Where There's A Will: Chapter 10

Only one chapter this week.....but hot damn. 

Chapter Ten

Arnold’s chambers sprawled across nearly half the floor of the east wing, an opulent den of decadence and control. It was his throne room within the manor, the place where he watched over his carefully curated collection of men—his pool boy, his landscaper, his toys—each one under his domineering thumb. The towering wrought-iron windows stretched from floor to ceiling, casting skeletal shadows against the antique rugs and carved wooden panels. Beyond the glass, the manicured gardens lay drenched in darkness, the ferocity of the storm rendering the carefully sculpted topiary into monstrous silhouettes.

Cody hesitated as he pushed open the heavy oak door, the weight of the chamber’s silence pressing against him. Brent stood just behind, clad only in his damp gym shorts, the faint sheen of sweat on his broad, chiseled chest catching the flickering glow of the antique sconces. The air smelled of aged leather, sandalwood, and something else—something rotten beneath the surface.

The cavernous room was a study in excess, every inch dripping in power and indulgence. Along one wall, an ornate fireplace held low, flickering flames, their glow licking across the rich mahogany paneling and pooling over the stately four-poster bed at the room’s center. A heavy velvet canopy draped the frame, the deep crimson fabric pooling to the floor like spilled blood.

At the center of the massive bed, was Brent’s duffel bag, unceremoniously dumped onto the silk sheets. Resting upon a pillow, still and silent, was a tape recorder. 

Brent’s muscles tensed, the deep ridges of his torso tightening as he approached the bed. His shoulders, broad and powerful, twitched as if sensing something unseen. He reached for the small device, fingers curling around the cool plastic, his breath hitching in his throat.

“This wasn’t here when I arrived,” Brent murmured, his voice edged with quiet horror.

Cody’s sharp gaze flicked between the tape player and the painfully handsome quarterback. The storm outside threw flashes of erratic silver light across Brent’s face, illuminating the cut of his jaw, the tension in his brow. “Well, whoever put it there is gone now,” Cody said, though the words felt hollow.

His eyes swept the room, landing on the massive armoire standing ominously beside the double doors. The intricate carvings of rearing stallions and hunting dogs seemed to snarl in the dim firelight. Cody touched on Brent’s shoulder and motioned towards the towering piece of furniture.

“We should barricade the door,” Cody muttered. “Make sure they can’t get back in.”

Brent nodded, setting the recorder down. Together, they pushed against the monstrous weight of the wardrobe, muscles flexing, veins rising beneath golden skin. The wood groaned as they shoved, the sound swallowed by the raging wind outside.

Above the fireplace, the regal portrait of Arnold gazed down upon them, his expression one of cold amusement. Neither man noticed the quick flicker of movement in the painting’s right eye—an almost imperceptible shift of a living thing. Something – or someone – was watching.

Cody turned, exhaling sharply, his gaze falling on the recorder. A lump formed in his throat as he looked back at Brent. “You don’t have to play it.”

The football star approached the bed and picked up the recorder. Brent held the device like a cursed object, fingers tracing the worn edges. “You told me that you got one too,” he said, his voice unreadable. His throat bobbed. “I guess Arnold left one for all of us.” He swallowed hard, turning the player over in his hands. “I can’t stand hearing that fucking voice again,” he admitted, his eyes dark with unease.

A pause.

“But if it holds some kind of clue… that fortune could save my family.” His voice dropped, something else creeping into his words—something raw, something unspoken. “It could save us.” 

The moment hung between them, thick and electric. Cody felt the weight of Brent’s words settle deep in his chest. It was that unspoken desire between them, formerly forbidden, now aching. Brent’s lips parted slightly, his breath shallow. Cody felt his pulse quicken.

With a resigned breath, Brent pressed play.

The crackle of static filled the room, crawling over their skin like cold fingers.

Then, a voice.

Arnold’s voice.

“Dear, dear Brent. How tragic that my untimely death should occur just before we were to dedicate our lives to one another. Forever.”

Brent flinched. His shoulders locked tight, muscles rigid with unease. Cody stepped closer, his palm sliding against the hard plane of Brent’s back, the warmth of his touch grounding him.

The voice continued, smooth and insidious.

“But even though I am in such a state that I cannot consummate our nuptials, I still intend to follow through on the terms of our contract. And I assume you will, too.”

Brent sucked in a sharp breath, his entire frame going rigid. “He—he still wants to go through with it?” His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with revulsion.

Arnold’s voice carried on, unbothered by the horror it provoked. “Oh, my handsome Brent. Can’t you understand that I wish to be with you always? Even in death. Can’t you find it in your heart to live up to our agreement—to be mine, unspoiled, forever?”

A pause. A breath of silence.

And then:

“If not, I fear your weakness will destroy you, my handsome lad… and that loathsome landscaper as well.”

Thunder shattered the moment, the walls rattling as lightning split the sky.

“That’s enough!” Cody snarled. Fury surged through him like wildfire. He grabbed the tape recorder and hurled it across the room, watching with savage satisfaction as it slammed into the wardrobe, shattering against the wood. The speaker crackled, distorting Arnold’s voice into something guttural, monstrous, before dying out entirely.

