Series: The Celebrity Assassin

[Studs3853]

3. Justin Bieber

Raul allowed himself to savour his first two celebrity kills for a few days, before doing his research into the next one. His research was incredibly thorough, often scouring the internet to find celebrities who were in the limelight at the moment and doing well. He wanted to hunt them down when they were at the top of their game and thought themselves to be indestructible.

A few hours into his research, Raul was disgruntled to receive a phone call from the organisation.

'We've captured a celebrity for you,' the mysterious man said over the phone. 'He was brought into police custody this morning and we've managed to acquire him. We wanted him eliminated.'

'I'm sorry,' Raul replied, clearly annoyed. 'I choose my own victims. I don't do requests.'

There was a pause. 'So I guess you don't wanna be the guy to murder Justin Bieber then?'

'Give me half an hour.'

There wasn't a second's hesitation. Immediately, Raul ran to his car and headed to the police station the mysterious man had told him Justin was being held in. Raul was about to carry out an act that many people around the world dreamed of. The only problem was that he didn't have a lot of time to prepare. Destroying Justin Bieber was an honour and he had to get it right, but he only had 30 minutes to plan it out and he did not know that equipment would be at his disposal. Despite this, a plan was beginning to form in his mind about how he could silence the cocky brat for good.

He pulled up outside the station, where one of the men from the organisation was waiting for him. He was slipped a fake police officer ID and made his way inside. He immediately recognised a figure sat in the waiting room - it was Justin's friend and mentor Usher. The rapper stood up as soon as he saw Raul.

'You running this thing?' Usher spat at him. 'Cos my buddy's been sat in that interview room for hours. It's against his human rights.'

'Don't worry sir,' Raul calmly said. 'We'll be dealing with Justin shortly.'

He couldn't help but grin as he pushed past a dissatisfied Usher and made his way to the interview room. He walked in and was instantly filled with hatred at the egotistical jerk that sat in front of him. Justin had whipped his top off, so was topless, and was leaning back with his seat on the desk, scratching his balls that sat underneath his exposed underwear and leather trousers.

'About time,' he said with a sigh. 'We gonna do this or what?'

'Hello Justin,' Raul said, closing the door and smiling at him sinisterly. He indicated that Justin should remove his feet from the table. The young tearaway hesitated for a moment and then obeyed.

'So listen pal,' Justin said. 'How much will it cost to make this go away?'

'I'm sorry?'

'How much for you to drop the charges? $1000? More? Or how about a car? Bet you'd like a decent motor. I can get you that.'

Raul was pacing around the room gleefully. 'Oh... the thing I want, you can't really put a price on.'

'Try me,' he said - clearly this guy didn't know who he was. He could get anything!

'I want you... dead.'

Justin burst out laughing. 'Well sorry buddy, but that's not gonna happen for a while yet.'

'No?' Raul responded, before leaping over the table and tackling Justin to the floor. Justin swore as he fell backwards and Raul reached down and grabbed the young man's balls - on in each hand - before squeezing hard. Justin went bright red, screeching and yelling as tears formed in his eyes.

'Now, Justin, this is what's gonna happen. Nobody in this station gives a fuck about you. You can scream for help but nobody's coming. Now, you've got two choices. You either let me fuck you like the slutty piece of trash you are, or I kill you right here... what's it to be?'

Justin let out a squeak. He thought his nuts were going to pop. He barely audibly screeched out the word 'fuck'. Raul stopped squeezing and Justin gasped, in unbelievable agony.

'Please, I can give you money...'

But his weak pleas were ignored as Raul roughly turned him over, ripping his trousers off and pulling his underwear down. He was already rock hard from torturing Justin so had no problem sliding his huge cock up his virgin hole. Justin screamed in agony. Tears streamed down his face and he thrashed about, clawing at the floor. Raul was incredibly rough - this wasn't for pleasure. This was about making Justin's final minutes an absolute misery.

The blubbering young star was spun back round onto his front, his ass red raw and his face streaming with tears. He was a snivelling wreck, nothing like that arrogant young guy who thought he was invincible before. He couldn't stop crying as he thought about how horrible his ordeal was.

'You crying like a baby is starting to get on my nerves,' Raul said, but Justin continued to wail. 'I think I'm going to have to shut you up.'

