Jack the Hammer: Meat Market Part 3

Part 3 of our Halloween Drop! We hope you enjoy it, as this has been an absolutely epic three-parter for my buddy Dissonant Murmur to write and we'd love to hear your comments. I suspect this will not be the last we see of Jack. 😈

“Back up that thick butt. Yeah, both of you. Show us how you use those tight asses. Fuck, you two are such hot sluts!”

Beau grimaced as he stuck out his bubble butt some more while dancing besides Ryan. The customers who had rushed the stage had split up in different groups to surround their favorite dancers, and the two of them had attracted a large number of frenzied patrons who were salivating over the dancers’ smooth shaved bodies. The muscular young men kept sensuously moving near each other despite their worried expressions. The strippers were very different from each other but equally sexy. The nineteen year old Beau was blue eyed, golden tanned, and angelically handsome. He was still wearing his white gloves, vest, garter, and thong with a red rose clutched tightly in his right hand. Beside him Ryan was the twenty-two year old brown haired, grey eyed, and tatted badboy. He was naked except for his bright red thong and the piercings running through his ears, nipples, and left eyebrow. 

“Hurry the fuck up!”

“Dance for us!”

Beau’s eyes were wide. The blue in them was almost completely eclipsed by his shocked pupils, yet he responded to the increasingly impatient crowd by sliding up besides Ryan. The tattooed firefighter appeared more composed, but he took a moment to synchronize with Beau’s seductive motions. Beau turned away and thrust his ass back. The big, golden globes of his ass threatened to pop his white thong while he shook his body in time with Ryan’s thrusts. Ryan brought up his flexed bicep and licked the fiery part of his sleeve tattoo as he thrust his hips towards Beau’s ass. Both dancer’s sizable cocks were straining against their thongs despite their fear. This part they were used to doing, and their bodies went through the well practiced motions even as they tried to ignore the sounds of pain and terror coming from their colleagues whose experiences were hidden behind the gathered crowds.

“They’ve all gone crazy. We’ve got to get out of here,” Beau whispered in Ryan’s ear as he pulled closer. Their mounded pecs bounced and squeezed against each other while they tried to hide their conversation with increasingly explicit moves. Ryan’s nipple piercings squeezed against Beau’s vest while their chest muscles pressed together. Ryan flexed his huge, tatted bicep up to the crowd’s whistling cheers as they admired the bulging arm muscles and the detailed inkwork of steamy fire and water clashing across the length of Ryan’s thick triceps and biceps.

“I know!” Ryan hissed into the blond man’s ear. “But how? 

“Distract them so someone can go get help. Fuck me,” Beau answered as he dropped his rose to the stage floor and pulled Ryan around for a kiss. The crowd screamed in approval as Beau aggressively made out with the tattooed hunk. At the same time Beau shook his ass towards the largest group within the crowd. The white thong and garter worked together to lift and highlight his golden tanned bubble butt. Ryan’s strong hands reached down and squeezed Beau’s ass. The firefighter’s calloused fingers dug into the muscular spheres and spread them open so the crowd could see his fellow dancer’s asshole. Beau moaned as his tongue invaded Ryan’s mouth and Ryan’s finger teased the Beau’s opening. The sweat and body oil on Beau’s back ran down between his crack and lubed Ryan’s probing digit. Suddenly Ryan broke the kiss and spun Beau around. Beau’s breathless face turned towards the front of the stage while Ryan tore off Beau’s white thong. 

“Do it. Fuck me. Hard!” Beau said loudly enough for the nearby patron’s to hear. He then groaned as Ryan bent him forward. His white vest strained to hold in his heaving pecs while Ryan twisted in another finger into his hole. Then a third. Beau’s freed cock, ruler straight and as golden tanned as the rest of his body, bobbed freely in the air. Thick precum dribbled down his shaft towards his shaved smooth ballsack. Beau heard a loud pop and watched the crowd cheer some more. He looked between his legs and saw scraps of red fabric fall to the stage. Ryan had reached down and ripped off his own red thong. Ryan withdrew his fingers and slapped his thick cock against Beau’s back. The older dancer’s manhood seemed hotter than the sun while tracing its way down his spine towards Beau’s needy hole.

“YES!” Beau screamed as Ryan steadily fed his fat, oil-slicked prick into Beau’s ass. Ryan’s experienced thrust ensured Beau felt Ryan’s thick, veined dick rub against the blond’s sensitive joybutton. Beau’s scream deepened into a long moan as Ryan started fucking. Ryan grabbed Beau’s hips tightly and started building up speed. In seconds Ryan was fucking like a madman. The firefighter’s dick was pistoning in and out of Beau’s asshole with machine-like precision. Beau kept up the moaning, his prettyboy face twisted in pleasure. Part of this was genuine. Beau was an experienced bottom who loved a good dicking, and Ryan was a pansexual fuckboy who never left his partner unsatisfied. However part of it was show. Both of them wanted to please the insane crowd enough to be spared whatever was happening to their fellow dancers. Beau arched his back to let the crowd see his burgeoning chest muscles jiggle from the force of Ryan’s thrusts.

“You like my dick! Do you like me fucking your slutty hole in front of all these people?” Ryan asked while his thighs and big balls rapidly slapped against the cushions of Beau’s meaty asscheeks. Ryan’s own ass clenched tightly with every thrust, which made the diamond hard globes of muscle lift then bounce as he stuffed his prick deeper into Beau. He let out a deep breath to gather himself before his thrusting picked up speed. His pierced pecmeat pushed up into the air with every inhaled breath, and his hard abs rippled and dance with the motion of his hips. Ryan too was putting on a show. He raised his tattooed arm again and kissed the flexing muscles while maintaining the pace of his fucking. Ryan raised his other arm and switched to a double bicep pose. His cocky smirk at the audience hid how his eyes were sweeping the crowd in the hopes of some change. People acting less crazy, police lights flashing outside, a disturbance in the back indicating help had arrived, anything like that would be a welcome relief, yet all he saw were nearly demonic expression of lust for his beefcake body.

“Oh, yes! Yeah! Harder! YES! HARDER!” Beau was almost screaming at this point. His own dick throbbed and bounced wildly. Thick strings of precum temporarily joined his vest and lower abs to his dick whenever Beau’s cock slapped up against his body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He was trying to keep himself together. Trying to draw out the show, but Ryan’s fucking was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Ryan was also straining and not only by flexing his muscles. Beau’s hot ass was gripping his cock like a vice. Beau pushed back into Ryan’s thrusts with greater fervor. Both their bodies were sweating under the hot lights and the lusty crowd’s encouragement. They were not putting on a show any more. Both of them wanted to cum.

“Not too fast,” Jack ordered as he continued to fuck Ace. “I think you need to let Beau and Ryan have their usual big finish.”

“Oh, hell. That’s a great idea,” someone in the crowd said. 

“Someone help me grab it,” another said as they quickly disappeared backstage.

Neither Beau or Ryan liked Jack’s sudden interest in the proceedings, but they were not given any choice as they were pulled apart. Ryan’s dick popped free of Beau’s ass and bobbed in the air. Meanwhile Beau found himself being manhandled. His own throbbing cock bobbed in the air as he was thrown into a giant champagne glass. Beau immediately recognized the giant prop. Shaped like a coupe glass, the wide glass chair was a regular part of his solo act. He would often spray bottles of colored sparkling water all over himself until he ended the show with a spectacular jerk off session. 

“Hurry up!”

“Such a hot slut!”

People started catcalling and whistling as Beau started putting on his show. Many in the audience had stripped off, and almost all the rest had their cocks out. The group of men holding Ryan were taking turns jerking the stripper’s long cock while watching Beau writhe in the glass. Beau moaned sluttily as he stroked his own thick dick with one hand while his other hand pushed between his ass cheeks to finger his still leaking hole. His white vest and garter were wet and turning transparent as they soaked up sweat and oil. 

People started throwing roses, Beau’s own roses, into the glass. At first Beau was too caught up in his show to notice, but as he moaned and moved about the thorns jabbed into his taut golden flesh. Soon his skin and clothes had dozens of tiny cut all across them. Tiny red streaks of crushed petals and fresh blood.

“Ahh… No, that hurts! Owwww!” Beau’s moans rose in pain and pleasure, but instead of stopping people came forward and started rubbing the roses across Beau’s body. Dozens of thorns dragged across Beau’s once perfect skin. Deeper cuts appeared as more hands jabbed stems into his body. Beau’s hands spun out trying to stop the attacks but were quickly restrained. 

“Shit, I’ve wanted to do this to your fuckstick for so long, you dumb, slutty pretty boy,” a man said right before jabbing a rose stem deep into Beau’s leaking cockslit. Beau screamed as the rose stem and its many tiny thorns ripped into his sensitive prick, but the man did not stop until only the rose bloom stuck out from the stripper’s bulbous cockhead. The man twisted the rose, so the thorns dug rings deeper into Beau’s cock. Another man gripped tightly Beau’s dick and started jerking the dancer’s long shaft. Beau’s screams rose higher and higher while the insides of his formerly perfect cock were shredded against the rose’s thorns.

A customer grunted, and suddenly Beau’s handsome face was splattered with a thick load of cum. Another man followed then another and another. The roses and their thorns were still being dragged across Beau’s heaving muscles while more men added their loads until Beau was coated in pink tinged seed. Ryan watched in horror, but the man jerking him off speed up. Ryan realized too late that his body was responding to the sexual display. With a series of loud grunts, Ryan’s dick pumped out a massive load, easily more than four or five of the audience’s men’s loads.

As Ryan’s hot cream splattered against his body, Beau’s screamed reached new heights. His dick throbbed wildly, and everyone could see the base of his cock expand. Beau’s orgasm pumped more and more thick cream into his dick until it looked like his dick was going to rip open. Instead the rose blocking his dick shot out into the ceiling along with a huge load of cum and blood. The thorns still attached to the rose ripped up through Beau’s cock and tore through the stripper’s manhood. In seconds the stripper’s once incredibly hard cock was remade into something more like a torn balloon. The big prick collapsed as long lines of torn flesh bled into the glass. The stripper’s golden muscles were bleeding out from hundreds if not thousands of cuts. The crowd could barely see the screaming, writhing stripper’s body under all the blood and cum, but Beau’s suffering was not over yet.

Without warning someone dumped out Beau’s oversized champagne bottle onto the young man. However the contents were not the show’s usual sparkling water. Instead some of the crowd backstage had mixed some lye and other industrial strength cleaners into the liquid. Beau screamed as the acid began dissolving his torn clothes and bleeding body. Beau twisted and writhed like a wild animal as the chemicals quickly peeled off his once flawless skin.

“Stop! Save him! Please! Somebody help Beau!” Ryan yelled, but the men holding him only laughed. More men spurted more cum onto the hot scene of their favorite stripper being dissolved into slop before their eyes. Beau’s golden skin was gone, and his muscles were not far behind. The dense protein-rich flesh lasted only slightly longer. His pretty blue eyes melted out of their sockets, and his blond hair vanished along with chunks of his scalp. Only his bright, white teeth seemed untouched as his plump lips sagged and ripped apart from his screaming mouth.

