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Chapter 331. Sam
Scott woke early the next day to find he had a couple of missed calls on his phone. The first had been from Adam who was advising him that he would be working late due to an 'incident', but Scott chuckled as he listened to the message and knew what Adam really meant.
The second message was from one of the Brotherhood members who worked at Scott's restaurant. The call was to advise Scott that the supplies of meat were running low and needed to be replenished.
On putting the phone down he knew just where he could find someone.
He knew as he walked into the gym that he could easily solve the problem, and knew that he had the moment he caught sight of Sam who stood in the middle of the gym floor having finished his workout. The hunk lifted his blue shirt to check on his solid abs which he had just worked. Looking further down Scott liked the look of his slightly tanned legs and kept a discreet watch as Sam picked up his belongings.
Scott watched as Sam walked into the male changing room. He paused for a few seconds before following his victim inside. Scott locked the changing room door and strolled into the main changing area where he saw Sam's sexy buff body, well defined with a thick meaty pair of pecs and firm solid abs.
Scott gave Sam a nod of acknowledgement as he walked past and headed to the toilet area. The hot hunk didn’t bother giving Scott a second thought, as he continued to undress completely unaware that Scott had slipped back into the room and was stealthily sneaking up on him.
The killer took a moment to look at Sam's well-muscled back as he clasped the knife in his right hand.
He followed the hunk who was now wrapped in a towel to the showers. Once inside Scott took a deep breath pulled Sam's head back and ran the knife across his throat. Blood immediately sprang from the wound whilst a surprised Sam clasped his own throat as he gurgled for help before collapsing onto the floor. A pool of blood formed around the body but Scott knew he couldn’t waste any time. He dragged Sam's body to the secret door he had built in the changing room and placed the body inside.
Scott’s thoughts now turned to clearing the pool of blood away. This was easily down by turning on the showers which very quickly washed the blood down the drain. He unlocked the changing room door then slipped into the secret passageway.
Sam's body was dragged to the body preparation room where Scott removed the towel and lifted the naked body onto the metal table. He looked down at the hunky naked body and allowed his hands to explore the Smooth flesh, paying special attention to Sam's uncut cock that rested above his two balls. The jagged cut to Sam's neck had been effective and the dead stud was now nothing more than restaurant feed.
Scott photographed the naked body before sizing up the various cuts he could yield. Sam's whole body would give some good sized cuts of meat with his upper arms and wonderful torso being some of the main parts.
Scott made sure none of Sam went to waste and packaged the succulent meat up in boxes before carrying it over to restaurant and immediately putting it on the menu. Sam's remains were thrown in the incinerator whilst his head would join those of the many other victims.
Scott woke early the next day to find he had a couple of missed calls on his phone. The first had been from Adam who was advising him that he would be working late due to an 'incident', but Scott chuckled as he listened to the message and knew what Adam really meant.
The second message was from one of the Brotherhood members who worked at Scott's restaurant. The call was to advise Scott that the supplies of meat were running low and needed to be replenished.
On putting the phone down he knew just where he could find someone.
He knew as he walked into the gym that he could easily solve the problem, and knew that he had the moment he caught sight of Sam who stood in the middle of the gym floor having finished his workout. The hunk lifted his blue shirt to check on his solid abs which he had just worked. Looking further down Scott liked the look of his slightly tanned legs and kept a discreet watch as Sam picked up his belongings.
Scott watched as Sam walked into the male changing room. He paused for a few seconds before following his victim inside. Scott locked the changing room door and strolled into the main changing area where he saw Sam's sexy buff body, well defined with a thick meaty pair of pecs and firm solid abs.
Scott gave Sam a nod of acknowledgement as he walked past and headed to the toilet area. The hot hunk didn’t bother giving Scott a second thought, as he continued to undress completely unaware that Scott had slipped back into the room and was stealthily sneaking up on him.
The killer took a moment to look at Sam's well-muscled back as he clasped the knife in his right hand.
He followed the hunk who was now wrapped in a towel to the showers. Once inside Scott took a deep breath pulled Sam's head back and ran the knife across his throat. Blood immediately sprang from the wound whilst a surprised Sam clasped his own throat as he gurgled for help before collapsing onto the floor. A pool of blood formed around the body but Scott knew he couldn’t waste any time. He dragged Sam's body to the secret door he had built in the changing room and placed the body inside.
Scott’s thoughts now turned to clearing the pool of blood away. This was easily down by turning on the showers which very quickly washed the blood down the drain. He unlocked the changing room door then slipped into the secret passageway.
Sam's body was dragged to the body preparation room where Scott removed the towel and lifted the naked body onto the metal table. He looked down at the hunky naked body and allowed his hands to explore the Smooth flesh, paying special attention to Sam's uncut cock that rested above his two balls. The jagged cut to Sam's neck had been effective and the dead stud was now nothing more than restaurant feed.
Scott photographed the naked body before sizing up the various cuts he could yield. Sam's whole body would give some good sized cuts of meat with his upper arms and wonderful torso being some of the main parts.
Scott made sure none of Sam went to waste and packaged the succulent meat up in boxes before carrying it over to restaurant and immediately putting it on the menu. Sam's remains were thrown in the incinerator whilst his head would join those of the many other victims.
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Chapter 332. Shane
Scott had just finished enjoying a night out and headed out to his car. He sat in the expensive 4x4 hidden from view due to the vehicles blacked out windows and looked down at his phone.
His attention was quickly drawn to a group of guys who had just left the club that Scott was in. He recognised one of the group who wore a white shirt and black bottoms with a Burberry cap as a guy that sat on the table behind him smoking a shisha pipe.
Shane was your typical eighteen year old. Loud, noisy and cocky and ended up getting into an argument at the bar with another group of guys.
The group that Shane had annoyed had no intention of letting it rest and confronted Shane's group outside the club. Scott watched as a short skirmish occurred that saw some punches thrown from both sides. The fight quickly broke up and the groups dispersed when somebody threatened to call the police.
However Shane was annoyed that it ended so soon and punched Scott's wing mirror unaware the vehicles occupant had seen his every move.
Scott was astonished at what he had just seen. He was about to confront the teenager when Shane got into his own car and drove off.
Scott fired up his car and discreetly followed the offender home. He had killed guys for less than this and had already made his mind up Shane had to die.
Shane pulled into his road unaware that Scott had followed him home. As Scott drove past he noticed that all lights in the house were off which was a good indication that Shane would be home alone.
Scott snuck up to the back of the house and to his surprise found that the back door was unlocked. As he slipped into the kitchen He could hear the sound of running water coming from upstairs a brief glance around saw him grab a kitchen knife with his gloved hand. He crept along the hallway before quietly heading up the stairs. Scott caught sight of a silhouette in the bathroom as he reached the top of the stairs. He paused for a moment as he decided on his next move the boldly walked into the doorway.
A shirtless Shane was bent over a sink fall of ice, his hands resting at the bottom in an attempt to prevent any swelling from punching Scott's mirror.
He turned to face Scott as a look of surprise dashed across his face.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked before adding "How did you get in?" And preparing for an early strike.
Scott didn’t answer; instead he took a step inside the bathroom which caused Shane to throw a punch at him. He easily avoided Shane's punch and grabbed the shirtless teenager by the throat and pinned him up against the wall.
"You broke my fucking mirror." Scott bellowed as Shane's lean but toned body breathed heavily. "Fuck off you prick." Was Shane's defiant response which saw Scott repeat himself "You broke my mirror and you’re going to pay."
Before Shane had a chance to respond Scott put his face towards his and plunged the knife deep into Shane's abdomen slicing through his toned abs.
Shane let out a gasp and looked down as Scott withdrew the knife only to stab him again. Shane muttered "Why!!" As Scott followed this up with four more attacks. After the final one he removed his hand from Shane's throat and watched as the young hunk looked down at his torso and placed his hands over some of the wounds, before slowing sliding down the wall until he sat with his back against it breathy heavily. Scott wasn’t finished yet and left the bathroom briefly.
Shane sensed his chance and started to crawl to his bedroom so he could use his mobile phone and call for help. He had only made it as far the bathroom door when Scott stepped out of his hiding place and grabbed hold of Shane's curly dark hair. He yanked the teenagers head back to expose his neck and cut Shane's throat from ear to ear.
Shane's body jolted for a split second as a look of fear dashed across his face as he gurgled on his own blood for a moment.
"That’s for fucking up my mirror." Scott said sternly as he let go of Shane's hair and watched as a pool of blood quickly formed around the wound. In a final act of violence Scott took the knife and plunged it deep between Shane's shoulder blades.
Scott knew that any investigation into the death would be linked to the fight outside the club. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of Shane's body lying face down on the floor with a knife handle sticking out of his back. He then left the house as quietly as he arrived leaving no trace that he had ever been there.
Scott had just finished enjoying a night out and headed out to his car. He sat in the expensive 4x4 hidden from view due to the vehicles blacked out windows and looked down at his phone.
His attention was quickly drawn to a group of guys who had just left the club that Scott was in. He recognised one of the group who wore a white shirt and black bottoms with a Burberry cap as a guy that sat on the table behind him smoking a shisha pipe.
Shane was your typical eighteen year old. Loud, noisy and cocky and ended up getting into an argument at the bar with another group of guys.
The group that Shane had annoyed had no intention of letting it rest and confronted Shane's group outside the club. Scott watched as a short skirmish occurred that saw some punches thrown from both sides. The fight quickly broke up and the groups dispersed when somebody threatened to call the police.
However Shane was annoyed that it ended so soon and punched Scott's wing mirror unaware the vehicles occupant had seen his every move.
Scott was astonished at what he had just seen. He was about to confront the teenager when Shane got into his own car and drove off.
Scott fired up his car and discreetly followed the offender home. He had killed guys for less than this and had already made his mind up Shane had to die.
Shane pulled into his road unaware that Scott had followed him home. As Scott drove past he noticed that all lights in the house were off which was a good indication that Shane would be home alone.
Scott snuck up to the back of the house and to his surprise found that the back door was unlocked. As he slipped into the kitchen He could hear the sound of running water coming from upstairs a brief glance around saw him grab a kitchen knife with his gloved hand. He crept along the hallway before quietly heading up the stairs. Scott caught sight of a silhouette in the bathroom as he reached the top of the stairs. He paused for a moment as he decided on his next move the boldly walked into the doorway.
A shirtless Shane was bent over a sink fall of ice, his hands resting at the bottom in an attempt to prevent any swelling from punching Scott's mirror.
He turned to face Scott as a look of surprise dashed across his face.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked before adding "How did you get in?" And preparing for an early strike.
Scott didn’t answer; instead he took a step inside the bathroom which caused Shane to throw a punch at him. He easily avoided Shane's punch and grabbed the shirtless teenager by the throat and pinned him up against the wall.
"You broke my fucking mirror." Scott bellowed as Shane's lean but toned body breathed heavily. "Fuck off you prick." Was Shane's defiant response which saw Scott repeat himself "You broke my mirror and you’re going to pay."