He crawled up Justin's body, until his wet cock was in the screaming guy's face. Justin's eyes widened in terror as it slid into his mouth. He thrashed and writhed like mad but Raul did not stop, lowering his cock deeper into Justin's throat until the singer could feel himself choking. He let out muffled screams and begs whilst relentlessly jerking about but Raul was just too strong. Unsurprisingly, Justin did not accept his death like a man, screaming and wailing until the last minute. Finally, he could take no more and was still, his devastated eyes staring up at the ceiling.

Raul stood up, pulling his pants up and looking at the dead stud with pure satisfaction. The most degrading death possible was a fitting end for such an annoying twerp. Raul took his usual trophy photo then began to gather his stuff. But was stopped in his tracks by a most unexpected turn of events...

The door was rammed open, with Usher striding in.

'Listen you've kept him here long enough-'

The rapper was stopped in his tracks by the scene in front of him. He stared in complete horror at Justin's unmoving body on the floor.

'Fuck-'

He turned to run but Raul was so much quicker, leaping over and wrapping his hands around the guy's neck, before snapping it in one swift motion. Slobber dripped out of Usher's mouth and he fell backwards onto Justin's belly dribbling all over his motionless friend. Raul was surprised and amused - another double killing! He took more photos of the pair together before casually heading off, leading the organisation to deal with the mess.

'Now that's what I call justice,' Raul muttered to himself.

 

[laserdude]

Very deserving deaths .. Nice!!!

 

[bogdan777]

Henry Cavill

 

[madriver]

Rafael Nadal

 

[Studs3853]

4. Rapping Things Up

Pure delight filled Raul's mind over the next couple of days at the idea that he had just eliminated the cockiest singer around from existence in the most degrading way. He could not focus on much else for a few days but eventually had to pull himself together as he received several impatient phone calls from the organisation.

This annoyed Raul - he liked to do things in his own time, not to be rushed. He had been brought right out of his good mood and his day was going to get worse. As he began researching his next victims, he received a phone call from one of the organisation representatives from the police station where he had murdered Justin and Usher.

'Listen we've got some dudes here asking questions about Usher. They know he was last seen here and they won't take no for an answer. I need you to come down here and deal with them.'

'I'm not your lap dog, deal with them yourself,' Raul spat, before hanging up.

He continued his research but was interrupted a further four times by the same guy, asking him to come down and sort out these men who were asking questions. Eventually, Raul ran out of patience. Absolutely livid, he stormed into his car and headed back to the station.

The four men who were going to feel Raul's fury were rapper friends of Usher. They had been working on a collaboration with him and he hadn't showed up for a few days. They knew he had escorted Justin to the police station so had come to look for him here. Raul burst in, glaring at the organisation rep who had summoned him here, before stomping over to the four men: Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Eminem and Drake.

'You in charge here?' Kanye asked, puffing out his chest.

'I've been told you've been giving my men some hassle... that's not a good idea.'

'Yeah well you just give us our friend back and we won't give you no more hassle.'

'I'm afraid I can't do that,' Raul answered, before leaning in and whispering in Kanye's ear. 'Because he's dead.'

Kayne leaned back and looked at him with confusion, but before he could say anymore, Raul took a large knife from his pocket and rammed it into Kanye's crotch, hitting his cock with incredible precision, which was immediately severed in two. Kayne screamed in agony and pulled down his trousers to see blood flowing out. There was tonnes of blood already. Raul showed him no sympathy, headbutting the rapper so he collapsed on the floor, desperately and unsuccessfully attempting to stop the blood flow. Raul was in no mood for games.

'What the fuck?!' Lil Wayne screamed, running towards Kanye, but Raul intercepted him, shoving the knife in the side of his neck until it was pushed through to the other side. Lil Wayne gargled and choked as blood poured out. His eyes widened in horror as he began to choke on his own blood, but Raul didn't give him the chance, waving the knife around like a samurai sword until it hacked into the rapper's neck again. Raul struck it with such force that his head was hanging on by a thread, which Raul also severed, causing Lil Wayne's stunned head to roll to the floor at Eminem's feet.

Eminem jumped back in horror, kicking the head in the direction of a wounded Kanye who screamed but was too weak to do anything and so was now lying face-to-face with his friend's decapitated head. Raul meanwhile, began advancing on Eminem, who was pleading and begging to be left alone as he backed away. Little did he know, he was walking straight into Raul's trap.