Several men jumped back as Beau’s thrashing splattered the burning chemicals out of the glass, but everyone but Ryan kept watching eagerly as the formerly model handsome prettyboy was steadily liquefied. Beau screamed one last time and lifted a bloody remains of an arm pleadingly towards Ryan, but then his arm literally fell off. The limb dropped into the acidic goop with a splash as Beau’s body tremmered in death spasms. With one final, violent exhalation, Beau collapsed dead into the glass. By then his face was more skull than the pretty image shown on the Meat Market’s promotional material. His formerly incredible muscles were indistinguishable from the dissolved red rose blossoms. Even his bones had begun to soften and dissolve into the putrid smelling slop.

Once Beau died, the crowd immediately turned its attention to the other stripper in their grasp. Ryan was a brave man who had put his life on the line in risky situations on countless occasions, but nothing had ever scared him more than the looks in the crowd’s eyes as their eyes considered what to do with him.

“He’s got some nice piercings, but I think he’s missing one. Don’t you agree, boys?”

The crowd roared in agreement as the speaker flicked the bar running through the nipple on Ryan’s meaty left pec before grabbing Ryan’s hardon. He wagged the thick cock, still dripping the last dregs of his load, at the laughing audience. Drops of the firefighter’s seed sprayed across the floor and several onlookers.

“Yes, this red-hot stud needs something to really show off this hose of his.”

Meanwhile, Ace grunted loudly as Jack rammed his enormous dick deep into the golden skinned stripper’s juicy ass. The giant, muscular hunk’s formerly virgin butt was tough enough to take a lot of punishment, but the pain was indescribable. His strong hands and upper arms were pressed against the glass, and his striated legs were barely capable of holding himself upright. Only Ace’s phenomenal strength prevented dancer from being crushed into the booth’s wall by Jack’s relentless pounding. The killer’s rape made Ace feel like a tree was being stuffed up his intestines. However Jack’s thick cock was also squeezing right across Ace’s large prostate, which was triggering an entirely different kind of sensation from deep within his body. Jack’s fucking had not given Ace’s huge cock a chance to go soft. Instead the Meat Market’s “untouchable” stud was panting like a bitch in heat. 

“NNNOOOOoooooo…” Ace moaned. His thick brown hair had become a disheveled mess with lose strands flying about with each of Jack’s thrusts. His bright blue eyes were watering and unfocused. His usually cocky expression had been replaced by a twisting combination of pain and humiliation. Ace’s 16 inch dick waved in the air at a 45 degree angle in front of his deeply carved ten pack abs. His enormous, shaved smooth balls bounced back and forth with Jack’s thrusts. The stripper’s huge pec mounds slammed up and together with a meaty *twup* at the same time. Meanwhile Jack was enjoying the former ass virgin’s golden tanned bubble butt as the arrogant dancer’s colon involuntarily milked the monstrous dick raping him.

The crowd outside were pressed against the glass. Some were rubbing their hands against the booth, and a few were even licking streaks on the clear surface as if they could taste Ace’s beautiful, sweaty, golden tanned body through the airtight prison. Jack shoved Ace’s hips forward, which made the homophobic stripper’s enormous dick press against the glass. The crowd pressed towards the dancer’s beautiful manhood. Someone was even crushed to death in the sudden surge, but nobody cared about that. Everyone in this audience was mesmerized by the untouchable Ace’s dick leaving long trails of thick, cream precum. Usually Ace would have loved having an audience being so entranced with him, but in his current state all he felt was humiliation and disgust with himself. Each thrust from Jack’s rape forced the narcissistic stud’s cockhead to spurt another dollop of sticky, white juice. Ace’s oversized sperm factories bounced upwards in growing need to empty themselves. Blood ran down the inside of Ace’s tree trunk wide thighs as Jack’s fucking continued to rip deeper into Ace’s virgin territory.

Ace came. A monstrous orgasm even for him. Sperm splattered so hard against the glass wall that the booth rang like a bell.

*BOONNNGGG* *BOOONNNGGG* BOOOONNNNGGGG* *BOOOONNGG* *BOOONNNGGG* *BOOONNNGGG* *BOOONNNGGG* *BOOOOOONNNNGGGG*

The crowd screamed in ecstasy. Everyone surrounded the glass booth started cumming as well. Ace’s cum flooded the booth. Thick, pearly white jock juice splattered the glass and ran down his perfect golden legs. His handsome features were distorted in pain and ecstasy. His face pressed against the glass, his baby blue eyes plead for help, relief, anything! He banged his fists against the glass as he made eye contact with the crowd.

“Please, fucking help me! Please!!!” the heavenly perfect Ken doll begged while being violent raped for the audience’s pleasure.

The crowd instead goes increasingly feral. Some drop to their knees as if to lap up the godly seed. Other pressed closer into the glass. Faces and hands strained to reach the beautiful stud being raped before their eyes. 

Ace’s eyes darted around the club. Harry had just been mutilated beyond recognition by a industrial jackhammer. Tarzan’s limp body was hanging from the rope vines with his bugs slopping out of his enormous bubble butt while the crowd tore at him like a pinata. Beef had been thrown onto a table and was having his clothes torn from his body as the crowd descended upon the beefcake like a pack of starving zombies.

Ace called out and banged on the glass, "Please, STOP THIS!" 

He struggled helplessly as the enormous cock tore apart his insides.

"PLEASE! SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME! PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP! MY PERFECT BODY! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"

Ace's please only spurred on Jack's rape. The golden, blond god was had spend years making this incredible body for Jack's and Jack alone to enjoy. His muscular ass swallowed and released Jack's twisted dick again and again. Behind him, Jack laughed at the slaughter taking place all around them. These perfect studs. Hunky young men so full of themselves. They thought they were on top of the world, but tonight they learned what their muscular, hung bodies were really made for. To be used, abused, destroyed, and thrown away like the rubbish they truly were.

The huge Golden God begging for help. Pleading. His massive golden globes slapped against Jack's pelvis as he thrust all the way deep inside, filling the stud’s velvety hole. The huge basketball sized glutes bounced and jiggled, glistening with sweat. Perfect tanned, ripe, golden flesh being steadily ripped apart by the killer’s dick. Ace arched his back, his narrow waist leading up to his broad back and massive shoulders. Jack pulled Ace's hair back and licks the side of Ace's handsome, chiseled face.

“Your fear tastes so good,” the killer said.

Jack reaches a hand around Ace's body and plucks a nipple on the stripper's massive pec meat. The young stud cannot help but let a moan cut through his pleas as the killer twists the nub of sensitive flesh.

"Flex for your fans, show them how good of a slut you are. Otherwise I'll rip them off," Jack whispers in Ace's ear as he gropes the stripper’s massive golden biceps and triceps.

Ace cannot help but try to obey. His outstretched arms are barely holding him up, but he bunches up the balls of his biceps and triceps. His pecs expand. He crunches his ten pack abs until the valleys between them become caverns. He flexes more than he did at the bodybuilding competitions he attended, and all the while Jack's questing hand squeezes, teases, and scratches the stripper's incredibly defined musculature.

"This fine flesh is mine. All of these hard muscles, this big cock, these big balls, you thought they were yours, Ace. You thought they were for your enjoyment, my dear audience, but no, they are mine, now and forever."

"Please, I'll do anything, just let me go. Please don't kill me," Ace begged constantly, but he kept flexing and showing off his hard muscles. Fear and hope fought for dominance in his heart. 

"Say you are mine," Jack demanded, each word emphasized with another thrust of his dick in Ace's hot, tight hole. 

"NNNOOOO....." Ace's denial is cut short when Jack reached down and strokes Ace's long cock. The sixteen inches of manhood was harder than ever despite having just cum moments earlier. The thick rod dripped with the last dregs of Ace's load, which Jack spread across the golden shaft. The killer polished the throbbing cockhead and coaxed out more precum. Another hand slipped lower and rolled one of the hunk's massive balls around in his smooth ballsac. The big orbs were churning with the desire to cum some more as Ace's overproductive sperm factories refilled his loins.

With Jack's cock smashing into his guts and the sensation of Jack's touch, his humongous cock erupted again like a geyser. The thick jock cream erupted once again painting the glass as the crowd got even louder. 

Ace started to moan like a porn star whore as he screamed, "OHHH... OHH... OOHH... FUCKKKKK... N-NNO. I'M, I'M YOURS!"

He was now willingly bouncing his big fat bubble ass up and down on Jack's cock, his biceps fully flexed, his rock hard cock slapping against his abs and his huge golden pecs bouncing, THWAPPING, up and down as he rode the serial killer’s cock.

The crowd outside are tearing at each other to watch the impossible scene before them. Ace, the one dancer who had never let anyone touch him, was fucking himself on the legendary murderer's cock. Ace's expression had given into pure ecstasy while he pushed his meaty ass back into Jack's thrusts. He even leaned forward to kiss the glass as if to make out with the mass of faces crushed against the booth.

Over at the bar, Clark was struggling against the patrons who were holding him down. Dozens of scratches ran down the length of his nude body with several bloody lines drawn through the superman shield tattooed on his chest. The crowd laughed at his screams when they poured another bottle of booze onto his open cuts. A few men made decided to keep him hard while his torso was being worked over, so Clark’s thick cock was being constantly jacked off by someone. The Meat Market’s co-owner had a superhero worthy manhood, and many a customer enjoyed feeling up the long shaft before helping themselves to the bar’s contents and disappearing into the crowds milling about the various rapes and orgies taking place across the club.

One purloined liquor ended up at a nearby table where birthday boy Luke was moaning while one of his friends gave Luke’s meaty dick an enthusiastic blowjob and another friend had parted his round buttocks to thoroughly tongue the newly turned twenty-one year old’s clenching asshole.

“The owner over there was flirting with our Luke earlier. Think they’d be a hot fuck?” one of Luke’s friends said between swigs. His unsteady gestures showed this was not his first drink of the evening.

“But I wanted to fuck him,” the college student who had been rimming Luke complained.

“Yeah, but think of all the toys we can use over there!” the friend who had been giving Luke a blowjob said. 

“Hhhhmmm… I think you make a good case. Let’s go!”

Luke sudden found himself lifted off the ground by his friends. The friends grabbed the squirming birthday boy’s limbs and hauled him over to the bar. Clark only realized something was happening when the crowd near him parted to reveal Luke being lifted over the bar and Clark. The co-owner’s dick was carefully placed between Luke’s kicking legs.

“Watch out. We need to get the positioning exactly right,” someone said.

“Fuck, this is going to be great,” said another patron.

“Stop, we can work this out. I can pay you, get you special sessions with the dancers, whatever you want,” Clark begged as customers yanked apart Luke’s asscheeks and held his twisting legs in place.

“Oh, God, no, no, no, don’t!” Luke said seconds before he was forcefully impaled on Clark’s cock.