Before Shane had a chance to respond Scott put his face towards his and plunged the knife deep into Shane's abdomen slicing through his toned abs.
Shane let out a gasp and looked down as Scott withdrew the knife only to stab him again. Shane muttered "Why!!" As Scott followed this up with four more attacks. After the final one he removed his hand from Shane's throat and watched as the young hunk looked down at his torso and placed his hands over some of the wounds, before slowing sliding down the wall until he sat with his back against it breathy heavily. Scott wasn’t finished yet and left the bathroom briefly.
Shane sensed his chance and started to crawl to his bedroom so he could use his mobile phone and call for help. He had only made it as far the bathroom door when Scott stepped out of his hiding place and grabbed hold of Shane's curly dark hair. He yanked the teenagers head back to expose his neck and cut Shane's throat from ear to ear.
Shane's body jolted for a split second as a look of fear dashed across his face as he gurgled on his own blood for a moment.
"That’s for fucking up my mirror." Scott said sternly as he let go of Shane's hair and watched as a pool of blood quickly formed around the wound. In a final act of violence Scott took the knife and plunged it deep between Shane's shoulder blades.
Scott knew that any investigation into the death would be linked to the fight outside the club. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of Shane's body lying face down on the floor with a knife handle sticking out of his back. He then left the house as quietly as he arrived leaving no trace that he had ever been there.
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Chapter 333. Brandon
Scott sat in his car and removed the gloves he had just worn when he killed Shane. He tossed them onto the back seat and fired up his ignition. He just pulled away when his mobile phone rang, looking down he saw that Giles's name flashed up. Picking it up he knew that the Brotherhood had a task for him.
Giles told him a Brotherhood member wanted him to deliver a sexy young stud he had seen. The hunks name was Brandon and he was an aspiring nineteen year old fitness model who had down a couple of shoots but nothing big.
The organization had built Scott up as one of the best photographers around using an alter ego that wouldn’t affect his daily life. It was through this that contact was made with Brandon and arrangements for him to attend a shoot over a few days. The Brotherhood even arranged for him to stay at Scott's during the stay.
Giles informed Scott that Brandon jumped at the idea and was told he'd be picked up from the train station the next morning. Before finishing off Giles advised that the client wanted the meat delivered whole and said he'd send a couple of pictures of Brandon over shortly.
Scott waited a few seconds before his phone buzzed. The first of them showed a handsome looking Brandon wearing a dark vest and pulling a double bicep pose. The peaks of which appeared to look like small mountains of flesh that could easily be devoured.
The second photo that came through showed a hunky Brandon wearing nothing but a white pair of underwear. Scott could feel his own trouser snake stirring when he saw the picture. He could see why the Brotherhood member wanted him, from his buff body to fantastic meaty legs Brandon looked stunning.
He headed home to get some sleep. As the next day he had to be prepared to meet his next victim in the morning.
Scott arrived at the station a little later than planned. He saw that Brandon was sat on the concrete stairs awaiting his arrival.
Scott doubled parked and approached the young hunk.
"Sorry I’m a little late." Said Scott as he put his hand out to shake Brandon's.
Brandon stood up and shook Scott’s hand as he replied "No problem. I'm just delighted that you’ve given me this opportunity. I've been really looking forward to it."
Scott took the opportunity to give Brandon a good looking over. Impressed with the studs stature in person he couldn’t wait to see Brandon in all his glory but the sight of him in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans that clung to his hunky legs was one that Scott liked to see.
Brandon grabbed his bag and jumped into Scott's car for the drive back to his house.
Brandon looked in awe at the size of Scott's house and the grounds it was situated in. He knew it was all done to Scott's success and achievements.
"Great place you have here." He said as the car came to a stop and the two got out. "I can only wish to have this in my lifetime."
Scott smiled as he replied "Hard work and dedication can get you what you want." Before adding "The reason you are here is because of the hard work and dedication you have put into your body. Anything is achievable; you just have to take it."
Scott's plan was to play to Brandon's ego and he could see it was working as the young hunk seemed to puff his chest out. "In the meantime whilst we do the shoot my home is your home. Make yourself comfortable."
Brandon was shown to the guest room and given a quick guided tour of the house. The moment he saw the gym he knew where he would be spending his time.
Scott left his next victim too it whilst he made a phone call to Giles to say the wheels were in motion.
Scott walked into the in-house gym to see Brandon in the midst of one of his intensive workouts. He was dressed in a white vest and grey track bottoms. The hot hunk placed the weights down, pulled out his earphones and turned to Scott.
"I just thought i's take a bit of time to have a little workout to prepare for the photo-shoot." Said Brandon with a smile on his face.
"Good idea." Scott replied "Always best to be prepared. Looks like you’re in good shape."
"Dam right I am." Brandon boasted "I mean look at these babies." He added as he pulled a double bicep pose.
"Touch them if you want go on touch them." Brandon urged trying to impress the well known photographer.
Scott wasn’t going to turn down this free opportunity and quickly clasped his hand around one of the hot hunks peaked biceps and squeezed the spectacular muscle enjoying the sensation of the hard thick muscle under his hand.
"Well what do you think?" Brandon asked trying to draw compliments from Scott.
"Nice, very nice." Scott replied "Perfect peaks, that’s what hard work gets you."
"If you like those. What do you think about this?" An excited Brandon said as he pulled off his vest to reveal his shirtless buff body.
The sight of the shirtless stud immediately turned Scott on. The hot teenager looked a lot better in person then in the pictures he had seen. His thick muscular arms dangled by his side as his meaty pecs sat firmly above a solid set of firm abs. His grey bottoms sat just below his waist line showing off his red Calvin Klein underwear.
"Perfect just perfect." Came Scott’s reply. "That’s the beauty that has allowed you to have this opportunity." He knew the guys like Brandon needed to have their egos massaged at every opportunity and by saying what he did Brandon would be relaxed and calm and not expecting what was going to be coming his way.
Brandon felt on top of the world as he headed off to shower. A well known photographer had praised his body and he knew he had to make sure he flaunted it as much as he could during his stay.
That evening the two sat and got to know each other a bit better. Brandon was dressed in black sports shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Scott cracked open a couple of beers whilst the small talk began.
Scott noted Brandon's calm casual manner and enjoyed it more when the hot hunk told him he felt a bit hot and pulled off his shirt. Scott couldn’t take his off Brandon's buff body as the teenager explained how he started to work on his body after being ridiculed in school. Tired of being the scrawny kid who was an easy target he joined a gym and hadn’t looked back since then. Apart from spending time with his girlfriend and family the gym was like a second home to him.
Scott again played to the stud’s ego and continued to say complimentary things about his body. Things that Brandon really wanted to hear. He told Scott that he was determined to be a success in the fitness world and again explained how grateful he was for the opportunity afforded to him.
It was getting late and with the photo-shoot actually starting tomorrow the duo decided to call it a night and head to bed.
Scott awoke the next morning and gave a knock on Brandon's bedroom door to see if the hunk was up yet.
A shout of "Come in." Came from the other side as Brandon invited him. Scott opened the door to see the sexy hunk standing in the middle of the room. He had to pause for a moment as the sight of Brandon in only his striped McKenzie underwear knocked him for six.
The combination of the hot studs fantastic body and amazing legs with their thick wonderful thighs made Scott want to kill him there and then. But he knew he had to be cautious, there would be enough time to get his hands on the wonderful slabs of meat.
"The beast even looks good early morning, doesn’t it?" Brandon asked as he half boasted and fished for compliments.
Scott nodded in appreciation before saying "Breakfast in five and then we start the shoot." And leaving the room, trying to disguise the erection he got when he caught sight of Brandon.
The first day of the shoot began with the usual flexing and posing shots. Although on this occasion Scott conducted these outside due to the weather being nice.
Brandon stood on the metal stairs, the hot hunk looked down as Scott snapped pictures of his muscular shirtless body.
The duo quickly moved to another position and this time set it saw Brandon stand with the brick wall of a building as the backdrop. Standing side on the shirtless stud pulled his track bottoms down at one side. Scott's finger continuously clicked the camera button. The sight of the hot stud and his near perfect body with his fantastic and couldn’t help but make Scott feel jealous of the Brotherhood member who would be dining on Brandon's flesh.
The shoot was nearly finished for day one but Scott wanted to ensure he had a couple of underwear shots. This time Brandon stripped down to a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear. The sexy teen had grown in confidence throughout the shoot and now showed off every inch of his body as he happily conducted various bodybuilding poses.
Day one had ended, Brandon scanned the pictures that were taken and was happy with them. He complimented Scott for catching some good ones.
No day for Brandon would be complete unless he had done a session in the gym and that was where he headed.
Whilst Brandon was gone Scott phoned the Brotherhood member who was eagerly awaiting Brandon’s arrival. He told him to be ready as delivery would be made that night.
Scott had made his mind up to dispose of Brandon that night. He headed to the in-house gym to see if his house guest was ok. Brandon was just finishing off and sat up from the piece of equipment he was using to address Scott.
"Nearly finished mate." He said "I'll be with you in a minute."
"That’s fine." Scott replied "Take your time. Great to see you’re still looking fine."
Brandon looked down at his body "Yeah definitely am. Look at the vascularity of my muscles. There fucking perfect." He boasted as he pulled another double bicep pose that mirrored with his vascular veins looked perfect. In fact it was so perfect Scott told Brandon to freeze for a moment so he could take a picture of the hunk.
Brandon followed Scott into the changing room. As the hunk undressed Scott suggested that they head to the nightclub he owned. Brandon who was now standing in nothing more than an orange pair of tight boxers told him he would love to go clubbing that night.
Scott was in dream world for a second as the sight of Brandon before him was truly mesmerising. From his fantastic muscular body to his wonderfully defined legs Brandon looked amazing and to top it off the hunk's tight orange underwear appear to struggle to contain his bulging manhood.
Brandon thought Scott had left the changing room and was unaware Scott was again standing behind him. This time the killer clutched a chloroform rag in his hand which was quickly held in front if Brandon's face. The muscular stud struggled briefly as his pleas for help were muffled by the cloth. His struggles were in gain as he quickly succumbed to the fumes and fell unconscious in Scott's arms.
Scott wasted no time in dragging his prey to the living room and wheeling in the old torture device he had purchased online.
The Spanish garrotte had been used for countless executions in the past. A wooden chair fitted with wrist restraints and a looped section of rope that would be placed around the victim’s neck and tightened by the turning of a wheel at the back. This garrotte also had a metal spike which hastened the breaking of the victim’s neck. It was carefully positioned on the victim’s spinal cord and also moved closer to the spinal cord with each turn of the wheel.
Scott took a few moments to let his hands explore Brandon's powerful frame. The sensation of the hunks warm smooth muscles under his hands turned him on. He ran his hand up one of the unconscious studs wonderfully defined legs brushing rubbing his hands all over the thick thighs that lay before him, his hand moved up and clasped hold of the large bulge that filled Brandon's tight underwear.
Once finished Scott lifted the hunk into the chair and put his wrists in the restraints before placing the loose garrotte around Brandon's throat.
