Jack the Hammer: Meat Market Part 2

Part 2 of our 2025 Halloween drop!

Colton struggled as the crowd dragged him towards the stage. The massive leather daddy was twice as massive as most of those around him, but he was still only one person against a dozen others. 

“Give us a show!”

“YEAH! Let us see that big prick you’ve been hiding in that jock!”

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

“Wiggle that fat ass for me, Colton!”

Colton’s usually impassive face was twisted in horror as he was shoved towards the stage. He turned around to see his patron’s looking at him with a fanatical lust. He looked back across the stage to see his dancers all surrounded by other customers who were making their own demands. Beyond them he could barely make out his business partner, Clark, being held down on the bar. His friend was had been stripped and was being tormented by a cheering group of men while another group were passing out drinks to all comers.

Fuck! Jack, for Colton had no doubts that the scarred man currently raping their star dancer had to be the real deal, had said the drinks were spiked with something to make everyone run wild. What would happen if they drank even more? 

“Hurry up!”

“We’re waiting!”

“Dance! Dance! Dance!”

Colton had no idea how to get out of here, but he knew he could not fight so many at once. He needed to buy some time and find an opening. Hoping his years of evaluating potential hires would serve him well, Colton began to dance.

Across the stage, the crowd had become tired of Harry’s reluctance. The hunky construction worker had been pleading for the mob to come to their senses, but nobody was listening. They were focused on his sweaty, hairy, muscular body.

“You can’t do this! You’re better than this!” Harry was saying as someone snatched his pants. The thick worker’s pants had been cut down the sides and lined with velcro tearaway strips, so a quick yank was all it took to rip them open. Harry’s muscular legs and bulging black thong came into the salivating crowd’s view. This was enough to spur the others to action. Another hand grabbed his vest and started tearing it off him. A desperate Harry slammed his hammer into someone’s side. He did not mean to do any real harm, but the patron screamed. Blood spurted from the impact site, and a broken rib stuck out from the injured man. Harry’s screams joined the other man’s as the crowd swarmed him. His helmet, vest, jock, and toolbelt were all torn off him.

“You’re gonna regret that, Harry!”

“Yeah, Harry! Haven’t you heard the customer is always right?”

“Somebody go grab his stuff.”

“Oh, hell, yes!”

“Time for a real show!”

“Hurry up! He’s strong!”

Harry pulled against his captors’ hands, but he could not quite free himself. Instead his struggles further excited the crowd. More hands roughly felt up his hairy pecs and twisted his big, furry ballsack. As Harry watched, some of the customers disappeared backstage and started bringing out various props the dancers would use during their routines. Including his industrial jackhammer. 

“We won’t need to hold him for long. Keep him still for a second.”

Harry screamed as the nailgun shot a nail into his right wrist. 

*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*

More nails pinned down Harry’s wrists, hands, feet, and lower legs. Harry’s muscular body jerked upwards with each new penetration, but the sturdy construction nails held him fast. His thickly muscled arms and legs strained fruitlessly, and his thick cock bounced in the air where it caught the eyes of Harry’s attackers.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to play with this tool for a long time.”

Harry’s felt his big dick being grabbed and twisted. Despite the rough handling and his pain, the tradesman’s cock started filling with blood. The thick prick turned into an iron hard pipe in seconds to the delighted catcalls of the audience. Then Harry screamed louder than ever before. He looked down to see the handle his screwdriver sticking out from his cock. The sadistic fuckers had slammed the tool straight down the inside of his cockshaft, and Harry could feel the cold metal tearing into his sensitive flesh with ever movement he made. 

“Fits perfectly!”

“Like it was made for him.”

