Where There's A Will: Part 14

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Chapter Fourteen

Eddie smirked.

Standing in the bedroom, in front of Gibson on the couch, the cocky personal trainer slipped a phone from his pocket, his fingers gliding over the screen. Within moments, the overhead speakers pulsed to life, filling the room with high-tempo electronic beats, the heavy bassline vibrating through the air.

Eddie turned his gaze toward the long, black leather couch positioned just in front of the bed and tilted his head toward it, an unspoken command in the motion.

Gibson, already sweating, took the hint. He moved to the couch, lowering himself down with a slow, heavy breath. His thick, flabby gut spilled over the edges of his robe, his fingers twitching at the fabric as he settled in.

Eddie stood before Gibson, his towering, muscle-laden frame bathed in the dim glow of the overhead lights. The pulsing bass of the electronic music thrummed through the walls, vibrating the air between them, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that his body instinctively responded to. His powerful hips swayed just enough to tease, the flex and roll of his sculpted core visible beneath the razor-thin fabric of his sky-blue tank top. Each undulation of muscle was a performance, an exhibition of flesh and power, of control and temptation.

On the black leather couch, Gibson shifted, his bloated frame sinking into the plush material. His beady, skeptical eyes locked on the hunky muscleboy before him. His hand, absent-minded and crude, scratched lazily at the unruly patch of wiry grey pubes peeking from the folds of his open silk robe. He reeked of old liquor and sweat, but even in his jaded lechery, there was something unspoken in his stare—something reluctant but undeniable.

Eddie caught it. He always did.

A slow, knowing grin spread across his face, that perfect set of teeth glinting in the low light. He let his hands drift to the hem of his tank top, playing with it, teasing, before slowly—oh so slowly—peeling it upward. His muscles rippled as the fabric slid over the carved terrain of his abs, the defined ridges flexing like sculpted marble beneath tanned, flawless skin. He lifted it higher, exposing the deep valley between his pecs, the bronzed slabs of muscle twitching as he breathed, the faint sheen of sweat catching the light like molten gold.

The tank top finally slipped free from his thick biceps, leaving him bare from the waist up. His nipples peaked under the cool air on top of thickly mounded pectorals, and the heavy ridges of his traps and delts looked almost too big for his own frame. He stood there for a moment, exuding dominance, letting Gibson take in every inch of him.

Gibson huffed, his lip curling in something between disgust and intrigue. He took a long, sloshing swig from his beer. “Whaddya think you’re doing, pretty boy?” His voice was a phlegm-ridden croak, half-drunken bravado. “You think you can just dance your way into gettin’ a cut of the old man’s fortune?”

Eddie chuckled, deep and rich, the sound vibrating straight through his perfect chest. He dragged his palms down the ridges of his abs, feeling every dip and groove before letting his fingers toy at the waistband of his gym shorts. “Already have, haven’t I?” He said with an undercurrent of bravado. “Right now I’m just here to have a little… fun,” he purred, his voice laced with sinful promise. “And since our interests are aligned, maybe I could persuade you that we could have a very productive business relationship.”

His blue eyes locked onto Gibson’s, sharp and knowing, before he turned. A slow, deliberate movement, his back now facing the older man, his muscles shifting under the taut expanse of his bronzed skin. His traps, his lats—each ridge of his back was a testament to perfection, to power crafted through years of discipline and sweat. But Gibson wasn’t looking at his back. No, his piggish little eyes were riveted to the real masterpiece—the thick, golden mounds of Eddie’s ass.

Eddie hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black workout shorts, teasing the motion, playing with the tension before finally peeling them down. The fabric clung to him, fought to stay in place, before surrendering and slipping past the carved swell of his glutes. Inch by agonizing inch, his shorts descended, revealing the obscene curve of his backside, sculpted to perfection, each rounded cheek flexing involuntarily as he shifted his stance.

And then—there it was.