Silence swallowed the space.

Cody turned, his chest heaving, his pulse hammering against his ribs. Brent stood frozen, his tanned skin pallid, his lips parted in silent disbelief. There was a wetness in his eyes that he quickly blinked away.

Cody moved without thinking, his hands finding Brent’s broad shoulders, his grip firm. “He’s dead,” he murmured. “Don’t forget that. He can’t hurt us. Neither can the others.”

Brent exhaled shakily, nodding. Some of the color returned to his face.

Cody drew closer, his voice low. “I think I know where the fortune is. The old bastard had a ton of work done in the family plot this summer—by the mausoleum. It’s why I was always on the south lawn near your place. He didn’t want me anywhere near it.”

Brent smirked, some of the tension breaking. “And I thought it was because you wanted to see more of me.”

Cody matched his grin, their eyes locking, heat rising between them. “Well, there was that, too…” 

The air between them turned electric. A pull, undeniable, a longing left unchecked for too long. Brent’s fingers curled into Cody’s arms, their bodies shifting closer, and then—

Their lips together, a rush of heat and hunger igniting between them. Cody’s hands roamed, tracing the lines of Brent’s back, pulling him closer. Brent gasped against Cody’s mouth, his fingers pushing into his red hair, their bodies pressed tight, huge muscles taut and aching.

But then—Brent stilled. His eyes flicked toward the ruined tape recorder. Then to the bed.

His voice turned cold. “No.” He said firmly, “Not here.”

Cody followed his gaze, understanding dawning.

Brent’s jaw clenched. “Not in his room. Not on his bed.”

Cody nodded. His eyes landed on the opulent bathroom beyond. A marble expanse with golden fixtures and a massive, decadent shower.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

“Then why don’t we get cleaned up?” He tilted his head toward the gilded entrance.

Brent let out a breath.  “Now that,” he murmured, voice rich with promise, “sounds like a plan.” 

Like the rest of the manor, the bathroom was a temple of excess, a monument to Arnold’s opulence and grotesque indulgence. The floor was a checkerboard of polished black and white marble, each tile gleaming under the golden glow of the chandelier suspended overhead. Massive mirrors stretched from the vanity to the ceiling, reflecting the lights from sconces mounted along the walls. 

At the far end of the chamber, the shower loomed—an architectural marvel of hedonism. Recessed into the marble wall, the enclosure was a lavish, almost voyeuristic display of wealth, fronted by thick, seamless glass that was only broken by the presence of a heavy door in the center. Above, the rainfall showerhead set into the ceiling, promised complete immersion, its gilded fixtures glinting under the dim light.

Cody sauntered into the cavernous bathroom, his muscular frame filling the doorway. He was eager to take off his plaid shirt. The fabric strained against his bulging pectorals and biceps, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, sinewy forearms. His jeans hugged his powerful thighs and the prominent curve of his cock, which nestled to the side, an enticing bulge that drew the eye. He opened the door to the shower and reached inside, turning the knob and allowing the water to heat up, steam beginning to fill the spacious enclosure.

Brent followed close behind, his own physique a stunning contrast to Cody's rugged, hairy build. The young quarterback was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of tight athletic shorts that left little to the imagination. His smooth, tanned skin glistened under the bathroom's bright lights, a deep golden hue that spoke of countless hours under the sun. Brent's abs were a perfect eight-pack, leading down to a narrow waist and hips that flared out to his thick, muscular thighs. As he moved, his massive cock strained against the fabric of his shorts, growing with excitement.

The two men turned to face each other, their eyes roaming over each other's bodies with undisguised hunger. 

Cody reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it off, exposing his broad, muscular torso blanketed with a dusting of red hair that narrowed into a treasure trail leading down to the waistband of his jeans. His nipples stood out proudly on the expansive canvas of his hairy chest. Cody's biceps and triceps flexed as he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers before shimmying out of his jeans. As he pushed them down his sculpted legs, his cock, now free of its denim confines, curved upwards and to the side, the flared head already glistening with a bead of precum. A tastefully trimmed bush of pubic hair surrounded the base of his shaft, which pulsed with each heartbeat. The hunky landscaper stood in front of Brent – 6’2 and 280lbs of muscle, his 12.5” cock throbbing, precum already drizzling from the tip. 

Brent watched, transfixed, as Cody revealed his rugged, masculine beauty. Emboldened, the young quarterback hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down, his massive young cock springing free. It stood straight forward, the thick shaft a deep, tanned brown, the bulbous head an enticing pink. Brent's 15” cock was a thing of beauty, long and girthy, with a prominent vein running along the underside. His heavy, cum-filled balls swung low in his sack, the size of small apples. The contrast of their cocks, one curved and hairy, the other straight and smooth, was a study in masculine perfection. 

Cody whistled, “Fucking hell,” he said, admiring Brent's nude frame with envy, “I gotta stop jerking off,” he said, a smile lighting up his face. 