A hand twisted and spun the screwdriver around. Harry had felt his dick being sounded before, but nothing like this. The metal dug into and bruised his cock with each rotation, but Harry only thought he was in pain compared to what happened next. He had closed his eyes in agony, so he felt it only a split second before he realized what was about to happen. Then he really screamed as the thick metal jackhammer bit was shoved up his asshole. The foot and a half long metal shaft tore through his insides without any mercy. More blood seeped from the around the thick shaft lodged tightly between his asscheeks. The crowd cheered when the jackhammer’s base finally squeezed against Harry’s fuzzy buttocks. Harry coughed up blood in an unholy shriek when the jackhammer bottomed out in his ass.

“Fuck yeah!” 

“Give it to him again.”

“More!”

Harry’s sweaty muscles tensed like never before as he felt the jackhammer being slowly pulled out only for him to involuntarily rise upwards when the multiple people holding the jackhammer’s handle shoved the bit all the way back into the stripper. His uncontrolled movements made the nails in his limbs rip into more of his flesh, and his penetrated dick was worked over more. A cordless screwdriver was pressed into his hairy abs and turned on. Harry’s screams ran hoarse as the crowd started drilling screws into the construction worker’s muscles.

“I’ve always wanted to screw him,” the person holding the screwdriver joked to the other men’s laughter as he readied another screw. Again the motor whined and again Harry screamed as another screw was drilled into his generously sized pec meat. Everyone seemed to want a turn as more screws were added to Harry’s muscular form. Biceps and thighs, pecs and abs, rows of glinting metal piercings tore bloody gashes into the stud’s once perfect body. Harry’s once neatly groomed beard was a tangled mess of blood and sweat. His usually confident green eyes were squeezed closed in pain and terror. His big balls fell across each side of the jackhammer that was being used to fuck him. Each furry orb was perfectly displayed between the unforgiving metal and Harry’s spread thighs, which made them a perfect target for the hammer. 

*smash*

The hammer fell down and nearly bisected Harry’s left ball in a single stroke. Harry yelled as much as his broken voice allowed, but his pain only turned on his violators. His right ball received a lighter, higher stroke that nonetheless felt to Harry like a knife blade in his guts. More blows rained down until his tough, round balls began to look more like mush than the bulging orbs they had been. 

“Fuck! I bet we could mash the cum out of those suckers!”

“Not with that screwdriver clogging his dick.”

“Wait! That can be fixed.”

Harry looked down to see what was happening and began pleading again.

“No, oh, no, no, no. God, please, no!” Harry begged. Nobody cared.

A whirring noise drowned out his cries as the handheld saw revved up. Someone held up Harry’s thick cock by the screwdriver embedded in his manhood. The big prick that so many had enjoyed watching night after night still seemed salvageable despite the damage inflicted upon it over the last few minutes. That quickly changed as the saw cut right through the base of Harry’s cock. The blade was made to cut steel rebar, which meant even Harry’s hard cock separated easily. Harry and the crowd roared as the big prick came free and was held up high in the air. 

Harry sobbed loudly as a laughing customer held out the stripper’s cock for Harry’s inspection with the screwdriver still inside his ruined manhood. Then his balls were the focus again as his big dick was nailed down to the stage right besides Harry’s head. Again and again the hammer fell on Harry’s oversized balls. The crowd’s cheered some more as one nut ruptured, and as hoped, the bloody stub of Harry’s dick spurted out a thick mess of pink tinged semen that had been squeezed straight out of his left ball. The cheers turned into laughter as the enthusiastic hammerer hit Harry’s right ball even harder. The construction worker’s last orb burst spectacularly, and the hammering customer along with everyone nearby was suddenly covered in blood, sperm, and stringy nutmeat. 

“You’re gonna suffer for that one, Harry!” 

“Make the bastard pay!”

Harry’s pretty green eyes exploded as nails were driven straight into the orbs. Another nail split down his nostrils. Someone took a hammer and slammed it against Harry’s jaw, which cracked apart the handsome man’s teeth. Another person put a screw deep into Harry’s ear. The screw tore into the opening of Harry’s skull and managed to penetrate the brain. Harry gurgled a bloody roar as incomprehensible sensations tore through his damaged nervous system. 