Luke’s friends lifted Luke up a few inches before dropping him back down. Luke screamed for mercy as the men on each side of him lifted up the hot birthday boy and dropped him down on Clark’s dick a second time. Clark moaned as his thick dick was squeezed by the birthday boy’s tight ass. The larger, newly 21 muscle man was raised and lowered again and again. Luke’s own dick waved in the air with every bottoming, and his dick jerked and dripped precum whenever Clark’s dick rubbed against his prostate.

“Oh, fuck. STOP! Whatever you want I can pay. I can make arrangements! Whatever!!! FUCK! OH, FUCKING HELL!” Clark begged. Luke’s larger, more muscular body felt amazing gripping his cock, but every time he looked around he could see the expressions on the crowd’s faces. He could also hear the noises made by his dancers. Not all of them were of pleasure.

“GOD! OOOOOHHHHH! PLEASE! No more! Aaaaaahhhhhh… Why are you doing this?  FUCK! FUCK! … I thought you were my friends,” Luke plead for mercy and understanding, but his friends who had come here to celebrate his twenty-first birthday with him now only seemed interested in using his muscular body as a human sextoy. He could not understand what was going on, but he did know how much it hurt whenever Clark’s dick stretched out his asshole some more and how good it felt when that same dick slammed against his joybutton. 

Both Clark and Luke’s bodies quaked and shuddered as the crowd forced them to rape each other. Their muscles tensed and hardened while they struggled against the people holding them down. Other patron’s reached forward to play with all the tight musculature on display. Hands squeezed pecs, biceps, abs, and thighs. Fingernails raked flexed muscles. Hands jerked off Luke’s bobbing dick or reached underneath Luke to squeeze Clark’s large balls. Both men were turning red from both their struggles and their impending orgasm. Luke’s dick was leaking like a runny faucet all over Clark’s abs, and Clark’s cock was doing the same if the white, frothy liquid running out of Luke’s swollen asshole was any indication.

“Aaahhhh, God, that’s… You can just let us go. We’ll fuck for you. FUCK! So tight! … I mean, I won’t press charges or involve the police. Just some harmless games, yeah?” Clark was still begging long after Luke had been reduced to animalistic grunts.

“Someone shut him up!” the guy holding Clark’s shoulders ordered, and a funnel was produced from under the bar.

“No, No, NO! Don’t… HMMPPH!” Clark’s mouth was filled with a large funnel. The end jabbed down into the opening of his throat to the point where Clark could barely breathe from his mouth, but this situation was only temporary. Members of the crowd opened random bottles of booze and poured them into the funnel. Clark’s moans turned panicked as the disgusting combinations and burn of alcohol assaulted his taste buds. He was forced to take large gulps of the nasty mixture to breathe. More drinks were thrown onto both men’s bodies, and both men groaned as their scratched flesh flared into white hot agony as the alcohol seeped into their bleeding skin. Luke’s friends sped up his rape. Both men were a mess now. Sweat and alcohol matted their hair and ran down their bodies. Small rivers of blood streaked down their clawed bodies.

“He’s about to blow,” the friend wearing glasses said.

“Yeah, I recognize that look. Come on, Luke, you wanted to know what it was like to put on a show,” said the friend on the opposite side.

“OOOHHH, FUUUUUUUCK!” Luke screamed. The birthday boy’s muscular body tensed hard, every muscle popped out while his handsome face twisted up in pain and pleasure.

“SHIT!” the man holding Clark’s shoulder’s yelled as the first rope of Luke’s cum hit him square in the face with the force of a slap. Luke screeched as his cumming reignited the sensation of the alcohol’s burning on his shaking body. Clark gurgled around the funnel in his mouth, and the crowd’s cheering grew louder as they watched Clark’s cum spurting from Luke’s ruined asshole. Luke’s clenching muscles were too much for the co-owner’s needy dick, and Clark could not help but involuntarily thrust upwards into the Luke’s hot, tight body while flooding the college student’s colon with his seed. Luke’s kept spewing ropes of thick sperm. Several landed in Clark’s funnel. Clark gagged and swallowed the creamy load along with the alcohol.

“I’m going to stop you from ever doing that again, you cocky bastard,” screamed the man whose face was red and slick with Luke’s first blast of cum. He grabbed Luke’s dick and jammed a firecracker deep into the spasming dick. Luke moan as his orgasm was suddenly bottled up. His big dick grew larger as the remains of his orgasmic release were pumped into his dick with no place to go.

Clark meanwhile screamed for a different reason. The fireworks stored in the back included some for stage shows, but some of them were for outside celebrations. Even the small ones could do some damage, but the big ones could really hurt somebody. However none of the crowd paid any attention to his screaming. Instead his patrons draped strings of fireworks around both victims’ bodies. Both men were still coming down from their mind blowing orgasms when the fuses were lit. The crowd watched in delight as the flames grew closer to the firecrackers.

“Shit! UHH! Get this out of my dick! It hurts! Oh, fuck, it hurts. My cock feels like it is going to explode,” Luke said as he twisted back and forth, but his friends were watching as gleefully as the rest of the crowd. Luke had a moment to regret having friends who were as much gym rats as him, since his hugely muscled arms could not break free of their grips. Then the firecrackers went off.

The string of firecrackers draped over Luke’s chest exploded one after the other in rapid succession.

*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*

Luke shrieked as his muscular torso erupted with dozens of bloody pops. Clark’s eyes bulged in horror as the college student his dick was still buried inside of was torn open. Luke’s thick pecs were instantly shredded into a cratered mess of gore and blood. The firecrackers kept exploding down the chain. Each blast ripped open more of Luke’s torso. The college stud’s tight abs disappeared into a series of blackened holes that bled out onto Clark’s drowning body below. Luke’s prettyboy face was twisted in horror as he looked down at the ruined remains of his once impressive body. Then his eyes grew even larger in terror as he realized the people around them were waiting for the main event.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” 

Like a drunken crowd counting down at a New Year’s party, the mob watched the fuse slowly burn down into the stick of explosives rammed straight down the birthday boy’s dick. With a loud *boom*, the bomb went off in a massive blast. Luke’s cock vanished in a spray of blood. So did his balls. So did what was left of his lower torso. Clark’s own rippling abs were instantly transformed into a massive smoking hole as his own dick was also torn into pieces as the explosion vaporized both men’s intestines, stomachs, and sex organs. 

Luke moaned. A long, low sound of a dying body unable to keep going. The bleeding out birthday boy toppled over onto the bar owner. Clark released a few gurgled bubbles into the liquor remaining in the funnel in his mouth. The expensive cocktail began to drain out as there was no longer a stomach to hold the stuff. Both men were fading fast, but they could still feel the cherry bombs being shoved down into their mouths and the gaping holes in Luke’s back and Clark’s stomach. 

*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*

Both men’s handsome faces were ripped off in a new series of explosions. Clark’s handsome face transformed into a nearly bare skull with shreds of skin hanging off his head and what was left of his ears. Luke’s firm jaw flew off as the blast ripped open his lower mouth and tore out his throat. Their dying bodies shuddered as the last bombs reduced their internal organs to shredded meat. Finally, the only remaining bombs went off, which had purposefully been made larger than the rest. Clark and Luke’s heads exploded like firecrackers in a fountain of brains, blood, and multicolored sparks. Their upper bodies burst apart like extras in an alien invasion movie. What was left could barely be called bodies. Parts of sagging skeletons and drooping muscles remained on the bar while the rest of the studs were painting the floor, ceiling, and shelves. Little chunks of Clark’s body caught fire from the combination of the explosives and all the alcohol he had been forced to consume. Bits of burning flesh littered the area. Around the two corpses, the men cheered and drank toasts to the incredible display. 

“Best firework show in town!” one man laughed before swigging from a bottle of scotch.

“The fucking best!

“Luke really did know how to put on a show!” said the one of Luke’s glasses wearing friends before he turned to another of his pals and asked, “What about you?”

Closer to the entrance, Colton fought his way through the crowd pressing into him on all sides. The nearly seven foot tall giant of a man had never seen this kind of behavior in all of his thirty six years, but he recognized how dangerous the situation had suddenly become. The arrival of the man claiming to be the legendary Jack the Hammer had sent almost everyone in the club into a frenzy, and even someone as huge and hugely muscled as Colton could not take on so many people at one time. People clawed at his body. Hands hung onto his black harness and pulled him deeper into the crowd. He could feel a dozen people grabbing and feeling his muscular body. He heard gasps of admiration mixed with envy. Some in the crowd reached lower and squeezed the bulge pressing against his tight pants and jock.

He manged to get his way to one of the gogo dancing cages. He clambered inside, but the crowd managed to grab onto his legs. Holding himself in the cage with one hand, he used the other hand to unbutton his pants. Suddenly the crowd toppled over with his pants and boots in their clutches, and Colton slammed the cage door shut. The cage was a tight fit for most of his dancers, much less him, but at least it offered a level of protection. Now however he was stuck inside wearing only his harness and jockstrap, but his jockstrap would not last much longer. Hands kept grabbing at Colton through the cage bars. 

“Get back! Get back now!” Colton commanded. Usually his deep voice and imposing body would be more than enough to stop others in their tracks, but tonight the crowd only seemed to be more focused on getting at him. What had gotten into these people? Could the killer really have found some way of making them act almost possessed? If so, maybe there was only one way to distract them.

Colton roared in fury as the sea of hands assaulted his exposed body. His mind racing with desperate thoughts to stop the unhinged mob from tearing him apart piece by piece. "Please, leave my dancers alone!" he pleaded through gritted teeth, his deep voice trembling with a mix of fear and rage. He could hear his employees’ screams and muffled pleas for mercy coming from other parts of the club. The sounds only fueled his determination to distract this bloodthirsty crowd and save them.

"Look at me, you animals! Leave them be!" he bellowed and flexed his thick, impressive muscles. He could see their hungry eyes glancing towards the back before they returned to feast on his muscular form. Colton knew he had to buy time for help to arrive or for a miracle to save them all.

The crowd of sexually frustrated men seemed mesmerized by the sight of him as Colton writhed and twisted in the cage like a trapped beast. They reached through the bars with fervor, desperate to touch, to claim any part of the muscular god they had once fantasized about from a safe distance. Some managed to grab hold of his sensitive nipples, eliciting pained moans from Colton. His massive pecs heaved with each labored breath he took.

Colton danced with every part of his body. He was not someone who would get on stage, but he had watched his dancers enough to know the moves. Colton twisted his hips and turned around. The crowd stopped and drooled at the sight of his meaty asscheeks framed by his white jockstrap. Colton flexed his arms in a double bicep pose. The thick biceps formed mounds thicker than some men’s thighs as he held the pose while tightening his already tight abs into steely hardness. He pushed out his thick, hairy pectorals and hoped to keep the crowd more interested in looking at rather than pawing at his incredible body.

It did not work.

The crowd closed in while he danced and flexed. Hands reached into the cage and grabbed at his legs, package, and ass. He tried to hide his kicking away the grasping audience with dance moves, but there were always more people after him. He could feel the hands rubbing his meaty bubble butt. A few fingers managed to slip upwards and push into his ass. Colton shuddered and pulled away from the assault. However the huge muscle stud filled the small cage, so the thin metal bars offered little protection.

