looked amazing with his arms stretched out on the rings and his legs spread over the pommel horse. Yeah, Freddie thought as he stripped off his shoes and socks, he was one hot stud. He quickly dropped to the ground and did a some rapid pushups to get more blood flowing to his dense musculature, and then he stood up and checked his reflection again. His thick biceps looked even bigger now as did his stunningly proportioned chest. He was going to look good for his fans.

Freddie pulled off his briefs and stepped into the gold colored thong. He smiled while thinking about how much effort the costume designer had to put into making a thong strong enough to keep his long dick and grapefruit sized balls contained.  The shimmering gold pouch strained to keep everything together while the narrow string could barely be seen wrapped around his hips and completely disappeared between his thickly muscled ass cheeks. He flexed and admired how great he looked almost nude like this when the world went dark. Freddie felt a cloth blindfold cover his eyes and a brush started running over his shoulders.

“Shit! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Freddie huffed as the golden makeup was rubbed onto his skin. Jennie must have been in a hurry because she was roughly plastering the coloring across his body without any of her usual careful attention. She seemed to enjoy rubbing his muscles more than anything, but Freddie did not mind a cute girl like her getting a little frisky with his body. He almost regretted thinking that when she got near his junk. He felt a tight squeeze about his balls while she lifted out the thong to apply the makeup all around his manhood.

"Watch the boys," he laughed but was secretly pleased she was feeling up the goods. Freddie thought he heard the makeup girl snort in amusement, which was really weird, but the pressure on his heavy balls lessened. Satisfied she was not going to endanger his after-show festivities, he straightened up when she tapped on his shoulders. She was even faster in applying the golden makeup to his broad back and meaty ass, but the angle of the brush felt strange compared to the rehearsal. Was she wearing lifts? Freddie could have sworn Jennie was shorter. 

“We start in ten!” the producer shouted into the dressing room before running down the hall. With amazing speed, the makeup artist whipped off the cloth over Freddie’s eyes. Jennie must have really been in a rush because he did not even get a chance to see her before the brush was jabbing at his nose and over his eyelids. He was still blinking to clear his vision when he was spun around to face the door. Freddie almost yelped when a hand slapped his bubble butt in a clear indication that he needed to get moving, and the gymnast turned actor did not need another reminder. 

Freddie rushed through the hall and down the stairs. He found the stage hands had already set everything up for him. In quick order they had everything set up just as they had during their practice runs. His arms, legs, and waist were wrapped about by wires that would lift him off a table during the play’s opening scene. While obviously an homage to Frankenstein films, the position was also definitely intended to give the audience a good, long look at Freddie’s incredible body. The set designers had even placed a mirror on stage behind the gymnast to ensure the audience would get a nice view of the thickly muscled globes of his ass. Freddie had asked for his position to look like the one he did in his famous calendar image with his muscles all stretched out and on full display along with his bulging package, but for now a small sheet was draped over his package along with abs and thighs. Only when his character was brought to life would the audience get to see everything.

Showtime, Freddie thought, as he heard the opening music end. On the stage above him, the actor playing the mad scientist hammed up lines about his obsession with creating the perfect man. The doctor wanted to use his handsome creation to fuck and dump everyone who had mocked the scientist’s ugly appearance in the ultimate revenge against a shallow, image-driven society. The table Freddie was on lifted upwards through the opening in the stage floor, and the sudden change in lighting blinded him. The gymnast actor heard the appreciative noises from the audience as he rose into view, but he restrained his reaction. His character was not supposed to be alive yet. The bright stage lights were hot on his skin, but the scene would be over before he would sweat enough to make the thick makeup run.

Finally the mad scientist finished his speech and threw a comically oversized switch, which signaled the music to rise bombastically. The nearly invisible wires pulled Freddie upward off the table until he appeared to be floating midair. Gravity dragged the sheet down, and then the show really began. The audience went silent when the sheet fell off him. That’s right, Freddie thought, they should be amazed by his great body. He seemingly floated in front of the viewers who were awestruck by the gymnast. Freddie tried to keep his expression neutral, but he could not stop a small smirk from curling at the corners of his mouth. Nobody will forget the night they got an in-person look at total package like him. 