The bound stud now looked helpless in the chair, his fantastic torso appeared too puffed out. In just a few moments every muscle on the magnificent specimen would be tensing as Brandon fought for his life.
Before waking the stud Scott ensured that the video was set up to record Brandon's death for the Brotherhood member. He then made his way back over to Brandon and held some smelling salts under his nose.
Brandon began to stir in the chair, He blinked a few times as his mind tried to register where he was and quickly found that his wrists were secured to the frame of the chair and was unable to lift his head.
“What the fuck?” Brandon said as he tensed his muscles and tried to free his arms. “Scott, Scott are you there. Help me!”
Scott made himself known which saw Brandon plead “Jokes over Scott let me go. I know this is banter between friends.”
“Banter between friends.” Scott said as he laughed at the thought “Sorry Brandon this isn’t banter. It was planned all along.”
“Wh...What do you mean?” stuttered Brandon, who was now confused and worried.
“I’m part of a secret organisation and one of the members has taken a liking to you. They want me to deliver you to them, Dead.” Explained Scott.
Brandon started to panic “Dead. What do you mean dead? Your joking right you must be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
Scott walked towards the garrotte “Sorry my friend. We are cannibals and we feast on the flesh of hot and sexy young men. My colleague wants to dine on your flesh and I am going to give it to him.”
“No please god no. I don’t want to die please urghhhh.” Brandon pleaded before being cut off as Scott made the first turn of the wheel that tightened the garrotte around the hunks throat.
“Just remember its nothing personal Brandon.” Scott said as he continued to tighten the garrotte and move the metal spike so it now touched the base of the hunks neck. “Although I wish it was myself that would be dining on your succulent flesh.” he added as he rubbed his hand across one of Brandon’s pecs.
The sexy hunks muscles tensed as he desperately fought for his life the ever tightening garrotte had turned his face bright red as he struggled to breath. The garrotte wheel was becoming harder to turn as it was near the maximum. The pressure on Brandon’s throat was immense as the metal tip had pierced the skin.
The killer gave the wheel one last turn which was followed by too cracks. The first being Brandon’s hyoid bone from the pressure the garrotte had exerted. The second crack was the sound of the hunks spinal cord breaking as the metal tip had done the job it was designed for all this saw Brandon’s body tense once last time before going still.
Scott walked around to check on his victim. The restraint from the garrotte strap saw Brandon’s head was still positioned upright, his eyes remained open as he stared into oblivion, his tongue protruded from his mouth as small drops of spittle dribbled onto his shoulder. The camera that had recorded Brandon’s death was turned off as the dead stud was removed from the chair. Scott placed him face down and pulled Brandon’s orange underwear down slightly so his backside was on show then undid his trousers and fucked the fresh corpse.
Once complete the dead hunk was placed in the back of Scott’s car and driven to the Brotherhood member’s house.
Scott knocked on the Brotherhood member’s door. Once it opened he joked “One sexy mother fucker delivered to you.”
The Brotherhood member laughed as he helped Scott drag Brandon’s corpse inside. He knelt beside it and ran one of his hands along the exposed flesh before licking and playfully biting on of the dead hunks thighs. Before saying "Perfect, just perfect. He'll keep me stocked up for a while. Let’s get him into the room so you can get down to the important business."
Brandon was laid on his back on a preparation table as the member gave his merchandise a good going over. The orange underwear added a bit of sexiness to the body as all its areas were surveyed to find where you could get the fine cuts from.
He slapped one of Brandon’s thighs as he said "what a great set of legs he has on him. Can’t wait to have bite out of them. I’ll let you take some home to snack on."
Scott agreed as he was handed him the tools he needed for the job. As Scott cut into Brandon’s arm he was about to learn that nothing was going to go to waste. The meat was removed from the hunks upper arms and placed on one side before the meat was stripped from the lower arms and placed on another tray.
Scott then began the task off removing the hunks wonderful legs, he started to cut at the top of the thighs and then stripped all the flesh from the dead studs thighs and calves. The excess meat joined the meat from the arms. Scott then cut one of the slabs of thigh meat into roasts and steaks of various sizes then handed them to the member to be wrapped up. The other thigh was left whole so that cuts could be taken as and when
He placed the knife so it rested on Brandon’s neck then began the process of decapitating the handsome stud, before setting to work on stripping the flesh from the hunk's torso. His meaty pecs were removed along with his abs that were cut into fine bacon strips. Scott then snapped away the hunks meaty ribs which were placed on a platter. They finished off by carving Brandon’s rump into thick juicy steaks.
Just as Scott thought they were finished a mini mincer was taken out, which saw the studs excess meat thrown inside and with the turn of a handle it was quickly turned into mincemeat. "Perfect for Bolognaise and other dishes" was the quote the member made as he placed the freshly minced meat on a tray. The flesh acquired from Brandon quickly filled the freezer meaning he had an ample supply of top quality meat to get through.
Brandon’s remains were buried in the Brotherhood member’s garden. Before he left Scott was handed some wraps of meat and then hunks severed head in a box. The member told him he knew Scott liked to collect his victim’s heads so gave him one more to add to the collection.
Scott sat in his car and removed the gloves he had just worn when he killed Shane. He tossed them onto the back seat and fired up his ignition. He just pulled away when his mobile phone rang, looking down he saw that Giles's name flashed up. Picking it up he knew that the Brotherhood had a task for him.
Giles told him a Brotherhood member wanted him to deliver a sexy young stud he had seen. The hunks name was Brandon and he was an aspiring nineteen year old fitness model who had down a couple of shoots but nothing big.
The organization had built Scott up as one of the best photographers around using an alter ego that wouldn’t affect his daily life. It was through this that contact was made with Brandon and arrangements for him to attend a shoot over a few days. The Brotherhood even arranged for him to stay at Scott's during the stay.
Giles informed Scott that Brandon jumped at the idea and was told he'd be picked up from the train station the next morning. Before finishing off Giles advised that the client wanted the meat delivered whole and said he'd send a couple of pictures of Brandon over shortly.
Scott waited a few seconds before his phone buzzed. The first of them showed a handsome looking Brandon wearing a dark vest and pulling a double bicep pose. The peaks of which appeared to look like small mountains of flesh that could easily be devoured.
The second photo that came through showed a hunky Brandon wearing nothing but a white pair of underwear. Scott could feel his own trouser snake stirring when he saw the picture. He could see why the Brotherhood member wanted him, from his buff body to fantastic meaty legs Brandon looked stunning.
He headed home to get some sleep. As the next day he had to be prepared to meet his next victim in the morning.
Scott arrived at the station a little later than planned. He saw that Brandon was sat on the concrete stairs awaiting his arrival.
Scott doubled parked and approached the young hunk.
"Sorry I’m a little late." Said Scott as he put his hand out to shake Brandon's.
Brandon stood up and shook Scott’s hand as he replied "No problem. I'm just delighted that you’ve given me this opportunity. I've been really looking forward to it."
Scott took the opportunity to give Brandon a good looking over. Impressed with the studs stature in person he couldn’t wait to see Brandon in all his glory but the sight of him in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans that clung to his hunky legs was one that Scott liked to see.
Brandon grabbed his bag and jumped into Scott's car for the drive back to his house.
Brandon looked in awe at the size of Scott's house and the grounds it was situated in. He knew it was all done to Scott's success and achievements.
"Great place you have here." He said as the car came to a stop and the two got out. "I can only wish to have this in my lifetime."
Scott smiled as he replied "Hard work and dedication can get you what you want." Before adding "The reason you are here is because of the hard work and dedication you have put into your body. Anything is achievable; you just have to take it."
Scott's plan was to play to Brandon's ego and he could see it was working as the young hunk seemed to puff his chest out. "In the meantime whilst we do the shoot my home is your home. Make yourself comfortable."
Brandon was shown to the guest room and given a quick guided tour of the house. The moment he saw the gym he knew where he would be spending his time.
Scott left his next victim too it whilst he made a phone call to Giles to say the wheels were in motion.
Scott walked into the in-house gym to see Brandon in the midst of one of his intensive workouts. He was dressed in a white vest and grey track bottoms. The hot hunk placed the weights down, pulled out his earphones and turned to Scott.
"I just thought i's take a bit of time to have a little workout to prepare for the photo-shoot." Said Brandon with a smile on his face.
"Good idea." Scott replied "Always best to be prepared. Looks like you’re in good shape."
"Dam right I am." Brandon boasted "I mean look at these babies." He added as he pulled a double bicep pose.
"Touch them if you want go on touch them." Brandon urged trying to impress the well known photographer.
Scott wasn’t going to turn down this free opportunity and quickly clasped his hand around one of the hot hunks peaked biceps and squeezed the spectacular muscle enjoying the sensation of the hard thick muscle under his hand.
"Well what do you think?" Brandon asked trying to draw compliments from Scott.
"Nice, very nice." Scott replied "Perfect peaks, that’s what hard work gets you."
"If you like those. What do you think about this?" An excited Brandon said as he pulled off his vest to reveal his shirtless buff body.
The sight of the shirtless stud immediately turned Scott on. The hot teenager looked a lot better in person then in the pictures he had seen. His thick muscular arms dangled by his side as his meaty pecs sat firmly above a solid set of firm abs. His grey bottoms sat just below his waist line showing off his red Calvin Klein underwear.
"Perfect just perfect." Came Scott’s reply. "That’s the beauty that has allowed you to have this opportunity." He knew the guys like Brandon needed to have their egos massaged at every opportunity and by saying what he did Brandon would be relaxed and calm and not expecting what was going to be coming his way.
Brandon felt on top of the world as he headed off to shower. A well known photographer had praised his body and he knew he had to make sure he flaunted it as much as he could during his stay.
That evening the two sat and got to know each other a bit better. Brandon was dressed in black sports shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Scott cracked open a couple of beers whilst the small talk began.
Scott noted Brandon's calm casual manner and enjoyed it more when the hot hunk told him he felt a bit hot and pulled off his shirt. Scott couldn’t take his off Brandon's buff body as the teenager explained how he started to work on his body after being ridiculed in school. Tired of being the scrawny kid who was an easy target he joined a gym and hadn’t looked back since then. Apart from spending time with his girlfriend and family the gym was like a second home to him.
Scott again played to the stud’s ego and continued to say complimentary things about his body. Things that Brandon really wanted to hear. He told Scott that he was determined to be a success in the fitness world and again explained how grateful he was for the opportunity afforded to him.
It was getting late and with the photo-shoot actually starting tomorrow the duo decided to call it a night and head to bed.
Scott awoke the next morning and gave a knock on Brandon's bedroom door to see if the hunk was up yet.
A shout of "Come in." Came from the other side as Brandon invited him. Scott opened the door to see the sexy hunk standing in the middle of the room. He had to pause for a moment as the sight of Brandon in only his striped McKenzie underwear knocked him for six.
The combination of the hot studs fantastic body and amazing legs with their thick wonderful thighs made Scott want to kill him there and then. But he knew he had to be cautious, there would be enough time to get his hands on the wonderful slabs of meat.