Brent looked at him, a glimmer of bashfulness in his eyes. Though the 18 year old was 6’4 and more than 300lbs of powerful, sculpted muscle, the king jock of his school, he felt himself craving Cody’s validation. He wanted to submit himself to this handsome red-headed hunk who had rescued him like some prince charming from the clutches of a storybook villain. 

As they stepped closer, the heat from the shower and the electric tension between them seemed to meld their bodies together like two sculpted statues coming to life. Cody's eyes flicked down to Brent's crotch, watching the young stud's massive cock bob and twitch with each step, the thick shaft and heavy balls drawing him in like a magnet.

Brent's gaze remained locked on Cody's chiseled torso, admiring the way his hairy chest and abdomen rippled with each movement, a living testament to his rugged, masculine power. He could see the deep cuts of Cody's eight-pack abs, each one a perfect square of muscle that begged to be touched and tasted. As they closed the distance between them, Brent's cock brushed against Cody's thigh, leaving a smear of precum on the coarse red hair.

They came together in a collision of sweat-slicked skin and throbbing, aching flesh. Cody wrapped his burly arms around Brent's slim waist, pulling the younger man flush against his hairy chest. Brent's own arms encircled Cody's neck, his fingers playing with the short, red hairs at the nape of the older man's neck. They stood there for a long moment, their cocks trapped between their bodies, pulsing and leaking against each other.

Cody's hands roamed the smooth expanse of Brent's back, feeling the play of muscle beneath the taut skin. He dipped his head, burying it into Brent’s neck. Cody inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the clean, masculine scent of the huge musclejock. He nuzzled into the crook of the young man's neck, his stubble rasping against the smooth flesh as he breathed in the aroma of sweat, soap, and something uniquely Brent. Cody's hands continued their exploration, drifting lower to squeeze the firm, heavy globes of Brent's ass. He kneaded the taut muscle, feeling it flex and clench beneath his touch. 

Brent let out a soft moan, tilting his head to give Cody better access to his neck. His own hands slid down to Cody's shoulders, fingers digging into the dense, corded muscle. He could feel the heat radiating off of Cody's body, could see the way his hairy chest was flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. The sensation of Cody's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his own was driving him wild with lust.

Cody pulled back slightly, his green eyes dark with desire as he looked at Brent. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he jerked his head towards the steaming shower. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice a low, husky rumble. His hands slid around to grip Brent's ass, almost lifting the younger man up slightly as if to carry him into the shower.

Brent stepped in first, quickly followed by Cody. Yet the moment his foot touched the marble of the shower floor, he felt something—a faint give beneath the stone, like the subtlest shift of weight where there should have been nothing but solid marble. His brow twitched, a flicker of awareness trying to take hold in the back of his mind.

But then Brent’s hands were on him, hot and eager, fingers dragging down the planes of his back, and whatever unease had begun to form in Cody’s mind evaporated like mist.

The heat was unbearable in the best way. The second Brent stepped inside, the glass door clicking shut behind them, the steam enveloped them both, clinging to their skin, wrapping around their bodies like silk. Droplets of water cascaded from the ceiling, drumming a slow, hypnotic rhythm against their flesh. The sensation sent a shudder through Cody, the heat of the water colliding with the heat already pooling low in his stomach. 

He wasted no time.

As they moved into the spray, Cody pressed Brent's back against the cool, tiled wall. The contrast of the cold surface against their heated skin sent a shiver down their spines. Cody captured Brent's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into the warm cavern of the younger hunk's mouth. He explored every inch, tangling his tongue with Brent's own, tasting the unique flavor that was all his own.

Brent moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Cody's hair as he kissed back with equal fervor. He could feel Cody's cock throbbing against his own, the heat and hardness of it searing him even through the fog of lust clouding his mind. Brent's hands slid down to Cody's shoulders, his nails digging into the slick, hairy skin as he pulled the landscaper closer.

Cody's hands slid around to grip Brent's ass, kneading and squeezing the firm globes as he ground his hips against the younger man's.The head of his cock caught on the underside of Brent's shaft with each thrust, smearing it with his leaking precum. Brent gasped and moaned, his fingers tangling in Cody's hair as he bucked his own hips to meet the older stud's thrusts.

"Fuck, Cody," Brent panted, his voice ragged with lust. "Your cock feels so good against mine. I want to feel every inch of you against me." 

Cody growled lowly in response, his blue eyes dark with desire as he stared down at Brent. "You like that, don't you? Feel how hard I am for you, how much I want you," he rumbled, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips. His short red pubic hair, damp from the shower spray, rubbed deliciously against Brent's groin.

Brent could only moan in response, his head falling back against the cool tile as Cody's chest hair stimulated his sensitive skin. The contrast of the rough, hairy torso and the slick, hard muscle beneath was driving him wild. He could feel every ridge and valley of Cody's abs as they pressed against him, could count each one as they undulated with the hunk's movements.

Brent's lust-addled mind was consumed with the feel of Cody's rugged body against his own. In a moment of reckless abandon, he slid down the slick tiles until he was kneeling before Cody, his face level with the landscaper’s throbbing erection. Brent's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Cody's massive, curved cock, the flared head an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. The musky scent of Cody's arousal filled his nostrils, making Brent's own cock twitch and jerk against his stomach.