Electric arcs began running up and down the metal poles positioned to his sides, and Freddie pretended to come alive. He slowly stretched his big muscles out like a lazy cat. At the same time he subtly twisted his waist and pushed out his chest to better show off his incredible abs and huge pecs. A slight thrust of his hips shoved his tightly packed thong forward, so there was no mistaking the outline of his huge set of cock and balls stuffed inside the golden material. Freddie locked eyes with a woman seated right in the middle of the front row. The wide eyed lady was wearing a little black dress and a string of pearls, and she literally started to drool when Freddie did a quick pec bounce. She looked ready to faint when he pulled his arms against the wires to get his thick biceps and triceps to form iron hard mounds of tight muscle.

She and everyone else here will remember the day they got to see this hot, sexy, muscular young stud, Freddie was certain. He looked around the theater and saw similar expressions as far back as he could see. They either wanted him or wanted to be him… or maybe both. Freddie watched the audience’s envious and lusty responses with glee. Then the electric sparks began, and things went wrong.

Freddie had been through rehearsals and knew how this should go. The electric currents would make some visually impressive lines of electricity arc between him and the metal rods to his left and right. He should only feel a slight tingle. There was not enough volts or amps to cause him any harm even if the wires were not grounding him. This felt different though. Freddie was not in any pain, but he could feel a difference in the air around him. Suddenly there was a sharp crack and bright flash at his thong. The already strained material gave way when a bolt cut clean through the thong’s string.

Freddie watched in horror as his thong dropped off and revealed to the audience the rest of Freddie’s incredibly built body. His muscular bubble butt, huge balls, and long cock were completely exposed for the everyone to see. Shocked gasps filled the theater as did more than a few jealous murmurs. Worse yet, dozens then hundreds of hands raised phones up from the audience. Fuck! Freddie had always wanted to become famous. He wanted to people to line up to take pictures and to share viral videos of him, but he did not want fame this way. His breakout public event was not supposed to involve him helplessly hanging naked in front of a packed crowd with his cock and balls waving in the air. Some in the audience started cheering and applauding. They could not really think this was part of the show!

Freddie looked to his left at the stage directer who was watching through the glass window of the stage door. She was yelling orders at everyone while their star hung nude in the air with his arms and legs outstretched. She was pulling on the door, but someone had apparently locked it for the show. Only the actor playing crazed doctor was nearby, and he seemed to be frozen in surprise. Eventually someone managed to drop the curtain. Unfortunately for Freddie, the curtain really dropped. The entire row of curtains fell past his eyes to the ground with a thump. Oh, just fucking great, Freddie thought. Was there anything in the theater that was not a broken piece of crap?! 

Then the stage lights turned up higher, the electric sparks grew stronger, and lightning sound effects boomed as the automated controls continued the awakening scene. This moment was when Freddie was supposed to flex his muscles for his admiring fans and roar out a line about how sexy he was. Instead he struggled to get his limbs free of the wires while trying not to think about how his movement was showing off his meaty butt that was hanging in the breeze for all to see in the mirror behind him. Freddie thought he would die on stage of embarrassment, but he was wrong about the embarrassment part.

At first Freddie was too upset to notice the tingling coming from deep in his balls. While the young actor was getting his makeup done, Jack had wrapped a wire around the wannabe celebrity stud’s massive cum factories. Then the killer had run the rest of the wire under the thong’s string. When the electricity started, Jack’s wire had fused with the wires attached to Freddie’s waist, which in turn had been connected to the device for making electric sparks. As the scene went on, the current was supposed to grow stronger until spectacular but perfectly safe electrical arcs would awe the audience, or at least that was what would have happened before Jack removed the safety grounding cable.

The fixated audience realized what was happening before Freddie did. The teenage gymnast had been giving more of a show than they had expected, and the eager crowd was drinking in every twitch and flex of Freddie’s tightly muscled frame. Many focused on how his massive pecs strained. Others enjoyed the ripples moving through his deeply cut eight pack abdominals. Yet others were enraptured by the gymnast’s incredibly honed arms. However most had already seen those parts of Freddie before, so much of the audience was staring at the athlete’s manhood as he started getting hard. The youth’s strong legs yanked at their bindings, which made Freddie’s huge cock and balls bounce with every tug, and the crowd roared in approval and whistles when Freddie’s horse hung dick began growing longer and thicker.