With a final collective roar, the mob managed to break open the reinforced steel bars of his cage. The crowd surged forward like bloodthirsty predators lunging at their prey, hungry eyes locked on Colton's exposed body. 

Colton roared as he swung his massive arms wildly and tried to fend off the sea of writhing bodies. The very thought of being bested by this unruly crowd was enough to make his muscles bulge even more than they already did, but it was futile. He was outnumbered fifty to one, and these were not just any men. These men were sexually frustrated, maddened individuals who had been entranced to give in to their most primal desires. The nightclub lights flickered ominously above them as the sounds of punches and guttural moans filled the air. The air around him was thick with sweat, testosterone, and an underlying scent of fear. He snarled defiantly as his jockstrap was torn away, revealing his thick club of a dick and massive, hairy balls.

The crowd erupted in cheers and hoots. Their excitement was palpable as they finally laid eyes on Colton's most prized possessions. They were prizes that many had fantasized about but none had ever touched.

"Look at the size of those fucking meatballs!" someone in the crowd shouted.

The laughter only enraged Colton further, but it was short-lived as the men descended upon him like hungry wolves. Strong hands gripped his wrists and ankles, pinning him down to the cold floor. He could feel the vibrations from their thundering cheers reverberate through his muscular frame, adding to the humiliation that washed over him like a tidal wave.

"Get off me!" he growled. The men ignored his pleas, their own lust-fueled grunts drowning out any semblance of reason or empathy.

Colton felt hands exploring lower on his body, fingers probing at the patches of hair across his chest and thighs. A mess of cream was splattered across his torso. Then, with no warning, something sharp scraped against his skin. He roared in pain as hot, stinging trails followed by a cool breeze assaulted his senses. The crowd cheered louder as his chest was brutally shaved bare of its manly fur.

"My beard!" Colton roared when he felt the same cold metal against his face. His salt and pepper facial hair had been one of his trademarks, but it was gone in seconds. Thick tufts of hair fell from his head as the razor slipped across the enraged Colton’s head. Then Colton froze as he felt the blade traced about his dick. Cool cream and colder metal scraped a circle about his dick. Then lower still Colton felt his massive orbs being pulled lower from his groin. The wrinkled sack containing his cum producers was stretched out and shaved. In minutes Colton shivered as a bucket of water was thrown over his body. He heaved uselessly against the hands holding down. The giant muscle man felt more naked and exposed than ever before. Meanwhile the crowd shouted cheers as they reveled at their humiliated prize. The hulking mass of muscle club owner had been stripped bare of all the hair that Colton had considered symbolic of his status as an alpha male.

Colton could feel his face burning hotter than the spotlights shining down upon them. His chest heaved with each ragged breath he took, trying to calm himself down amid this living nightmare. He had never felt so vulnerable in all his life.

The maddened men were on him in an instant, each fighting for their turn at the prize. Their lips and tongues assaulted his chest, worshiping every inch of his pecs as they squeezed and fondled his thick pectorals. Colton's face twisted in disgust and humiliation but couldn't mask the involuntary moans that escaped from him as they suckled at his nipples like starved animals. The men crawled over him like vultures feasting on carrion, their mouths descended upon his exposed body without mercy or shame. He felt lips around each of his nipples again. Mouths suckled and bit hard enough to draw painful gasps from between his clenched teeth. Hands explored every inch of his muscular frame. Fingers probed places they would not have dared touch even on their wildest fantasies only a few hours ago.

The feeling of warm, wet mouths on his freshly shaven groin sent a new wave of humiliation and terror coursing through Colton's veins. He had always been proud of the thick forest of hair that surrounded his manhood, but now it was gone, revealing the dark pink head of his monstrous cock to their depraved desires. Colton’s cock throbbed with every suckling motion against his chest, the sensations overwhelming him despite his attempts to remain stoic. The crowd seemed to sense this weakness and focused their attention there. Men took turns swallowing as much of his shaft into their mouths as possible while others fondled, licked, and massaged his heavy ballsack.

"No! Stop!" he bellowed, but it only egged them on further. Colton's body betrayed him once more as his dick grew steel hard against the assault of so many eager mouths and hands. The sensations were too much for even a man as experienced as him to ignore. Pleasure coursed through his veins like a molten fire that pooled in his groin. He could feel the familiar tightness building inside him. He fought against the shame and humiliation that threatened to suffocate his pride. Colton clenched every muscle in his body in an attempt to hold back what he knew was coming, but it was useless. The crowd's relentless assault continued. Their tongues licked up and down his shaft while others worshiped his balls with expert care.

With a primal roar of anger and pleasure mixed together in one humiliating symphony, Colton came harder than he ever had in his life. His body convulsed as thick spurts of cum shot out from his cock, painting the faces and bodies of his assailants in a shower of white hot shame. Hands continued to milk him dry even after he had nothing left to give. Their lips suctioned tightly around his sensitive cockhead. Slurping sounds echoing throughout the silent club. The crowd jeered as Colton's face contorted in a mix of ecstasy and humiliation as they savored every last drop of cum that dripped from Colton’s spent dick.

When they finally relented, Colton lay panting on the stage floor, coated in his own seed and sweat. The crowd's attention turned to his now-empty ballsack, still twitching from their previous abuse. A sinister chant began to rise up from among them: "More! More! MORE! MORE! MORE!"

The men resumed their assault on Colton’s body. Hands groped and squeezed every inch of him in search of more pleasure. He could feel his resolve crumbling under the relentless pressure as fingers probed at his sensitive hole, which elicited involuntary moans from deep within his chest. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Colton thrashed against his captors, but it was like fighting quicksand. The more he struggled, the more men swarmed over him, eager for their turn.

A pair of hands grabbed onto his slick cock again, jerking and pulling on him mercilessly while others took turns fondling his now painfully sensitive nipples. The pain only heightened the pleasure coursing through his veins, causing his dick to harden once more despite being drained moments earlier.

"Fuck no!" Colton roared as he felt a wet tongue trace down his abdomen and head towards his groin. Panic surged within him like an untamed beast fighting against its chains. He tried to push away whoever was responsible but only managed to make the grip on his cock tighten further. Another pair of lips found his left nipple and began suckling with renewed fervor. Colton's body writhed involuntarily. The sensations were too much. They overwhelmed him and drowned out the last vestiges of pride he still clung onto like a lifeline.

With a final growl, his cock exploded once more and sprayed cum in every direction as the men around him cheered and laughed. Colton's head fell back against the cold floor. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly to block out this horrific scene playing out before him. The crowd continued their depraved worship of his body. Each man was eager to taste the very essence of what they had been denied for so long. Colton could do nothing but lay there and accept it all as wave after wave of pleasure-pain assaulted every nerve ending in his spent body.

As if sensing their prey was close to breaking completely, the customers became more forceful with each touch, each touch, suck, and grasp became harder and more demanding. Colton could feel himself getting close again. It was something he never thought possible after cumming so explosively mere seconds ago.

"Please! Stop!" He begged between gasps for air, yet his pleas only seemed to fuel their depravity further. The men around him laughed cruelly as hands began fondling and kneading his balls with newfound force.

"What's wrong, Colton? Can't take what you dish out?" taunted one voice among the many mouths latched onto his body.

Their words cut through him like razor blades. The taunt sliced through any remaining shred of dignity he had left. He roared in primal rage and thrashed against them once more, but it was too late. He felt himself building towards another earth-shattering climax. The crowd cheered as Colton's body convulsed again. His balls tightened painfully before exploding with a new surge of cum that sprayed across the floor. The men around him dove forward like starving animals fighting over a rare feast and lapped up every drop they could find on his twitching muscles and the ground below. Their greed escalated faster than he could have ever imagined as hands moved from squeezing his balls to tugging at them with cruel intent. Fear gripped Colton's heart like an iron vice.

"NO! MY BALLS!" He roared in terror, thrashing against their grasping fingers. The crowd only laughed cruelly as they pulled harder and harder, eliciting pained moans from his lips that were quickly silenced by eager mouths. The muscles in his arms bulged like ripe fruits under the strain but it was no use. They were too many and too insanely fixated on their twisted form of vengeance.

Colton felt a searing pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before as both testicles were torn free from his body in a spray of blood and visceral fluid. He screamed hoarsely, eyes wide with agony and disbelief as as the massive orbs of his masculinity were ripped away from him. 

“I want his dick!”

“It’s mine.”

“No, it’s mine.”

“It’s my turn now!”

Colton cried as more voices shouted while more hands yanked on his massive dick. The insistent arguing grew louder and louder. The pulling on his cock grew harder and harder.

“Please, my dick… it’s…” Colton’s pleas were drowned out by the men fighting over his body, but seconds later his anguished scream cut through the crowd’s noise. With a grisly ripping sound, Colton’s enormous cock was torn off. Five people stared at the deflating manhood in their hands as more blood poured out of the bouncer’s new hole. The big muscle man’s reprieve did not last long however.

“It’s still mine!”

“NO! It’s mine!”

“Fuck both of you! I haven’t had a turn yet!”

The pain was indescribable, but Colton couldn't afford to pass out or give up yet. He looked down at the reddened, gaping holes where his manhood had once been with a mix of horror and disbelief.

"Please...please stop!" he begged, tears streaming down his now-smooth face as blood gushed from the horrific wounds.

The people who had a hand on his cock starting brawling over ownership of his detached organ while the rest of the crowd eyed Colton in a new light. The crowd seemed to take delight in his suffering, their own desires and frustrations fueling their depravity further. More hands reached for him, eager to claim a piece of the helpless giant. Colton felt himself being shoved across the floor by the sea of bodies about him. His bare feet kicked wildly in the air as the patrons fought over access to his newest openings.

“If I can’t have all of him, I want at least a piece of him.”

“Yeah! I deserve one of those biceps if nothing else.”

“No way! If I can’t get one of his thighs, nobody else should either!”

“I’ve got to try that new hole he’s got.”

As Colton's mind began to fracture under the relentless assault, he felt hands grip his waist and then Colton roared as a one of the men slammed his dick into the bloody hole where Colton’s cock had once been. He looked down in horror as the wildly grinning man managed to force himself inside Colton’s wound while others fought over Colton’s body. The pain was indescribable, and Colton howled like a wounded animal as he was violated again and again without mercy or restraint. Colton's remaining strength was quickly waning as man as the man thrust mercilessly into the gaping void that used to be the root of Colton’s most prized possession. Even after the man raping Colton’s cockhole came and pulled free of Colton’s bleeding hole, another man took the first’s place. As men took turns raping Colton's mutilated body, others fought over his severed cock and balls like savages fighting over a fresh kill. 

One man finally claimed Colton’s balls and stuffed Colton’s massive testicles into his mouth, which forced Colton to taste what was once a part of him as the customers fondled and fucked his vanquished body. Colton convulsed spasmodically, every nerve ending on fire from the torment inflicted upon him. He could feel himself slipping further away. As the last patron yanked out his blood and cum covered dick from Colton’s wound, Colton welcomed the sweet release that oblivion promised him.

"I want his eyes!" someone shouted above the din of laughter and moans.