"The beast even looks good early morning, doesn’t it?" Brandon asked as he half boasted and fished for compliments.
Scott nodded in appreciation before saying "Breakfast in five and then we start the shoot." And leaving the room, trying to disguise the erection he got when he caught sight of Brandon.
The first day of the shoot began with the usual flexing and posing shots. Although on this occasion Scott conducted these outside due to the weather being nice.
Brandon stood on the metal stairs, the hot hunk looked down as Scott snapped pictures of his muscular shirtless body.
The duo quickly moved to another position and this time set it saw Brandon stand with the brick wall of a building as the backdrop. Standing side on the shirtless stud pulled his track bottoms down at one side. Scott's finger continuously clicked the camera button. The sight of the hot stud and his near perfect body with his fantastic and couldn’t help but make Scott feel jealous of the Brotherhood member who would be dining on Brandon's flesh.
The shoot was nearly finished for day one but Scott wanted to ensure he had a couple of underwear shots. This time Brandon stripped down to a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear. The sexy teen had grown in confidence throughout the shoot and now showed off every inch of his body as he happily conducted various bodybuilding poses.
Day one had ended, Brandon scanned the pictures that were taken and was happy with them. He complimented Scott for catching some good ones.
No day for Brandon would be complete unless he had done a session in the gym and that was where he headed.
Whilst Brandon was gone Scott phoned the Brotherhood member who was eagerly awaiting Brandon’s arrival. He told him to be ready as delivery would be made that night.
Scott had made his mind up to dispose of Brandon that night. He headed to the in-house gym to see if his house guest was ok. Brandon was just finishing off and sat up from the piece of equipment he was using to address Scott.
"Nearly finished mate." He said "I'll be with you in a minute."
"That’s fine." Scott replied "Take your time. Great to see you’re still looking fine."
Brandon looked down at his body "Yeah definitely am. Look at the vascularity of my muscles. There fucking perfect." He boasted as he pulled another double bicep pose that mirrored with his vascular veins looked perfect. In fact it was so perfect Scott told Brandon to freeze for a moment so he could take a picture of the hunk.
Brandon followed Scott into the changing room. As the hunk undressed Scott suggested that they head to the nightclub he owned. Brandon who was now standing in nothing more than an orange pair of tight boxers told him he would love to go clubbing that night.
Scott was in dream world for a second as the sight of Brandon before him was truly mesmerising. From his fantastic muscular body to his wonderfully defined legs Brandon looked amazing and to top it off the hunk's tight orange underwear appear to struggle to contain his bulging manhood.
Brandon thought Scott had left the changing room and was unaware Scott was again standing behind him. This time the killer clutched a chloroform rag in his hand which was quickly held in front if Brandon's face. The muscular stud struggled briefly as his pleas for help were muffled by the cloth. His struggles were in gain as he quickly succumbed to the fumes and fell unconscious in Scott's arms.
Scott wasted no time in dragging his prey to the living room and wheeling in the old torture device he had purchased online.
The Spanish garrotte had been used for countless executions in the past. A wooden chair fitted with wrist restraints and a looped section of rope that would be placed around the victim’s neck and tightened by the turning of a wheel at the back. This garrotte also had a metal spike which hastened the breaking of the victim’s neck. It was carefully positioned on the victim’s spinal cord and also moved closer to the spinal cord with each turn of the wheel.
Scott took a few moments to let his hands explore Brandon's powerful frame. The sensation of the hunks warm smooth muscles under his hands turned him on. He ran his hand up one of the unconscious studs wonderfully defined legs brushing rubbing his hands all over the thick thighs that lay before him, his hand moved up and clasped hold of the large bulge that filled Brandon's tight underwear.
Once finished Scott lifted the hunk into the chair and put his wrists in the restraints before placing the loose garrotte around Brandon's throat.
The bound stud now looked helpless in the chair, his fantastic torso appeared too puffed out. In just a few moments every muscle on the magnificent specimen would be tensing as Brandon fought for his life.
Before waking the stud Scott ensured that the video was set up to record Brandon's death for the Brotherhood member. He then made his way back over to Brandon and held some smelling salts under his nose.
Brandon began to stir in the chair, He blinked a few times as his mind tried to register where he was and quickly found that his wrists were secured to the frame of the chair and was unable to lift his head.
“What the fuck?” Brandon said as he tensed his muscles and tried to free his arms. “Scott, Scott are you there. Help me!”
Scott made himself known which saw Brandon plead “Jokes over Scott let me go. I know this is banter between friends.”
“Banter between friends.” Scott said as he laughed at the thought “Sorry Brandon this isn’t banter. It was planned all along.”
“Wh...What do you mean?” stuttered Brandon, who was now confused and worried.
“I’m part of a secret organisation and one of the members has taken a liking to you. They want me to deliver you to them, Dead.” Explained Scott.
Brandon started to panic “Dead. What do you mean dead? Your joking right you must be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
Scott walked towards the garrotte “Sorry my friend. We are cannibals and we feast on the flesh of hot and sexy young men. My colleague wants to dine on your flesh and I am going to give it to him.”
“No please god no. I don’t want to die please urghhhh.” Brandon pleaded before being cut off as Scott made the first turn of the wheel that tightened the garrotte around the hunks throat.
“Just remember its nothing personal Brandon.” Scott said as he continued to tighten the garrotte and move the metal spike so it now touched the base of the hunks neck. “Although I wish it was myself that would be dining on your succulent flesh.” he added as he rubbed his hand across one of Brandon’s pecs.
The sexy hunks muscles tensed as he desperately fought for his life the ever tightening garrotte had turned his face bright red as he struggled to breath. The garrotte wheel was becoming harder to turn as it was near the maximum. The pressure on Brandon’s throat was immense as the metal tip had pierced the skin.
The killer gave the wheel one last turn which was followed by too cracks. The first being Brandon’s hyoid bone from the pressure the garrotte had exerted. The second crack was the sound of the hunks spinal cord breaking as the metal tip had done the job it was designed for all this saw Brandon’s body tense once last time before going still.
Scott walked around to check on his victim. The restraint from the garrotte strap saw Brandon’s head was still positioned upright, his eyes remained open as he stared into oblivion, his tongue protruded from his mouth as small drops of spittle dribbled onto his shoulder. The camera that had recorded Brandon’s death was turned off as the dead stud was removed from the chair. Scott placed him face down and pulled Brandon’s orange underwear down slightly so his backside was on show then undid his trousers and fucked the fresh corpse.
Once complete the dead hunk was placed in the back of Scott’s car and driven to the Brotherhood member’s house.
Scott knocked on the Brotherhood member’s door. Once it opened he joked “One sexy mother fucker delivered to you.”
The Brotherhood member laughed as he helped Scott drag Brandon’s corpse inside. He knelt beside it and ran one of his hands along the exposed flesh before licking and playfully biting on of the dead hunks thighs. Before saying "Perfect, just perfect. He'll keep me stocked up for a while. Let’s get him into the room so you can get down to the important business."
Brandon was laid on his back on a preparation table as the member gave his merchandise a good going over. The orange underwear added a bit of sexiness to the body as all its areas were surveyed to find where you could get the fine cuts from.
He slapped one of Brandon’s thighs as he said "what a great set of legs he has on him. Can’t wait to have bite out of them. I’ll let you take some home to snack on."
Scott agreed as he was handed him the tools he needed for the job. As Scott cut into Brandon’s arm he was about to learn that nothing was going to go to waste. The meat was removed from the hunks upper arms and placed on one side before the meat was stripped from the lower arms and placed on another tray.
Scott then began the task off removing the hunks wonderful legs, he started to cut at the top of the thighs and then stripped all the flesh from the dead studs thighs and calves. The excess meat joined the meat from the arms. Scott then cut one of the slabs of thigh meat into roasts and steaks of various sizes then handed them to the member to be wrapped up. The other thigh was left whole so that cuts could be taken as and when
He placed the knife so it rested on Brandon’s neck then began the process of decapitating the handsome stud, before setting to work on stripping the flesh from the hunk's torso. His meaty pecs were removed along with his abs that were cut into fine bacon strips. Scott then snapped away the hunks meaty ribs which were placed on a platter. They finished off by carving Brandon’s rump into thick juicy steaks.
Just as Scott thought they were finished a mini mincer was taken out, which saw the studs excess meat thrown inside and with the turn of a handle it was quickly turned into mincemeat. "Perfect for Bolognaise and other dishes" was the quote the member made as he placed the freshly minced meat on a tray. The flesh acquired from Brandon quickly filled the freezer meaning he had an ample supply of top quality meat to get through.
Brandon’s remains were buried in the Brotherhood member’s garden. Before he left Scott was handed some wraps of meat and then hunks severed head in a box. The member told him he knew Scott liked to collect his victim’s heads so gave him one more to add to the collection.
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Chapter 334. The Party Part 1
Less than 24 hours had passed since Scott had murdered Brandon and he'd wasted no time in sampling some of the hunks tasty succulent flesh.
Attention quickly turned to getting ready for a party he had been invited to that evening and he had little time to prepare as a cab would be picking him up shortly.
The taxi which was arranged by the party organiser arrived dead on time. Scott shut the front door of his house made the short walk down the path and jumped in the car. He noticed the taxi was from the same company his friend worked for and knew that may come in handy later that night.
As had been previously arranged there would be two people travelling per taxi and Scott's companion was already in it.
Chris sat clutching a box of beer. Scott couldn’t help but immediately be drawn to his good looks as the sight of the hot young lad in a tight white top and dark jeans seemed to make his trouser snake stir. A black baseball cap sat on his head as a pair of headphones draped around his be neck.
Chris looked at Scott "Yo where's your alcohol?" He shouted when he saw Scott wasn’t carrying any.
"Don’t worry. I've already made my contribution." Scott joked as the two shook hands.
The cab arrived at the party, Chris headed inside whilst Scott took a few moments to make a phone call to the taxi driver he knew as he would come in very handy later that night. Once inside the two mingled with the guests. Scott gave his present to the birthday girl but always had his eye on Chris. Apart from being hot and good looking there was something about the young guy that made Scott want to add him to the list of victims he had left behind. He seemed to have an aura of cockiness about him that Scott wanted to completely destroy.
The party went on and Chris found himself sat at a table with Scott. He'd had a couple of drinks and was being louder and cockier then he was before and this time he'd removed his white top and now wore a white vest. The sight of him in the vest again made Scott's manhood stir and the killer knew he would soon need to do something about this.
Scott could see that Chris's loud and cocky nature wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea. Although the ladies at the party seemed to be drawn towards his handsome looks. The attention intensified when the hot hunk pulled off his vest to reveal a slightly tanned athletic body.
Chris's next move caused some problems as he posed shirtless with some of the girls.
As he posed with one of them he placed his hand on her backside which was spotted by the girl’s boyfriend. He immediately marched over and squared up to Chris. Both guys were tanked up on alcohol. The veins on Chris's neck bulged as the situation looked to be getting out of hand.