A pink thong, scandalously tiny, barely containing the sheer mass of him. The elastic band sat high on his hips, digging into his hard, v-tapered waist, while the thin strip at the back disappeared between his cheeks, emphasizing their impossible roundness, their muscular fullness. The front—well, the front was an entirely different beast. His heavy cock, thick and half-hard, stretched the fabric to its limits, the obscene bulge tenting the delicate material. Even at rest, it was monstrous, the sheer weight of it causing the thin strap to pull downward slightly, making it seem like at any second, he’d spill free.

Gibson sucked in a breath. He didn’t even realize he had.

Eddie turned again, slow, controlled, his movements effortless. He let his hips roll, just slightly, the thong shifting, his balls swaying heavily with the motion. He watched as Gibson shifted uncomfortably on the couch, as the old man’s own stubby, pasty cock twitched pitifully in the folds of his robe, a flicker of movement that did not go unnoticed.

Eddie smirked.

“You like what you see, Gibson?” His voice was low now, teasing, dark with amusement. He ran a hand down the center of his chiseled torso, over his abs, letting his fingers ghost dangerously close to the waistband of his thong, tugging it just enough to make Gibson wonder. “Maybe I can help you like it even more…”

Eddie stood before the couch, now practically nude and revealing his god-like physique in all its glory. His broad, muscular chest and chiseled six-pack abs rippled as he flexed, each muscle group popping and dancing to the pulsing electronic beat. Eddie's biceps swelled, veins bulging along his arms as he pumped his massive musculature into a flex, showing off his the thick peaks of his biceps. His tan skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, highlighting the deep cuts and definition of his muscles.

Below his washboard stomach, Eddie's Adonis belt lines tapered down to a narrow, muscular waist. His powerful, V-shaped physique was a testament to countless hours of grueling workouts and a dedicated fitness regimen. The pink thong struggled to contain his massive, semi-erect 14-inch cock, which strained against the flimsy fabric. His heavy, cum-filled balls rested low in his sack, the size and weight of them apparent even through the thin material.

Gibson's eyes roamed over Eddie's stunning physique, his gaze lingering on the young hunk’'s bulging muscles and the prominent outline of his enormous dick. Eddie could see the fat slob's own small cock twitching and hardening in his robe, betraying his arousal despite his skeptical exterior.

Smirking confidently, Eddie dropped to his knees in front of Gibson. He reached out and grabbed one of Gibson's chubby, sausagelike fingers, bringing it to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the digit as he began to suck on it slowly, sensuously. His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the skin, as he locked eyes with Gibson.

"We could work very well, Gibson," Eddie murmured around the finger in his mouth, his voice low and seductive. "I can make this so much easier for you. Arnold’s companies, your newfound wealth. We could do a lot together, you know."

As he spoke, Eddie took Gibson's finger deeper into his mouth, his lips stretching around the thick, sausage-like digit. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he applied more pressure, his tongue stroking along the underside. His other hand reached up to rub and squeeze the flabby skin of Gibson's inner thigh, inching dangerously close to the fat slob’s beer-can thick 7” cock, bloated and quivering inside his robe.

Eddie's piercing blue eyes never left Gibson's face, gauging his reaction, watching for any sign of weakening resolve. He could feel the heat radiating off the repulsive slob's body, could see the flush spreading across his doughy cheeks. Eddie knew he was getting to him, could sense Gibson's resistance crumbling under the onslaught of lust and temptation.

Gibson, panting heavily, looked up at Eddie with a mix of lust and disgust. "Stand up. Turn around and present that fuckin' ass, boy. I wanna see what I'm gonna be destroying tonight," he growled, his voice dripping with perverted hunger.

Eddie smirked confidently, feeling like the alpha in this situation. He stood up and turned around slowly, his sculpted back muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin. The pink thong clung to his hips, the fabric riding up between his rock-hard ass cheeks. Eddie grabbed the straps and yanked them to the side, exposing his tight, virgin hole to Gibson's lecherous gaze.

