Chapter 5: Heartstopper
Meatgrinder was bloodthirsty. He had enjoyed ripping the filthy jock whore Rory to shreds. He had been overcome with a mix of rage and pleasure as he mangled the filthy fucking muscle whore with his chainsaw. He savoured the rippling, muscular, golden young flesh of the dumb cunt being ripped apart, his slutty body mangled by the whirling blades as he screamed and pleaded for his life. A life Rory had spent pumping his perfect muscles and fucking guys with his mammoth cock. Well that life was over. His body was now a steaming pile of shit, left for wild animals to feed upon.
Meatgrinder was hungry for more death, he just had to pick his right moment and victims…
Meatgrinder left his cabin after finishing off the remaining meat of the dirty cock sucking slut Ali. He had pretty much eaten every muscle on the sexy jocks body and had just eaten the last bulging bit of golden bicep.
Meatgrinder made his way to Camp Muscle Pines to investigate what the musclebound sluts were getting up to, making sure to pack essential instruments for butchering.
Meatgrinder waited until the coast was clear and approached the edge of the camp’s main cabins. Meatgrinder selected a tree that would provide great camouflage and scaled it and waited for dumb jocks to go about their slutty regime. It was late afternoon and the sun was baking down on camp, Meatgrinder heard the excited screams and shouts as ten of the hot bodied sluts emerged from one of the main buildings. Justin, Luke, Andrew, Tim, Will, Stefan, Simon, Spencer, Daniel and Michael appeared carrying beer, a music system and bottles of sun oil. Meatgrinder could overhear some of their conversation as they stopped just below the tree in which he was waiting. The filthy, perfect bodied muscle cunts had stripped off their camp uniforms and were now wearing bright coloured trunks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Meatgrinder could see their huge, bulging packages trying to burst free of the tight material. Tim shouted “Someone oil me up!” The lathering of muscles soon commenced and Meatgrinder could see Tim’s humongous pecs being smothered in oil, numerous hands caressed and explored his massive round pecs and the studs started to massage each other’s smooth tanned muscles.
Meatgrinder could feel the rage building, however he was distracted by a cabin door opening. Meatgrinder watched, and saw Colin and Cody leaving. The musclebound couple were dressed in their uniforms, but were carrying towels. Luke shouted over “Where are you two off too?”, Colin called back “Off to Christen the hot springs with this little nympho” he slapped Cody on his huge bubble butt and they headed off in the direction of the hot springs.
“Hey Daniel! Where are the rest of the guys from your luxurious love palace?” chirped up Stefan as he poured sun oil all over his rippling abs. “Still fucking probably” he replied with a grin. “I had a ride on that huge cock of Ross’ and let me tell you it was fucking incredible, he pounded this hot ass of mine as I sucked off Hunter and Alex’s big cocks, whilst at the same time I was destroying Sam’s fucking magnificent bubble butt. This is going to be one fucking hot summer!”
“Oh yeah? If it was so incredible then why’d you leave?” Questioned Andrew jealously. “I wanted to sample all the big meat I’ve seen today, including yours” replied Daniel, whilst raising an eyebrow and giving Andrew a cheeky wink.
“Come on guys let’s head down to the lake!”said Justin as he switched on the ghetto blaster and began to head in the direction of the lake. The ten sluts started to head off, when Meatgrinder heard Michael say “Guys I think I’m just going to head to the spa, you don’t get this fucking hot without a bit of hard work. If anyone cares to join me later you know where I’ll be!” He smiled cockily, flexed his biceps and strutted off in his heaving trunks.
The studs had now left the clearing and just as Meatgrinder was about to jump down, he heard sexy giggling coming from a cabin up ahead. The arrogant muscle cunt Ross was walking down the steps in nothing but his slutty yellow trunks, he was followed by Alex and Hunter who were both wearing their tight fitting uniforms, the material straining against their huge sculpted tanned muscles. Sam was the last one out of the cabin. Sam wore the smallest denim shorts imaginable and nothing else. His magnificent golden thighs were on display and his golden juicy bubble butt could be seen hanging just below the bottom of the shorts.
Meatgrinder could see a thick white stream of cum running out of shorts and down the back of his golden legs. The filthy musclejock slut had just been freshly fucked by the three hot stallions and was full of red hot jock spunk. Sam giggled and smiled sexily, “let’s do a bit of exploring in the woods! I fancy some adventurous sex…maybe we’ll run into Jason!” Hunter laughed, “Who’s Jason?”. “You know the guy with the hockey mask and the machete…from the films” Sam giggled. “Maybe he’ll join in!” Laughed Alex, “He’d be no match for my big cock” boasted Ross, and they walked off in the direction of the old logging station, groping each other’s muscles and giggling as they went.
Meatgrinder was fucking furious, his blood was boiling and he could feel the rage building up inside him! He jumped down from the tree he had four options, follow the nine lake sluts and massacre them all (it would be risky but manageable), follow the pumped musclebound lovebirds to the hot springs (a potential easy kill, but unfamiliar territory), torture and destroy the four stallion cunts at the logging mill or butcher the dumb, arrogant bodybuilder cunt who had gone to perfect his stallion body in the spa. Meatgrinder decided on the latter…Michael.
As Meatgrinder headed towards the spa, he walked past an open window, he could hear Gary on the phone “Yeah, come as soon as possible…we still have a few spaces to fill and I need a trainer before opening week to manage the gym…three of the guys didn’t show, and the fucking idiots won’t answer their phones…I appreciate that…yeah tonight would be great! I’ll sort your pay out when you get here…cheers Serge…and you, you big Russian stud”
Gary hung up the phone and let out a sigh. He looked up at the window and caught a glance of Meatgrinder. “What the fuck…”
Gary walked toward the open window and stuck his head out “Who’s there? Stop horsing around…if one of you wants to play you know where my office is”
Seeing nobody Gary brought his head back through the window, not realising that Meatgrinder was approaching his office door.
Gary stood in just his skimpy underwear, a cowboy hat, boots and had a cross around his neck. His muscular body was rippling and tanned. He had big tattooed arms, thick juicy pecs and bulging biceps. His abs were chiseled to fuck and he had pumped muscular thighs. He also had a gorgeous face complete with beautiful blue eyes.
Gary grabbed a remote from the side and switched on the stereo, Jason derulos wiggle was blasted around the room. Gary looked into the webcam of his computer and said “Now where were we?” He switched on the monitor and started to read some of the comments…”show me that ass”…”you’re so fucking hot”…”flex your muscles”…”where’d you go baby?”…”show me your big fat cock”…”stroke your pecs you sexy bitch”
Gary smiled, he enjoyed his side business and his fans. It was a good earner flaunting his sexy body about online for bored fat slobs and jerking his cock. If they were lucky he might even get out his toys.
"Okay boys here we go!"