Scott and a couple of other guys got involved and pulled the two apart. Scott ushered Chris out of the front door and into his friend’s taxi. All the time the shirtless hunk was shouting abuse and obscenities. Which continued in the cab. The handsome looks of the girl’s boyfriend hadn’t gone unnoticed by Scott who was already developing plans for the hunk in his head.
"Oi you fucking prick let me out of this cab I’ve got unfinished business in the party." Chris shouted only to be ignored by the driver who started to drive off.
"Hey rag head are you fucking death?" Chris shouted now trying to physically get at the driver who Scott could see began to panic a little.
"You know where to go." Scott said as he decided to put a stop to the abuse and wrapped his hands tightly around Chris's neck. A brief struggle ensured across the back seats of the taxi but Scott's superior strength meant that Chris didn’t stand a chance, there was nothing he could do to realise Scott's vice like grip as his legs kicked about wildly and his arms frantically clawed at Scott's shirt. Minutes later Chris let out a final loud gasp and died.
"Sorry you had to see that." Scott said to the cab driver.
"No worries Mr Scott sir." The cabbie replied "I saw worse horrors in Afghanistan and am forever debted to you for helping me. The guy was an arsehole anywhere. The racist got what he deserved." Scott had first met the driver years ago and felt sorry for him as he listened to his story of having to flee Afghanistan and leave his family behind. The two built up a string friendship that saw Scott surprise him by bringing his wife and children over to live with him. The cabbie knew Scott killed and turned a blind eye out of respect and gratitude which is why Scott had disposed of Chris in the car.
The taxi finally arrived at the strip of business’s Scott owned and he paid the fare and dragged Chris's shirtless body into the restaurant body preparation room. The young hunk was laid out on the table as Scott took a moment to explore the hunks body before beginning the process of harvesting it for its meat.
Chris's meat was boxed up and carried to the restaurant ready to go onto the menu. His head would join the many others on display in the room whilst his remains were thrown to the Crocodiles who happily feasted on them.
Once all this was done Scott headed back to the party and slipped back in unnoticed, he had plans for the other guy who squared up to Chris.
Less than 24 hours had passed since Scott had murdered Brandon and he'd wasted no time in sampling some of the hunks tasty succulent flesh.
Attention quickly turned to getting ready for a party he had been invited to that evening and he had little time to prepare as a cab would be picking him up shortly.
The taxi which was arranged by the party organiser arrived dead on time. Scott shut the front door of his house made the short walk down the path and jumped in the car. He noticed the taxi was from the same company his friend worked for and knew that may come in handy later that night.
As had been previously arranged there would be two people travelling per taxi and Scott's companion was already in it.
Chris sat clutching a box of beer. Scott couldn’t help but immediately be drawn to his good looks as the sight of the hot young lad in a tight white top and dark jeans seemed to make his trouser snake stir. A black baseball cap sat on his head as a pair of headphones draped around his be neck.
Chris looked at Scott "Yo where's your alcohol?" He shouted when he saw Scott wasn’t carrying any.
"Don’t worry. I've already made my contribution." Scott joked as the two shook hands.
The cab arrived at the party, Chris headed inside whilst Scott took a few moments to make a phone call to the taxi driver he knew as he would come in very handy later that night. Once inside the two mingled with the guests. Scott gave his present to the birthday girl but always had his eye on Chris. Apart from being hot and good looking there was something about the young guy that made Scott want to add him to the list of victims he had left behind. He seemed to have an aura of cockiness about him that Scott wanted to completely destroy.
The party went on and Chris found himself sat at a table with Scott. He'd had a couple of drinks and was being louder and cockier then he was before and this time he'd removed his white top and now wore a white vest. The sight of him in the vest again made Scott's manhood stir and the killer knew he would soon need to do something about this.
Scott could see that Chris's loud and cocky nature wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea. Although the ladies at the party seemed to be drawn towards his handsome looks. The attention intensified when the hot hunk pulled off his vest to reveal a slightly tanned athletic body.
Chris's next move caused some problems as he posed shirtless with some of the girls.
As he posed with one of them he placed his hand on her backside which was spotted by the girl’s boyfriend. He immediately marched over and squared up to Chris. Both guys were tanked up on alcohol. The veins on Chris's neck bulged as the situation looked to be getting out of hand.
Scott and a couple of other guys got involved and pulled the two apart. Scott ushered Chris out of the front door and into his friend’s taxi. All the time the shirtless hunk was shouting abuse and obscenities. Which continued in the cab. The handsome looks of the girl’s boyfriend hadn’t gone unnoticed by Scott who was already developing plans for the hunk in his head.
"Oi you fucking prick let me out of this cab I’ve got unfinished business in the party." Chris shouted only to be ignored by the driver who started to drive off.
"Hey rag head are you fucking death?" Chris shouted now trying to physically get at the driver who Scott could see began to panic a little.
"You know where to go." Scott said as he decided to put a stop to the abuse and wrapped his hands tightly around Chris's neck. A brief struggle ensured across the back seats of the taxi but Scott's superior strength meant that Chris didn’t stand a chance, there was nothing he could do to realise Scott's vice like grip as his legs kicked about wildly and his arms frantically clawed at Scott's shirt. Minutes later Chris let out a final loud gasp and died.
"Sorry you had to see that." Scott said to the cab driver.
"No worries Mr Scott sir." The cabbie replied "I saw worse horrors in Afghanistan and am forever debted to you for helping me. The guy was an arsehole anywhere. The racist got what he deserved." Scott had first met the driver years ago and felt sorry for him as he listened to his story of having to flee Afghanistan and leave his family behind. The two built up a string friendship that saw Scott surprise him by bringing his wife and children over to live with him. The cabbie knew Scott killed and turned a blind eye out of respect and gratitude which is why Scott had disposed of Chris in the car.
The taxi finally arrived at the strip of business’s Scott owned and he paid the fare and dragged Chris's shirtless body into the restaurant body preparation room. The young hunk was laid out on the table as Scott took a moment to explore the hunks body before beginning the process of harvesting it for its meat.
Chris's meat was boxed up and carried to the restaurant ready to go onto the menu. His head would join the many others on display in the room whilst his remains were thrown to the Crocodiles who happily feasted on them.
Once all this was done Scott headed back to the party and slipped back in unnoticed, he had plans for the other guy who squared up to Chris.
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Chapter 335. The Party Part 2
Scott had ulterior motives for going back to the party. He'd just disposed of Chris but also had his eyes on the other guy that was involved in the square up.
On first glance he couldn’t appear to find Thomas anywhere downstairs so headed upstairs to investigate, finally catching sight of the hot hunk on the landing.
Dressed in a tight black shirt that seemed to cling to his tight frame and dark jeans, the handsome hunk immediately recognised Scott as one of the people that had broken the altercation with Chris up.
"Are you ok now mate?" Scott asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the guy he planned on killing next.
"Yeah. I'm ok now. No thanks to that fucking prick earlier. If I see him again I’ll fucking kill him." Thomas replied, not knowing Scott had saved him the bother.
"Yeah the guy was a twat. Fuck knows where he is now." Scott replied "Where's your girlfriend?"
"She's gone home. She didn’t want to stay after the incident. I'll probably see her again tomorrow. But I’ll give her some space for now." Thomas answered with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
That was what Scott wanted to hear. Thomas was alone and had no idea these would be the last night he lived.
The party went on but Scott's watchful eyes never let Thomas out of their sight and when the hottie decided to leave he was followed by Scott. Instead of getting a taxi Thomas decided to sober up during a walk home. Scott followed from a safe distance and watched as Thomas walked up to his house.
The youngster headed inside and turned the lights on whilst Scott took out his phone and called Danny telling him the address and to be outside in around half an hour.
Attention quickly turned to getting inside the house. A lone light remained on upstairs so Scott picked the lock on the door and snuck inside. Moving his way through the house he was soon standing on the landing looking inside Thomas's room.
An unsuspecting Thomas sat on the bed in his underwear with his back to the door.
Scott stealthily approached Thomas who only became aware of Scott's presence at the last moment. Before he could utter a single word a sickening crack echoed around the bedroom as Scott snapped his neck without a moment’s hesitation. Thomas sat up on the bed momentarily before collapsing backwards his legs still crossed his eyes now staring into oblivion.
Scott looked out of the window to see that Danny hadn’t arrived yet. That gave him some time to have fun with his latest victim. His hands explored the tight body before Thomas's underwear was pulled down and his body fucked.
Scott was just in the process of zipping up his fly’s when Danny texted to say he was outside.
Thomas's body was slung over Scott's shoulder and carried down to the waiting car where it was placed on the back seat.
"He looks a hottie." Danny joked when he saw Thomas's body. "Nice tight body. Handsome looks. Bet you had some fun."
"Yeah I did." Replied Scott "Drive to the animal centre. Some animals need feeding."
A short while later the duo arrived at the centre, where Thomas's body was quickly dragged to the Hyena enclosure. Scott looked down at his latest victim. Thomas's tight athletic body and handsome looks were about to be devoured by the pack of Hyenas.
The killers made a hasty retreat when the creatures made their way over to investigate their fresh meal. A few of the animals sniffed at the body before one sunk its teeth deep into Thomas's abdomen tearing off a chunk of flesh and devouring it quickly before going back to the body for more meat. The other Hyenas quickly descended on the body as the scene became a feeding frenzy. Hyena's powerful jaws meant that they could bite through and eat bone. A number of hyena cubs ran off with one of Thomas's arms and playfully fought over the meat it held. An hour passed and Thomas had been all but devoured, blood and scraps of meat were all that remained of the once handsome stud who crossed paths with Scott at the party.
Scott turned to Danny “So what have you been up to?”
Scott had ulterior motives for going back to the party. He'd just disposed of Chris but also had his eyes on the other guy that was involved in the square up.
On first glance he couldn’t appear to find Thomas anywhere downstairs so headed upstairs to investigate, finally catching sight of the hot hunk on the landing.
Dressed in a tight black shirt that seemed to cling to his tight frame and dark jeans, the handsome hunk immediately recognised Scott as one of the people that had broken the altercation with Chris up.
"Are you ok now mate?" Scott asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the guy he planned on killing next.
"Yeah. I'm ok now. No thanks to that fucking prick earlier. If I see him again I’ll fucking kill him." Thomas replied, not knowing Scott had saved him the bother.
"Yeah the guy was a twat. Fuck knows where he is now." Scott replied "Where's your girlfriend?"
"She's gone home. She didn’t want to stay after the incident. I'll probably see her again tomorrow. But I’ll give her some space for now." Thomas answered with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
That was what Scott wanted to hear. Thomas was alone and had no idea these would be the last night he lived.
The party went on but Scott's watchful eyes never let Thomas out of their sight and when the hottie decided to leave he was followed by Scott. Instead of getting a taxi Thomas decided to sober up during a walk home. Scott followed from a safe distance and watched as Thomas walked up to his house.
The youngster headed inside and turned the lights on whilst Scott took out his phone and called Danny telling him the address and to be outside in around half an hour.