“Wait, I have a better idea!”

Panic surged through Colton as he felt something warm and wet slide across his cheek. A hand forced open one of his bloodshot eyes, blocking out any remaining light with an obscene amount of pressure pushing against his socket.

"NO! PLEASE!" he croaked weakly around the intrusion in his mouth before his world exploded into white hot agony once more as his right eye was crushed like a rotten grape. Then his right eye socket was filled with what felt like burning hot coals. In a final moment of clarity Colton realized they had pushed his severed testicle into his eye socket.

“NO! NO! NOOOO!!!” Colton begged before his last beautiful blue eye was scooped out and replaced by his other ball.

As his vision went dark for the final time, Colton felt hands pulling him in every direction. People grabbed his arms, his legs, his head, his pecs, his buttocks, and anywhere else someone could get a good grasp on a body part. They pulled and shoved and bit and brawled. Colton’s huge muscles were yanked this way and that way again and again. Even his bleeding groin was used as a handhold by one side to prevent the people grabbing him by the shoulders from pulling him away. The giant muscle man had become the center of a tug of war. His hugely muscled right arm suddenly snapped. With another, even louder rip, the flesh and bone of his arm socket gave way as his entire limb was uprooted from his shoulders. Colton screamed in new agony, but his reaction only encouraged a frenzy of renewed effort.

“I get the other arm.”

“Me. Mine. That’s mine!”

“Fine, take the arm. I want a leg.”

Colton roared again. His massive, tree-thick thighs were ripped from his torso nearly simultaneously. The crowd cheered in delight before they turned on each other over who would get which part. By the time Colton’s last arm was ripped free, he was so deep in shock from pain and blood loss that he barely noticed. The formerly huge bouncer’s pecs were ripped off. One man rubbed his nose over the bloody pectoral and inhaled as if he were smelling a beautiful flower.

“Please, just let me die!” Colton begged in a croaked whimper. The once big, muscular stud no longer had any more limbs to rip off, but the group kept fighting over him. Hands yanked and clawed at his beefy torso. His abs were raked with fingernails. Colton’s head was pulled and crushed in an attempt to free it from his shoulders. His damaged vocal chords could no longer form anything like a coherent scream, but a deep groan of anguish emerged from his chest despite his weakness. The crowd laughed as his testicle-filled eye sockets twisted this way and that way in an instinctive attempt to see what was happening. Other men in the crowd were tugging on each side of his chest. His blood made his flesh difficult to grip, but they managed anyway. Colton’s once vastly muscled torso twisted and cracked as one side then the other gained the upper hand. Colton’s face gaped in a silent but horrified yell just before his torso split almost down the middle. As the bouncer’s chest ripped open, blood and organs burst out in a geyser across the ceiling, floor, and crowd. The side with the larger portion of Colton’s corpse screamed in victory and jeered at those clutching the smaller section. 

“Just like a fucking wishbone. Hell, yes, I’m going to wish for another hot guy to snuff.”

“Why? You look sexy enough to me.”

“What! No, man, I didn’t mean…”

In seconds, the man who had been helping rip Colton in half turned on his neighbor and bodyslammed him into the floor amongst the bloody remains of the bouncer’s body. 

Then came the final indignity as the crowd pushed Colton’s severed dick into Colton’s gaping mouth. The customers erupted in laughter and cheers at the sight of Colton sucking on his own detached genitalia. Unconcerned about the fact that he was no longer conscious to feel their twisted form of pleasure, they continued to humiliate and fight over his body. Some found Colton’s ass, and using Colton’s blood as lubricant several men took turns penetrating Colton’s lifeless ass. Each was eager to claim they had fucked the legendary Colton Castle even if it meant doing so after he was dead.

Others were more interested in claiming parts of Colton’s body for their own. Some started fighting over a section of ribs. Another man crushed his friend’s head in with one of Colton’s legs before he ripped off his victim’s pants and fucked the dying man’s tight asshole. The Meat Market’s co-owner’s remains quickly became the site of an orgy of sex and murder.

As Colton was being dismembered, on stage Ace Champion was giving his crowd a the hottest performance of his life. Ace writhed and squirmed in Jack's powerful grip as Jack fucked the young stud. His former arrogance had been completely shattered. Patrons watched in awe as the once untouchable alpha male stripper was reduced to nothing but a quivering plaything for the scarred serial killer. A thick trail of cum leaked from Ace’s stretched hole and pooled on the floor beneath the two men. His muscular body jerked and convulsed with each brutal thrust Jack forced into him.

Ace's eyes were wide with pain and ecstasy. His gaze never left the hypnotic sight of his own reflection in the glass booth that now served as both his stage and his prison. He could see every bulging vein along Jack's thick cock as it vanished inside him. The muscles of his ass stretched obscenely around the invading monster. The pain was indescribable but so was the pleasure. Ace had never felt anything like this before. The sheer size and strength of Jack's cock overwhelmed every nerve ending in his body. Ace’s own sixteen inch dick towered in the open air while leaking thick globs of precum every time Jack pumped his dick deeper into Ace’s hole. The crowd roared with excitement at the sight of their godly stripper being taken by such a monster of a man. As Jack's rhythm increased, so did Ace's moans and pleas for more.

"Fuck me harder! Don't stop!" he begged. His deep voice cracked with every thrust. The crowd cheered at the sound of their idol begging for another man's cock.

Jack grinned wickedly at Ace's desperate pleas. His hands roamed over the young stripper's muscular body with cruel intent. His rough fingers gripped Ace's firm ass cheeks and kneaded them like fresh dough as he increased his pace even further. Ace cried out in pleasure-filled pain, and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

"Fuck yes! I want it all!" Ace moaned, his voice dripping with lust. "I'm not straight anymore, Jack... I'll never be able to fuck a woman again after feeling this! Your dick is the only thing that can get me to cum now!"

The audience erupted into applause at Ace's confession and jerked their dicks harder as their own lustful desires were stoked even higher by the sight of the formerly straight stud reduced to nothing but a cock hungry whore. 

Jack suddenly spun Ace around. The young stud looked up at the killer worshipfully. Jack leaned forward and placed his scarred face inches from Ace's sweaty visage. "Good boy," he growled before he licked a bead of sweat off Ace's chiseled jawline. Then Jack bit down hard on the sensitive flesh. Ace yelped but didn't stop begging for more. Instead, his hips began to rock back against Jack's thrusts with renewed vigor.

"I knew you'd break," Jack taunted, his deep voice dripped with satisfaction. "All it took was a taste of a real man."

Ace whimpered in agreement, unable to form coherent words as he rode the waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He had never felt so alive, so raw, so exposed, yet so utterly owned. Jack's thick cock stretched his ass wide open, tearing him apart and giving him experiences in ways no woman ever could.

Jack growled and slammed Ace back against the glass booth’s wall. Ace’s perfect ass cheeks clapped rhythmically against the glass booth wall. His back muscles flexed in a hypnotic dance as he was brutally ravished before a rapt audience. The crowd of lust crazed men could see every inch of Jack's thick shaft disappear into Ace's now gaping hole. A crimson trail of blood ran down the taut muscles of Ace’s thighs, painting a graphic story of the violation taking place within the booth. Ace's eyes were glazed over with an animalistic lust that had replaced his former arrogance. He panted heavily as Jack's grip on his hips tightened and forced him to take even more of the monstrous length. The sensation was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. His body’s reactions betrayed every ounce of his heterosexual persona with each thrust.

The crowd below roared with approval as Jack pushed Ace's body forward until his swollen ass bulged obscenely against the glass. Their eager hands left wet smears on the cold surface in a desperate hope to touch even a fraction of the spectacle before them. They watched as Jack's massive cock disappeared into Ace's depths and brutally defile the stripper’s perfect form.

"You like that, don't you?" Jack growled in Ace's ear. His voice snarled with malicious pleasure. "My big dick stretching out your tight little hole."

Ace moaned a desperate whimper. He couldn't deny it. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. His own cock throbbed between his muscular thighs. Precum continually gushed from the tip in generous amounts.

"Y-yes," Ace stammered breathlessly, "Please… give me more!"

"I knew you would," he said huskily. A sinister smile spread across Jack's scarred face. "You want it all, don't you? You want to be mine."

A shiver ran down Ace's spine at the darkly possessive undertone in Jack's voice, but rather than repulsion, he felt only an overwhelming need to submit. He nodded desperately, his eyes plead with a mix of fear and desperate wantonness.

"Yes," he gasped out, "Take me… take everything from me!"

Jack chuckled evilly at the sight of Ace's complete submission. He wrapped his arms around Ace's waist, his thick fingers dug into the stripper's sculpted abs and chiseled back muscles, and he began to pound even harder into Ace. The sounds of flesh slapping against glass echoed through the room along with Ace's guttural moans.

"You're mine now," Jack rasped in a voice that promised seduction and death in equal measure. "Mine to use… and mine to destroy."

Ace whimpered in response, but there was no denying the way his cock twitched at those words. The thought of belonging to someone like Jack sent a thrill through him that he'd never experienced before. He wanted nothing more than to be claimed by this monster of a man. He wanted to give himself over completely to the pleasure and pain that only Jack could provide. Ace nodded his head in agreement, and Jack rewarded him by blowing a load deep in the stripper’s guts.

Jack watched with sadistic delight as Ace writhed. Jack’s cum streamed out of Ace’s ass while the killer pumped his dick deeper into the young stud. The cum seemed to further eat into Ace’s mind. The golden boy who had once considered himself God’s gift to the females of humanity had his brain completely rewritten to only want men fucking his needy asshole. Ace groaned and gasped in pleasure. He took each thrust of Jack’s hips, each pump of Jack’s cock like the insatiable slut he now was. Jack released Ace’s waist with one arm to reach forward and fondle Ace's pecs. The serial killer savored their firmness beneath his calloused fingers before leaning down to suck and nibble at the stripper’s sensitive nipples.

"Mmm," Jack groaned approvingly, "These pecsteaks are even better than I thought they'd be."

Jack’s rough tongue lapped at Ace's nipple while he squeezed and kneaded Ace’s other muscular mound with his hand. Then Jack bit down. The killer suck on the bloody wound in Ace’s pec like a vampire while Ace moaned in delight and pain. This was why he had spent hours a day at the gym. Not to get attention. Not to brag about how much more of a man he was than other men. No, Ace knew he had built and honed every inch of his godly body to be a sacrifice for this killer. 

Ace whimpered happily. He belonged to Jack completely now. His body and soul bound by the sinful pleasure that only this monster could provide him with. His cock ached for release again, but he knew better than to beg for it. Jack would let him cum when Jack was ready. Instead Ace focused on taking each new load as it was forced into him and relished the feeling of being filled up and used like nothing more than a hole for Jack's pleasure. He could feel himself changing with every thrust. His once straight mind bent and twisted to accommodate this newfound depravity that had taken root inside of him.

Seeing Ace was ready, Jack leaned forward and said a single word in command, “Cum.”