The police station had been booby-trapped in case Justin had decided to escape and unfortunate Eminem was stood right underneath one of those booby traps.

'OK, I'll leave you alone,' Raul said, noting Eminem's relief.

'Seriously?'

Raul laughed and flicked a switch next to him, a series of metal spikes rammed down at great speed. Eminem just had enough time to look up and scream before the middle spike ripped through his skull, continuing down the rest of his body until he was totally ripped apart, his blood and guts spewing across the floor and swamping the injured Kanye.

'Whoops,' Raul sadistically spat, before spinning around to face a petrified Drake, who was rooted to the spot in fear.

'You may have noticed, but I'm not in a very good mood today,' Raul said.

'I won't say anything, I promise!' Drake begged. Raul looked at his trousers, then hacked at them with his knife, revealing his toned legs which had piss trickling down them. Raul had thought so - the terrified stud was wetting himself.

After taunting him over this, Raul made sure he was incredibly close to Drake. He had never seen a man so frightened in his life. He was whispering to himself, squeaking about his family or some other sentimental crap that Raul paid no attention to. Finally, when Raul believed Drake's fear was at an absolute peak, he turned back round. Sensing Drake's immediate relief, he then spun round again and lodged his knife in the top of his head, with such strength as to rip through his skull and implant the knife in his brain.

A motionless Drake tumbled backwards, pain and sadness etched on his motionless face. Raul forcefully lifted the knife from out of his brain. He walked over to the organisation rep who looked absolutely terrified. Raul smiled, wiped Drake's brain gloop on the man's sleeve, then leaned in.

'I don't appreciate being called out to deal with shit like this... so if I see your face again, you will be joining them. Understand?'

The young rep nodded. He was clearly new and this was a strange world to him. Raul was tempted to kill him but knew he had to keep the organisation on side. With an approving nod, Raul backed up to Kanye, who was writhing on the floor as he continued to lose blood. With a look of contempt, Raul planted the knife in his heart. The writhing died down, though Raul knew he was still alive.

'He'll die from the blood loss eventually. You supervise him until he's gone then clean up this mess... and don't call me again.'

Kicking Lil Wayne's head out of his way, Raul left the rep to deal with the bloodbath. As he stood outside, he took a deep breath, sitting and pausing in his car. Now the last six kills had been jobs for other people - Raul had agreed to this on the understanding he would be choosing his victims, as he had rarely had that luxury in the past.

Arriving home, he sat in front of his computer.

'Now it's my turn,' he muttered. 'Now I get to choose...'

And with that, he began scouring the internet for his next unsuspecting victim...

 

[Studs3853]

Just a note to say that all chapters can be found here: celebrityassassin.tumblr.com and the password is raul

I've also put Chapters 5 (Zac Efron), 6 (Beach Massacre) and 7 (Johnny Menziel) on there but for future chapters I'll post them on here and there. Keep your requests coming - any celeb from any country and they can be big or small!

 

[Studs3853]

8. Ian Somerhalder

Raul woke up to find himself in a bit of a panic. Switching on the news, he heard reports about a group of jocks who had disappeared from the beach about a week ago - it seemed that his attempts to throw the families off the scent had only temporarily worked. Ordinarily, he would ask the organisation to cover it up but he had broken their rules of only murdering celebrities. He only hoped the news report wouldn't mention they were friends of Zac Efron's, or else Raul could be in big trouble with the organisation.

Wanting to lie low for a little bit, he decided to take a flight to another part of America, checking into a hotel and relaxing for a little bit to clear his head. Being a celebrity serial killer was harder than he had imagined and although it was satisfying, Raul couldn't help thinking he preferred it when he kept a low profile. However, it was a choice between killing celebrities or his freedom and Raul knew which one he wanted most.

As he got his key from reception, he turned round and knocked into someone.

'Sorry man,' he said, looking up, but he was stunned by who he saw. He had just knocked into actor Ian Somerhalder, who immediately grabbed Raul's attention with his piercing eyes and smouldering good looks. Raul remembered him from when he did his initial research. He had been put on the 'Maybe' list then but seeing him in person made Raul realise he couldn't let this one slip through his fingers.

'No worries,' Ian said with a smile, before heading out of the hotel for the evening.