"How’s the view?" Eddie taunted, reaching back to spread his cheeks wider apart. His heavy, cum-filled balls rested low in the tight thong, the outline of his massive, throbbing cock clearly visible. 

Gibson licked his chops, drooling at the sight of Eddie's perfect, sculpted ass. He was on his knees in an instant, burying his face between those glorious globes. His fat, sloppy tongue dragged over Eddie's hole, the taste of his sweat and musk filling the old slob's senses. Gibson groaned like a beast, grabbing two handfuls of Eddie's firm, round cheeks

Gibson motorboated Eddie's perfect ass, burying his face deeper between those rock-hard cheeks. "Fuckin' hell... This is a damn fine hole," Gibson groaned, his voice muffled against Eddie's skin. "Taste like fuckin' heaven, it does. Can't get enough."

Eddie moaned wantonly, arching his back to push his ass harder against Gibson's slobbering mouth. "Ohhh fuck, Gibson... FUCK your tongue feels so good. Eat that ass, yeah... Tongue-fuck it deep," he panted, his own massive cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum, making a sticky mess of the pink thong.

Gibson just grunted and redoubled his efforts, plunging his thick, rough tongue past Eddie's tight ring and deep into the searing, silky heat within. He fucked his tongue in and out of that perfect hole, sloppy wet sounds filling the room as he ate Eddie out like a starving animal.

"Gonna ruin this ass, boy..." Gibson promised darkly, giving Eddie's cheek a harsh smack. 

Eddie suddenly pushed Gibson away, the old man's face slick with his spit and Eddie's sweat. Eddie smirked down at him with a wicked glint in his piercing blue eyes. "Ah ah, not so fast there, G-Daddy. As much as I loved your sloppy tongue action, the real main event is about to start," Eddie taunted, reaching for the brown package on the bed.

He tore it open, revealing a monstrous black dildo nearly as thick as a man's arm. The veiny, textured shaft tapered into a bulbous, mushroom-shaped head. Eddie smirked wider as he saw Gibson's eyes widen at the sheer size of the toy.

"Well, well,” Eddie said, turning the heavy object over in his hands, his muscles gleaming in the light of the room. “Looks like Arnold had good taste..” He smirked. “Let’s see how well this bad-boy works.”

Eddie placed the huge dildo on the bed in front of Gibson, who looked on with a smirk. The musclebound trainer turned around and stepped over the enormous toy. He squatted down, his muscular thighs flexing and bulging as he hovered above the throbbing shaft. The pink thong stretched taut across his heavy, cum-filled balls and the thick root of his massive cock.

Gibson watched in awe and trepidation as Eddie slowly lowered himself, his tight pink pucker kissing the tapered head of the dildo. Eddie's back arched, his abs clenching as he pushed down harder, the bulbous tip popping past his ring and sinking into his hot, tight hole.

Eddie grunted, his face contorting as he forced himself to take more of the enormous dildo. "Ungh, fuck... It's so big," he groaned, his ass clenching and unclenching around the invading girth. "Gonna... ungh... stretch this out so good..."

He kept pushing down, his heavy balls resting on the bed as he slowly engulfed half the massive shaft. Eddie's cock throbbed and jerked in the tight confines of the pink thong, precum spurting through the fabric.

"Fuck, Gibson... can't wait to feel your fat cock of yours wrecking my ass." Eddie panted, starting to slowly bounce on the dildo. The wet, obscene sounds of his tight hole being stretched filled the room.

He reached back and grabbed Gibson's wrist, pulling the old man's hand to his ass. "Feel that? Feel how fuckin' tight I still am, even as I sit on this huge fuckin' monster?”

Gibson shuddered at the feeling of Eddie's hot, stretched hole clenching around his fingers. He could only imagine how incredible it would feel around his own aching cock. The sight of the gorgeous, young musclehunk  impaling himself on a dildo was almost too much to bear. By this point, Eddie’s hot hole had almost swallowed the entire thing to its base.

