Studslasher
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Model Massacre Part One:
The seven gorgeous young fitness models splashed playfully on the shores of the lake, the photoshoot had just wrapped and the crew were packing up for the day. The muscular young hunks had incredible bodies and the warm water made them glisten in the setting sun, they were putting on quite a show, a show which had not gone unnoticed by the Jockripper.
The Jockripper watched from the tree line as the dumb muscle-cunts laughed and joked. He watched as their young, perfectly sculpted bodies flexed and how their huge heaving cocks strained against the tight fabric of the underwear they were wearing.
The final pieces of equipment had been packed away by the crew and as the sun set the fitness models became tired and cold. They made their way to an RV and proceeded to pile in. A rather gorgeous musclebound blonde climbed in the driver’s seat and the RV began to drive off through the trees.
Jockripper had made sure that his hot prey wouldn’t escape; he had sabotaged the fuel so that the RV would soon breakdown. Mobile phone signal was non-existent this high up in the mountains and the young sluts wouldn’t get far.
Jockripper was a sight to behold. At 7Ft he was a giant of a man, strong as a bull and although he was covered in layer upon layer of hairy flab, he was surprisingly nimble. His hair was long, lank and greasy. He had fashioned claws out of razor blades and had also modified his teeth with metal so that they resembled rows of fangs. His eyes were a sickening yellow colour and his face was badly scarred and burnt. He wore blood stained butchers overalls and carried a number of murderous utensils in his tool belt. Jockripper more often than not wore a mask which he had fashioned from a pigs head just to add to the additional hideousness of his appearance.
This is what Jockripper lived for, slaughtering perfect bodied hunks. His motive was unclear he just knew he hated men, especially young men, with large muscular bodies and handsome faces. He had to destroy the arrogant cunts and he had grown to do so in incredibly inventive and violent ways. Jockripper was highly intelligent and had developed his first science lab in an underground location deep in the mountains. He would often hunt the woods, lakes and mountains which attracted no end of tourists, college kids and sport nuts from the nearby towns. He would bring his victims back to his lab and destroy them.
His plan for these helpless muscle sluts in the RV was no different. He saw the RV come to a halt and wasted no time in proceeding with his grisly plan.
Jockripper threw a canister through the open window of the RV, he waited 1 minute as the studs inside the van choked and before being promptly knocked unconscious. The muscle sluts would be easier to move if they were unconscious and wouldn’t put up a fight. Jockripper brought his truck around to the side of the van and began to move each hunk of beef one by one. Once his precious cargo was loaded up he took the handbrake off the RV and rolled it off the side road and down a large ravine.
Jockripper had managed to stuff his prey in various parts of his sprawling underground lab. He strapped some studs to the walls with manacles, others were bound in chains whilst some were strapped to tables or chairs. Jockripper had selected the beefy blonde bull driving the RV as the first victim but would wait until he regained consciousness before starting with his slaughter.
Steven
Steven was a big blonde muscle god. His body was enormous and powerful. Jockripper watched as the young slut came too, his big golden muscles struggling against the chains which bound him to the table. Steven wasn’t the only one who was waking. All around the room the young fitness models were waking up and had begun screaming and shouting into the ball gags Jockripper had stuffed in their mouths.
Jockripper was going to make this slut pay for being so god damn big and beefy. He was going to destroy the golden muscle bull in front of him, who was struggling helplessly against the thick metal chains which bound him to the table. Jockripper stepped out of the shadow and picked up his weapon of choice. Jockripper had made sure that the other hunks would be able to witness the carnage which was about to take place.
Steven screamed loudly, he wasn’t gagged like the rest. When he saw Jockripper approach the table from the shadows he screamed again and thrashed even more wildly. His massive muscletits heaved and his abs glistened with sweat. His large biceps flexed as he tried to pull himself free. The huge, golden, stallion legs wobbled and the massive, meaty, underwear clad package bulged between his legs. Steven’s handsome face was turning red from screaming for help.
Jockripper had opted for the piggie mask and was snorting like a pig as he approached the young muscle stud. Jockripper held up his weapon of choice and revved it into life.
The circular saw spun into action, the razor sharp teeth of the saw buzzing into life.
Steven’s baby blue eyes were wide in fear and almost bulging out of his skull.