Attention quickly turned to getting inside the house. A lone light remained on upstairs so Scott picked the lock on the door and snuck inside. Moving his way through the house he was soon standing on the landing looking inside Thomas's room.
An unsuspecting Thomas sat on the bed in his underwear with his back to the door.
Scott stealthily approached Thomas who only became aware of Scott's presence at the last moment. Before he could utter a single word a sickening crack echoed around the bedroom as Scott snapped his neck without a moment’s hesitation. Thomas sat up on the bed momentarily before collapsing backwards his legs still crossed his eyes now staring into oblivion.
Scott looked out of the window to see that Danny hadn’t arrived yet. That gave him some time to have fun with his latest victim. His hands explored the tight body before Thomas's underwear was pulled down and his body fucked.
Scott was just in the process of zipping up his fly’s when Danny texted to say he was outside.
Thomas's body was slung over Scott's shoulder and carried down to the waiting car where it was placed on the back seat.
"He looks a hottie." Danny joked when he saw Thomas's body. "Nice tight body. Handsome looks. Bet you had some fun."
"Yeah I did." Replied Scott "Drive to the animal centre. Some animals need feeding."
A short while later the duo arrived at the centre, where Thomas's body was quickly dragged to the Hyena enclosure. Scott looked down at his latest victim. Thomas's tight athletic body and handsome looks were about to be devoured by the pack of Hyenas.
The killers made a hasty retreat when the creatures made their way over to investigate their fresh meal. A few of the animals sniffed at the body before one sunk its teeth deep into Thomas's abdomen tearing off a chunk of flesh and devouring it quickly before going back to the body for more meat. The other Hyenas quickly descended on the body as the scene became a feeding frenzy. Hyena's powerful jaws meant that they could bite through and eat bone. A number of hyena cubs ran off with one of Thomas's arms and playfully fought over the meat it held. An hour passed and Thomas had been all but devoured, blood and scraps of meat were all that remained of the once handsome stud who crossed paths with Scott at the party.
Scott turned to Danny “So what have you been up to?”
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Danny chuckled at Scott's question before responding "Well like you I have also been busy myself."
"Good lad." Scott replied boldly. "Tell me more, tell me more."
Danny relaxed in the driver’s seat and explained that whilst in town he had spotted a guy that was in his class at school. Gary was one of those popular guys, a good sportsman, handsome and had a large girl following. Even Danny found himself having a thing for him even though He was also one of the idiots that made Danny's life hell as he didn’t really fit in at school. Gary had an arrogant side where he thought he could get away with anything due to his family being wealthy.
All this played around in Danny's mind when he saw Gary as the urge that normally filled Scott now overtook him.
Danny followed Gary as the young hunk drove back to his house. Danny watched as his prey drove through electric gates that shut behind him and pondered how best to get into the grounds.
He walked around to the side of the house and immediately saw his entrance point as a low level wall bordered onto some park land. On The other side of the wall sat Gary's family swimming pool that sat on the edge of a large garden. Danny caught sight of Gary walking back out towards the pool. Dressed only in blue swimming shorts that showed off his attractive lean body the young hunk was busy talking on his phone.
"Yeah babe it'll only be me and you. I've got the drink just Bring your swimming gear. I promise you a good time."
"Oh yeah. Who’s getting laid tonight?" Gary boosted after he came off the phone.
"Stop being a dick." An older girl shouted from the door way "I'm off out now, you’re on your own."
"Fuck off sis." Gary replied "You know me. It’s only a bit of fun. I'll behave." He added as he picked up a yellow ball and volleyed it into the pool.
Danny waited in his hiding place for the right moment to strike. He knew he didn’t have a lot of time as the girl that Gary had invited round would soon be in attendance. He sat on the edge of the pool his legs dangling into the water eagerly awaiting her arrival.
The yellow ball floated in the water in front of Gary. Danny watched as his school friend dived in the pool to retrieve the ball. Sensing his chance he hoped over the wall and stood at the side of the pool. Gary swam back over with the ball and assumed the figure standing over the pool was his sister. He handed them the ball and then started to climb out.
However his attempts to get out of the pool were thwarted as Danny grabbed his head and shoulder and pushed him down under the water. Gary held his breath for as long as he could as his arms splashed about in the water as they desperately tried to grab hold of his attacker. Midway through the attack Danny released his grip which allowed Gary to come up for air. The hunk uttered "Please no." Before he felt himself being pushed down into the water again. He managed to take in a deep breath as he splashed about in the water again.
This time however Danny didn’t relent and continued to hold his victim beneath the water. Unable to hold his breath any longer Gary opened his mouth and took in more and more water. The struggles continued for a few more minutes before the last few air bubbles escaped from Gary's mouth as his arms floated in the now calm water.
Danny lifted the drowned hunks head out of the water. "Karmas a bitch isn’t it Gary." He said as he stared into the dead studs vacant eyes. The sound of the bell and Gary's mobile ringing startled Danny who knew he couldn’t afford to be caught. He let go of his victim who now floated face down in the pool and hoped over the wall. He hid in the bushes as a female made her way around to the side of the house and started calling Gary's name. She climbed up the ledge and struggled over into the garden. Danny started to make his way back to the car as the sound of the girl seemed to have discovered Gary's body as she began screaming "Gary. Please oh god no Gary. Somebody help please."
Danny explained he enjoyed the thrill again and knew Adam was likely to investigate the death. Scott told him that would more likely be the case and that there'd find out soon enough.
On arrival back home Scott received more good news. The Brotherhood had informed him that his four hunting sights were nearly constructed and ready to use.
Danny chuckled at Scott's question before responding "Well like you I have also been busy myself."
"Good lad." Scott replied boldly. "Tell me more, tell me more."
Danny relaxed in the driver’s seat and explained that whilst in town he had spotted a guy that was in his class at school. Gary was one of those popular guys, a good sportsman, handsome and had a large girl following. Even Danny found himself having a thing for him even though He was also one of the idiots that made Danny's life hell as he didn’t really fit in at school. Gary had an arrogant side where he thought he could get away with anything due to his family being wealthy.
All this played around in Danny's mind when he saw Gary as the urge that normally filled Scott now overtook him.
Danny followed Gary as the young hunk drove back to his house. Danny watched as his prey drove through electric gates that shut behind him and pondered how best to get into the grounds.
He walked around to the side of the house and immediately saw his entrance point as a low level wall bordered onto some park land. On The other side of the wall sat Gary's family swimming pool that sat on the edge of a large garden. Danny caught sight of Gary walking back out towards the pool. Dressed only in blue swimming shorts that showed off his attractive lean body the young hunk was busy talking on his phone.
"Yeah babe it'll only be me and you. I've got the drink just Bring your swimming gear. I promise you a good time."
"Oh yeah. Who’s getting laid tonight?" Gary boosted after he came off the phone.
"Stop being a dick." An older girl shouted from the door way "I'm off out now, you’re on your own."
"Fuck off sis." Gary replied "You know me. It’s only a bit of fun. I'll behave." He added as he picked up a yellow ball and volleyed it into the pool.
Danny waited in his hiding place for the right moment to strike. He knew he didn’t have a lot of time as the girl that Gary had invited round would soon be in attendance. He sat on the edge of the pool his legs dangling into the water eagerly awaiting her arrival.
The yellow ball floated in the water in front of Gary. Danny watched as his school friend dived in the pool to retrieve the ball. Sensing his chance he hoped over the wall and stood at the side of the pool. Gary swam back over with the ball and assumed the figure standing over the pool was his sister. He handed them the ball and then started to climb out.
However his attempts to get out of the pool were thwarted as Danny grabbed his head and shoulder and pushed him down under the water. Gary held his breath for as long as he could as his arms splashed about in the water as they desperately tried to grab hold of his attacker. Midway through the attack Danny released his grip which allowed Gary to come up for air. The hunk uttered "Please no." Before he felt himself being pushed down into the water again. He managed to take in a deep breath as he splashed about in the water again.
This time however Danny didn’t relent and continued to hold his victim beneath the water. Unable to hold his breath any longer Gary opened his mouth and took in more and more water. The struggles continued for a few more minutes before the last few air bubbles escaped from Gary's mouth as his arms floated in the now calm water.
Danny lifted the drowned hunks head out of the water. "Karmas a bitch isn’t it Gary." He said as he stared into the dead studs vacant eyes. The sound of the bell and Gary's mobile ringing startled Danny who knew he couldn’t afford to be caught. He let go of his victim who now floated face down in the pool and hoped over the wall. He hid in the bushes as a female made her way around to the side of the house and started calling Gary's name. She climbed up the ledge and struggled over into the garden. Danny started to make his way back to the car as the sound of the girl seemed to have discovered Gary's body as she began screaming "Gary. Please oh god no Gary. Somebody help please."
Danny explained he enjoyed the thrill again and knew Adam was likely to investigate the death. Scott told him that would more likely be the case and that there'd find out soon enough.
On arrival back home Scott received more good news. The Brotherhood had informed him that his four hunting sights were nearly constructed and ready to use.
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Chapter 337. Holiday Meat
The running of the UK business’s was left to Danny whilst Scott headed off to base in the Mediterranean to stock up on supplies for the Brotherhood restaurant he owned and conduct some Brotherhood business.
Adam was due to go as well but Danny's surprise kill had meant he was still investigating a murder, although his report would put Gary's death down as an accident where he slipped and fell into the pool where he drowned. Provided all this could be completed soon he hoped to join his partner in the sun for a bit.
On touching down Scott could immediately remember why he loved this place. Everywhere he looked he saw shirtless guys, some in groups as they had come over on a lad’s holiday overs were with their girlfriends. Either way it didn’t matter as the weather, alcohol, beaches and bars meant that 95% of the guys thought they were invincible.
This was one of the main reasons why the Brotherhood loved these islands. Everyone was like a giant cattle market where they could observe and chose their meat.
Priority number one for Scott was to stock the restaurant up and the boat he had at his disposal meant he could easily hop from island to island go get victims. He also wanted to visit the exclusive hunting island that was near to completion.
The first thing Scott did was to book into the hotel he owned, and as luck would have it this would also be the place he found his first victim.
Danny was on a lad’s holiday with some friends and the twenty four year old was having a good time. Scott found himself drawn to sexy young hunk's tanned athletic body in the pool area as he posed for a photo with a girl. A set of great meaty pecs sat above a pack of firm six pack abs as a tribal tattoo dotted his upper right arm and a star
tattoo encircled his navel.
Thoughts immediately turned to serving the stud up in the restaurant and Scott was going to ensure it happened.
Scott pondered the best way he could do it and finally set upon a plan. Knowing that the young holiday makers couldn’t turn down free drinks He left a number of flyers outside Danny's that guarantee the holders a number of free drinks from the establishment that night.
Apart from monitoring the hidden cameras all Scott had to do was sit and wait.