As Eddie bounced and writhed his huge muscular body on the massive dildo, Gibson's eyes fell upon a small, sleek remote control that had tumbled out from the box onto the bed. A wicked grin spread across his pudgy face, seeing an opportunity to tease and torment the sexy young muscleboy even further.

Without a word, Gibson snatched up the remote and pressed the button marked "VIB 1". Instantly, the dildo roared to life, its powerful vibrations filling the room. The intense stimulation made Eddie cry out in surprise and pleasure, his back arching as he gripped the bedsheets tightly. His nike-sock clad calves flexing as he pushed himself up and down the huge shaft.

"Ohhh fuuuuck! FUCK!" Eddie wailed, his eyes rolling back as the dildo's relentless pulsing sent shockwaves of ecstasy through his body. "Holy shit, Gibson! You fuckin' bastard, you didn't say it was gonna vibrate!"

Eddie's ass clenched and spasmed around the thick, rumbling shaft, his inner walls gripping it like a vice. The feeling was so intense that he could feel his massive cock throbbing and jerking in his thong, the fabric growing damp with the sheer volume of pre-cum leaking from his tip.

Gibson watched with sadistic glee as Eddie squirmed and moaned, the remote control still clutched in his pudgy fist. "Heh heh, looks like you're enjoyin' that, boy.”

Gibson, seeing Eddie so deliciously debased and desperate on the vibrating dildo, couldn't resist pushing the sexy young man over the edge. With a wicked grin, he pressed the "VIB 3" button, cranking the intensity up to its maximum setting.

The dildo roared to life with a fierce, unrelenting buzz, its surface quaking and pulsing against Eddie's most intimate places. The sudden surge of overwhelming sensation made Eddie throw his head back with an animalistic roar, his eyes crossing and rolling back in sheer ecstasy.

"OHHH FUUUUCK, GIBSON! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!" Eddie screamed, slamming his rock-hard ass cheeks up and down the thick, rumbling shaft with wild abandon. His muscular thighs quivered and his abs clenched as he bounced feverishly, chasing his rapidly approaching climax.

The feeling was too much for the gorgeous young stud to take. As the dildo's intense vibrations pushed him past the point of no return, the huge musclehunk let out a guttural moan that echoed off the walls. His massive, 14-inch cock throbbed and jerked violently before exploding like a geyser through the stretched fabric of his pink thong.

Rope after thick, creamy rope of Eddie's hot, potent seed erupted from his cock. Spurts shot through the overstretched material like a sieve, soaking it, and landing in wet ropes onto the bedspread below. 

Eddie's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as he slammed his hips down, taking the dildo to the hilt as his ass clenched and spasmed uncontrollably. "OHHH GOD, GIBSON! I'M... I'M CUMMING!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. His entire body flexed, his huge muscles quivering as he roiled in an orgasm. His handsome face covered in sweat.

As Gibson leered down at Eddie's hefty glutes, a wicked idea crossed his depraved mind. Still gripping the remote control, he spotted a button labeled "SPIKE" and without hesitation, he pressed it with a cruel chuckle.

Instantly, the dildo's smooth shaft transformed as a half-dozen sharp, metal spikes erupted from its surface. The jagged points pierced into Eddie's tender, stretched flesh, causing him to let out an agonized scream that shattered the air.

"AAAHHHHH! OH GOD, IT HURTS! WHAT THE FUCK!" Eddie howled, his eyes flying open wide in shock and pain. He tried desperately to lift himself off the spiked dildo, but the barbs had already sunk in too deep, locking him in place.

Gibson just laughed sadistically, watching as the huge hunk slammed forward onto the bed, writhing and screaming on the impaled toy. "Aww, what's the matter, boy? Can't handle a little pain with your pleasure?" he taunted, giving Eddie's ass a harsh smack that left a red handprint on the supple flesh.