With a roar of primal lust, Ace’s orgasmic release erupted all over the inside of the booth. His sixteen inch cock spasmed violently as streams of thick cum shot out of his gaping hole to rain white hot liquid onto Ace’s own body, Jack, and the glass walls surrounding them. The crowd roared their approval at the sight. Several men added their own loads in tribute to the erotic display them as more jets of thick white fluid shot out of Ace’s cock. Sperm sprayed upwards and splattered against the glass ceiling of his enclosure. 

As Ace came down from his orgasmic high, he began to panic as another wave of cum began to spurt out of him uncontrollably. He had never cum this much before. It felt like an endless fountain flowing through his veins and spurting out of his dick. Jack chuckled darkly at Ace's obvious discomfort. The killer reached down to squeeze the stripper's swollen balls with a sadistic grin.

"I told you I wanted all of you," he growled and squeezed his hand cruelly. "Now I'll take every last drop."

"Fuck!" Ace screamed out. His body bucked in agony and pleasure as Jack fucked him dry. Ace felt like the killer was draining the life out of him with each painful squeeze. His muscles spasmed involuntarily, and his ass clenched around the invading cock even tighter. Jack grunted in approval and never slowed his brutal rhythm as he watched the show. The crowd watched in lust crazed fascination as their once arrogant hero was reduced to nothing but a cumming fuck doll for their twisted entertainment. Ace's hips bucked wildly as orgasm after orgasm wracked his body. He lost count of how many times he came. He was unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. Each spurt from his cock sent shockwaves of ecstasy through every inch of his sculpted frame and made his muscles bulge and twitch erratically.

The crowd below was entranced by the sight before them. This was not just a simple show put on for their pleasure anymore. Jack was doing something primal and raw. Old magic from before mankind was civilized. Something monstrous, powerful, and malicious. They were witnessing the breaking of an alpha male stud who in another time would have been a mighty hunter, a peerless warrior, and an indefatigable sire of countless children. However here and now this incredible stud being unmanned in the prime of life.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ace collapsed backward against the glass wall, panting heavily and utterly spent. His own cum dripped down his legs and pooled around his feet to mix with the crimson mess that already marred the booth's floor. Jack pulled out of him slowly to enjoy the obscene sound of their wet bodies separating. Ace moaned pitifully at the sudden emptiness, but Jack turned his head around to face the crowd.

"Look at them," he growled into Ace's ear. "They all want what I have taken from you."

Ace looked out at the sea of hungry eyes. His mind was still hazy with pleasure. He could see their lust-filled gazes zeroing in on his battered hole and the cum dripping down his legs. For a split second, he felt a flicker of shame, but then Jack's hand wrapped around his throat and pulled his head back so he could look into those cold eyes again.

"They will take you, yet they will never have you like I have," Jack whispered, "You are mine alone."

Only then did Ace look down and realize how true Jack’s statement was. Ace’s formerly perfect sixteen inch cock was a warped husk of its former glory. While still a towering erection, the hardness of Ace’s dick was not because of arousal but due to the broken blood vessels all along its length. Black bruises and ugly bulges twisted about the stripper’s manhood. The once awesome shaft was now a grotesque parody of a man’s sexual potency. Below Ace’s ruined manhood, his balls were gone. A large baggy sack of flesh hung low and empty between Ace’s muscular thighs. Ace’s enormous orbs had been crushed and milked out of his own body by Jack’s squeezing hands.

“Please…” Ace begged, though even he was not certain what exactly he was begging for.

Jack chuckled darkly before leaning forward to whisper in Ace's ear. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, boy."

He yanked on a chain attached to the ceiling of the booth, which revealed a clear tube hanging above them like a snake ready to strike. Before Ace could react, Jack had forced it down his throat, silencing any further protests or pleas for mercy. Panic filled Ace's eyes as he realized what was about to happen next. 

"Now," Jack growled as he addressed the crowd with a sadistic grin. "Who wants to christen our newest fuckboy?"

The audience roared in approval as they surged forward, eagerly climbing into and on top of the booth. Ace struggled in terror-fueled panic, but it was no use. He was completely at Jack's mercy or lack thereof.

As if on cue, the club’s music roared to a deafening volume, and Jack twisted Ace around so his bleeding and cum leaking asshole was turned towards the booth’s now open door. People in the crowd cheered and jeered as they eagerly lined up behind a partition. Some took a turn in a makeshift toilet placed atop the booth. Ace gagged as the crowd pissed and shit down the tube and into Ace’s pleading mouth. Other men fucked him. Ace cried with great heaving sobs as he felt every twitch and spasm of their cocks as the men unleashed themselves into his gaping hole. Ace’s formerly perfect abs stretched with his distended belly as he was filled with hot cum and shit. Men would reach down and stretch out his empty ballsack or jerk his ruined sixteen inch cock. Pain and humiliation mixed together in Ace’s mind until he couldn't tell one from the other anymore.

Yet Ace knew, he knew with complete certainty, that this was correct. The sounds of pissing and moaning filled the booth as man after man took turns violating Ace's body, and Ace understood he was nothing more than a receptacle for their lust now. He was nothing more than cum starved whore desperate for a man to use his body for their enjoyment. One by one, men climbed into the booth, eager to take their turn on top of Ace's ravaged body. Each grunt, moan, and gush of urine or excrement or cum only served to remind Ace of his new station in life. He was no longer Ace Champion, untouchable Adonis of the Meat Market. He was now nothing more than a receptacle for their filth. His abs expanded with each new addition to his torment until they looked like an overfilled balloon ready to burst at any moment. He could feel himself drowning in it, suffocating on the stench of sweat, cum, shit, and urine that filled the booth around him and his own body.

When finally, mercifully, the last man finished using Ace’s ruined asshole, Jack stepped forward again. The crowd parted for him like water for a god, afraid to even look at the killer lest they be next. Jack cupped Ace’s face gently, like a proud father holding a baby.

"Thank you," Ace mouthed silently through his tears. His lips were still around the tube jammed down his throat. His eyes brimmed with gratitude for everything he had been put through tonight. "Thank you for showing me what I really am."

"Time for your final transformation," Jack smiled and grabbed hold of Ace's hips with both hands. With a sickening wet pop Jack ripped Ace’s legs off. While Ace released a long, low wail of anguish, Jack grabbed Ace’s muscular arms. The stripper’s thick triceps separated easily from Ace’s broad shoulders. With a bellowing laugh, Jack slammed Ace’s legs into the stripper’s shoulder sockets. Ace groaned in renewed pain as Jack’s dark magic knit together the wounds until Ace was left with his legs waving wildly in the air above his head. Seconds later Jack repeated the process by putting Ace’s arms where his legs had once been. 

Jack walked around Ace a few times then ripped off Ace’s ass cheeks. Ace screamed into his tube, but despite the pain his tearful eyes watched Jack with the kind of reverence a worshiper reserves for his deity. Ace’s body was reborn. His round, golden asscheeks replaced his pecs. What parts of Ace’s pecs that Jack had not eaten were placed to the sides of Ace’s gaping asshole. A grisly crunch signaled the removal of Ace’s nose, ears, teeth, and even jaw. The crowd gasped in horror and twisted lust while Jack rearranged Ace’s handsome facial features into a configuration worthy of one of Picasso’s painting. 

The disturbing monstrosity that was Ace’s face looked unrecognizable as a human. Nobody would have guessed this creature had been a breathtakingly handsome man a few minutes ago. Yet the tube stuck down Ace’s throat remained. Yet Ace’s pain twisted face looked at his reflection with tearful glee. Whatever Jack wanted him to be was what Ace was meant to be.

“You shall be one of my greatest masterpieces, Ace,” Jack said. Ace’s eyes lit up at the praise. Then Jack closed the door. With a hiss the door sealed and above a tank filled with the waste pumped from the club’s sewer connection opened up. Ace cried out in fear and pain, but another part of him accepted this. This was what Jack wanted from him. Ace’s air escaped his gagging mouth. His deformed body flailed back and forth as the booth quickly filled with the club’s blackwater. Ace tried to hold his breath. Ace tried to put on a good show for his fans. For Jack. But he could not hold out for long. With a shudder and moan, Ace inhaled the filthy water.

The lack of oxygen was starving his brain with every passing moment. Ace’s muscles shuddered some more but slowly. These were no attempts to escape. Just a young stud’s hugely pumped muscles trying to eek out some more oxygen from a dying body. Ace felt more than saw his huge, ruined cock spasm. His dying brain tried to empty his nonexistent balls in a futile attempt to fertilize something. To pass on the superior genes that had given Ace his incredible body. A wasted effort. Ace inhaled more sewage. The pain in his lungs and heart were almost nothing compared to the realization in his fading consciousness that he might disappoint Jack. Ace knew in the long run all anyone would remember about him would be his murder at the hands of a legendary killer. Then the lights went out.

Ace’s body floated peacefully in the glass booth like a rare specimen preserved in dirty formaldehyde. His distorted yet muscular body looked cut from stone. His dick remained hard and bobbed gently in the piss that Ace’s dead bladder also emptied into. Jack smiled as Ace showed the world what the stripper really was all along: a piece of shit who had finally joined the other pieces of shit where Ace had long belonged.

Then Jack turned his attention to the other side of the stage where Ryan had been dragged up to one of the stripper poles.

"Please...please let me go!" Ryan begged, his chiseled body trembling under the blinding lights of the neon-lit strip club. The crowd of sexually aroused men roared with sadistic laughter and jeers as they tightened their grip on him, their lust-filled eyes never leaving his sculpted physique.

Ryan was a sight to behold, even in his terrified state. Standing at six feet two inches tall, his body was a perfect blend of muscle and agility that could only belong to a twenty-two-year-old firefighter by day and sought-after male stripper by night. The crowd admired Ryan’s smooth and hairless skin and the sleeve tattoo of clashing fire and water that snaked up his thickly muscled left arm. The image of a watery stallion charging at a fiery dragon that decorated Ryan’s right leg was traced reverently. The metal piercings which adorned his ears, eyebrows, and nipples glinted in the stage lights as he struggled against his captors.

“Dance! Dance! Dance!”

The crowd's chanting grew louder and more insistent. They wanted a show. With resignation etched on his handsome face, Ryan reluctantly nodded his agreement.

The crowd hushed in anticipation as Ryan gripped the stripper pole firmly with both hands, muscles bulging underneath his taut skin as he began to slowly rotate around it. He twisted his torso, causing his rippling abs to flex and contract hypnotically while his massive cock, aptly nicknamed 'The Firehose', swung tantalizingly between his muscular thighs. The room felt like it was on fire as the crowd watched him spin around the pole with an animalistic grace, his buttocks clenching and relaxing in a rhythm that left them all panting for more.

His body shimmered under the stage lights, highlighting every muscle and curve to perfection. His pecs were like two round boulders, each sporting a nipple piercing that danced enticingly with every movement he made. Ryan's thighs bulged as he ground against the pole, flexing his powerful legs which supported the weight of countless bodies in his other life as a firefighter. His ass was firm and round, muscles defined like a Greek sculpture brought to life just for their viewing pleasure.