“Time to say goodnight, Harry!” were the last words Harry heard because then all he could hear was his jackhammer starting up. The machine roared to life and immediately began pulverizing Harry’s internal organs. His intestines were shredded by the rapidly moving bit. His abs burst open as the operator shoved the jackhammer around to liquefy the stomach. The jackhammer was pulled back and Harry felt his hips and thighs being utterly destroyed. The operator pulled the jackhammer straight out of Harry’s body, since Harry no longer really had a lower body remaining to hold onto the pistoning tool. Harry’s right hand managed to get itself free, though calling the bloody stub a hand was being generous. However the jackhammer found the bloody limb even easier to crush than Harry’s hip bones. Harry’s muscular arm was ripped to pieces by the unforgiving bit in the blink of an eye. 

Harry was nothing more than a bloody chest and head. He was blind, but he could still feel the jackhammer’s vibrations as it approached his faltering heart. The crowd made another lusty roar of approval as what was left of Harry’s torso was shredded by hammering metal. Heart and lungs were instantly pulped and scattered across the stage. Harry was already all but dead, but the jackhammer operator could not leave that formerly handsome head intact. In seconds the construction worker’s skull cracked open and the brains of the friendly stripper were turned into gooey sludge. The rest of the skull collapsed into shattered bone pieces, and before long nobody could tell which part of the grisly remains had been part of Harry’s head or arms or torso or legs. 

“Fucking A!” the jackhammer operator flooded his pants with cum. Several of his neighbors had also shot their loads. Some others had cum in their clothes while others had gotten naked to better enjoy their entertainments. He could not imagine why he had not done this sooner. This was the hottest night of his life. However even now he wanted more. He quickly looked around for other victims to enjoy. What had been happening with the other dancers, he wondered as he looked around the stage.

Earlier, when Harry was being stripped, Tarzan fought to keep free of the demanding mob. The hugely muscled blond pushed away anyone who got close to him, but there were too many people to avoid everyone all the time. Someone managed to grab a sleeve and tear it free of his shirt, which revealed a thick muscled, golden tanned arm. Another person ripped off another section of shirt to free a section of the stacked hunks cobblestone abdominals. 

“Get back! Stay away from me!” Tarzan yelled as he sought a way free, but the patrons had surrounded him and more were leaving their seats to get their hands on their favorite dancer. Finally, Tarzan went on the offensive. He roared and started swinging. The man who had torn off his sleeve screamed as his nose exploded in a spray of blood and cartilage. Tarzan slammed his fists into another man who fell backwards and shoved a half dozen other customers to the ground.  

“I’m warning you…” Tarzan started, but then grunted as someone hit him in the back of the head. The stripper whirled around to see someone had opened his prop package and pulled out one of the huge dildos he had kept inside. The large rubber cock wagged in his assailants hands as the customer reared back to slam the dildo down over Tarzan’s head again, but Tarzan tackled the man first. The crowd hooted as Tarzan wrestled the sextoy away from the man. However by the time Tarzan started standing back up, whoever had managed to open the box had passed out the contents. The maddened crowd started attacking Tarzan with his own props. His postman uniform was ripped into more pieces as customers kept hitting him with the giant rubber dildos. His head snapped back as one dildo caught under the jaw. Tarzan wiped some blood from his nose and punched the man square in the stomach, but while he was doing that others starting hitting him from the other sides.

With a loud pop, the last seem holding his shorts on gave out and his lower half was only covered by his bright electric blue thong. Tarzan snarled and headbutted the man who had ripped off his shorts, and then he grunted when another blow tore into his shirt. His dark blue postman shirt ripped down the middle. The nearby men drunkenly screamed at seeing the thickly stacked muscleman’s richly tanned upper body. Despite the bruises that were already forming on his beautiful skin, Tarzan’s rippling muscles were an awe-inspiring sight, but Tarzan was more concerned with what would happen next. Then he saw a way to escape. Hanging off to one side was his ‘vine’ that he used during his jungle lord shows. The green dyed rope with ‘leaf’ knots was tied up in the buildings exposed rafters. If he could climb up there, maybe he could find some way out of this madhouse. 