Tears streamed down Eddie's face as he continued to struggle, but it was no use. The spikes had stabbed into his most intimate places, making it impossible for him to remove the dildo without causing himself immense agony.

As Eddie screamed and thrashed in pain, Gibson cackled cruelly, watching the sexy young man impaled and tormented on the spiked dildo. Unable to resist the urge to cause even more depraved suffering, Gibson glanced down at the remote and spotted another button labeled "RAT 1".

With a wicked grin, he pressed it, and a small hidden door sprang open at the tapered tip of the dildo buried deep inside Eddie's rectum. Inside, a starved rat that had been stuffed inside the huge toy began to stir, sensing freedom. It quickly chewed through the wax tip of the dildo, lodged deep inside Eddie’s ass. Panicked and starving, it started to chew and claw inside the golden muscle hunk. 

Eddie let out an ear-piercing scream as he felt the rat's tiny claws and teeth sinking into his most sensitive flesh. "AAAAHHHH! OH FUCK! SOMETHING IS INSIDE OF ME! GET IT OUT, GET IT OUT! OH GOD, IT'S CLAWING AT MY INSIDES!" he shrieked, his perfect muscular body convulsing in a mix of pain and revulsion.

The rat, driven mad with hunger, began to shred its way through Eddie's delicate inner walls, tearing into his soft tissue with a ferocity that made Gibson laugh with sadistic glee. Blood began to seep from Eddie's stretched, abused hole as the rodent ravaged his insides.

"Look at it go, boy! That rat's really gettin' in there and givin' your guts a good workin' over.”

Eddie, overwhelmed by the unimaginable agony coursing through his body, frantically clawed at the spiked dildo protruding from his ass. His thickly muscled abs clenched and distended grotesquely as the ravenous rat tore through his delicate inner walls, shredding his guts with its sharp claws and teeth.

With a face contorted in pure terror and pain, Eddie turned to face Gibson, his eyes wide with desperate panic. Blood spurted and drooled from the base of the dildo with each twitch and squirm of the rodent ravaging his insides.

"GIBSON, PLEASE! OH GOD, MAKE IT STOP! PULL IT OUT, PLEASE!" Eddie screamed, his voice raw and hoarse from the relentless torment. "I'M BEGGING YOU, YOU CAN'T LET THIS THING DESTROY MY GUTS! PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING, JUST GET IT OUT OF ME!"

Eddie's powerful body shook and convulsed, his muscles flexing involuntarily as he writhed on the blood-soaked bed. The pain was unimaginable, the feeling of the rat clawing through his most intimate depths pushing him to the brink of madness. He needed Gibson to stop this nightmare, to save him from being torn apart from the inside out.

Gibson leaned back, drinking in the absolutely breathtaking sight of Eddie's Adonis-like body flailing and writhing in sheer agony. The ripped, muscular physique of the gorgeous hunk was a work of art, each contour and definition standing out in stark relief as he thrashed and screamed in his pink thong. Gibson felt a surge of twisted lust seeing such a magnificent specimen reduced to this debased state.

“FUCK – OH GOD, HELP ME!” Eddie screamed. Gibson's cruel laughter echoed through the room as he watched Eddie's exquisite body convulse and spasm, the rat's movements visible through the once-perfect abdominals now. With sadistic glee, he reached for the remote and pressed the "RAT 2" button, a wicked grin spreading across his fat, unshaven face.

Suddenly, the bed beneath the writhing, screaming muscle god began to shudder and creak. Eddie's eyes widened in fresh terror as he felt the bed tilting, the movement causing him to slide and lose balance. Before he could react, the bed upended itself completely, dumping Eddie down into a dark, dank pit that had been concealed beneath it.

Eddie plummeted into the abyss, the spiked dildo still impaling his ravaged ass, the rat still clawing and gnawing at his insides. He screamed as he fell, the sound of his anguished cries echoing off the cold, damp walls of the pit. The drop was short, and Eddie landed with a bone-jarring thud on the hard, dirty floor below, the impact sending fresh waves of agony through his battered body.