As if sensing their insatiable hunger, Ryan bent forward until his head almost touched the stage floor, giving them an eyeful of his perfectly toned ass cheeks spread wide apart. The crowd gasped in unison as they caught sight of his puckered hole, which looked so tight and inviting, like a forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach. He teased them further by slowly sliding one finger along the crack of his ass, eliciting wild cheers and catcalls from the lust drunk men.

His dance ended with a final spin that brought him face to crotch level with the first row of spectators. Panting heavily, Ryan's eyes pleaded for mercy as he looked into their hungry gazes. But it was no use. They had seen the forbidden fruit and now they wanted more.

A cruel smile spread across the face of a large, bald man who stepped forward from the crowd. "I think he needs some motivation," he growled, pulling out a hose with a metal nozzle on the end. The same ‘fire hose’ Ryan would sometimes use in a dance routine to spray the crowd with beer. Ryan's eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen next.

Without warning, the hose cracked against his abs. A guttural moan escaped Ryan's lips as pain exploded across his torso like a raging inferno. The crowd cheered and jeered louder at the sight of the smoking hot dancer finally breaking under their cruel hands. The man continued to rain down blows on Ryan's exposed skin, leaving trails of red welts along his broad back, muscular chest and even his sculpted ass. Each strike made Ryan grit his teeth harder, sweat beading up on his forehead and dripping down the ridges of his torso.

"Please...stop..." Ryan begged pitifully with his body hunched forward to protect his manhood, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as another man stepped forward with a wicked grin etched across his face.

“Get him up,” the man commanded. The crowd sprung forward and yanked Ryan upright. Ryan struggled pitifully as they cuffed his arms and legs to the stripper pole he had just danced around.

Ryan's eyes widened in horror as he saw what was coming next. "No...no, please don't! I'll do anything else..." His words trailed off into desperate whimpers as the bald man grabbed hold of his thick cock, yanking it upwards until it stood erect against his stomach, precum dripping from its swollen tip.

The bald man approached with a sinister smile, opening the bottle and drenching Ryan's crotch in the cold liquid. The crowd cheered collectively when he pulled out a pair of forceps from a bowl followed by a Prince Albert piercing ring. Its end was already glowing red hot from being heated.

"Please...I'll do anything..." Ryan pleaded desperately. His eyes watering in anticipation of the agonizing pain that awaited him. Again, his pleas went unanswered.

With an evil glint in his eye, the man lined up the scorching metal with Ryan's sensitive cockhead and pushed it through with a swift motion. The sound of sizzling flesh filled the air as Ryan arched backward with a bloodcurdling scream, body convulsing in agony as the hot metal pierced through his flesh.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause at this new addition to their plaything's collection of adornments. Each man was salivating at the sight of Ryan writhing helplessly before them. His cock throbbed painfully against his stomach as blood mixed with precum dripped down his shaft in rivulets of crimson desire.

"Now for the real show," the man sneered sadistically, grabbing hold of Ryan's balls before he could even register what was happening next. The room fell silent except for the sound of his terrified gasps as the piercing clamps were placed on Ryan’s scrotum. 

"Please...no more..." Ryan begged pitifully, tears streaming down his handsome face, only to be silenced by a cruel slap across his cheek. The crowd watched with morbid fascination as he took deep breaths trying to steel himself for what was coming next.

"You're going to cum for us now," the man growled lowly. He added a red hot bar straight through Ryan’s bulging scrotum then ended by twisting one of the clamps just enough to send white-hot jolts of pain through Ryan's ballsack. His other hand stroked up and down the stripper’s thick cock. "And you better make it worth our while."

Ryan whimpered but nodded frantically, understanding that compliance was his only chance at survival. Closing his eyes tightly shut, he focused on anything other than the fiery agony radiating from his crotch. He thought of cold showers after grueling fire drills, drowning victims he'd rescued in the freezing lake near his station, and anything else that could distract himself from the sadistic torture his body was enduring.

The combination of pain, pleasure, and humiliation coupled with the crowd's ravenous gaze on him proved too much for even a seasoned performer like Ryan to resist. With another strangled cry, he exploded in orgasmic ecstasy, spraying thick ropes of cum all over the stage floor as his abused balls contracted violently against the piercing clamps.

The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles at the sight, some men even pushing forward to catch a droplet of Ryan's seed on their tongues like vampires desperate for an elixir of youth. Ryan panted heavily through gritted teeth, his entire body shaking uncontrollably from the intense release and overwhelming pain.

“By the way, did you know the oil you and Beau used tonight is flammable?” the bald man whispered.

"What...what are you doing?" Ryan stammered fearfully. His eyes went wide when he caught sight of the flammable liquid just before the man poured the oil generously all over his naked form. His body writhed instinctively against his restraints as memories of past fires he had fought flooded back into his terrified mind.

"We just wanted to give you a proper sendoff, stud," the man sneered cruelly. He pointed to the bar below the stage where Luke and Clark’s corpses were aflame from where the bombs had set fire to their alcohol drenched bodies. Ryan followed the man’s fingers and realized a line of his oil was being poured from the base of the pole to which Ryan was cuffed to the bar.

“NO! You can’t! You’ll burn the whole place down!” Ryan yelled in disbelief, but the deranged customers merely watched with crazed expressions as the oil was poured over Clark and Luke’s burning bodies.

In an instant, flames traveled up onto the stage and erupted around him, licking up his legs like greedy tongues seeking more. He screamed in terror as burning agony engulfed him from below, his oiled skin igniting like tinder paper under the intense heat. The crowd backed away just enough to avoid getting singed while still having a clear view of the stripper’s inferno.

"Help me!" Ryan screamed desperately, thrashing against the restraints as flames licked higher up his body, climbing up his muscular thighs towards his throbbing cock and sensitive balls. The metal piercings seared into his flesh like branding irons. Ryan’s every movement caused new waves of agony to course through him.

But no one came to save him. Instead, they watched in sick fascination as Ryan fought against the flames, muscles bulging and flexing in futile attempts at escape. The tattoos across his leg bubbled and peeled away along with the outer layers of Ryan’s skin. His abs contracted and expanded with each panicked breath he took, drawing more oxygen into his fiery hell. The fire danced upwards along his torso. Flames traced the intricate lines of his arm tattoo before engulfing it completely. The acrid smell of burning flesh mingled with the scent of oil and sweat in the air. Ryan's eyes bulged in terror as flames licked at his nipples. Each twitch of pain causing involuntary spasms to ripple through his chest and stomach muscles. The metal bars piercing his chest glowed red hot before melting into his burning flesh and seared him further with their molten embrace.

"Please… please stop!" Ryan screamed hoarsely, tears streaming down his face as his skin began to bubble and blacken under the relentless assault of the flames. The men below jeered louder. The crowd’s lust seemed to be stoked even more by the sight of him burning alive before them. The fire wrapped around Ryan's throbbing cock like a serpent coiling its prey. He could feel his erection both softening and expanding as the blazing heat cooked his dick like an overstuffed sausage. The Prince Albert piercing in the head of his penis glowed brightly red-hot now, adding another layer of agony to the inferno consuming him from within and out.

"Fuck… God… OH… FUCK..." he managed between painful gasps, desperate for any kind of release to end this living hell. 

Finally, the unthinkable happened. Ryan’s stripper pole broke, snapped free from the floor under the intense heat, sending Ryan crashing down onto the stage in a heap of writhing flames. The crowd cheered even louder at this unexpected turn of events, their own desires reaching fever pitches as they watched him writhe helplessly before them.

Desperately trying to extinguish the inferno consuming him, Ryan rolled around on the floor. His massive cock slapped against the scorching wood. The crowd roared in sadistic delight at this macabre sight.

"Help...me..." Ryan gasped weakly, his voice barely recognizable through the crackling inferno surrounding him. The pain was too much for Ryan to bear as he flailed there helplessly. His muscles convulsed involuntarily. Every movement fanned the flames further across his ravaged flesh. He could feel his cock bursting from the intense heat. His big balls and their piercings melted into his scorched sac.

"Please...please..." he begged hoarsely. Ryan’s voice had been reduced to mere whispers as smoke and flames danced around his charred lips. Water streamed down his face in rivulets of pain-filled tears, sizzling into steam before they ever reached the ground below. Ryan’s vision faded, but he could still hear the crowd’s laughter and cheers as the fire set his hair alight. Ryan groaned in mind destroying anguish. The uncaring fire scorched and scarred his throat and lungs with every breath. At last Ryan collapsed. His sturdy firefighter’s heart gave out, and Ryan’s shuddering body slowly slipped down into the fire’s embrace.

For several minutes Ryan’s body still convulsed involuntarily from dying nerve endings. The flames consumed his body inch by inch until there was nothing left but a charred husk cuffed to the broken stripper pole. His once incredibly handsome face was now unrecognizable as it had been transformed into a grotesque mask of agony and despair.

The crowd stared at the burning remains in silence for what felt like eternity before someone finally broke the morbid silence with an evil chuckle. "Now THAT was a show!"

Yet the crowd was not sated. It never would be. Even as the crowd cheered Ryan’s demise, they turned on each other. The crowd sought out the sexiest men among them to torture and die. If left on their own, the men would eventually kill themselves until only one at most survived. However Jack felt he had accomplished his goal here tonight. It was time for him to draw the evening entertainment to a close.

Jack gave one last glance to the burning corpse that had recently been a smoking hot firefighter. With a flick of his hand, a wind carried a bit of burning fabric to the bar and the many highly flammable alcoholic beverages it contained. The killer calmly strode through the storeroom, snapped the bar blocking the delivery door, and walked out into the night. Inside the flames raced through the stage and bar. The alcohol along with the remains of the bartending owner and the birthday boy were soon a fiery inferno. Minutes later the back storeroom was also alight. The flames spread quickly into the ceiling where the cheap particle board caught fire easily. The few surviving people in the club were too consumed with lust to notice the smoke until it was far too late. Another orgy of violence ensued as the survivors shoved and fought over the locked exits. Screaming men punched, kicked, bit, stabbed, and killed each other over who should go first. Smoke filled the rooms and the remaining patron’s lungs. Some got on their knees and tried to crawl to safety. Instead of water, the bar’s sprinklers released acid which further tormented the living and melted the bodies of living and dead alike.

By the time the fire department arrived, the Meat Market was a blazing firestorm. The fire lit up the night sky across the city and the nearby university campus. Jack noticed the firefighters looked quite sexy while they struggled to contain the blaze. Their muscles bunched against shirts and pants in such beguiling ways while they moved equipment, attached hoses, and scrambled into gear. One firefighter, a hunky and commanding blond haired stud, had the name “Blaze” written across the back of his uniform. An interesting name for his profession, Jack chuckled to himself as he remembered Ryan’s fate. Blaze also had a nice, meaty ass, which bulged noticeably despite his bulky uniform pants. Despite his recent rape and murder of Ace, Jack could not help feeling another spark of desire deep in his body. 

Another arrival immediately caught Jack’s attention. Chief of Police Nick Dash immediately started asking for witnesses. The handsome 42 year old man was tall, muscle bound, and commanding. His dark hair was flecked with silver and his piercing blue eyes took in the fire and crowd with practiced consideration. His tight blue shirt was like a second skin against his bulging arms and thick, furry pectorals, and his equally taut trousers showed off his large package, huge thighs, and massive bubble ass. 