Freddie heard the audience’s cheers and looked down past his sweaty pecs to see his cock plumping more by the second. Familiar and unfamiliar tingling sensations spread through his groin as his dick unfurled in record time. He did not even have time to think about willing himself soft before Freddie’s footlong manhood was pointed straight at the applauding audience. Freddie felt a flush of embarrassment heat up his body, or was that the electricity? Either way the audience was enjoying the show without any sign of knowing how wrong things were going, and the sweating teenager was still strung up helplessly above the stage with his big dick waving at the crowd and their phones. 

The gymnast’s struggles increased as the jolts of electricity grew stronger. Little pops of electricity stung like insect bites when they arced into his perfectly tanned skin, yet the pain was not enough to get his hardon down. The horny young man wished he had not been saving up his spunk for a wild celebration tonight because his large balls were hanging heavily with his load. Fucking hell, Freddie thought as he looked down again, his dick was even starting to leak precum. Another wave of shame rushed over him as he imagined how many phones were zooming in on his now throbbing cock to catch the dribbles of his sperm dripping off his cockhead and running down his long shaft. He would never be able to show his face in public again.

Finally the oaf playing the mad scientist had the idea of actually helping him, Freddie noticed. The scientist was wearing a monstrous looking mask to symbolize how others see him, which was fine with Freddie since he never wanted competition from the actually handsome actor. However as the mad scientist carried a ladder towards Freddie’s position, the gymnast wondered if the other man was taller than usual or if that appearance was because Freddie seeing him from higher up, but no, when the mad scientist climbed up the ladder, Freddie was certain the other man was at least a head taller than he should be.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Freddie screamed and twisted away from the other man, but the gymnast was still solidly tied up his spread out position.

“Your biggest fan,” the man ripped off his mask and revealed the burn scarred face of Jack the Hammer. The audience ooohed in appreciation at the plot twist, but Freddie screamed in very real fear as Jack pulled out from his pants a long, golden tube. The vibrator had been covered in gold plating of the exact same color as Freddie’s thong. As Freddie struggled harder than ever to break free of the wires holding him up, Jack held the vibrator under the teen’s shaft to let him and the audience see the two had the same dimensions. Both were a foot long with enough girthy inches that even Jack’s big hand barely reached around the shaft. Jack smeared Freddie’s precum and sweat across the vibrator before pulling it away.

“Be glad your cock leaks so much, you vain slut, because that’s all the lube you’re going to get,” Jack sneered and put the slickened vibrator at Freddie’s asshole. So much attention had been focused on the jock’s dick that the audience had not been looking at the meaty ass muscles that were quivering with the gymnast’s struggles. Too late Freddie tried to clamp down, but the motion only made his butt cheeks tighten into perfectly carved muscular globes right when Jack slammed the vibrator deep into its new home.

Freddie’s ear splitting roar of pain drowned out his audience’s shocked gasps. Chaos ensued with the realization that this was not some sexualized performance art piece but the actual rape of one of the university’s top athletes. Some ran to the exits, some pushed towards the stage, but most watched in amazement and terror as Freddie’s incredible muscles strained from the pain of his tight, virgin ass being split apart by the golden vibrator. Freddie kept screaming as Jack kept shoving the vibrator until only the thicker end stuck out between the gymnast’s bubble butt. The electric currents surging through the athlete’s body activated the battery powered device, and even the backrow audience could see the sex toy jump to life with rapid vibrations. Some of the audience rushed the stage in the hopes of saving the agonized student’s life, but as soon as one man grabbed the stage’s edge, a powerful shock knocked him off his feet. 

Jack turned towards the audience and gave a wide, twisted smile before saying, “I would not touch the stage if I were you. The entire edge has been wired into the same backup generator whose safeties I removed before the show. Instead enjoy the first and final performance of our slutty star here. I know I will. Adieu.”

