Brent and Nathaniel’s Appalachian Trail Hike

[JValdez]

Brent and Nathaniel’s Appalachian Trail Hike

© fiorno67, JValdez 2011

The pure mountain air and mist was a welcome awakening to brothers Brent and Nathaniel, on their annual hike along the Appalachian Trail. Starting at the Maine headlands, they had made it their version of spring break since late High School and now college, and were in the middle of Virginia, high in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Previous treks had been relatively unremarkable, except for the year that a black bear surprised them in the middle of the night, but decided against “the other white meat” that time. Just as they were getting ready to put down for the night, Nathaniel had slipped and twisted his right ankle very badly; Brent had performed first-aid on it, but it was obvious that more extensive care was necessary. Because they both were nursing majors, with an interest in physical education, their bodies were remarkably fit, but this injury reminded both that it was at least a full day’s hike to the nearest town with appropriate facilities. Nathaniel had passed a very restless and painful night. “Brent, I think we will be delayed today—I just can’t stand on it right now”, Nathaniel informed Brent. “Bummer, bro”, Brent answered; “I know it’s painful, but I think if we chill out until noon or so then check you out that maybe it’ll be better”. “Here, let me change the bandage”, he instructed his younger brother, and unwound and then reapplied it to Nathaniel’s ankle and muscular calf for support. They were intimately familiar with one another’s bodies. In fact, they were so comfortable with each other that the term “Bromance” could have been coined for them; they hugged each other at emotional moments, put their arms around each other’s shoulders after strenuous games, and obviously loved each other. As brothers. As attractive as they were, friends and family loved invite them to all types of social functions, because they always lit up a room, striding in together, more often than not with the current girlfriend (or a wife in Nathaniel’s case) in tow. Brother love.