The blond beefcake threw himself towards the rope. Half a dozen men crashed onto the floor as his muscular body rammed past them with the force of a train engine. Disappointed cries and desperate hands followed after him, but Tarzan ignored them all. With a satisfied grunt, the dancer grabbed the green rope and started pulling himself up to freedom. He almost succeeded.

Tarzan’s grip faltered as a hand gabbed his foot. He and the rope spun around and around as more patrons seized his toned lower legs. Tarzan kicked out wildly with enough force that he cracked someone jaw, yet even as that injured man collapsed unconscious to the ground, many of the remaining customers started pulling on his legs. The rope twisted around the young stud as he and the crowd fought. The green chord tightened deeper into his bulging muscles as they struggled. Tarzan’s gargantuan biceps and triceps bulged against the twisting rope as did his massive pectorals. His thickly muscled neck swelled against the fake vine with each heaving breath. His long blond hair pulled against his scalp as some of the golden locks were pulled into messy knots. After several minutes of struggle, Tarzan realized he was hopelessly tangled in the rope. Unfortunately so did his tormentors.

“Look at that! The dumb Jungleman got trapped in his own vine.”

“Ha, ha, ha… trussed himself up like a turkey.”

“Fuck, yes! Look at that juicy ass on display.”

Tarzan’s tan skin reddened in embarrassment when he realized how true that last statement had been. He was normally proud of his meaty bubble butt, but with the maddened crowd literally drooling for a piece of him, Tarzan was afraid of what would happen next. Unfortunately, he did not have many options. He was strong enough to keep from being pulled to the ground, but the tangled rope and crowd holding his legs were preventing him from going higher. In fact he could feel the rope twisted around his neck in a makeshift hangman’s noose that could strangle him if his muscular arms were to release the rope. 

“Perfect,” another man said and reached up between Tarzan’s wiggling thighs. The hand pushed between Tarzan’s hard muscled asscheeks and grabbed the electric blue thong snuggled between. With a pop, the thong was ripped to pieces. Tiny bits of the cloth fell to the stage as the naked stripper tried to climb away from the crowd.

“He has a great ass.”

“If only I had a three foot long dick, I’d fuck it.”

“Oh, I’m going to fuck it right now.”

Tarzan howled louder than he ever had on stage before as a customer shoved a dildo up Tarzan’s unprepared asshole. 

“Much better,” the crazed rapist grinned as he pushed inch after inch of the rubber sextoy between the stripper’s muscular globes. The crowd laughed in agreement while watching the dildo being pulled out a little before being shoved back in with even greater force. Tarzan grunted and shuddered as his hole was steadily stretched open more, and to his shame the increasingly familiar sensation in his ass was expanding something else. His balls bulged in their rope bindings, but his dick had managed to flop free of the rope. As the dildo repeatedly stroked the muscular blond’s sensitive prostrate, his cock jerked and filled with blood.

“Yeah, look how much the slut loves it.”

“Never can get enough, can you, slut?”

“Then let’s give him more!”

Tarzan roared again as the dildo was roughly yanked from his ass only to be replaced by another, larger one. The crowd continued to cheer as the hanging stud was raped. Some grabbed at his twisting legs and feet. Others squeezed his trapped balls, yet more roughly grabbed and jerked Tarzan’s thick cock. The jungleman’s dick was a heavy piece of meat hanging in midair for all to pull and abuse. By now the lusty crowd had moved up to the largest dildo in the box, which was so big that even Ace’s massive shaft could not measure up in comparison. Sweat was raining down from Tarzan’s muscular body. His tan skin had reddened. His big muscles jerked and bulged futility both from his attempts to escape and his involuntary reactions to having his ass ripped open like never before.