Raul rushed up to his room and immediately got in touch with the organisation, telling them about what had happened and asking them to get him access into Ian's room. The mysterious man got on the case, whilst Raul did some further research on the hunk he was about to murder. After collecting information, he nipped out in order to retrieve the 'perfect' murder weapon.

By the time he came back, a member of the organisation was waiting in the hotel lobby for him. The member handed him a key to Ian's room, room 386 along with a badge which made him look like a member of staff. With a smirk, Raul headed up there, hiding in Ian's bathroom until the unsuspecting heartthrob arrived back at the hotel.

It took a while. Ian had gone out for some food and had met up with some friends and so he did not come back until the early hours. Raul sat up when he heard the door unlock and he could hear Ian's footsteps in the bedroom, as he slipped out of his shoes and hopped onto his bed. Seconds later, Raul heard the TV switch on. Taking his opportunity, he stood up and walked out of the bathroom.

'Shit!' Ian cried. 'You gave me a fright! What the hell are you doing?'

'Sorry sir,' Raul said, putting on his best professional voice. 'There was a fault with the bathroom light... I was just attending to it.'

'At 2 in the morning?' Ian asked, suspicion in his voice.

'I do apologise, sir,' Raul said.

'Why aren't you in uniform?' Ian asked, not liking the look of this at all.

'It's in the wash, sir.'

'OK,' Ian responded, clearly not believing him. 'I'm gonna call security, so you better get moving...'

'Sir?'

'Stop bullshitting! Just get out, yeah?'

He stood up now, moving towards Raul who defensively put his hands up.

'OK, OK... you got me... I'm actually here to kill you.'

Ian paused for a second, his eyes darting. 'W... what?'

'And you're a vampire, aren't you?' Raul asked, now cool and cocky, having completely turned the situation around. 'So what's the best way to kill a vampire?'

He allowed Ian to process this for a minute, before taking the sharp wooden stake out from underneath his jacket and lunging at a horrified Ian with it, ramming it straight through the stud's heart. Ian let out a gasp of horror and pain as his green t-shirt was stained with a large puddle of blood. Gasping and gaping like a fish, he stumbled backwards and fell onto the bed, the stake still protruding out of his heart. His entire t-shirt was now covered in blood. Ian, still alive, just looked stunned and confused.

Disconnecting the phone, Raul gave the star a cruel wave, before leaving the room and locking the door. Going downstairs, he told the organisation member to stand guard in the room and to only dispose of Ian once he was dead. Feeling satisfied, he headed to his own hotel room. He would sleep well tonight knowing that, just a few floors below him, another hot stud was slowly and brutally losing his fight for life...

 

[laserdude]

Very nice .. Love Ian! Love the method of death.

 

[Studs3853]

Keep the suggestions coming in guys! Thinking future chapters will include him heading off to some other countries for a bit. A trip to England would be good so any British celebs could get it. Obviously the One Direction guys are going to brutally massacred.

Also I was thinking of a World Cup themed chapter where he heads to Brazil to finish off some footballers, so any suggestions for that would be good.

But yeah any celebs you want really - not gonna run out of victims any time soon!

 

[xiaogong]

awesome! can you write about the brutal murder of male model, gym coach or athlete? and also asian celebs? i got some suggestions.
also, hope to see more brutal murder method, like autopsy, open chest, open stomach, cut off their muscle arms, dismember, beheading, or cannibalism (eat their flesh). I think it's more interesting and horny to read it. Thanks!

 

[Studs3853]

Yeah sure, just list some names of people you want to see!

 

[xiaogong]

for the footballers, Neymar and Cristiano Ronaldo will be the best choice! Great body and abs, wish to open their abs.

 

[Studs3853]

Definitely had those two in mind - especially Neymar. He's going to be very brutally savaged.

 

[xiaogong]

Awesome! I wish to see Neymar painful expression! He is definitely hot although he is thin, but he has a stunning body and face!

Here is a name list of some hot man, you may google for their photos and details. Just choose the guy you want to butcher, as cruel as bloody as savage as brutal as possible.