The morning mist gave way to brilliant sunshine, and then softer afternoon light, as Nathaniel and Brent dozed off with little cat naps. The peaceful afternoon was shattered by two local mountain men, who had just arrived at their little camp. “Ain't ya learned to walk yet? Aint ya learned to run... aw, thought you townie boys were SMART! Well, c'mon, git, we need to get ya patched up! And yer just in time for dinner”, cackled the larger of the two overalled men. Brent and Nathaniel looked at each other, slightly weary, but what choice did they have? They'd have to get Nathaniel off that leg . . ."Hang in there, bro", Brent said, "We'll call the hospital as soon as we get to their place."
"Call? CALL? Hell, ain't been no phone 'round here for 15 years”, the smaller, more gentle of the hillbillies answered. "Tell ya what, we'll send one o' the youngin's to town and fetch the doc, alright?" offered the big one, It wasn't long until the brothers found themselves in a ramshackle house, stepping carefully onto a whitewashed porch decorated with junk even a trash yard would refuse to stock. "Big fellah, what's yer names?" the big man asked. "My name's Brent, and this is my brother, Nathaniel. We gotta thank you for helping out. We weren’t at all looking forward to getting back on our own", Brent answered. "Well, friends call me Job, and this is my cousin Jeb", The larger of the hillbillies laughed. "Y’all townies really need to learn to watch where yer goin!" Jeb walked over and grabbed Nathaniel from his older brother. "I'll take 'im back to the bedroom and get 'im cleaned up while you relax a spell”, Jeb noted. Job glanced at Brent and repeated ,"Yeah, you relax a spell, wait here while Jeb and the womenfolk take care o' yer kin." Unbeknownst to Brent there were no womenfolk in the bedroom, indeed, no one else in the house at all, but the line of skulls hanging on the walls hinted that these two brothers weren’t the only ones to have visited.
Exhausted and groggy from efforts to reach the house, Nathaniel began to stir as he was led in, regaining his senses. "Wh-- where am I" He mumbled. "No place ya need to worry ‘bout," Jeb explained. "You hurt'cherself in the woods, we're here to take care of you. Come on... lets get those nasty ass clothes off ya." Jeb continued. “Wait... no, wait!" Nathaniel protested. "Where's Brent?" he anxiously asked. "Shut yer mouth, boy!" Jeb yelled as he smacked the boy across the face. "And git yer kit off!" Jeb began to slowly undress Nathaniel; Nathaniel tried his best to resist, but soon found himself nude. To his utter astonishment a gag was shoved in his mouth; he found his hands cuffed behind his back, and a noose being placed around his muscular neck. Astonishment gave way to horror as his glance upward revealed what seemed like an arrangement of wooden beams almost touching the very high ceiling of the room. ”I gots ta inspect ya’ll for damage; best not to fight it”, Jeb chuckled, and began to pull the rope of the noose running through a pulley. Nathaniel kicked and fought as his feet rose off the floor; his neck strained with the effort of supporting his muscular, fit body; trickles of sweat began to run from his neck as it’s veins became prominent and started pulsing. The muscles contracted and jerked, trying without success to free itself and the magnificent body now thrashing about under it. Nathaniel attempted to scream; the only sound escaping was a guttural grunt, unnatural and animal-like. “Y’all got’s a fine set a low hangers; lemme pull those suckers even lower”, Jeb hissed, and attached a 25 pound weight to Nathaniel’s testicles. Nathaniel’s face contorted in agony as the weight began pulling his balls lower and lower, distending his abdomen downward. Jeb grabbed Nathaniel’s hard cock and began jerking it, causing the accumulated pre-cum to splash onto his overall. “Damn!” he exclaimed, gotta work this puppy a little more!”; his fat weather-beaten fingers mauled Nathaniel’s tender cock shaft as he pumped it faster and faster. Nathaniel grunted, the cock pulsed, Jeb bit the head hard, drawing a little blood. “Cain’t cum now, partner!”, he screeched; Nathaniel’s face had turned an ominous dark blue colour; his tongue was already protruding from his lips and was an angry purple colour. Jeb sauntered to a long, narrow glass-fronted cabinet under the skulls and muttered “Well, looky looky here—this one’s from the last young pup we’all had!” and began laughed low but hysterically. His face turned red with the effort and hilarity; he returned to Nathaniel, now very quiet, and lowered his feet to the floor. After a few moments, colour began to return to his face; he coughed and attempted to clear his still-noosed neck and gagged mouth, the respite was all too brief as Jeb hauled him back up and tied the rope to a clamp on the wall. He approached Nathaniel, looked up and showed him the thing that he had retrieved from the cabinet. “Now this’un ain’t as purty as yers, but it gits the job done!” he laughed. Nathaniel was in too much distress to discern exactly what it was, but as soon as the stuffed and preserved member was shoved in his ass, he knew. Tears flooded down his cheeks, his ass wriggled and writhed to escape the long dead cock of a previous guest. As his face began to lose colour once more, Jeb again grabbed Nathaniel’s cock and started jerking it, back and forth with his rough hands. This time, as Nathaniel passed out, the cock shot an enormous load of cum that splattered the floor and everything around it. His beautiful body was quiet. Jeb pulled out a hunting knife from his overalls and knelt down in back of Nathaniel’s ankles. He held the right one firmly in his hand and began sawing through the Achilles tendon. Blood spattered everywhere. Nathaniel’s foot suddenly flopped obscenely downward, like a doll’s foot. Jeb immediately repeated the same operation on the left ankle with the same result. Satisfied with his work, he lowered Nathaniel to the floor and dragged him to the bed, tying him over the edge of the bed. Nathaniel groaned through the still-present gag with agony as his feet turned at unnatural angles and he was unable to walk. Jeb popped open his fly, taunting: "Been gittin' tired of fuckin' Job--his ass is too fat, anyway". With that, he began to ram his long skinny dick into Nathaniel's ass. Nathaniel started to buck and fight as best he could, but all he could do was scream into the gag and sob. The rape continued for nearly an hour, until with a final jerk of excitement, Jeb filled Nathaniel's ass with warm cum, flooding out around his dick. "Git in here you big strong townie-- need some help gittin' dinner ready." Job called out across the ramshackle house as he slowly unbuckled the belt from his waist. "Keep your voice down, boy!" Jeb whispered harshly, as he rounded the door quickly. Brent demanded “Where the fuck is my brother?” "I told ya yer brother was in back gitting cleaned up and tended to!", Jeb answered.