“Shit! That’s the biggest one!” a man yelled to the others when Tarzan’s greedy ass adjusted to the huge dildo.

“The slut is enjoying it now,” said another patron who had been slapping Tarzan’s leaking prick.

“Time to get creative then,” said the man who had been tormenting the jungleman’s toes and feet. That man pulled out the dildo and balled up his fist. He carefully aligned his clenched hand with Tarzan’s gaping asshole before slamming his arm elbow deep into the muscular hunk’s abused intestines.

Tarzan screamed like never before as he felt the man’s thickly muscled arm force its way deep into his ass. His rippling abs bulged outward as the man’s fist punched Tarzan’s stomach from the inside. His overstimulated prostate exploded. Blood and cum blasted from the jungleman’s thick dick. More sprayed out from his ass. Tarzan’s tormentor withdrew his arm just enough to change his angle and further shred the remains of the dancer’s sex organ. Bits of intestine, blood, cum, and shit splattered onto the floor. Bloody sperm kept spurting from Tarzan’s dick as his innards were squeezed, punched, and ripped into pieces. 

The crowd clapped and joked with each other as the man repeatedly slammed his fist deeper and deeper into the hanging stud. Another patron grabbed one of Tarzan’s hanging balls and squeezed. With a juicy pop, the ball burst into another shower of bloody cum. The crowd laughed as the nut crusher sputtered and wiped off the face covering bits of nut meat. Others surged forward to get their piece of Tarzan’s struggling body. Some enterprising person managed to grab a set of pliers and ripped off one of the dancer’s toes, but most were grabbing what they could. Tarzan’s screams turned higher pitched as his beloved cock was torn in half. The remaining stump pulsed and spurted more blood as his ass was worked over some more. The man who was fisting Tarzan had flexed his muscular arm to the point where a he could almost fit a bowling ball into the dying man’s gaping assshole.

Finally, the fisting man clenched his fist around a loose string of Tarzan’s intestines and yanked out his hand. Tarzan felt a moment of relief as his ass was finally emptied, but then he realized how doomed he was. His intestines started unspooling rapidly. More and more of the grey tube fell onto the floor with no sign of slowing down. Tarzan could feel his inner organs being pulled down by gravity. He strained his muscular buttocks and tightened his incredibly ripped torso, but he no longer had enough connective tissue inside his body to hold everything together. With a squelch, a kidney fell out. The other followed. Then his liver hung on a little longer. A man from the crowd slammed his fist deep into Tarzan’s abs. The blow forced Tarzan to loose his muscles just enough for the brownish liver to tip over and fall onto the floor. Tarzan’s heart was racing, trying to pump blood to keep his damaged body going. 

“Please…” Tarzan rasped.

The crowd laughed and started beating the dying stud like a pinata. The dildos they had used earlier, now covered with blood and gore, slammed into Tarzan’s body. Bruises and welts formed all over the dancer. One of his eyes was blinded by a high blow. His nose burst. His jaw cracked. A rib snapped through the stripper’s once hard lats. The blows kept going until finally the man who had fisted him earlier slammed his hand back into the twisting performer’s ass. Tarzan felt the man’s hand grasp his hanging heart. The blood pumping organ squirmed in the man’s closing fist. Tarzan cried and screamed, but the man’s eyes were demonic as he quickly closed his hand tight. 

Tarzan vomited blood as his heart was crushed like a grapefruit. More blood and gore flooded out of his ass and onto the nearby crowd. Tarzan’s one good eye rolled back in his head. His handsome lips trembled. Then the jungle lord’s body shuddered one last time before stopping forever. 

“So fucking hot!”

“Someone get a ladder so we can cut him down.”

“I’ve gotta take a turn fucking that dead slut’s loose pussy.” 