Eddie, once the pinnacle of raw, masculine power, was reduced to a ruin of his former glory. His chiseled body—265 pounds of perfect, sculpted strength—was now covered in dirt and streaked with his own blood, his golden skin marred by bruises, lacerations, and the grotesque bulge that squirmed sickeningly in the center of his shredded abs.

The obscene lump wriggled, shifting within him as if gnawing to get free. His stomach, once an iron-clad wall of shredded muscle, now pulsed grotesquely with movement, the horror of its presence sending a fresh wave of nausea rippling through him.

Gibson watched from above, a twisted leer stretching across his plump, sweaty face. His beady eyes glittered with sadistic glee. He licked his lips, savoring the sight of the mighty Eddie Ransom brought so pathetically low. He could barely contain himself as he lifted his free hand in a mockery of farewell, his stubby, sausage-like fingers wiggling in cruel amusement.

Eddie’s breath hitched, his powerful chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow gasps. He locked eyes with Gibson, his once sharp, predatory blue gaze now wide with terror, glistening with the silent, animalistic horror of a man who knew, knew, he was about to die in a way that no man should.

Then—darkness.

The heavy iron lid to the pit slammed shut, plunging Eddie into the abyss.

His own screams echoed back at him, swallowed by the suffocating void.

And then—that voice.

A crackle, a pop, the distortion of old speakers buzzing to life somewhere unseen.

"Oh Eddie. If only you had listened."

Arnold’s voice slithered through the pitch-black space, smooth, cold, unhurried—amused.

"I could almost look past your duplicity in telling old Gibson about my long-lost nephew and my intention to leave the estate with him after I passed. Almost."

The pause stretched, the silence more suffocating than the darkness itself. Eddie’s heart hammered against his ribcage, a weak, desperate flutter in the face of impending doom.

"But I am not one to suffer from rats or fools. Luckily for you, you will only need to suffer with the former."

A sudden click. A hiss of static.

"Bon soir, Eddie."

Eddie’s breathing hitched as his eyes slowly adjusted to the shadows creeping in at the edges of the pit. The distant, shifting noises at first seemed like the usual creaks of an ancient house settling, the groaning whispers of a structure long past its prime.

But then—movement.

Dozens. Hundreds.

The skittering, the scrabbling, the tiny, clawed feet padding closer, slipping from the cracks in the walls, from the gaping maw of a rusted sewer grate in the corner, from unseen, hellish crevices beyond his reach.

Eddie’s body went rigid with realization.

He was not alone.

A writhing, squirming mass of emaciated rodents poured forth from the shadows like a tide of living nightmares. Their beady, soulless eyes caught the faintest glimmer of light, a thousand glints of cold, calculating hunger locked onto their helpless prey.

Then, the first one leapt. 

“NO, NO, NO! OH GOD, NO!” Eddie’s screams were raw, his voice hoarse from agony already endured. He thrashed, his powerful arms clawing at the slick stone floor, his body convulsing in a futile attempt to escape. But it was no use. He was being swarmed.

His Nike socks were no match for the ravenous rodents. They clawed and gnawed at the material until it hung in tattered ruins, leaving Eddie's powerful, muscular calves and feet exposed. The rats wasted no time before sinking their teeth into the tender skin, biting and chewing with ferocity.

Eddie's screams intensified to a fever pitch as the swarm of rats began to eat him alive, their tiny jaws and sharp teeth tearing into his exquisite flesh with a sickening ferocity. His chiseled, handsome face contorted in ultimate agony, sweat and blood mingling on his brow as he thrashed and writhed beneath the writhing mass of vermin.