“DIE YOU FUCKING MUSCLE CUNT OINK OINK OINK”
Jockripper brought the blade crashing down into the golden flesh of Steven’s right thigh. The blades cut through the muscular flesh like a knife through butter; the razor sharp teeth mangling his perfect stallion leg. Steven screamed in agony as the blades ripped through his body, blood poured from the wound and his muscular leg detached from his perfect body. Jockripper wasted no time; he raised the circular saw and brought it crashing down again, this time straight through the huge golden bicep of his left arm. The huge golden muscular arms exploded scattering chunks of muscle all over the floor. The golden stud was screaming at the top of his lungs as blood squirted from his body, the stump where his right leg used to be pouring with blood, as was his mangled left arm. Jockripper picked up the dismembered body parts and attached them grotesquely to hooks attached to the ceiling. He pulled a hammer from his toolbelt and smashed it into Steve’s handsome face as he screamed. Jockripper brought it crashing down repeatedly smashing his nose into his skull, teeth flew from his mouth his baby blue eyes exploding in their sockets.
The jockripper admired Steven’s muscular torso which although plastered in his blood, remained untouched. He brought the circular saw level with the heaving underwear and violently thrust it forward at full speed, letting the blades rip through heaving fabric of his underwear and into the massive stallion cock. Chunks of meat sprayed around the room splashing the hunks strapped to the walls. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing some of them had passed out whilst others were screaming blue murder into their gags, knowing that they awaited the same fate.
Jockripper dragged the circular saw up through Steven’s rippling abs which sprayed blood and guts even further around the room. Steven was well and truly dead by this point, but Jockripper needed to destroy those pecs. He placed the circular saw to one side, pulled out a hunting knife and cut into the huge round pecs, yanking the huge golden steaks from his body. Jockripper raised them up to his eye line and admired the meat. He looked ferociously around the room at the bound hunks. He walked over to another bound hunk with two star tattoos on his massive pecs. He ripped the gag out of his mouth, spat in the handsome hunks face and stuffed both meaty pecs in his mouth forcing him to eat Steven.
The Jockripper had picked his next torture toy.
The seven gorgeous young fitness models splashed playfully on the shores of the lake, the photoshoot had just wrapped and the crew were packing up for the day. The muscular young hunks had incredible bodies and the warm water made them glisten in the setting sun, they were putting on quite a show, a show which had not gone unnoticed by the Jockripper.
The Jockripper watched from the tree line as the dumb muscle-cunts laughed and joked. He watched as their young, perfectly sculpted bodies flexed and how their huge heaving cocks strained against the tight fabric of the underwear they were wearing.
The final pieces of equipment had been packed away by the crew and as the sun set the fitness models became tired and cold. They made their way to an RV and proceeded to pile in. A rather gorgeous musclebound blonde climbed in the driver’s seat and the RV began to drive off through the trees.
Jockripper had made sure that his hot prey wouldn’t escape; he had sabotaged the fuel so that the RV would soon breakdown. Mobile phone signal was non-existent this high up in the mountains and the young sluts wouldn’t get far.
Jockripper was a sight to behold. At 7Ft he was a giant of a man, strong as a bull and although he was covered in layer upon layer of hairy flab, he was surprisingly nimble. His hair was long, lank and greasy. He had fashioned claws out of razor blades and had also modified his teeth with metal so that they resembled rows of fangs. His eyes were a sickening yellow colour and his face was badly scarred and burnt. He wore blood stained butchers overalls and carried a number of murderous utensils in his tool belt. Jockripper more often than not wore a mask which he had fashioned from a pigs head just to add to the additional hideousness of his appearance.
This is what Jockripper lived for, slaughtering perfect bodied hunks. His motive was unclear he just knew he hated men, especially young men, with large muscular bodies and handsome faces. He had to destroy the arrogant cunts and he had grown to do so in incredibly inventive and violent ways. Jockripper was highly intelligent and had developed his first science lab in an underground location deep in the mountains. He would often hunt the woods, lakes and mountains which attracted no end of tourists, college kids and sport nuts from the nearby towns. He would bring his victims back to his lab and destroy them.
His plan for these helpless muscle sluts in the RV was no different. He saw the RV come to a halt and wasted no time in proceeding with his grisly plan.