Aaron Diaz
Alex Prange
Bernardo Velasco
Brad Alphonso
Bradley Cooper
Carlos Freire
Chen Kun
Corey Sevier
Damon Liparli
Enrique Iglesias/Enrike Iglesias
Guilherme Leão
Jan Joon Soo
Jay Zuccato
Juan Yanes
Justin Hartley
Levi Poulter
Liam Exem
Maikel Castro
Matt Mullins
Nichkhun
Nick Ayler
Eddie Yu-yan Peng
Richard Brancatisano
Rodiney Santiago
Roni Kangun
Ryan Carnes
Seulong
Tobias Sorensen
Will Grant
Andy On Chi Kit
Lee Kyu Han
Rock Ji Huanbo
Kim Kang Woo
Bosco Wong
Won Bin
Lee Kyu Han
Gu Youming

Besides, actually I am more prefer to see the death of superhero or protagonist. I like to see the fight from the prey before they got killed, and they are actually not weak than the predator (such as Raul), but the predator always got some tactics to kill them. It may make the prey looks strong enough, so they will be worth to kill (or even eaten) by the predator. For suggestion, maybe Studs3853 can write a fiction novel, with the name of the celebs, but set different identities to them, such as soldier, cop, detective, etc.

Hope to see your new works again, thanks a lot!

 

[hotdog117]

nice!

 

[Studs3853]

9. World Cup Massacre: Neymar

After murdering Ian, Raul was able to finally enjoy his break, chilling in the hotel before heading out to a few bars. However, the assassin found himself unable to enjoy his evening due to people in the bar constantly going on about the World Cup, watching it on the TV, talking about it, not shutting up about it.

Rolling his eyes, Raul went back to his drink but when he caught a glance at the TV, he saw some of the guys who were playing. Many of them resembled some of his perfect kills and if the other players on other teams were like that, he had dozens of ripe men waiting for him over in Brazil. Setting down his drink, a delighted Raul headed back to the hotel.

As always, his research was thorough, scouting out potential victims from various teams. He had a lot of choice. Raul couldn't believe he had allowed these footballers to slip through his radar before. Despite the late hour, he immediately grabbed his phone and called the organisation. The mysterious man sounded weary when he answered.

'I need a flight to Brazil as soon as possible,' said Raul.

The mysterious man glanced at his TV, which was also blaring out the game. He gave a slight smile, knowing exactly what Raul was plotting. 'Consider it done.'

The next day, Raul was flying into the country, carefully plotting his moves. He knew there were far too many football players to wipe out all of them (though he'd have sincerely liked to) so Raul had to be selective. Despite the wide array of choices, he managed to narrow it down to a select few, though it was still more than enough to whet his appetite. He was salivating at the thought of those hunky football players, sweaty in their tight kits and pleading for mercy. Raul didn't think he had been this excited about a kill in a very long time.

Raul had his own driver from the organisation who would be able to get him access to the places he wanted to go during his time here. If he needed to fly to another city, get access to a stadium or make his way into a player's hotel room, this driver could facilitate this.

'Where first?' the driver gruffly asked as soon as Raul hopped into the car.

'The Brazil training ground,' Raul answered. 'Time to pay the hosts a little visit...'

***

In that very training ground, Brazillian wonder Neymar was just drying himself off after a long and satisfying shower. Training had gone well today and Neymar was feeling positive as he dressed in his tight black spare training kit. He figured he would rest for a little bit then head out for some more exercises. Smirking at his reflection in the mirror, he appreciated how the tight kit hugged his impressive figure perfectly, particularly his pert butt. This guy really did have it all.

Suddenly, the football star spun around, having heard some movement in the changing rooms. All was quiet now and most of the other players had gone to wind down after an intensive training session. Neymar figured someone had forgotten something but nobody showed themselves. Unaware he was now sharing a room with a guy who was going to brutally torture and murder him, Neymar shrugged and headed towards the exit.

He cried out though as a hooded figure jumped out, punching him in the groin and putting a chloroform rag over his mouth. Neymar struggled and screamed but was no match for Raul and was left in a state of confusion and desperation as everything went blurry and he lost consciousness. The superstar with everything to live for was taking his first steps towards his grisly doom...

***

Neymar woke up still looking pristine, feeling dazed as he struggled to gain focus. Finally able to see, he found he was lying on a large grey slab, his hands and legs tightly bound so he was eagle-spread. Stood above him was Raul, holding a small basket and smiling, appreciating Neymar in all his glory.

'Hello Neymar,' said Raul still sporting his sadistic smirk. 'We're going to play a little game.'

'What the fuck is this?!' Neymar cried. 'Where am I?!'