Unable to resist, Brent leaned forward and dragged his tongue along the underside of Cody's shaft, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed with each heartbeat. He savored the salty-sweet taste of Cody's precum, relishing the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. Brent's hands came up to grip the base of Cody's cock, feeling the thick, wiry pubic hair tickle his palms as he steadied himself.

Cody let out a guttural groan, his hips jerking forward as he felt Brent's hot mouth envelop the head of his cock. His hands came down to tangle in the younger man's hair, gripping it tightly as he guided Brent's head further down his length. "That's it, you fucker," Cody growled, his voice rough with lust. "Put that pretty quarterback mouth to work."

Brent moaned around the thick flesh stretching his lips

Brent relaxed his throat, allowing Cody to push his head down further, taking more of that massive, footlong cock into his mouth. He could feel the head nudging the back of his throat, and then with a rough thrust of Cody's hips, it plunged past his tonsils and into his gullet. Brent gagged and choked around the thick intrusion, tears springing to his eyes, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he looked up at Cody with pleading, lust-hazed eyes, silently begging for more.

"Fuck, your throat feels so good squeezing my cock," Cody grunted, his grip tightening in Brent's sandy brown hair as he started to thrust in and out, fucking the football star's face. Drool leaked out around the corners of Brent's stretched lips, dripping down his chin and onto his heaving chest. The obscene sound of gagging and slurping filled the steamy shower as Cody used Brent's mouth ruthlessly.

Brent could only moan and whimper around the thick flesh gagging him, his own cock throbbing and leaking a puddle of precum onto the shower floor. He loved the way Cody was dominating him, taking what he wanted, using him for his pleasure. It made Brent feel owned, possessed, in a way that set his blood on fire.

"Take it all, you cock-sucker," Cody snarled, slamming Brent's head down to the base, burying his massive cock to the hilt in the tight, wet heat of Brent's throat. He held him there, grinding his pelvis against Brent's face, making sure he was fully hilted before pulling back and slamming in again. Cody set a brutal pace, fucking Brent's throat with deep, powerful thrusts that made the football star's eyes water and bulge.

"FUCK Brent, your throat is tight," Cody grunted, sweat dripping down his hairy chest and abs as he used Brent's mouth like a cock sleeve. "Take it all. Show me how much you love choking on my big alpha cock." 

Brent could only gurgle and gag around the thick meat stretching his gullet, drool splattering his chest as Cody railed his throat. The taste of Cody's musky, sweaty pubes filled his senses as the stud’s heavy balls slapped against his chin with each rough thrust. Brent's own 15” cock jerked and throbbed, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the tile floor. The depravity of the act, being used so ruthlessly in a shower, only heightened his arousal.

"Look at me while I fuck your throat raw," Cody commanded, his green eyes blazing with lust and dominance as he stared down at Brent. "I want to see you pleading”. Brent's eyes, hazy with lust and watering from the brutal throat fucking, struggled to focus on Cody's face above him. He could see the hunk’s chiseled jaw clenched in concentration, a sheen of sweat dripping down the rugged planes of his face. Cody's eyes were dark and intense, blazing with a primal hunger as he stared down at Brent with a fierce, almost feral expression.

"Mmmmph!" Brent moaned around the thick cock stretching his throat, the sound vibrating deliciously along Cody's shaft. He wanted to show Cody just how much he loved being used like this, how much he craved the rough treatment. So he relaxed his throat as much as he could, letting Cody's cock sink even deeper, feeling it pulse and throb against his tonsils.

Cody grabbed a fistful of Brent's hair and yanked him upwards, pulling the younger man to his feet, his cock popping out of his mouth with a wet THWOP. Before Brent could regain his bearings, Cody captured his lips in a searing, dominating kiss. He plundered Brent's mouth with his tongue, tasting the lingering flavor of himself on the football star's lips. Brent moaned into the kiss, his own tongue tangling with Cody's as he melted against the older hunk's muscular frame.

Without breaking the kiss, Cody spun Brent around and slammed him face-first against the cool tile wall. The sudden change in position made Brent gasp, his pectorals heaving as he caught his breath. Cody pressed himself against Brent's back, the coarse hair of his chest rasping against the smooth skin of the younger man's thickly muscled shoulders. He could feel the firm globes of Brent's ass pressing against his aching cock, and he couldn't resist grinding against the taut cheeks.

Cody reached down and gripped Brent's ass, kneading the firm muscle as he slicked his massive cock up and down the deep cleft of the quarterback's asscrack. The head of his cock caught on Brent's fluttering hole with each pass, making the younger man shudder and moan. Cody's calloused fingers dug into the meat of Brent's ass, spreading the cheeks wider to expose his entrance.

"Mmmmph, FUCK!" Brent moaned, arching his back to push his ass more firmly against Cody's grinding cock. The sensation of the thick, hard shaft sliding between his asscheeks, catching on his hole with each pass, was driving him wild with lust. He could feel the heat radiating off Cody's muscular body, could smell the heady, masculine scent of his arousal. It made Brent's own cock throb and leak against the cold tile, his hips twitching with the urge to hump something, anything.