 

[JValdez]

Brent and Nathaniel’s Appalachian Trail Hike

Part II

Brent was determined to find his brother, pushing past his hillbilly hosts; as soon as he reached the corner, Job immediately pulled the belt around Brent's neck!

It quickly cut off blood flow to his brain and made breathing difficult. The pressure was intense. These hillbillies were nothing if not strong. Brent struggled and kicked, trying with every ounce of strength to wedge his fingers under the belt, but with no results. His neck started to bleed from scratches in the attempt. Soon his elbows began to slam into the hillbilly's gut, but he was already losing his strength; the blows were futile. Eventually he passed out.

"Heh! Jeb! This one was a fighter!" Job yelled into the other room. "Lets go ahead and get the yongn' chopped up, I gots an idea for some fun tonight!" “Let’s get Nathaniel secured to a tree stump. Then we can all have some fun” Jeb answered. Nathaniel heard his name mentioned and started bawling. Almost immediately, he was untied from the bed, dragged outside, and tied to a large stump in the yard. A Rottweiler watched from the back stoop. “Please!” I don’t want to die!” Nathaniel begged. “Haha, death is only a part of it, we’re gonna rip you up!” Job sneered. Nathaniel began weeping quietly. Nathaniel’s wrists were bound to either side. His head was held in place in the middle of the stump by a piece of rope looped around his neck. He was bent over a metal pipe, cemented into the ground, which kept his ass in line with the rest of his body. His knees were tied to the pipe. Jeb and Job carried out a cat-o nine-tails and a cattle prod to use on Nathaniel. His back was being ripped apart by the sharp pieces of metal braided into the whip. Blood trickled down his sides. Job had administered several electric shocks to Nathaniel’s balls before shoving the cattle prod into his ass. Nathaniel’s body jerked with each jolt of electricity. Jeb sat on the stump fucking his mouth. Job began to finger Nathaniel’s now bleeding asshole. “Shove the whole thing in”, Jeb suggested; Job laughed and began to shove his whole fist up Nathaniel’s ass. Nathaniel screamed in pain. “Please stop, please”, he begged. Job continued to shove his forearm into Nathaniel’s muscular, bloody hole. Job finally pulled out. “I gots an idea,” Jeb chortled. He walked back to the house and returned with a rusty hacksaw and an oversized axe. He grabbed the saw and walked over to Nathaniel’s left arm. Jeb looked to Job, “Maybe he’d like it more if he fisted himself”, he hissed; Nathaniel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “No!”, he screamed. Jeb began to saw through Nathaniel’s thick deltoid muscle. Blood began to spray as muscle and flesh were ripped apart. The pain was mindblowing. In about a minute, the arm was severed. Blood pumped from it’s stump as Nathaniel writhed in pain. Jeb untied Nathaniel’s limp wrist from it’s restraint. He tossed the severed arm to Job who pulled his own arm out of Nathaniel’s ass. Job bent Nathaniel’s fingers back and began shoving the severed arm into Nathaniel’s own ass. He shoved it well past the elbow. Nathaniel’s eyes began to roll back as he let out a deep bellow, in excruciating pain. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Job pushed the arm in and out, fisting Nathaniel for what felt like an eternity. He finally pulled the arm out and set it on the ground in front of the boy. Job shoved his 12” cock into Nathaniel’s ass just as Jeb shot a thick load of cum deep in the boy’s throat. Nathaniel coughed up some cum, then started screaming as Job roughly fucked his tight ass. “Shut him up!” Job commanded; he picked out a 12-inch dildo and tossed it to Jeb to use as a silencer. Jeb shoved the entire length into Nathaniel’s throat, until the latex balls were flat against the boy’s chin. Nathaniel could no longer breathe, much less scream. Job pounded the boy’s ass, enjoying the way Nathaniel’s body squirmed now that his air had been cut off. His face was turning red. Thick veins could clearly be seen along Nathaniel’s muscular neck. Something heavy hit the stump directly in front of the suffocating boy’s face. When his eyes focused, Nathaniel could see that it was a very large axe. Jeb rested his hands on the axe handle, waiting for the signal. “I’m just about there,” Job advised; the axe disappeared from Nathaniel’s view. It was now high in