With those final words Jack slapped Freddie’s quivering ass before grabbing a rope that quickly yanked him up into the stage rafters. Some security guards raced outside in the hopes of catching the vanished killer, but most of the audience could not look away from the strung up student athlete. The electricity was even brighter now with several arcs running up and down Freddie’s body. His baby blue eyes were bulging, and his handsome face twisted in agony.

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Freddie screamed, but nobody was willing to risk their lives to approach the stage. Instead they watched and recorded as Freddie’ perfectly formed muscles strained to their maximum while more and more power zapped the gymnast’s shuddering body. Sweat rolled off Freddie in waves each time he tried to pull himself free. Dark burn marks were beginning to mar the teen’s clear, tan skin as electric arcs twisted deeper into their victim’s trapped flesh. Red welts were growing across Freddie’s thickly muscled arms and legs. His biceps and triceps bulged, flexed, and thrashed pointlessly, and his thick thighs were locked in a struggle between trying to help push out the vibrator in his ass and trying to free his kicking legs from the restraining wires. The overcharged vibrator was trying to burrow deeper into Freddie’s body until his core muscles were shaking from the vibrations. His tightly carved eight pack was rapidly clenching and shuddering from the forceful motions twisting their way up from the powered dildo in his violated ass, and as the vibrator went deeper the thicker end pressed up against Freddie’s previously virgin prostate. 

The new pressure forced Freddie’s thick twelve-incher to spurt more precum than some men’s entire loads. Many in the audience pointed and focused their cameras on the gymnast’s throbbing dick. Most of the crowd thought Freddie was cumming, but the horny teenager and the women he had fucked in the audience knew this was the prelude. Freddie burned with humiliation almost as much as his overheating body burned from the electrical current being pumped into him. Tears and sweat ran down his handsome face as he looked down at his jerking cock and the enthralled audience beyond who were also staring at his spurting dick. He felt, and the crowd saw, his oversized, golden tanned, shaved smooth balls pull up tight against his trembling body. Freddie prayed something would happen to save him from this painful degradation. Then the vibrator in his ass disappeared with a slurping pop deep into the gymnast’s meaty ass.

Freddie roared again as the overcharged vibrator’s thick end mercilessly worked over the athlete’s prostate. His hips fucked the air with his red, swelling dick. Freddie’s baby blue eyes rolled up from an overwhelming mixture of new pain and unbelievable pleasure, his hard muscled body shuddered like a rag doll in a tornado, and his big cock blew the biggest load in the oversexed teenage stud’s life. 

The audience screamed, some in delight and others in disgust, as Freddie’s pulsing cock shot rope after rope of hot, thick jock cream all over the audience in the front of the theater. Freddie’s attempted rescuers along with those who had snapped up front row tickets suddenly found themselves drenched with the athlete’s sizzling cum. Phones that were not whited out by the handsome gymnast’s virile load recorded every detail of Freddie’s muscular frame spasming like he was having a seizure while his big dick kept going off like a firehose. His heavy orbs bounced up and down in their sack as his electrified prostate was forced to keep pumping more loads out of his literally red hot cock. Some people pulled back as the teen’s prodigious cum splattered across them and their seats while some people rushed forward to enjoy Freddie’s bountiful blessing. A few women even tried to save some of his seed in the hopes of having children from the beautiful hunk’s obviously superior genes, but sadly they would find that the usually virile jock’s sperm had already been fried by the electricity. 

While his audience was responding with shock to his display, Freddie was having to actually experience everything. The orgasmic pleasure was the most amazing he had ever experienced. No sex had come close to this feeling, but he was also in incalculable and growing pain. His boiling hot cum burnt its ways through all of his sex organs from his balls to his cock. Every shot felt incredibly good and like he was frying his manly assets, which was exactly what was happening. Each load brought a new high along with a feeling like a punch in his nuts. His blurring vision could barely make out the screaming audience, but he noticed with some pride that the hot chick in a black dress had a new pearl necklace thanks to his cum along with a facial of his hot seed. Being able to shoot that far had to be some kind of record, he thought, just before the electric arcs grew even brighter.