Jockripper threw a canister through the open window of the RV, he waited 1 minute as the studs inside the van choked and before being promptly knocked unconscious. The muscle sluts would be easier to move if they were unconscious and wouldn’t put up a fight. Jockripper brought his truck around to the side of the van and began to move each hunk of beef one by one. Once his precious cargo was loaded up he took the handbrake off the RV and rolled it off the side road and down a large ravine.
Jockripper had managed to stuff his prey in various parts of his sprawling underground lab. He strapped some studs to the walls with manacles, others were bound in chains whilst some were strapped to tables or chairs. Jockripper had selected the beefy blonde bull driving the RV as the first victim but would wait until he regained consciousness before starting with his slaughter.
Steven
Steven was a big blonde muscle god. His body was enormous and powerful. Jockripper watched as the young slut came too, his big golden muscles struggling against the chains which bound him to the table. Steven wasn’t the only one who was waking. All around the room the young fitness models were waking up and had begun screaming and shouting into the ball gags Jockripper had stuffed in their mouths.
Jockripper was going to make this slut pay for being so god damn big and beefy. He was going to destroy the golden muscle bull in front of him, who was struggling helplessly against the thick metal chains which bound him to the table. Jockripper stepped out of the shadow and picked up his weapon of choice. Jockripper had made sure that the other hunks would be able to witness the carnage which was about to take place.
Steven screamed loudly, he wasn’t gagged like the rest. When he saw Jockripper approach the table from the shadows he screamed again and thrashed even more wildly. His massive muscletits heaved and his abs glistened with sweat. His large biceps flexed as he tried to pull himself free. The huge, golden, stallion legs wobbled and the massive, meaty, underwear clad package bulged between his legs. Steven’s handsome face was turning red from screaming for help.
Jockripper had opted for the piggie mask and was snorting like a pig as he approached the young muscle stud. Jockripper held up his weapon of choice and revved it into life.
The circular saw spun into action, the razor sharp teeth of the saw buzzing into life.
Steven’s baby blue eyes were wide in fear and almost bulging out of his skull.
“DIE YOU FUCKING MUSCLE CUNT OINK OINK OINK”
Jockripper brought the blade crashing down into the golden flesh of Steven’s right thigh. The blades cut through the muscular flesh like a knife through butter; the razor sharp teeth mangling his perfect stallion leg. Steven screamed in agony as the blades ripped through his body, blood poured from the wound and his muscular leg detached from his perfect body. Jockripper wasted no time; he raised the circular saw and brought it crashing down again, this time straight through the huge golden bicep of his left arm. The huge golden muscular arms exploded scattering chunks of muscle all over the floor. The golden stud was screaming at the top of his lungs as blood squirted from his body, the stump where his right leg used to be pouring with blood, as was his mangled left arm. Jockripper picked up the dismembered body parts and attached them grotesquely to hooks attached to the ceiling. He pulled a hammer from his toolbelt and smashed it into Steve’s handsome face as he screamed. Jockripper brought it crashing down repeatedly smashing his nose into his skull, teeth flew from his mouth his baby blue eyes exploding in their sockets.
The jockripper admired Steven’s muscular torso which although plastered in his blood, remained untouched. He brought the circular saw level with the heaving underwear and violently thrust it forward at full speed, letting the blades rip through heaving fabric of his underwear and into the massive stallion cock. Chunks of meat sprayed around the room splashing the hunks strapped to the walls. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing some of them had passed out whilst others were screaming blue murder into their gags, knowing that they awaited the same fate.
Jockripper dragged the circular saw up through Steven’s rippling abs which sprayed blood and guts even further around the room. Steven was well and truly dead by this point, but Jockripper needed to destroy those pecs. He placed the circular saw to one side, pulled out a hunting knife and cut into the huge round pecs, yanking the huge golden steaks from his body. Jockripper raised them up to his eye line and admired the meat. He looked ferociously around the room at the bound hunks. He walked over to another bound hunk with two star tattoos on his massive pecs. He ripped the gag out of his mouth, spat in the handsome hunks face and stuffed both meaty pecs in his mouth forcing him to eat Steven.
The Jockripper had picked his next torture toy.