the air above his head. “Now!” yelled Job. The axe came down hard, chopping through Nathaniel’s thick neck. His head rolled off the stump. Job pumped Nathaniel’s ass with cum, as blood poured from the bloody stump. The axe had sliced off three inches of the dildo in Nathaniel’s throat. The severed chunk of latex was still lodged in his neck stump. The brothers moved to retrieve Nathaniel’s head. His eyes were frozen in a wide gaze of terror. Blood matted his neck, chin, and hair. Returning to Nathaniel’s decapitated torso, they discovered that the dog had taken over-- mounting and fucking the headless body. “Damn!”, exclaimed Jeb. “King’s a horny bastard!” While they waited for King to finish, Job pulled the dildo out of the boy’s mouth. Jeb dislodged the 3-inch chunk of dildo from the boy’s neck stump and tossed it. He grasped the bottom of the skull and began fucking the mouth of the severed head. Within minutes gobs of cum and blood shot out of Nathaniel’s neck stump. King finally pulled out of Nathaniel’s body and started licking himself. Job laughed, grabbing the head for his turn. The men continued to fuck Nathaniel’s head and body for several hours before Jeb began removing the boy’s bindings. Job sliced off Nathaniel’s genitals and placed them in a bucket. They then turned Nathaniel over and sprawled out his body. His remaining hand and both feet were chopped off and placed with his genitals. They then took a large knife, split open his gut, and proceeded to pull out the intestines, looping them over a series of wooden racks designed to spread them their full length. Because of his excellent physical condition, there was not much fecal matter remaining in the nearly 30 feet of tubing draped over the racks. The men worked together to rinse and clean it thoroughly, since it would be used as sausage casing. Job reached in and with an excellent slicing and pulling motion extracted the still-beating heart. “Lord have mercy!” he exclaimed, “This is one of the best ones we’ve seen Jeb!” Jeb gazed jealously at Nathaniel’s muscular organ, obscenely rubbing his crotch. Job growled “Not now, you old horndog, we’s got work to do!” The heart was rinsed, placed in a special roasting rack, and covered with special aromatic herbs. Job then extracted the rest of the internal organs until the empty, bloody glistening cavity resembled an android waiting for parts. Nathaniel’s torso was still perfect, even minus his guts. The only other part salvaged was the liver; the men enjoyed their reputation as the area’s “Mountain Men Pate Purveyors”; patrons never asked the source of the exquisitely delicious delicacy, but looked forward to it’s infrequent appearance. The liver joined the heart, still beating, and was placed in a low oven for gentle roasting over the next couple of hours. Work then commenced on the limbs; Nathaniel’s muscular legs were first very carefully shaved to remove any hair, then de-jointed at the knee; each brother very carefully created fillets from each lower and upper leg; the bones were piled at the end of the work table. The arms were processed in the same manner; the resulting fillets were naturally smaller, but both men’s mouths watered at the thought of bicep fillet. There was a substantial pile of excess tissue and what little fat Nathaniel’s body carried in the middle of the table; it was collected and dropped into a large stock pot for boiling with more of the special aromatic herbs in preparation for sausage. They never shared the sausage, except with friends and family, it was that good. The torso was rinsed, generously sprinkled with herbs, salt, pepper and olive oil, sewn back up, and hoisted onto a large spit piercing the ass and exiting the neck stump. Job and Jeb gently affixed the spit to a motorized drive over a mesquite fire near the large stump outside, set it turning and returned to the house to clean up and prepare for dinner. After some time, Job came running out of the house frantically heading towards the torso, “Oh shit!” he yelled; “ it’s burned!”, he added, and stopped the drive. Using heavy industrial-strength gloves, he slid the torso off the spit onto the work table and began to carve the ass and breast off, which were still not over-done. Disgusted with the turn of events, he kicked the steaming remains to the ground, where they were sure to be appreciated and eaten by King and other animals who would show up later.