The rats clawed and chewed at every inch of Eddie's god-like physique, shredding the remaining scraps of his thong and exposing his massive 14-inch cock. Even in this nightmarish scenario, his manhood was a thing of breathtaking beauty, the thick shaft pulsing and twitching as Eddie screamed and begged for mercy that would not come. Several rats began to chew through the heavy shaft and bulging nuts, their razor sharp teeth making mincemeat of his jawbreaker cock and nuts.

As the rats tore into his muscular thighs, Eddie's rock-hard quads and calves flexed and spasmed, the shredded remains of his socks dangling loosely from his ankles. His powerful hamstrings and calves, each one a work of sculpted perfection, were ravaged by the starving horde, leaving bloody furrows in the once flawless skin. 

The emaciated creatures clawed their way up Eddie's tree-trunk thighs, shredding the skin and muscle until the white of his bones began to peek through in some places. Eddie's howls of agony reached a deafening crescendo as the pain became too much to bear.

The musclehunk's screams reached a new level of primal, agonized terror as the rats began to claw and gnaw at his handsome, chiseled face. Their sharp, yellowed teeth sank into the soft flesh of his cheeks, tearing away strips of skin and exposing the bloody muscle beneath. Eddie's blue eyes, once so vibrant and full of life, now bulged in their sockets as he beheld the horrific sight of his own destruction.

As the rats tore into his face, they also began to rip and claw at the stud's taut, muscular abdomen. Their tiny claws sank into the firm, sculpted flesh of his six-pack, tearing away chunks of muscle and exposing the glistening, pink organs beneath. Eddie's intestines and entrails began to spill out from the gaping wounds, the rats eagerly tearing into the soft, fleshy tubing and devouring it with ravenous hunger.

The agony was unimaginable as Eddie felt his guts being pulled out and devoured, his life force spilling out with each torn, bloody ribbon of intestine. His muscular body convulsed and shuddered, the once-perfect physique now a grotesque ruin as the rats feasted on his internal organs. 

Even as his insides were being eaten away, the vermin turned their attention to Eddie's most spectacular asset - his incredible, muscular ass. The rats' sharp claws sank into the taut, muscular flesh of Eddie's ass cheeks, tearing away chunks of the once-perfect, bubble butt. They gnawed and clawed at the firm, sculpted mounds, leaving bloody furrows and exposed muscle fibers in their wake. Eddie's agonized screams reached a deafening pitch as he felt the searing pain of the rats devouring his most intimate and cherished asset.

His asshole, still stretched obscenely around the spiked dildo, became a focal point for the ravenous creatures. They clawed at the sensitive, abused ring of muscle, their sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh and tearing it away. Eddie howled in agony as he felt the dildo being forced out of his ravaged hole by the rats' frenzied gnawing, his bloodied, prolapsed rectum spilling out and being devoured before his horrified eyes.

His chest—those massive, impossibly sculpted pectorals, which had flexed and bounced with smug arrogance—was ravaged next. The rodents clawed and tore, stripping away the thick slabs of muscle that once made men envious and women weak. Chunks of sinew were ripped free, exposing his ribcage beneath. The white bone gleamed under the dim, flickering light, slick with blood and viscera, as more rats dug deeper, wedging themselves between the gaps, gnawing their way into the still-warm cavity of his body.

His breath was barely there now, little more than a sickly, wet rasp as his convulsions slowed. His mighty legs, those pillars of power that had once crushed weights beneath them, now twitched feebly. The rats had burrowed deep into his thighs, stripping them layer by layer until even the thick, pulsing femoral artery was exposed—until even that was chewed through, unleashing the last burst of warmth into the pit before it, too, was nothing more than cooling meat.

The screams faded. His beautiful body—his pride, his empire—was nothing more than a twitching, defiled corpse. The pit was no longer filled with cries of pain but with the grotesque symphony of hundreds of rats feasting, the wet, squelching sounds of meat being stripped from bone.

The great Eddie—legendary in his strength, in his beauty, in his dominance—was reduced to nothing. Just another meal for the vermin.

And the rats? They never stopped.