That evening Scott secretly watched as the group discussed where they were going to go that night. A majority of the group didn’t want to go to the club despite the free drinks as they already had plans, whilst Danny dressed in nothing more than a white pair of Diesel underwear and continuing to show off his fantastic body was adamant that he was going to use the flyers for the free drinks. In the end the group decided to meet Danny at the venue they were going to and headed off to get ready.
The nightclub doormen were given strict instructions to let Danny into the club and not to scan his ID. They did as they were told when they spotted the hunk knowing that if they were lucky they could sample his flesh in the restaurant. Danny dressed in a low neck white shirt with a grey waist coat and dark jeans headed straight to the bar to get the first of his free drinks. It was quickly downed, followed by another and another until the young hunk was drunk.
Scott spotted his prey on the dance floor clutching a bottle of beer and instructed his security to bring Danny to his office.
Danny protested as he was led away, unsure as to what he had done wrong.
"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" Danny protested as he was bundled into Scott's office.
"Routine security checks. Take a seat." Replied Scott.
"Routine checks like fuck is this a routine check. I was enjoying myself and these pricks just grabbed me and took me here." A rather irate Danny explained.
With the mood Danny was in Scott tried a different tactic to see if it might calm him down and thought the young hunk might see it as a joke. "Ok. The reason these pricks bought you to my office is so that I can kill you and then eat you. There was that what you wanted to hear."
The (joke) backfired as Danny stood up shouted "You know what I’m fed up of you wasting my time." And turned to leave.
Scott pulled the gun with the silencer from the top draw in his desk and shot Danny in the back of the head. The stud immediately fell face forward on to the floor.
Scott stood up and moved over to his latest victim. This wasn’t how he wanted it to happen but now it had he quickly turned Danny so he lay face up and cut off his white shirt to expose his fantastic body underneath.
He left his hands explore the tanned skin, loving the sensation of the smooth flesh under his hands. A pool of blood was forming from the wound and Scott couldn’t help himself. Danny was there for the taking there may not be another chance to do it so he pulled down the hunks trousers and fucked his body. The straight alpha stud rocked back and forth under each thrust Scott made until he clenched Danny's shoulders and fired his thick load deep inside him.
One of the security members was ordered to clean the blood up as Scott and another carried the body to the secret passageway that led to the staff’s cars. Danny was placed in the back and driven to the restaurant where the main chef inspected the meat.
"Perfect. He's a good one. We'll get some good cuts from him." The chef said as he hung the dead stud upside down over a large barrel, took a knife then cut Danny's throat. Blood gushed into the barrel at an alarming rate whilst Scott took looked at the hunk for a last time in the form he was in. His Perfect body and fantastic legs were all soon to be nothing more than tender cuts of meat.
Once the blood had slowed Scott hugged Danny's abdomen which squeezed out most of what was left of the blood which then allowed the chef to get down to work. His skills with the knife were renowned in the Brotherhood and in no time at all Danny's meat was lying on the side in fillets, joints, roasts, steaks and meat to be minced for burgers and sausages. Only Danny's remains and head were left and his bones were quickly tossed into a pile to be made into bone meal whilst the chef placed the hunks severed head on one side.
"He really was a good looking guy. That scar on his chin is sexy but its life. I'll prepare a spot for him."
A picture of Danny's body was placed in a frame and taken with the head to a large room where many other heads dotted the wall. This was the room Brotherhood members showed off the heads of the guys who had filled their bellies along with pictures of what they once looked like and a figure as to how much meat each victim yielded. It was somewhere where they could visit when they wanted to and now Danny was the latest resident.
As they left the room the chef turned to Scott "I wait patiently for your next one my friend."
Scott winked and left as the chef tossed a piece of Danny on the grill.
The running of the UK business’s was left to Danny whilst Scott headed off to base in the Mediterranean to stock up on supplies for the Brotherhood restaurant he owned and conduct some Brotherhood business.
Adam was due to go as well but Danny's surprise kill had meant he was still investigating a murder, although his report would put Gary's death down as an accident where he slipped and fell into the pool where he drowned. Provided all this could be completed soon he hoped to join his partner in the sun for a bit.
On touching down Scott could immediately remember why he loved this place. Everywhere he looked he saw shirtless guys, some in groups as they had come over on a lad’s holiday overs were with their girlfriends. Either way it didn’t matter as the weather, alcohol, beaches and bars meant that 95% of the guys thought they were invincible.
This was one of the main reasons why the Brotherhood loved these islands. Everyone was like a giant cattle market where they could observe and chose their meat.
Priority number one for Scott was to stock the restaurant up and the boat he had at his disposal meant he could easily hop from island to island go get victims. He also wanted to visit the exclusive hunting island that was near to completion.
The first thing Scott did was to book into the hotel he owned, and as luck would have it this would also be the place he found his first victim.
Danny was on a lad’s holiday with some friends and the twenty four year old was having a good time. Scott found himself drawn to sexy young hunk's tanned athletic body in the pool area as he posed for a photo with a girl. A set of great meaty pecs sat above a pack of firm six pack abs as a tribal tattoo dotted his upper right arm and a star
tattoo encircled his navel.
Thoughts immediately turned to serving the stud up in the restaurant and Scott was going to ensure it happened.
Scott pondered the best way he could do it and finally set upon a plan. Knowing that the young holiday makers couldn’t turn down free drinks He left a number of flyers outside Danny's that guarantee the holders a number of free drinks from the establishment that night.
Apart from monitoring the hidden cameras all Scott had to do was sit and wait.
That evening Scott secretly watched as the group discussed where they were going to go that night. A majority of the group didn’t want to go to the club despite the free drinks as they already had plans, whilst Danny dressed in nothing more than a white pair of Diesel underwear and continuing to show off his fantastic body was adamant that he was going to use the flyers for the free drinks. In the end the group decided to meet Danny at the venue they were going to and headed off to get ready.
The nightclub doormen were given strict instructions to let Danny into the club and not to scan his ID. They did as they were told when they spotted the hunk knowing that if they were lucky they could sample his flesh in the restaurant. Danny dressed in a low neck white shirt with a grey waist coat and dark jeans headed straight to the bar to get the first of his free drinks. It was quickly downed, followed by another and another until the young hunk was drunk.
Scott spotted his prey on the dance floor clutching a bottle of beer and instructed his security to bring Danny to his office.
Danny protested as he was led away, unsure as to what he had done wrong.
"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" Danny protested as he was bundled into Scott's office.
"Routine security checks. Take a seat." Replied Scott.
"Routine checks like fuck is this a routine check. I was enjoying myself and these pricks just grabbed me and took me here." A rather irate Danny explained.
With the mood Danny was in Scott tried a different tactic to see if it might calm him down and thought the young hunk might see it as a joke. "Ok. The reason these pricks bought you to my office is so that I can kill you and then eat you. There was that what you wanted to hear."
The (joke) backfired as Danny stood up shouted "You know what I’m fed up of you wasting my time." And turned to leave.
Scott pulled the gun with the silencer from the top draw in his desk and shot Danny in the back of the head. The stud immediately fell face forward on to the floor.
Scott stood up and moved over to his latest victim. This wasn’t how he wanted it to happen but now it had he quickly turned Danny so he lay face up and cut off his white shirt to expose his fantastic body underneath.
He left his hands explore the tanned skin, loving the sensation of the smooth flesh under his hands. A pool of blood was forming from the wound and Scott couldn’t help himself. Danny was there for the taking there may not be another chance to do it so he pulled down the hunks trousers and fucked his body. The straight alpha stud rocked back and forth under each thrust Scott made until he clenched Danny's shoulders and fired his thick load deep inside him.
One of the security members was ordered to clean the blood up as Scott and another carried the body to the secret passageway that led to the staff’s cars. Danny was placed in the back and driven to the restaurant where the main chef inspected the meat.
"Perfect. He's a good one. We'll get some good cuts from him." The chef said as he hung the dead stud upside down over a large barrel, took a knife then cut Danny's throat. Blood gushed into the barrel at an alarming rate whilst Scott took looked at the hunk for a last time in the form he was in. His Perfect body and fantastic legs were all soon to be nothing more than tender cuts of meat.
Once the blood had slowed Scott hugged Danny's abdomen which squeezed out most of what was left of the blood which then allowed the chef to get down to work. His skills with the knife were renowned in the Brotherhood and in no time at all Danny's meat was lying on the side in fillets, joints, roasts, steaks and meat to be minced for burgers and sausages. Only Danny's remains and head were left and his bones were quickly tossed into a pile to be made into bone meal whilst the chef placed the hunks severed head on one side.
"He really was a good looking guy. That scar on his chin is sexy but its life. I'll prepare a spot for him."
A picture of Danny's body was placed in a frame and taken with the head to a large room where many other heads dotted the wall. This was the room Brotherhood members showed off the heads of the guys who had filled their bellies along with pictures of what they once looked like and a figure as to how much meat each victim yielded. It was somewhere where they could visit when they wanted to and now Danny was the latest resident.
As they left the room the chef turned to Scott "I wait patiently for your next one my friend."
Scott winked and left as the chef tossed a piece of Danny on the grill.
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Chapter 338. Jamie
The chef wouldn’t have to wait long as Scott already had another guy in his sights. He'd spotted Jamie at the club at the same time he had Danny firmly in his sights, but now his previous victim was disposed of he could bow focus on Jamie.
Jamie wandered had wandered around the club shirtless. His fantastic athletic body had been the centre of attention for everybody and the young hunk had been smart as he had written various words on his chest with washable body paint which meant clubbers especially the ladies were drawn towards it.
Scott headed back to the club to check the security computer. All customers ID's they had used to enter were stored on it along with the hotel they were staying at.
It didn’t take him long to find Jamie's hotel, which by chance was about a mile down the strip and its beach side location meant that Scott knew the first place to check the next day.
Scott was at the beach bright and early and his hunch about Jamie paying a visit had been correct as he immediately recognised the hunk as he left the water. The sun dazzled off his wet bronze torso as he exited and Scott noticed Jamie's legs were also as good as his body with smooth meaty thighs that would yield a lot of meat.
A watchful eye was kept on Jamie as he wandered around the beach first sunning himself then messing around with some girls. Scott then heard something that would see him get a good chance of getting hold of Jamie as the young hunk hunched over a friend and told them he was going to row over to the nearby island which was a prime place to get some fishing down.
The friend declined to come and Scott followed Jamie as the hunk headed off to hire the row boat that would take him to island.
Scott knew where the island was and headed to his yacht so he could ambush his intended prey.
He moored the yacht out at sea, on checking he couldn’t see anybody else around the area where Jamie was sat. With the coast clear he rowed to the island in a smaller boat ensuring that His victim had no idea any one else was there.
Scott stealthily approached Jamie who was sat in a purple top and shorts. He relaxed in the chair his fishing rod perched between his legs.
Scott wrapped some fishing line over his hands and pulled it tight to test its strength. The line pinged quickly back into place as Scott flung the ligature around Jamie's neck and pulled it tight. Taken by surprise the young hunk manager to utter "What the fu." As he instinctively bought his hands up to his neck in an attempt to release the ever tightening ligature. Jamie's legs thrashed about as his hands now tried to frantically tug at his attacker. The kicking about of his legs saw his flip flops go flying.