Jack licked his lips as he felt the familiar combination of arousal and hatred. He wanted to know what those two studs looked like naked. He wanted to know how their muscles would strain and flex as they fucked and as they died. He wanted to know how much they could cum. How tight their asses would be around his cock as he raped them. So many sexy, fit men were displaying themselves for him without knowing. As he watched the emergency responders strain and sweat against the heat, Jack started making more plans.

The firefighters did their best, but no survivors would be recovered this evening.

-

The common room of Kappa Upsilon Theta was a temple of muscle, testosterone, and cheap beer. Several couches, a pool table, and beer cans and bottles were haphazardly scattered about the room. A basketball game was being shown on a white wall via a projector.

Derek was leaning against the opposite wall. The wrestler’s black skin flexed smoothly as he crossed his powerful arms while watching the game unfold. “Man, I’m getting tired of just jerking off,” he grumbled. “I need some real action. Trixie’s been studying for exams all week, so it has just been me and my hand.” Joe nodded in agreement. The football player was sitting on a torn coach and doing bicep curls as he watched the game. “Tell me about it. I wanna sneak over to the library and bend Emily over a stack of books, but she told me to not even think about it.”

Tanner’s laughed. His sculpted torso was on full display under a layer of sweat from his latest round of push-ups. The young stud’s boy next door expression shifted to a sneer as he boasted,  “My latest girl is fire. I’m telling ya, Laura’s mouth is like a vacuum cleaner.” He took a swig from his bottle. “She can take all of this and still beg for more.” He grabbed the impressive bulge straining against his shorts for emphasis.

Pierre shook his head. The dark skin of his arms acted as a canvas for intricate ink that snaked around the thick muscles of his biceps and shoulders. The university’s varsity basketball captain was wearing a tight tank top which was so thin the others could see the intricate tattoos continued across his chest and back. “You just need to find a woman who can handle you, T. Not one who’s trying to be another notch on your pole.” Unlike a lot of the guys, Pierre was completely dedicated to his girlfriend, Jasmine.

Across the room, Xander and Jeff were in their own world. The two swimmers had already fucked in the pool, but that had not stopped them from beginning another make out session in the common room. Their swimsuit clad bodies were rubbing against each other as their mouths were engaged in a lazy series of kisses. Their hands roamed over each other’s chiseled bodies with familiar ease, and they remained completely oblivious to anything but their own pleasure.

Across from them, the massively muscled rugby players named Thor and Zeus were were watching with undisguised lust. Their bearded faces were transfixed on the two exhibitionist swim team champions while Thor traced the outline of Zeus’s massive rod as it pulsed against Zeus’s shorts. Both couples were together, but they frequently fucked other people. Foursomes had not been rare experiences in the frat house.

The chatter continued until the television flickered. The loud crowd noises and whooshing sound effects had been abruptly cut short by the grave, commanding voice of local reporter Greyson Powers.

“…breaking news from downtown,” Powers said. The handsome man’s face was grim but professional. Despite the late hour, his neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard and hair were perfectly tidy. The background behind him showed a burning building with a column of black smoke rising into the night sky. “Firefighters are battling a massive blaze at the Meat Market, an establishment known for its all-male revue shows.” 

Tanner snorted. “Hey, wasn’t that the fucking strip club you fags go to?”

Powers’ voice remained steady and serious. “Tragically, reports indicate multiple fatalities. The first responders on the scene are confirming that several men, including local college students, have died. Sources within the police department had told me that all patrons and performers at the club have perished in the fire.” 

Joe whistled lowly. “Damn. That’s some fucked-up shit.”

Jeff and Xander stopped mid-kiss. Their blue eyes widened as the two of them leaned towards the images.

“Among the confirmed deceased,” Powers continued, and his voice dropped to an even more solemn tone, “are the owners, Clark Coxx and Colton Castle.”

A wave of cold silence washed over the room. All eyes were glued to the report as pictures of the owners and performers flashed on the wall. It seemed impossible to believe that those smiling, barely dressed hunks with their perfect bodies and beaming smiles had all died tonight. 

“There has been no confirmed reports on the cause of the fire, yet given the location, the victims, and the sheer number of deaths, the police will doubtless be investigating if there is any connection with the so-called Jack the Hammer serial killer,” Powers said in a way that suggested the fire was obviously the work of the campus legend whether or not the police would ever admit it.

Thor slowly stood up from the couch with his massive fists clenching at his sides. Zeus did the same. His face was a mask of disbelief and dawning horror. 

“We fucked Beef Hancock just last weekend,” Zeus said. 

“Yeah, I can’t believe he’s dead,” Thor shook his head. They remembered the thick thighs, the meaty ass, the way he’d grunted as they took him together in a back room. He had ridden their dicks like the rodeo champion he was. The memory was no longer one of pleasure.

“You think…?” Thor started to ask in a low rumble that was barely audible over the reporter.

Zeus shook his head slowly, “I don’t want to,” he said.

The common room had descended into a tense, hushed debate. The lighthearted bravado of earlier was gone completely and replaced by the unnerving weight of the unknown.

“Jack the Hammer,” Tanner said. His voice was mocking as he stared at his beer bottle. “That’s what they’re calling him, right? Some psycho with a thing for studs like us?” He flexed his incredible chest muscles absently, but there was no pride in it now. It was a gesture of nervous energy.

Greyson Powers motioned towards a firefighter who was peeling out of his gear. "With us now is Firefighter Maverick Blaze. Blaze, thank you for your time."

The camera’s gaze turned towards the approaching firefighter.

Blaze was tall and solid. Blaze’s face was as chiseled as a statue’s with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. Blond stubble only further enahnced his facial features. His massive shoulders strained against the fabric of his official fire department shirt, which was too tight to hide the rugged terrain of his muscular torso. His eyes were a piercing blue. He looked directly into the camera lens as if challenging the viewer. His blond hair was cropped short but styled perfectly, and a sleeve of tattoos covered his right arm. The camera lingered for just a moment too long on the bulge between his powerful legs, which showed the thick, heavy outline of what had to be a good thirteen inches of dick. As Blaze turned towards the reporter, viewers could see their magnificently shaped curve of his ass through his uniform pants. They were two perfect meaty globes of a bodybuilder’s ass. Firm enough to bounce a quarter off of and round enough to make anyone stop and stare.

"Blaze," Greyson began with a calm but probing voice. "We have to ask given the nature of this fire at the Meat Market, and so do you have any reason to believe Jack the Hammer is responsible?"

Blaze let out a short, sharp laugh that was both cocky and dismissive. He crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Jack the Hammer? That’s a fairy tale they’re telling the children to keep them scared at night." He gave Greyson a look of pitying amusement. "We have an arson investigation underway. This looks like it was a deliberate fire, yes. But 'Jack the Hammer'? That's media bullshit designed to sell papers and get clicks."

He leaned forward, and his eyes hardened as he addressed the camera directly. "A real man isn't scared of ghosts in the dark. A real man fights fire with fire. This killer… if he even survived… is just some pathetic little fuck who likes to play with matches." He snorted with pure contempt. "My crew and I are trained to handle real threats. We're not here to chase boogeymen."

Blaze finished his statement and walked back towards a gathering of emergency responders who were arguing over how best to contain the scene. The camera held on him for a beat too long as Blaze’s broad back and meaty ass flexed visibly with every step. Then it cut back to Greyson Powers.

“You heard it here first,” Greyson intoned, “Jack the Hammer is not currently suspected of the arson which led to these deaths. Whether that is wise given the circumstances and available evidence is left for you viewers to determine. I’m Greyson Powers.”

The image switched to the game, but nobody was watching it any more. Finally, Derek stepped forward and cut through the fear. “You think this Jack got ‘em?”

Pierre leaned back, and his tattoos seemed to writhe as he put his arms behind his head. “It could be. It could also just be some fucking arson. A bad wire, a faulty stove… things burn down all the time.”

Joe scoffed. “Yeah? And our quarterback gets raped and murdered in his dorm, and you think that’s just ‘bad luck’? Get real, man. Someone got to Trojan in his fucking dorm room,”

The memory hung in the air.

“They found him,” Joe continued. “All… dismembered. Arms, legs… dick.”

A shudder went through the room. 

Joe whispered. “The police tried to keep it quiet, but the killer chopped Trojan’s dick off and forced it down Trojan’s throat before he bled out.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tanner muttered and looked genuinely worried for the first time anyone could remember.

“And his friend, Cody, the bodybuilder?” Derek added. “He danced at Meat Market too. They found his body in the sewers under that gym over by the highway. Same story. Raped, tortured… killed.”

“Hey, weren’t they in that calendar you two did!? The fundraiser for the athletic department?” Xander said as he turned towards Thor and Zeus with eyes wide.

Jeff glanced over at the rugby players across from him as he said, “Ya think Jack’s targeting the jocks on the calendar?”

Thor’s voice cut through the murmuring that followed. It was loud and full of a rage that threatened to boil over. “Whatever this psycho is doing, the police’ll catch him.”

Zeus put a hand on Thor’s shoulder, not to restrain him, but in solidarity. His own eyes were burning with a cold fire. “We could take a trip,” he said. His voice quiet but firm. “We can get out of here for a couple of weeks. Just go and relax somewhere away from the city.”

-

Away from the increasingly alarmed city’s throngs, an old dilapidated cabin stood in the forest. Jack growled at an old television flickering on a rustic stand. A bearded, handsome man’s severed head was posted atop the antenna like a trophy. The noise could barely be heard above the fucking he was giving to the blood soaked corpse of the hunter who had owned the place. The hunter had a tight, meaty bubble butt, and Jack had already filled it with his seed once when the hunter had still been barely alive. Jack’s grunting breaths grew in intensity as he look at the side of the cabin. Newspaper articles, fliers, photographs, and other images of his targets were pinned to the wall. A Morecock University student athlete’s association calendar filled the center. A red X marked through the month below each image of one of the college’s hunky athletes. Jack remembered how Trojan had screamed as the quarterback’s arms had come off, and how tightly Cody’s muscular ass had gripped Jack’s dick as Cody’s cute face had been bashed against the glass mirror.

Unfortunately, Jack knew the city, and campus especially, would be locked down for the next few weeks. His rage boiled his blood as much as his lust as he imagined all those musclebound jocks cowering in their dorms without him there to show them what real fear was. With a grunt, Jack came again. His thick, slimy cum oozed out of the dead body’s ruined hole. It was not enough. Not like when the man had screamed, begged, and thrashed. Jack would need to consider more places to hunt.

As he tossed the corpse aside, the news report ended, and a commercial started. The Big Timber Lumberjack Show splashed upon the screen in large letters as a montage of burly men in lumberjack outfits chopped down trees, climbed trunks, and split logs. The men’s outfits had been designed to show off their muscular bodies more than protect them from the splintering wood, and as Jack watched the lumberjack’s macho posturing for the camera, Jack wondered if his next big performance should be even more public.