Cody's fingers dug into the meat of Brent's ass, spreading the cheeks wider as he notched the swollen head of his cock against the quarterback's tight, puckered hole. He could feel the heat emanating from Brent's core, the way the ring of muscle fluttered and clenched around the tip of his dick. It took all of Cody's willpower not to slam forward and bury himself balls-deep in that perfect ass right then and there.

Leaning down, Cody pressed his lips to the side of Brent's neck, his beard rasping against the smooth skin as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive flesh. He could feel Brent's pulse jumping beneath his lips, could hear the way the younger man's breathing hitched as he waited for what was to come.

"Tell me you're ready for this, Brent," Cody murmured against his neck, his voice a low rumble. “I won’t go further if you don’t want me to,” he said firmly. But behind it was the whisper of a promise. A steadiness and tenderness that neither would admit, but both wanted. A care and affection that came from the heart. 

Brent nodded, the broad expanse of his muscular chest rising and falling, “I want you to,” he said, turning his head, locking eyes with Cody. Electricity flowing between them. An understanding. That phrase, I want you, too, holding a deeper meaning for both. 

Cody nodded and then, with practiced movement, the muscular red-head grabbed Brent's hair tighter, wrenching his head back as he began to slowly, gently push forward. The bulbous head of his massive cock stretched Brent's tight hole as he slid inch after thick inch inside the quarterback's clenching heat.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Cody grunted, his voice rough with lust. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be split open on my fat dick?"

Brent could only moan and whimper in response, his back arching as he felt himself being filled and stretched in a way he never had before. Each inch of Cody's huge cock was a new sensation, a new level of fullness that made his own painfully hard shaft throb and leak against the wall.

"F-fuck – Cody – I need it... I need your big cock..." Brent panted out, pushing his hips back to take more of Cody inside. He could feel the older stud's heavy balls coming to rest against his ass, could feel the thick shaft pulsing deep inside him as Cody pushed himself all the way in.

Then, Cody started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained inside, before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt inside the hugely muscled young quarterback. He set a steady, intense rhythm, fucking into Brent with deep, powerful thrusts that made the younger man see stars, Cody’s hips slapping against the hunk's massive, golden ass-cheeks with each rough, pistoning thrust. The lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the steamy shower as Cody's pace grew faster and harder, spurred on by Brent's wanton moans and cries.

"That's it, take my fucking cock like the fucking slut you are," Cody snarled, one hand releasing its grip on Brent's hair to grab a fistful of the firm, sculpted ass in front of him. He squeezed the taut muscle roughly, kneading and spreading Brent's cheeks as he jackhammered his thick cock deeper and harder into the clutching heat of the younger man's hole. "You wanted this all summer – now fucking TAKE IT” He spat.

Brent could only hang onto the wall for dear life, his fingers scrabbling against the slick tile as Cody used him like a cock sleeve. Each brutal thrust pushed him up onto his toes, the force of it making his own massive cock bounce and slap against the wall, leaving streaks of precum on the cool surface. Cody panted, sweat dripping down his chest and abs as he rutted into Brent like a man possessed. "You love being split open on my huge fucking dick, don't you? Love having your hole stretched and filled and used?"

"Yes, FUCK YES!” Brent said, his voice low, guttural, as he pushed his achingly hot ass cheeks up and into Cody, focusing on the rhythm as the stud jackhammered him.

Cody's hips slammed against Brent's ass with brutal force, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the steamy shower as he fucked into the quarterback with wild abandon. His massive cock was a blur as it pistoned in and out of Brent's stretched, clenching hole, each thrust pushing the younger man up onto his toes and making his own huge shaft bounce against the tile.

"Take it, you fucking whore," Cody growled, one hand gripping Brent's hip hard enough to leave bruises as the other reached around to wrap around the base of the boy's weeping cock. He squeezed the thick shaft roughly, stroking it in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts. "Milk my fucking cock with this greedy ass. Show me how much you fucking love it."

Brent could only scream in ecstasy, his back bowing as pleasure bordered on pain. The mix of sensations was overwhelming - the brutal pounding of his prostate, the tight grip on his cock, the degradation falling from Cody's lips. It was all too much, and he felt his release building at a breakneck pace.

"Fuck, Cody, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" Brent wailed, his ass clenching down HARD on the pistoning cock splitting him open. His own shaft jerked and throbbed in Cody's grip, the swollen head flaring as his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave.

Cody showed no signs of slowing down, his hips slamming against Brent's ass with a force that shook the young man to his core. The brutal, jackhammering thrusts struck Brent's prostate dead-on with every pump of Cody's muscular hips, sending bolts of electrifying pleasure shooting up the quarterback's spine.

Brent's eyes rolled back in his head as the intense sensations consumed him, a litany of garbled moans and cries spilling from his lips. He could feel something building deep in his massive, virile balls, a pressure and tension he had never experienced before. It was as if a dam was about to burst, and the force of it made his own titanic cock jerk and throb wildly against Cody's stroking fist.

"Yes, fuck yes, right there!" Brent practically screamed, his voice echoing off the tile walls as Cody's cock pummeled his sweet spot with ruthless precision. "Don't stop, fucking RUIN ME with your huge dick!"