However Scott was relentless and a few moments later Jamie let out a final gasp as his body arched up for a seconds then fell limp again.
Scott wasted no time in setting the scene. He placed Jamie's body on the ground and gathered up the dead hunks flip flops. He also pushed the boat Jamie had rowed to the island on out to sea so it would look like the young hunk had been in an accident and drowned. Jamie's dead body was dragged back to Scott's row boat and taken back to the yacht, where Scott took a few moments to fondle his latest victim.
Preparations were made as Jamie was laid out on the deck and a knife used to harvest the flesh from his body. All edible parts were wrapped up and put to one side whilst the inedible parts were placed on the side. Unlike the Brotherhood chef Scott wasn’t going to spend long cutting all the final details from Jamie and already had a plan. During the sail home disposed of the dead hunks flip flop then his hands, feet and remains by dumping them in the ocean. If found people may think the dead hunk had been killed by sharks.
Once back on the main island Scott transferred the flesh and Jamie's head to his car and dropped them off at the restaurant so Jamie's flesh could join Danny's on the menu.
The chef wouldn’t have to wait long as Scott already had another guy in his sights. He'd spotted Jamie at the club at the same time he had Danny firmly in his sights, but now his previous victim was disposed of he could bow focus on Jamie.
Jamie wandered had wandered around the club shirtless. His fantastic athletic body had been the centre of attention for everybody and the young hunk had been smart as he had written various words on his chest with washable body paint which meant clubbers especially the ladies were drawn towards it.
Scott headed back to the club to check the security computer. All customers ID's they had used to enter were stored on it along with the hotel they were staying at.
It didn’t take him long to find Jamie's hotel, which by chance was about a mile down the strip and its beach side location meant that Scott knew the first place to check the next day.
Scott was at the beach bright and early and his hunch about Jamie paying a visit had been correct as he immediately recognised the hunk as he left the water. The sun dazzled off his wet bronze torso as he exited and Scott noticed Jamie's legs were also as good as his body with smooth meaty thighs that would yield a lot of meat.
A watchful eye was kept on Jamie as he wandered around the beach first sunning himself then messing around with some girls. Scott then heard something that would see him get a good chance of getting hold of Jamie as the young hunk hunched over a friend and told them he was going to row over to the nearby island which was a prime place to get some fishing down.
The friend declined to come and Scott followed Jamie as the hunk headed off to hire the row boat that would take him to island.
Scott knew where the island was and headed to his yacht so he could ambush his intended prey.
He moored the yacht out at sea, on checking he couldn’t see anybody else around the area where Jamie was sat. With the coast clear he rowed to the island in a smaller boat ensuring that His victim had no idea any one else was there.
Scott stealthily approached Jamie who was sat in a purple top and shorts. He relaxed in the chair his fishing rod perched between his legs.
Scott wrapped some fishing line over his hands and pulled it tight to test its strength. The line pinged quickly back into place as Scott flung the ligature around Jamie's neck and pulled it tight. Taken by surprise the young hunk manager to utter "What the fu." As he instinctively bought his hands up to his neck in an attempt to release the ever tightening ligature. Jamie's legs thrashed about as his hands now tried to frantically tug at his attacker. The kicking about of his legs saw his flip flops go flying.
However Scott was relentless and a few moments later Jamie let out a final gasp as his body arched up for a seconds then fell limp again.
Scott wasted no time in setting the scene. He placed Jamie's body on the ground and gathered up the dead hunks flip flops. He also pushed the boat Jamie had rowed to the island on out to sea so it would look like the young hunk had been in an accident and drowned. Jamie's dead body was dragged back to Scott's row boat and taken back to the yacht, where Scott took a few moments to fondle his latest victim.
Preparations were made as Jamie was laid out on the deck and a knife used to harvest the flesh from his body. All edible parts were wrapped up and put to one side whilst the inedible parts were placed on the side. Unlike the Brotherhood chef Scott wasn’t going to spend long cutting all the final details from Jamie and already had a plan. During the sail home disposed of the dead hunks flip flop then his hands, feet and remains by dumping them in the ocean. If found people may think the dead hunk had been killed by sharks.
Once back on the main island Scott transferred the flesh and Jamie's head to his car and dropped them off at the restaurant so Jamie's flesh could join Danny's on the menu.
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Chapter 339. Sam
The plan was a simple one Scott knew he had to add some more meat to the restaurant menu and still suffering from the previous day’s exploits he chose to hunt at his night club.
The club was busy as always and Scott seemed to have lots of guys to choose from, however he found himself being drawn towards one in particular and from the feelings he was having knew that this guy was to be his prey. The lad in particular had ripped his shirt off to reveal a sexy athletic torso as he joked with his friends. One of which hoisted him up onto their shoulders unwittingly giving a killer a prime view.
Sam was on a lad’s holiday with some friends and had been in the club for a while. He'd downed drink after drink and was now more than a little drunk as he danced on top of one of his friends shoulders not even bothering to consider the consequences of he fell. Sam went about his business without a care in the world and seemed to be enjoying himself.
The shirtless hunk had no idea his every move was being watched by a killer. Sam made his way around the dance floor and over to the bar. He inadvertently bumped into Scott who took the opportunity to get a more close up view of his prey but also briefly touch his hot body.
Sam didn’t apologise to Scott for bumping into him, instead he gave him a look that seemed to indicate "what the hell are you doing in my way?"
Scott smiled back knowing that he would have been having the last laugh in the long run.
By the time the club closed Sam was completely off his head. He'd drunk so much alcohol it had left him in a vulnerable state. This showed as he made his way home. His wasn’t helped by his friends who took advantage of Sam in his drunken state and dared him to do a number of things. The latest of which saw the young hunk strip down to his underwear and walk a short plank by the water’s edge that overlooked the sea. Sam didn’t seem to care about the obvious dangers that could befall him.
Scott kept a watchful eye on his prey as Sam descended the plank and tried to walk on top of it. He managed to get half way before losing his footing and falling down into the sea below. Scott held his breath for a moment as the stud’s friends peered over the edge before bursting out laughing as a completely soaked Sam pulled himself up over the wall, playfully pushed mate and then tried to do it again.
The hot hunk had just pulled himself up onto the railings when a police car pulled alongside. On seeing this his friends darted off leaving the semi naked stud to face the music. Scott watched as he now worried that his lurking and spying could be in vain if Sam was arrested.
To his relief he recognised the two police officers as being members of the Brotherhood and whilst one officer was dealing with Sam he left his vantage point and approached the other.
"Hello Scott." The officer said in broken English "what can I do for you?" Scott explained that he had been stalking Sam in order to add him to the restaurant menu. At this point the second officer approached and shook Scott's hand before turning to his colleague "We can’t leave this guy. He's far too drunk and could harm himself."
The first police officer replied "The problem is solved Scott wants him for the menu so we're leave him to it."
The second officer turned to Scott "Excellent. I'll tell you what we'll transport him to the restaurant and then he's all yours." He then approached Sam and told him he was under arrest. The two officers then put the hunk into the back of their car and followed Scott to the restaurant.
On arrival Scott walked slightly ahead of the officers as he pondered how he was going to despatch the stud. He was startled by a loud bang and turned to see Sam falling face first to the floor as one of the officers blew the end of his gun and put it back in its holster.
"What the fuck?" Scott exclaimed
"Sorry" the police officer replied with a smile "I haven’t killed anybody for a while."
Scott laughed as he replied "Saves me doing the job now."
Sam's body was dragged into the preparation room where Scott gave it a good looking over, running his hands over the smooth pink flesh before dicing it up into edible parts for the menu.
The plan was a simple one Scott knew he had to add some more meat to the restaurant menu and still suffering from the previous day’s exploits he chose to hunt at his night club.
The club was busy as always and Scott seemed to have lots of guys to choose from, however he found himself being drawn towards one in particular and from the feelings he was having knew that this guy was to be his prey. The lad in particular had ripped his shirt off to reveal a sexy athletic torso as he joked with his friends. One of which hoisted him up onto their shoulders unwittingly giving a killer a prime view.
Sam was on a lad’s holiday with some friends and had been in the club for a while. He'd downed drink after drink and was now more than a little drunk as he danced on top of one of his friends shoulders not even bothering to consider the consequences of he fell. Sam went about his business without a care in the world and seemed to be enjoying himself.
The shirtless hunk had no idea his every move was being watched by a killer. Sam made his way around the dance floor and over to the bar. He inadvertently bumped into Scott who took the opportunity to get a more close up view of his prey but also briefly touch his hot body.
Sam didn’t apologise to Scott for bumping into him, instead he gave him a look that seemed to indicate "what the hell are you doing in my way?"
Scott smiled back knowing that he would have been having the last laugh in the long run.
By the time the club closed Sam was completely off his head. He'd drunk so much alcohol it had left him in a vulnerable state. This showed as he made his way home. His wasn’t helped by his friends who took advantage of Sam in his drunken state and dared him to do a number of things. The latest of which saw the young hunk strip down to his underwear and walk a short plank by the water’s edge that overlooked the sea. Sam didn’t seem to care about the obvious dangers that could befall him.
Scott kept a watchful eye on his prey as Sam descended the plank and tried to walk on top of it. He managed to get half way before losing his footing and falling down into the sea below. Scott held his breath for a moment as the stud’s friends peered over the edge before bursting out laughing as a completely soaked Sam pulled himself up over the wall, playfully pushed mate and then tried to do it again.
The hot hunk had just pulled himself up onto the railings when a police car pulled alongside. On seeing this his friends darted off leaving the semi naked stud to face the music. Scott watched as he now worried that his lurking and spying could be in vain if Sam was arrested.
To his relief he recognised the two police officers as being members of the Brotherhood and whilst one officer was dealing with Sam he left his vantage point and approached the other.
"Hello Scott." The officer said in broken English "what can I do for you?" Scott explained that he had been stalking Sam in order to add him to the restaurant menu. At this point the second officer approached and shook Scott's hand before turning to his colleague "We can’t leave this guy. He's far too drunk and could harm himself."
The first police officer replied "The problem is solved Scott wants him for the menu so we're leave him to it."
The second officer turned to Scott "Excellent. I'll tell you what we'll transport him to the restaurant and then he's all yours." He then approached Sam and told him he was under arrest. The two officers then put the hunk into the back of their car and followed Scott to the restaurant.
On arrival Scott walked slightly ahead of the officers as he pondered how he was going to despatch the stud. He was startled by a loud bang and turned to see Sam falling face first to the floor as one of the officers blew the end of his gun and put it back in its holster.
"What the fuck?" Scott exclaimed
"Sorry" the police officer replied with a smile "I haven’t killed anybody for a while."
Scott laughed as he replied "Saves me doing the job now."
Sam's body was dragged into the preparation room where Scott gave it a good looking over, running his hands over the smooth pink flesh before dicing it up into edible parts for the menu.
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gorgeous and oh-so-tasty!!!
