What would you do to this blonde hunk?

[madriver]

He'd be good for a Memorial Day barbecue!

 

[Studslasher]

I found a video of this hunk on webcam. Shaking his slutty bubble ass round on camera:

http://www.gayforit.eu/video/280808/Serge-cam

 

[Studslasher]

I am currently working on ideas for my next instalments of the 'Camp Muscle Pines: Jock Massacre' story and I'm thinking of including this blonde slut as a hot Russian muscle jock backpacking through the woods. How would you like to see meatgrinder finish him? Any ideas welcome but I was thinking something the along the lines of brutal, creative and slow. ;-)

Here is another link to him being a filthy muscle cunt on camera:

http://www.xvideos.com/video8688037/serge_henir_modelo_russo_full_video

 

[Studslasher]

Link to the story page here:

http://cutedeadguys.net/threads/40530-Camp-Muscle-Pines-Jock-Massacre

 

[tite]

muscular man is disgusting !!!!!!!!!!!

 

[demon007]

I have read the chapters on the tumblr and eagerly awaiting the next installment.. I cannot wait to see Ross' demise... I think Serge is impressive though.. As a cardiophile I really WANT his heart.. Id love him to punch through serge's chest and rip it from his body eating it infront of him as he dies or reaching in and crushing it with his fist... Looking right into his bright blue eyes as he dies

 

[library]

I would drug him first , then begin playing with him. Suck those great pecs, tie his arms above his head, suck his balls and cock, put his legs over my shoulder then turn him over.

 

[mim102]

I am currently working on ideas for my next instalments of the 'Camp Muscle Pines: Jock Massacre' story and I'm thinking of including this blonde slut as a hot Russian muscle jock backpacking through the woods. How would you like to see meatgrinder finish him? Any ideas welcome but I was thinking something the along the lines of brutal, creative and slow. ;-)

Here is another link to him being a filthy muscle cunt on camera:

http://www.xvideos.com/video8688037/serge_henir_modelo_russo_full_video

His body would be perfect steaks for Meatgrinder.
Meatgrinder should destroy the muscle cunt's head, then cut apart the muscular body and keep the parts as steak to eat. Special attention should also be paid to the slut's cock and balls.

 

[callmecaleb]

Serge is about the most beautiful, sexy man I've ever seen. If anyone deserves to flaunt his body, he does. I couldn't begrudge him all his posturing in his videos. He could have been a model for Michelangelo's David. But whereas Michelangelo began with a mass of marble and lovingly sculpted his ideal beauty, I would take Serge and reverse the process. Two or three days of loving destruction in my playroom, ecstatic fulfillment of my fantasies. The mind reels at the possibilities.

 

[maleheadhunter]

I would drug him...when he wakes up in a bed in my house..He has had his arms and legs surgically removed. They are sitting near the bed where he can see them..his mouth would open to scream as he realizes what has been done to him. I would show him a freshly decapitated handsome head I just finished playing with...Let the shock and horror of what is happening register....When ready, I would remove him from the bed..his stumps sutured and still bleeding a little...lay him down face up and lock him into the guillotine...stroke his hard cock, as it would be from the shock of what his nightmare is...as he starts to cum...strike off that handsome head...then pick it up, hopefully he is alive still long enough to see his limbless beheaded body jerking in ecxtasy still....then my fun begins with my new trophy..

 

[Studslasher]

This prime piece of blonde muscle beef celebrates his 25th Birthday today! Let's celebrate this hot slut by fantasising about how we could slaughter the muscle whore and bring an end to such a perfect specimen.

 

[Ritchie]

stab in this wonderful chest.....and then....

 

[Studslasher]

Just after the camera stopped rolling I quietly opened the door and placed a chloroform rag over Serge's sexy face. He was so confused by what was happening as he was mid workout, there was no struggle and he was quickly out like a light.

When the filthy muscle cunt came round he found that his perfect body was bound with metal chains to a wooden butchers block, a ball gag was placed in his mouth and he looked desperately around for help. I approached the table dressed only in my butcher's overalls and a Michael Myers type mask over my face. Serge let out a small cry for help and then flexed his massive muscles against the chains. His big baby blue eyes darted around the room frantically trying to find a way to escape, sweat started to bead down his face.