Freddie’s already shaking body started twisting and jerking in random directions with greater and greater intensity. Freddie was no longer in any real control over his own body. His athletically honed muscles were slaves to the currents. Blood appeared where the wires cut into his unnaturally flexing musculature along his arms and legs. The red liquid sizzled from the heat. Sweat was carrying off all of Freddie’s glitter specked makeup and leaving his increasingly browned skin exposed. His once perfectly tanned and toned skin was becoming pockmarked and bloody as electric arcs ripped out small chunks of flesh. Part of his gorgeous face began to sag. Cords of muscle bunched and twisted beneath his skin in sickeningly uneven patterns. His mammoth pecs squeezed and tightened down to the point of looking like they would rip through his skin any second.

Freddie kept cumming despite the damage to his body, but even a virile stud like Freddie had his limits. The once indescribable orgasmic high had only become more and more painful as his tank was emptied. His once heavy balls were now decidedly average in size, yet the nonstop electric current would not let his now dark purple cock stop cumming. The audience watched as his loads finally grew smaller and smaller until they could not clear the stage. Then Freddie screamed, and the audience did the same, as his balls suddenly pulled up into his body just before a thick bulge moved down his wildly spasming cock. With sickening slurps, Freddie’s dense but now mostly liquefied ballmeat splattered out of his dick in five bloody spurts. Freddie roared again as more slurried meat from what had been his prostate and seminal tubing was dredged out of his insides and joined his balls in a puddle on the stage. Then, like a party balloon popping, the head of Freddie’s footlong cock exploded. The nearby audience screamed some more as blood and chunks of Freddie’s manhood blew across them. They barely had time to recover from the shock when Freddie caught on fire.

The carefully coiffed blond curls on top of Freddie’s head had survived thus far because of Freddie’s sweaty skin, but the electric currents and bright stage lights had been drying out those handsome locks. Freddie wailed in new agony as the top of his head went up like a matchstick. The fire licked across the sides of his head and down to his eyebrows in seconds. His arms twisted and strained, his hands shook in pain and effort, but he had no way of reaching, much less stopping, the inferno. His already damaged face set in a mask of unspeakable suffering. The electricity grew even stronger.

The audience flinched as the electric arcs became almost blinding. For several seconds, all they could hear was Freddie’s banshee screeches cutting through the loud sparks and zaps of electricity. As their vision adjusted, they could see Freddie’s body jerking wildly, like a man possessed by demons. His once golden tan skin was now closer in coloration to a cooked goose. Electric arcs drilled black char marks into formerly perfect muscles, and each new strike ripped out a new scream from Freddie along with a flash fried chunk of flesh. The fire on his head crept down his broad shoulders and back with new flames licking up the drying sweat and spreading further.

Suddenly Freddie thrust forward again. His hips lifted the bloody remains of his cock into the air, but that was not where the audience nor Freddie was focused. Freddie’s beautifully carved eight pack abdominals were welted but otherwise undamaged, and they now crunched into diamond hard relief. The flexed abs would normally look incredibly tight, but this time they were starting to bulge outwards. Blood and gore burst from the gymnast’s formerly toned stomach, and renewed screams emerged from the audience as they were showered in bits of muscles, intestines, and stomach. The golden vibrator protruded from the ruined mess that had once been Freddie’s proudly displayed eight pack. While the audience watched, the overcharged vibrator rapidly shook and tore bigger gashes in Freddie’s lower torso. 

Freddie was lost in a world of pain to the point where he barely understood what had happened, but he could see the audience’s reaction and knew how bad things must be. He started the night wishing he would be a star, but now he only wished he would die to end his suffering. Unfortunately the strong, fit body he had spent years building was too tough to stop so easily, and instead his agony increased more as his once flawless skin started sloughing off.

The intense heat and electricity had weakened his flesh until the fat under his skin was cooking off. Once tight skin that seemed shrink wrapped to his toned muscles had loosened to the extent that sections sagged off his body like a formerly fat man who had quickly lost over a hundred pounds. His spasming body threw off sheets of damaged skin. The fire and electric arcs cut out dozens of chunks of melted flesh. Now the audience near the stage started pulling away as one, but they were too late. Like a dog shaking water from its fur, Freddie screeched and shuddered while throwing off his fried skin. 