 

[JValdez]

Brent and Nathaniel’s Appalachian Trail Hike

Part III

Inside the house Brent began to come to; the first sensation he felt were ropes that bound him to a splinter- filled rickety chair. The second sensation was that of his hard cock being jerked very rapidly, just before it pumped a huge load into a waiting glass held by Job. “’Preciate that, boy!”. Job exclaimed, “We’ll need a little special sauce for our special dinner!” he laughed. Brent faded again; as he came back, blurry forms begin to coalesce, and he noted that he was seated in front of a dining table; the two hillbillies seated near him. “Sorry 'bout that", Jeb joked with a laugh; "You were really out of your head, had to calm ya down after you started swingin’ at me."Job nodded sarcastically. "Yep! Heard quite a ruckus . . .now we gots some dinner for you, if you ain’t gonna start swinging at us again that is!" he added. Brent screamed, "Fuckin’ untie me!" The older of the hillbillies smacked the struggling Brent as he sat helpless in the chair. "Now you behave, or I'll give you a second smile, you dumb townie little bitch." Job teased. "Now eat yer dinner”, he added

A plate with what looked like possibly a pork chop was placed in front of Brent, accompanied by green beans and toast. "I'm gonna let ya have one of your hands; you try anything funny . . . my brother over there . . he's gonna blow ya head off with that shotgun in his lap. You hear me?", Job questioned. Brent sat still; the last thing on his mind was food. Jeb cut a piece of the meat and shoved it hard into Brent's mouth. "You'll want to taste this, really, its quite special", he joked. Brent chewed it, reluctantly swallowing. He finished his chop and was ordered to eat another. He noted that the taste was surprisingly quite good. Jeb speared one of the fillets and nearly swallowed it whole. “Damn, that’s good!” he whispered. “Bit lean, but good!” He grabbed another fillet and chowed down on that one. “Mmmmm!” he slurped; “Could’a’ used a bit a bastin’ though!” he managed to grunt out through his full mouth. Job sat down at his plate laughing, and slid his plate to Brent. “Here, eat this one, the skin is good for ya” The leathery skin was still attached. There was a design on it, unlike anything a butcher shop would use. It appeared to be the top corner of a compass rose---Nathaniel and Brent’s tattoo!! . "Tender, great meat,huh?” Jeb said. “You should have heard the piggy squeal when we killed it”. Brent was stunned. He knew immediately what he was looking at, but there was no way that it could be true, that it could be happening. He spit out the meat in his mouth. The younger mountain man laughed. “I don’t believe it. I don’t!” Brent screamed I wanna see my fucking brother!” he continued. Jeb shrugged, reached under the table, and pulled out Nathaniel’s head. His own cock and balls sliced off and shoved in his mouth. Jeb slammed the head down in front of Brent saying. "Wowee! That sure was worth it! C'mon, don't you wanna give your brother a nice big kiss?" Nathaniel’s eyes gazed forward blankly, stupidly. Brent vomited violently, covering his dead brothers head in puke. "Mother fucker!”, Brent exclaimed, grabbing his fork with his free hand and bucking wildly in his chair. Jeb cocked the shotgun and shoved it right into Brent's face. "Now you settle down now..." he ordered while Job moved behind Brent to try and wrestle him to his feet. Brent calmed his body and began to sob; he looked at Nathaniel’s vomit-covered head and dead gaze. The brothers tied Brent’s hands to his back and dragged him into the kitchen, the shotgun never ceasing to point at him. Jeb pulled a pocket knife out when they reached the kitchen and started to slice away all of Brent's clothing. "Well lookit that--they both got the same mark on 'em", he remarked as he spied the tattoo. Brent knew what was about to happen to him and struggled violently. Jeb was unfortunately a rather strong man; as Brent began to struggle, several punches landed in his head to disorient him. Job rushed over to the wooden table, covered in pots and pans and quite a bit of blood already, and shoved everything onto the floor. Brent lay on the floor, fading in and out of consciousness. The brothers bent him over the table, shed their clothing, each taking turns with the shotgun while they did so. Their fat hairy bodies already sported large erections as they positioned themselves behind Brent and started to hammer their cocks into his ass. Brent cried-- he couldn’t believe that the body he worked this hard for was being reduced to meat! They then flipped Brent over onto his back