Cody snarled, sweat pouring down his chiseled face as he rutted into Brent like a wild animal. The sight of the younger man coming undone on his cock, the way his ass clenched and rippled around his pistoning shaft, only spurred him on. He could feel his own release fast approaching, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body.

Brent's massive cock erupted like a fucking volcano, the first orgasm of his young life slamming into him with the force of a freight train. A massive, quart-sized eruption of hot, thick cum blasted from the tip of his shaft, splattering the shower wall with a huge fucking load. Rope after rope of jizz painted the tile, as Brent's muscular body convulsed and shuddered through the mind-blowing climax.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Brent screamed, his voice raw and ragged as he gushed what felt like a gallon of baby batter all over Cody's fist and the shower floor. His asshole clamped down HARD on Cody's pistoning cock, rippling and milking the thick shaft as if trying to wring out every last drop of cum.

Cody let out a guttural roar, slamming into Brent one, two, three more times before burying himself balls-deep and unleashing his own massive load. Hot, thick spurts of jizz flooded Brent's guts, pumping into him in seemingly endless ropes. Cody's cock jerked and throbbed as it emptied its heavy balls deep in the quarterback's spasming ass, the sheer volume of cum making Brent's stomach swell slightly.

"FUCK TAKE MY LOAD," Cody howled, grinding his hips against Brent's ass as he filled him up. Brent's eyes crossed and rolled back in sheer ecstasy, drool leaking from the corner of his slack mouth as the most intense pleasure he'd ever known consumed him. His massive cock continued to erupt like a geyser, pumping out a truly enormous load of thick, hot spunk. It seemed to go on forever, spurt after massive spurt splattering against the shower wall and pooling on the floor at their feet.

Cody's hips jerked and spasmed erratically as he emptied his huge, swollen balls deep inside Brent's spasming hole. Jet after jet of molten cum flooded the quarterback's insides, the sheer volume making his already taut belly swell and bulge obscenely. Cody gripped Brent's hips hard enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises as he ground against him, making sure to push every last drop of his massive load as deep into that perfect ass as possible.

"Fuck, I can feel you cumming so hard on my cock," Cody panted harshly, his voice ragged from exertion and pleasure. Brent could only whimper and moan incoherently in response, completely lost to the overwhelming sensations wracking his muscular body. He had never known pleasure like this, had never dreamed anything could feel this amazingly incredible. It was like every nerve ending was on fire, every cell in his body thrumming in ecstasy.

But then, amid their panting breaths, there was an ominous whirring and several sharp clicks. 

Machinery. 

Somewhere within the walls. Something coming alive.

Brent's eyes shot open wide in shock and sudden, excruciating pain as he felt sharp spikes suddenly erupt from the tile wall directly in front of him. Before he could react, the cruel points pierced his massive, over-sensitive stallion cock, causing him to let out a blood-curdling scream.

"AAAAAUUUGGGHHHH! OH FUCK, IT HURTS! GET THEM OUT, GET THEM OUT!" Brent shrieked, thrashing in agony as he felt the spikes digging into his most intimate flesh. Tears streamed down his face at the unimaginable pain of being impaled on the wall of the shower.

Cody's eyes widened in horror as he saw the spikes bursting from the wall, immediately realizing the deadly danger they were in. He tried to pull Brent away from the wall, but it was too late. Brent wrenched his brutalized cock free with a howl of anguish, a spray of blood and cum arcing through the air.

But as Brent fell backwards in a panic, he inadvertently impaled Cody on the spikes that had erupted from the opposite wall. Cody let out a yelp of surprise and pain as the cruel points pierced his muscular back and thick, muscular glutes, the sharp points driving deep into his flesh.

"FUCK, GET OFF ME!" Cody roared, trying desperately to push Brent away. But his efforts only served to drive himself further onto the wicked spikes jutting from the wall behind him

Brent's eyes widened in horror as he saw the spikes erupting from the wall behind Cody, matching the ones that had just savaged his cock. In his panicked state, he stumbled backwards, trying to put distance between himself and the impaling projectiles.

But in his haste, Brent's flailing limbs and the wet, slick, cum-soaked tile floor conspired against him. His feet slipped out from under him, and he fell forward with a startled cry. As he tumbled, his massive, blood-slick cock and heavy balls swung like a macabre pendulum, driving the cruel spikes protruding from the opposite wall directly into Cody's muscular back.

"AAAHHHH, FUCK! GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Cody bellowed in agony and outrage, feeling the searing pain of the spikes piercing his flesh. He clawed desperately at Brent's shoulders, trying to push the younger man away, but it was too late.

The spikes began to rotate with a sickening whir, their cruel points twisting and drilling deeper into the soft tissue of Cody's back. Cody screamed again, a raw, primal sound of suffering as the rotating projectiles began to tear through his muscles and sinew.

Brent scrambled to regain his balance, slipping and sliding in the mixture of blood, cum, and water on the shower floor. His eyes were wide with shock and horror as he watched in disbelief at the grisly scene. Then, the water stopped – and an ominous crackle could be heard in the air, followed by that damned voice:

Arnold. 