'My name is Raul. You're in the basement of your training ground. Nobody knows you're here.'

'What will happen to me?' the young man whimpered, before muttering in his native tongue.

'I won't lie to you Neymar,' responded Raul. 'It's not going to be pleasant... but if you work with me, I can try and make this as bearable as possible for you, OK?'

Neymar scrunched up his face in fear and upset, as tears began to stream down his face. He knew this was bad but he was Brazil's star player - surely someone would come looking for him? He just had to hold his nerve against this psycho and soon he would be free. He slowly nodded, breathing heavily - a luxury he would not have for long.

'Now there are various forfeits in this basket which I'm going to pick out for you. You can choose to do the forfeit or refuse... but please remember that if you refuse, there will be consequences. Understand?'

Neymar whimpered to show that he understood. How had his life got to this?! Everything had been going so perfectly! Raul smiled and delved into the basket, picking out the first piece of paper. He opened it up and held it in front of Neymar's face so he could read his forfeit.

'Cut off left leg...' Neymar read slowly. 'WHAT THE FUCK?! NO! No you can't cut off my leg!'

Raul smirked and picked up a chainsaw, revving it up. Neymar shrieked and protested.

'Is that a no then?' Raul asked.

'Yes but please... it's not my fault... this isn't fair...'

'Well I said there'd be consequences...'

With that, Raul set the chainsaw down and moved towards the door. Neymar snivelled and looked confused, but also fearful as he expected anything to happen at any time. The door was opened and Raul led in Neymar's teammate Oscar, who looked very confused, especially when he saw Neymar tied up.

'I told Oscar here that I was playing a little prank and I needed him,' Raul smiled.

Neymar began screaming at Oscar to leave and Oscar turned to Raul, his hands on his hips.

'OK, what is going on?'

Raul didn't answer, instead taking a screwdriver and in one swift motion ramming it through Oscar's right ear. Neymar screamed in horror as Oscar grunted as the screwdriver penetrated his brain. Blood trickled from his ear and he toppled forward, motionless. He hadn't even comprehended what had happened.

'You killed him!' a devastated Neymar screamed.

'Yes I did. Do you see now? I have your team waiting out there... and for every forfeit you refuse, I will bring them in one by one and murder them in front of your eyes.'

This was impossible for Neymar - these men were his best friends, like brothers to him. He couldn't allow them to die, but if the forfeits were as horrific as the first one, he was petrified. He began screaming for help but nobody was coming. This was like something out of a horror film. Neymar bawled as Raul picked out the next forfeit. The footballer just kept staring at his best friend's motionless body on the floor. Raul held the next forfeit in front of Neymar's face. He almost threw up in his mouth. It read 'Castration'.

'So Neymar... your teammate or your dick?'

Neymar looked at Oscar's body and howled. He didn't think he could live with the guilt if he chose his manhood over one of his best buddies so with a reluctant nod allowed Raul to slice his cock off. Raul smirked and pulled down Neymar's shorts and underwear, revealing a big chunky cock.

'No wonder you're sorry to see this fella go!' Raul said. Neymar closed his eyes and prayed but nothing could prepare him for the pain as Raul chopped it off in one swift motion. It went flying off into another part of the room as Neymar's eyes bulged and he screamed and writhed. Blood poured out, which Raul stemmed with a cloth.

'You... bastard...' Neymar gasped. 'You... will... pay...'

Not as much as you will, Raul thought to himself, as he delved into the basket again. Neymar was in sheer agony. He had been injured on the pitch numerous times but had never experienced raw pain like it, and the thought of never having his prized possession again was unbearable. Raul shoved the next forfeit in front of him. It read 'Chop right leg off'.

Neymar actually did throw up this time, the combination of thinking about amputation and his actual castration becoming too much for him. His chunky leg was impressive and Neymar couldn't come to terms with the fact it would be brutally lopped off by a maniac with a chainsaw.

'I think I'll slowly torture your next teammate...' Raul menacingly whispered.

'OK... do it!' Neymar screamed. 'Chop it off!'

He scrunched his face up and Raul cruelly commented that he was much less attractive when he threw a tantrum. Neymar spat in his face, cursing him in every language he knew. Raul couldn't believe the stud would be so idiotic when he had a chainsaw in his hand! Raul dragged out the torture even longer, holding the chainsaw above Neymar's leg for a good few seconds before lowering it.