The crowd laughed as they made plans for using the late dancer’s body. They were so focused on Tarzan’s corpse they did not pay any attention to the frantic activity going on just a few meters away. 

Beef had quickly been surrounded by the ravenous crowd. He kept dancing when the audience poured onto the stage. His usually confident expression was now frozen in a nervous grin while his body pumped his hips. His strong body glowed as a thin sheen of sweat formed across his dancing muscles for reasons that had nothing to do with the hot lights. His handsome grey eyes darted, and his bearded jaw clenched while the crowd screamed for more.

“Get the fuck on with the show, Beef!”

“Let’s see that meat!”

“Fuck, he looks good enough to eat.”

Beef slapped a hand away from his vest while another customer started pulling on his pants. The stripper punched another man as he pulled away from the mob, but the cowboy was surrounded. He yelled as he smashed a different customer’s face in with his meaty fist. However before he could throw another punch someone grabbed his thickly muscled arm and twisted hit behind Beef’s back. Beef kicked out, which let another customer grab his leg and pull it into the air. In seconds the crowd had the stripper’s twisting body lifted up like a bodysurfer at a concert. Beef roared in anger as he was carried off the stage and dropped without warning onto one of the nearby tables.

“Now that’s a full course meal.”

“So much prime beef.”

“I’ve gotta taste me some.”

Beef struggled as his vest and pants were torn off his amazing form. The big, darkly tanned dancer’s large muscles bulged and flexed against the hands holding him down, but he only succeeded in exciting the growing crowd. Only his bulging, bright yellow thong hid any part of his incredible body from the lusting eyes. His normally confident looks had been replaced with that of a prey realizing he has been trapped by a pack of predators. A customer bent down and licked a line down the pulsing vein running across one of Beef’s straining biceps. The huge arm muscle clenched as the man moaned at the taste of the cowboy’s sweet and musky flavors of sweat and coconut posing oil. Another man did the same along the outside of Beef’s tree trunk-like thighs. 

“Don’t… do that!” Beef demanded or begged, not that anyone listened. Instead the crowd fell upon him like starving beggars at a feast. The lips and tongues of a dozen customers started kissing, licking, and slurping across the cowboy’s large body. Beef’s massive pecs and their large, dark nipples were favorite targets. The prominent chest muscles were suckled on as if they could produce milk for the hungry customers. However every available inch of Beef not covered by his yellow thong was being given attention. The stripper could feel mouths gnawing on his straining biceps and triceps. Tongues were running up and down the ripples of his flexing washboard abdominals. Someone was bathing the sole of one of his feet while another person was sucking on his toes. Several others were lavishing attention on his enormously developed thighs legs. 

“FUCK!” Beef screamed as his big muscles struggled pointlessly against the crowd’s attack. As with all the rest, his attempts to fight back only excited the lust maddened patrons to do more, and to Beef’s embarrassment, his footlong cock was straining against his yellow thong. The thick meatstick looked like an oversized banana with its curved shape bent down so his plum sized cockhead throbbed parallel to the rest of his body.

“God, he tastes so good.”

“Fucking great.”

“Look. He’s leaking too. Give me some of that.”

Beef almost managed to get his right arm free before his rapists wrestled the muscular limb back down to the table while some customers started slobbering over his thong. Thick jets of rich precum were bubbling out of his trapped dick. Beef’s cock and bulging nuts were soon soaked in the white cream, which then started dribbling out over the dancer’s rippled abs and down his juicy thighs. Patrons surged forward to taste the bitter load and the sweaty muscles beneath. Others watched in envy as they continued enjoying the rest of the cowboy’s struggling form. Then Beef screamed as someone bit into his hardon through his thong. Blood spurted from his wounded dick and joined his overflowing pre.

“Shit. That tastes even better.”

“He’s got a nice, musky flavor.”

“I’ve been wanting some Rocky Mountain Oysters all night.”