Arnold’s voice slithered through the unseen speakers, thick with malice and twisted amusement. 

“Oh, Brent. My beautiful, foolish Brent. It was such a simple request. And yet, you denied me.” His voice dripped with mock sorrow, a sickly-sweet parody of disappointment. Then, a low, breathy chuckle—cold, indulgent, reveling in the torment on the other side of the glass. “You could have had everything. Everything, my dear boy. And now? Now you have nothing. Only regrets as the walls finally close in on you.” 

Then, almost a whisper, thick with venomous promise— “At least you can take solace in one thing... soon, you will fulfill your contract and be with me. Forever.”

Brent’s entire body locked, every muscle drawn tight with sheer, unrelenting terror. Then, all at once, panic detonated in his chest like an explosion.

"NO! NO, NOOO! STOP THIS, YOU SICK, TWISTED OLD BASTARD!" His voice was raw with hysteria, his desperation animalistic. He spun, fists hammering against the slick glass walls, his powerful frame shaking with each thunderous blow. The sound barely echoed—deadened, absorbed by the suffocating heat and the thick plumes of steam that swirled around them like ghosts.

Arnold only laughed, his voice disembodied, everywhere and nowhere at once.

With a violent lunge, Brent threw his full weight against the door, his broad, muscular frame slamming into the glass with bone-jarring force. The impact sent ripples through the steam, his breath coming in ragged, frantic bursts. He struck again, and again, a frenzy of brute strength and blind terror.

But the door did not budge.

The walls did not crack.

There was no escape. 

Behind him, Cody could only gurgle and choke out strangled screams as the drills continued their brutal work, eviscerating his muscular body with ruthless efficiency. The walls crept closer, the mechanical whir growing louder and more ominous as the rotating drill-spikes inched towards their impending victims. Brent and Cody were trapped in a waking nightmare, their once glorious bodies about to be reduced to bloody ruins.

Cody's muscular back arched in agony as the spikes tore through his flesh, shredding his thick shoulder blades and lattissimus dorsi muscles. Crimson blood sprayed from the wounds as the cruel points chewed through his body, the force of the drills threatening to tear his torso clean off his spine. His sculpted triceps and biceps were ripped to shreds, the once rock-hard muscles now hanging in bloody tatters.

Brent's eyes widened in horror as he watched Cody's body being brutally eviscerated mere inches in front of him. The spikes closed in on his own back, the points digging into his perfectly sculpted shoulder blades. He screamed as he felt the searing pain of his flesh being torn open, his smooth skin flayed by the spinning blades.

Cody's head lolled to the side, his chiseled jaw slack and eyes rolled back in their sockets as the drills ripped through his neck, severing his spinal cord and drilling into his skull. His massive, muscular frame shuddered and convulsed, blood pouring from the gaping wounds in his throat and back. The drills chewed through his chest, shredding his powerful pectorals and abs, his rock-hard eight-pack

The drill-spikes crept closer, the mechanical whir growing deafening as they bore down on their helpless prey. Cody's muscular thighs and calves, once so powerful and sexy, were now being ripped apart by the merciless, spinning points. His massive, cum-filled balls were shredded, the heavy orbs splattering against the tile wall in a gruesome display of ruined manhood.

Brent's eyes bulged in terror as he felt the spikes pressing into the firm globes of his own ass, the points digging into his smooth, hairless skin. He screamed until his voice was raw and hoarse, watching in horror as the drills tore through Cody's thick, muscular buttocks, the once taut cheeks now reduced to bloody, mangled messes.

The rotating spikes closed in on the boys' most intimate and prized possessions - their enormous, magnificent cocks. Cody's massive, 12-inch monster was the first to be caught by the cruel points, the head and shaft instantly shredded as the drill bits came from behind to burrow through the sensitive flesh. Thick ropes of blood and severed cock meat sprayed across the shower wall as the drills continued their grisly work, reducing Cody's incredible manhood to a mangled, unrecognizable mess.

Brent's screams reached a fever pitch as the unrelenting walls closed in, the drill-spikes protruding from the front wall now mere inches from his blood-slicked, muscular body. In a final, desperate attempt to escape the nightmarish trap, Brent braced his hands against the wall in front of him and tried to stop its advance with all his remaining strength. This only served to force his incredibly sculpted, 300-pound frame of rock-hard muscle further onto the cruel, spinning points awaiting him.

As Brent's chiseled chest and washboard abs collided with the drill-spikes, the merciless blades instantly sank into his flesh, shredding through the taut, hairless skin and the thick, roped muscles beneath. Crimson blood sprayed from the gaping wounds as the points ripped through his pectorals, serratus anterior, and rectus abdominis, flaying the once-perfect physique in a gruesome display of raw, exposed musculature.