'Wait! I change my mind!' Neymar screamed, but it was too late. Raul had already started hacking through his toned leg. Neymar let out an excruciating howl and gargle of agony as Raul awkwardly savaged it with the chainsaw, until it was fully severed from his body. Raul wiped the bloody end of it in Neymar's face to taunt him before casting it aside but the stud had already passed out from the agony. His face was now a bloody, pain-contorted mess - not one belonging to a heartthrob.

'Wakey wakey,' Raul said, waving smelling salts under Neymar's nose and holding the next forfeit in front of his eyes. Neymar blubbered as he woke up - he thought he had died, and that had seemed the preferable option. His leg was arbitrarily bandaged up but blood was everywhere. He felt incredibly weak and the pain was unbearable.

'A doctor...' he murmured.

'Just two more forfeits and we're done, I promise,' Raul said, shoving the next one in his face again. Neymar struggled to read it but saw that it involved slicing his stomach open. His tight black t-shirt had already been lifted up to reveal his toned abs. Neymar vomited some more and Raul seemed to accept this as permission and so immediately ran his knife (which had already seen plenty of action during his time as a celebrity assassin) down Neymar's stomach.

Neymar gargled and groaned as his stomach opened up and his insides began spilling out. Neymar knew he was close to death now and grabbed Raul, begging him to help him as the young stud thought about his family. The pain had just taken over his body.

'One more, then I help you,' Raul answered.

'Do it... just do it...' Neymar muttered, determined to get out of this hell.

Raul unfastened Neymar's bonds and pushed the stud to the floor so he was lying on top of Oscar's body. Neymar vomited some more over his friend as he was face to face with his buddy's lifeless corpse. Raul was more concerned with Neymar's tight butt, which was completely unscathed. Everything else was blood and vomit soaked, but not his ass. As Neymar weakly tried to get up, Raul ripped his shorts and underwear open and rammed his own huge cock up Neymar's asshole.

Raul was not gentle and Neymar's final energies were put into screaming as he was rocked in every direction. The momentum caused more of his guts to spill out all over Oscar and he could feel himself slipping away. But this still wasn't good enough for Raul, who yanked one of Neymar's blood-stained socks from his feet, tightened it and hoisted it round Neymar's neck, raping and strangling him at the same time. Neymar gargled and spluttered as Raul leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

'And just so you know... the rest of your team left ages ago... none of them were outside.'

Neymar howled one last time as he digested this information, before Raul pulled tighter and he lost oxygen, his bloodied and mangled body tipping forward on top of Oscar's. Raul had not just killed Neymar. He had destroyed him.

The driver was instructed to clear the mess up and even he was shocked at the state of Neymar.

'Oh believe me,' smiled Raul. 'You've not seen nothing yet... this World Cup's about to get a hell of a lot more interesting...'

 

[Brian2012]

Couple of England players for your world cup massacre, the goalkeeper Joe Hart and Ross Barkley

 

[xiaogong]

Great works! Neymar is so hot! A good tortured for him! But hope to see his shirtless pic in the article, hehe~
Another hot suggestion - Cam Gigandet, he has a perfect lean muscular shape.

 

[Pyro Yoshi]

Nice, I loved the Kanye/Lil Wayne/Eminem/Drake chapter.

I retract my statement about just suggesting celebrities I'm not keen on. You might not be into this suggestion, but could you do a chapter where the members of Nile get killed? They're my number one favorite band, and I've never seen or read any guro involving them.



The guys are George Kollias (left) Dallas Toler-Wade (middle) and Karl Sanders (right).

You can't really tell from the picture, but Karl is overweight, so he should get his gut sliced open. I've got a rough idea, you can use it if you'd like. Raul sees the opportunity and takes it. He enters Nile's tour bus, sneaks up on Dallas and slits his throat so far he's nearly decapitated, then he slices Karl's stomach open. Right after that, George boards the bus and sees what's happened. He's the drummer, so he'd have faster reflexes, but he'd get killed anyway, and end up getting impaled through the eye by a long object. Raul then leaves Karl to bleed to death, knowing he won't get far.

No piss or shit please, as I'm not into that. However, if you could include puke that would be awesome.

 

[Pyro Yoshi]

Edited, I didn't mean to double post.