and pushed him onto the table. Ropes were used to tie him down. “We slipped you a Viagra earlier”, Jeb said. Brent’s cock was beginning to form a thick meaty erection. Job returned to the dining room and retrieved Nathaniels head. He pulled the cock out of the boy’s mouth, setting it on the counter, and washed the head under the sink. He then placed Nathaniel’s dead lips on Brent’s meaty cock. “Don’t worry, we filed the teeth down for ya”,Job said. He bobbed the dead head on Brent’s hard cock rapidly. Brent cried and screamed. Within ten minutes, cum started to pour out of Nathaniel’s neck stump. “Wheweee you liked that too, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll probably give great head too,” Job remarked. He threw Nathaniel’s head back in the sink. "So, how ya wanna do this one?" Job asked. "I know" he added, and then he pulled out his large skinning knife, placing it at the base of Brent's groin. "Ooo... such nice skin on this'n, lets be sure to keep it", the younger brother said with a smile as he began to jerk off into Brent’s face. Brent screamed for help."Haha! Lookit that one! No one around to help ya, but thanks for opening that big sexy mouth of yours" ,he interjected, adding "Now suck it good, ya chunk of meat, or I promise you you'll regret it." Brent began to bite down on the cock, thinking that this would be his only chance of freeing himself. "Ah! Job Help! Thisn' tryin' to take me pecker with 'im!" Jeb screamed. "Serves ya right for play'n before he's dead ya iggit!" Job said as he came over to Brent to try and free Jeb. Brent continued to bite down, pulling on the cock. The cock came free of the younger mountain man, blood filling Brent's mouth. Jeb fell down screaming in the corner as blood began to flow out of him like water. "Damn it!" Job yelled as he grabbed his knife from Brent's naked body, and swiftly slit his own brother's throat. "Fool... now you're REALLY gonna pay and hurt. That was my brother!” he continued. Brent spit excess blood at Job; he walked over to Brent, and held the knife at his throat . . .almost about to slice it clean through . . . but then decided not to. He put the knife down at Brent's groin and inserted the blade deep, right at the base of Brent’s balls. “Motherfucker!", Brent screamed; Job began to saw at Brent, circling his cock and balls with the knife . . . but not slicing them off . . . not yet . . .he started to cut the skin loose, a long thin line going up the center of Brent's chest. "You killed my brother, you son of a bitch... I'm gonna make this last as long as I can”, he growled. "Shut your damn screamin!" Job yelled, as he marched into the other room, leaving the knife stuck deep into Brent's belly. When he returned, he had Nathaniel’s cock and balls in his hands, and shoved them hard into Brent's mouth. "Much better!” he hissed, and kept sawing up the body, around the neck; he began to pull the skin taut. Brent tried to spit the cock out but it was lodged tightly in his throat. His muscular neck bulged and began sweating heavily with the effort to expel his brother’s genitals. “This is so fucked up!” he thought. With a final herculean effort, Job managed to pull Brent’s young tight skin away from his body. He draped it on his own hideous body, tattoo facing the bleeding and dying townie. "Looks good, dutn' it?" he teased. Brent was fading fast. To prolong Brent's pain, Job had one last task to perform before chopping off the boy's head. He grabbed Brent's cock in one hand, and then slowly sawed through it with his knife, making sure to prolong the process as much as possible. Even limp and dead, Brent’s cock meat was an impressive six inches. “Mmmmm mmmm!” Job hissed, smacking his lips; Brent murmured a cry. At last, Job grabbed a cleaver from the kitchen drawer; he wasted no time bringing it down on Brent's neck, sending his head flying. Blood splashed out of his neck stump in a thick spray. Job picked up the severed head. Brent’s eyes were open, but in a dull squint. His jaw hung open, Nathaniel’s cock still lodged in his mouth. Job pulled the cock out, holding it up. “Pretty small compared to yours? Baby bro never measured up?”, he cackled. Nathaniel’s limp, dead dick, measured a mere 2.5 inches. Job opened the door and tossed the cock to King, who caught it in his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. He retuned to Brent’s corpse, and with a large axe chopped off Brent’s hands and feet, placed them in a large pot with some salt water and began boiling them. Brent’s head was stored in the freezer. After so much work he was weary, and returned to the bedroom for a nap.