There were matching screams from the audience as bloody flesh splattered across them. Chunks of muscle soon followed. Without any skin to protect them, Freddie’s muscles now were fully exposed to the electric current. For a brief moment, his bloody muscles looked almost as perfectly formed as they had when he had been lifted from the table, but quickly fires broke out on his remaining subdermal fat. Electricity blasted off more flesh, which brought new screams from the audience and left bleeding craters in Freddie’s body. His immense pectorals seemed to draw the most strikes now, perhaps because of how much they jutted out from his chest. Freddie had a moment to regret having spent hours in the gymnasium to build up those incredible pecs before they were torn into by jolt after jolt of current. Arcs gouged out deep holes from the massive cluster of muscles, and Freddie screamed with each new gash burned into his shuddering body.

The audience was divided between those who were fleeing and those who were frozen in spot. Many were unable to look away as the object of their worship burned and fried before their eyes. Others died as the stampeding crowds crushed their fellows in abject panic. Freddie could only catch of a glimpse of this panic because his beautiful baby blue eyes exploded in their sockets. Fire lapped up inside the grisly eyesockets like that of a comic book character, but Freddie had no immunity to the flames. He felt as the fires seared into his skull. His ears flayed and crisped before falling apart, and his nose sagged downward as the cartilage released. Freddie opened his mouth in another scream only to feel his perfectly white teeth shatter in his mouth. Arcs of electricity danced in his gaping mouth, and only the fact that he no longer had a stomach prevented him from vomiting. Instead the vibrator continued to shake so rapidly that it was digging a trench through Freddie’s lower abs towards the ruined remnant of his once proud cock.

Freddie’s formerly thick pecs were barely recognizable. The once firm muscles were riddled with scorch marks and had begun to melt into a gooey slurry of fried meat, which ran down his body into the cavity torn into the athlete’s former abs. His once hard arm muscles sagged pitifully in their wire traps. Tongues of flame licked around the places where the wires touched flesh. Hard biceps and triceps had been reduced to sizzling meat that was literally falling off Freddie’s bones. His equally toned legs were even worse. The gymnast’s strong feet and calves were falling to pieces before the audience’s eyes. Chunks of scorched thigh muscles fell to the stage and sizzled as the hot, bloody meat kept cooking from the powerful energies being released above.

Freddie let out one final scream, a roaring finale to his short but brilliant acting career, just as the electric current was released at full power directly into his body. What was left of his muscles and organs exploded. The people remaining near the stage were splattered with the last chunks of Freddie’s formerly imposing muscles. The only thing left of Freddie on stage was a burning skeleton suspended on wires. The flash fried bones had been fused together in a twisted parody of Freddie’s famous calendar pose, but there was no handsome face, hard muscles, meaty ass, or big package here. The only feature that stood out was an open mouthed skull locked in a position of complete agony.

Then, as the remaining audience watched and the recording phones documented, a golden halo and a pair of wings lowered from the ceiling. They settled in place so the screaming skeleton was framed like a sweet Cupid. However above the halo was a sign with the words “THIS SLUT LOOKED LIKE AN ANGEL, BUT HIS BODY WAS MADE FOR HELL” printed in large letters. 

The university and the police banned the photos and videos of the incident, but of course the whole thing was on the internet. Some had even livestreamed the whole thing. A candlelight vigil was held for Freddie and those who died in the crush of bodies trying to flee the theater. The authorities promised to find and apprehend the killer, but everyone knew they had made no progress in solving the campus murders thus far. Calls for appointing a special investigator grew louder, and the mayor promised the federal government would be sending more resources and people soon. 

Many people mourned the death of Freddie Wolf, but others became fans of Jack the Hammer. Some wanted to feel that kind of power over other people, some were envious of those who got ahead based on their appearance instead of talent, and some wanted to watch sexy studs get raped and murdered. Jack expected all of this, and he also welcomed the change. The strong prove themselves by living and by taking, and Jack was confident he would come out on top.