Beef screamed some more as the once erotic sensation of dozens of probing mouths turned painful as each man started biting off chunks of his flesh. A man gnawed off a mouthful of muscle from Beef’s broad shoulders. Another man ripped off a section of the cowboy’s tight abdominals. A scream and a snap signaled the lose of a toe. Another snap and hasty swallow left the stripper missing his right middle finger. Beef unleashed an unholy screech as one customer managed to tear lose one of his nickle sized nipples. The bloody hole in his chest pumped out more blood onto his thick pectorals, which attracted more attention from the hungry patrons. Beef’s massive thighs soon became another favorite source of raw meat. The hard, tree-trunk sized muscles were bitten, chewed upon, and shredded by customers driven to inhuman levels of frenzy.

Another customer had reached inside Beef’s speedo and freed one of the cowboy’s huge balls. The large orb was slick with sweat and precum. The man held stretched out the orb as far as the stripper’s sack would allow and held the potent orb. The ball squirmed in his hand like it was trying to free itself or unleash the pent up juices that had been building during Beef’s torture. The man opened his mouth and licked the shaved ballsack. The overwhelming flavors of sweat, blood, and seed coated his tongue. He wanted more. With a snap of his jaws, Beef’s left nut was torn in half.

Beef roared like a gutted bull while the man groaned as the incredible taste blasted through his senses. Beef’s thong wrapped cock erupted. Hot white cum shot out with enough pressure to rip right through the yellow thong and basted the feasting customers and Beef’s mutilated chest. While Beef was still screaming, the man who had already swallowed half his nut bit into the remainder. The other customers became more violent in their feasting. Hands tore out larger portions of Beef’s body and brought up the divine meal to their starving mouths. A rounded bulge of bicep was ripped out, and the big muscle was quickly dispatched into a patron’s stomach. Fingers and toes were torn off. Their meat and tendons were sucked free from the bone beneath. Someone managed to reach underneath the thrashing, bloody remains of Beef and grabbed one of the cowboy’s meaty buttocks. The stud’s big globes had filled his pants to perfection on rodeo tours, but with an inhumanly strong pull, the hard muscle was torn loose. The victorious patron held up the tanned flesh for the briefest of seconds before bringing it down to bite off a chunk of skin and muscle.

Beef was half the man he had been. Large parts of his body were missing. His formidable chest had been turned into a barely connected set of bones and tendons as more and more of his pecs and abs had been ripped free. His arms and legs had only a few shreds of muscle hanging on their bones. Even his handsome face had a cheek gouged out. His once symmetrical beard had been torn apart. What remained was now clotted with blood.

A customer leaned down below his square jaw and clamped his teeth down. Beef groaned in pain as he felt the teeth bite deep into his thickly muscled neck. With a savage twist of his head, the customer pulled up and away from Beef’s body. In his mouth was a large mess of bleeding muscle along with a section of Beef’s arteries and airway. Air whistled through the newly opened wound in Beef’s throat, but not for long. Blood gushed out of the wound as well. Beef’s groans became a whimpering moan of agony as his lungs filled with his own blood. What remained of his muscles twisted and shuddered in his killers’ hands and mouths. His body bucked like one of the broncos he used to ride. 

Another customer brought out a cleaver and slammed it straight through Beef’s neck and into the table below. Beef’s headless body collapsed back onto the table. His broken limbs twitched then became still. His head gaped like a fish out of water as the customer slammed his dick between Beef’s slackening lips. As his grey eyes lost focus, Beef was still aware of the sensation of the man’s thick cock thrusting into his mouth. The last thing Beef experienced was the taste of his killer’s load and the sensation of that same cum flooding out of his severed throat. 

“I get his other ball.”

“As long as I get his sausage.”

“The fucker still has some meat on those thighs.”

They continued dividing up what remained of Beef without noticing how many other performances were taking place all around them through the club.