 

[JValdez]

Brent and Nathaniel’s Appalachian Trail Hike

Part IV

Upon awakening, he realized he had fallen asleep without putting Nathaniel’s head back into the freezer. It was nowhere in sight. He walked into the kitchen where he spotted King. King had dismantled most of Nathaniel’s face. Chunks of flesh lay strewn about; the boy’s head was barely recognizable. King had something in his jaw: Nathaniel’s eye. With a snap, the eye squished into mush. Another eyeball hung loosely from the socket. Nathaniel’s tongue hung loosely from his mouth---or what remained of it. “Damnit doggie, that was my favorite head! Well, you best finish him off!” he offered. Job picked up the pulpy mess and begin sawing off the top of Nathaniel’s head with a saw. After about twenty minutes, he pulled the cap of the head off and scooped the brain out in one piece. “Here doggie!” he yelled, sliding it across the kitchen floor. The dog went wild, chasing the brain. He grabbed it with his teeth and began shredding it; bits of brain began to fly everywhere. King digested the majority of Nathaniel’s brain within two minutes; everything Nathaniel lived, learned and loved, reduced to dog food.

Bits of brain and blood now spattered the kitchen; brent’s headless, handless, footless body was still on it’s back, waiting for it’s disposition. Job strode purposefully over to it, grabbed the right arm, and began sawing it off. Due to the muscularity, it was more difficult than Job had imagined. Sweating heavily, he at last chopped it off and repeated the process with the left arm. The legs were very difficult to chop off, since they were very muscular, and very large. Job persevered, taking care to de-joint the limbs carefully from the torso in order to save meat. He sat down for a bit, sweating profusely. Finally Job stood for the evisceration of Brent’ s torso, expertly inserting his blade just over the pubic ridge and ripping upward. All of the intestines and organs came tumbling out in a mass, as if they were attempting to escape. Job reached in and ripped the heart out, pushing his face into it and rubbing it across his face. At the same time, he pulled out his cock and shoved it into Brent’s eviscerated, headless torso for once last fuck. Job grunted, shot a huge load into the neck stump, shoved his cock back into his overalls, and headed for the sink with the torso, throwing it under running water. He retrieved Nathaniel’s skull and dropped it in a second large boiling pot for final cleaning; it and Brent’s would join the others on display. The filleting of Brent commenced; due to his larger, heavier body there was much more work. Job stopped several times throughout the process to regain his strength; he threw a fillet of Brent’s bicep in a large cast iron skillet for quick sautéing—he was famished after so much work! Expertly he listened to the sizzling meat and turned it at just the right momenet. At last it was ready! Job cut a bite-sized portion of Brent and shoved it in his mouth. “Oh doggies, this’un is so much better—real man meat!” he ruminated to no one. “Real man meat!” he trailed off . . . “Looks like a good summer after all” he thought, and finished the fillet of Brent. He beamed to himself as he stowed the final cuts of Brent and thought to himself that it had been a most productive day after all!

 

[troythunder]

Love this story it makes me so hard. Any more like this one?

 

[futurelover1]

Great story JValdez. Love your work. Always gets me horny.

 

[mim32]

At first your story remind me of a story i read on zambianmeat some time ago, but then i realized they are different stories and i must say your story was very hot. I enjoyed it until the end. Hope that i can read more great story from you in the future.

 

[follower7]

Most definitely one of the hottest stories ever written.

 

[TallBlond1]

Hey JValdez, I really liked this one. Mmmm, twisted as fuck, oh yeah!!

 

[headsman]

Yummy!

 

[killerjustin]

 

[madriver]

great story!!!What happened to Jeb's body?

 

[klingsor1234]

this story really got it all - great job!
thanks a lot for posting!!!

 

[mxboots888]

Just discovered this story. Made me spooge! Thanks! Am I sick or what? LOL

 

[killerjustin]

the boys in the pics are the real men that inspired this story pm me for details