Brent's head lolled back, his handsome face contorted in agony, as the spikes from behind simultaneously impaled him from the other side. The cruel points tore into the meat of his ass, shredding the firm, muscular globes and exposing the red, glistening flesh beneath. The drills chewed through his hamstrings, quadriceps, and calves, the once-powerful legs that had carried him as an All-American quarterback now twitching and spasming grotesquely 

Brent's monstrous, 15-inch cock, a vision of virile male perfection, was the next to meet its grisly fate. The drill-spikes from the front slammed into the thick, veiny shaft with a sickening crunch, instantly shredding the sensitive flesh. Thick, pulsing ropes of blood sprayed from the mangled cock as the merciless blades tore through the bulbous head, flaying the once-magnificent manhood into an unrecognizable, bloody mess.

Brent's massive, cum-bloated balls, each the size of a tennis ball and churning with untapped seed, were next to suffer the same fate. The spiked walls closed in, impaling and shredding the heavy, muscular sack, the cruel points bursting through the thick, wrinkled skin and exposing the pulverized, ruined testes within. Thick, viscous cum and blood poured from the eviscerated balls, mixing in a sickening puddle on the shower floor.

As the drills continued their relentless assault, Brent's hugely muscular frame was stretched taut between the two sets of impaling spikes, his body contorted in a grotesque parody of his former athletic prowess. The once-gorgeous musculature of his back, shoulders, and arms was ripped apart, the thick, roped tendons and muscles hanging in bloody, tattered strips. His chiseled face, now a mask of agony and terror, stared down the spikes pushing in from his front, the sharp tips drilling into his forehead, mouth and cheeks.

Brent's eyes, once a vibrant hazel, now glazed over and stared in shocked horror at the gruesome sight before him. As the walls closed the final inches, the drill-spikes that had already eviscerated Cody's once-incredible body now impaled Brent's own muscular frame, piercing the bloody, ragged wounds that had already been torn into his back and chest. The cruel points sank deep, the spinning blades tearing through the last remnants of his flesh and muscle, until the two former studs were grotesquely entwined, their ruined bodies pressed together by the unrelenting force of the closing walls.

The drills roared with a deafening mechanical scream, the spikes spinning at an astonishing speed as they bore down on the helpless, impaled boys. In a matter of seconds, the once-gorgeous musculature of Brent and Cody's godlike bodies was reduced to a pulped, unrecognizable mess. The spinning spikes churned and ground their rock-hard pecs, washboard abs, and bulging biceps into a grotesque, bloody paste, the thick ropes of muscle fibers shredding like overcooked noodles. 

As the walls came together, the drill-spikes plunged into the last remnants of Brent's incredible muscular ass and thighs.They tore through his quads and hamstrings. The powerful legs that had once sprinted across football fields now a tangled, pulped ruin. The cruel points sank deep, piercing the already shredded flesh and grinding against the shattered bones beneath. The force of the impact drove Brent's ruined body even harder onto the spikes protruding from Cody's eviscerated torso.

The drills screamed and wailed as they tore through the final scraps of their once-glorious musculature, the spinning blades pulping and liquefying the rock-hard, virile bodies into a thick, bloody slurry. Brent's chiseled jaw and handsome face was ripped apart by the merciless spikes, the once-vibrant hazel eyes bursting like overripe fruit and splattering across the churning blades.

Cody's sculpted physique, already reduced to a bloody mess, was ground into the same gruesome fate as the walls closed the last remaining inches. The drills shredded the last scraps of his muscular ass, the firm, hairless cheeks now nothing more than a thick, red paste. 

With a shuddering, metallic clang that echoed through the chamber, the walls slammed together with a sickening finality. The drill-spikes, now thoroughly coated in the blood and viscera of their gruesome handiwork, suddenly sank back into the tile, disappearing from view. The once-thrashing bodies of Brent and Cody, now nothing more than grotesquely entwined piles of shredded meat and pulped flesh, plopped downwards and splattered into gory heaps upon the shower floor.

For a long, heavy moment, the only sound was the distant rumble of thunder and the patter of rain against the windows. Then, with a hiss and a gurgle, the shower head sputtered to life once more, the drain cover in the middle of the shower floor receding to reveal a large circular opening that led directly into the sewers below. The water from the shower, running clear and clean, began to pour down onto the macabre scene.

At first, the flow towards the drain was a sickening shade of red, the blood and gore of the two eviscerated studs swirling and eddying in the fluid. Thick, viscous clumps of flesh and sinew, barely recognizable as human remains, clung to the tile before being washed away by the insistent pressure of the water. The shower drain groaned and gurgled as it struggled to handle the sheer volume of blood and viscera, the once-pristine tile now slick with a glistening sheen of crimson. 

The water continued its relentless assault, slowly diluting the blood and washing away the gruesome remnants of the once-incredible bodies. The shower drain struggled to cope with the sheer volume of gore and water, the once-clear drain hole now a churning, crimson vortex. With each passing second, the tile floor was stripped of its macabre coating, the water running cleaner as the last vestiges of Brent and Cody's existence swirled down the drain and disappeared forever.  The once-magnificent musculature and breathtaking virility of the two young men had been reduced to a bloody memory, their lives cut tragically short in the most brutal and cruel fashion imaginable. As the shower continued its cleansing cycle, the rain pattered on against the glass, the storm beginning to abate as the night grew long and the mansion settled into an eerie, unsettling silence.