Only minutes ago Serge had been streaming his birthday workout to his thousands of fans, live online. The plan was for the musclebound blonde model to re-launch his website with an exclusive, reverting back to his porn webcam days and to put on a hot show. He had picked out the sluttiest smallest shorts he could find emphasising his perfect, muscular, smooth thighs. The stepper machine allowed his succulent thighs to rub and grind together as he performed a cock teasing workout. Serge had worked hard on his body on the run up to his birthday extravaganza and the blonde god had packed on even more perfect muscle. His huge pecs had strained against the tight blue tank top and his arms muscles had bulged as he pulled the workout cords. Now these huge muscles were completely defenceless and the filthy webcam musclecunt was left exposed.

I turn to the camera and flick a switch, a number of red lights around the room ping on and the spot lights over the bound hunk shine bright. I announce to the watching audience at home "NOW IT IS TIME... TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, FOR SO LONG. YOU HAVE WATCHED THIS DIRTY MUSCLE CUNT FLAUNT HIS BODY, POUT AT THE CAMERA, SPREAD THOSE HUGE BUBBLE ASS CHEECKS, PUMP HIS MUSCLES AND STROKE HIS COCK! IT IS NOW TIME TO PUT AN END TO THE TEASING AND GIVE YOU WHAT YOU HAVE WANTED FOR SO LONG.....TO SEE THIS FILTHY MUSCLE SLUT FUCKED AND DESTROYED!"

Thousands of messages of approval poured in from around the globe. I flick another switch and videos are projected onto a screen in the background of Serge's erotic webcam shows - The cumshots, the tight blue hoody he wears extenuating hisbulging pecs and biceps, the reveal of the perfect bubble ass, the way Serge grinded his body up and down the bed, the smug, pouting handsome face - they are all displayed in the background as the torture begins.

Serge had heard what you had said but he didn't understand much English. The dumb Russian cunt struggled again, against the chains with no luck. His eyes had adjusted to the room and he could see the cameras and his porn films being played in the background, he then noticed a number of utensils, a hammer, hook, chisel, circular saw, filleting knives, meat cleavers, saws. He could also make out ham slicing machines, a large industrial oven and a mincer.

Serge thrashed his muscular frame against the chains and screamed into the ball gag.

I approach him slowly with a carving knife in my hand. With my other free hand I reach out and knead the large tatooed right pec. The huge muscle is firm but as I stoke and knead it harder it softens and then flexes as Serge struggles. I find his perfect nipple and tease it through his tank top. I grip it hard between two fingers and slowly twist, all the time increasing the pressure. Serge's face contorts in pain and I rip the ball gag from his mouth. He scream in Russian a number of expletives and then screams for help. I yank his nipple even harder, hard enough to cause brusing. He screams even louder and spits in my face. I slap the arrogant cunt across the face. I wont forget that.

I dangle the knife over his face and hold the blade up close to his baby blue eyes. I then quickly drag the blade down to the crevice between his mammoth 25 year old pecs. Serge screams again pleading for help, he screams in pigeon English "Please NO!" over and over and over gain. I let the knife slip under the tank top and allow the razor sharp blade rip through the bulging blue material. I shred the tight tank top clean off his body and rip it violently from Serge's muscles. The perfect young muscle tits and chiselled, rippling abdominals are exposed. The chains are strapped tight just below the pecs and they bulge over the top of the thick metal links as Serge continues to struggle. I leave the slutty shorts for now as they show off the massive thighs well and the succulent cock which we have seen so many times before bulges and lunges forward with each struggle.

I drag the sharp tip of the knife over and along Serge's body, each muscular peak and crag of his body is explored. I drag the blade over his abs and up to his pecs, I let the blade play over the blonde slut's nipples and then drag it back down to the bulging cock.

I decide that playtime is over and proceed with the real fun. Serge is now sweating and his musclebound golden body is glistening in the spotlights. I pull hard again on his right nipple and twist, as I do so, I reach for the filleting knife tucked in my belt. In seconds I place the blade under the right tattooed pec, just where the magnificent muscle jute over the strained chains. I sink the knife into the tanned flesh and begin to fillet the large steak. The whole thing is captured on camera and being streamed to the world. Serge is screaming like an injured pig and thrashing against the chains. I remain calm and with expert hands I slice deeper in the heaving pectoral and cut the gorgeous meat from his body. The tattoo probably says something inspirational but I don't care and throw the pec steak into a sizzling frying pan. The tattoo is seared by the oil and the tanned succulent meat is cooked. I have no intention of eating the meat yet, but want Serge to smell how delicious his beefy body is. The blonde god has passed out in shock. I remove a red hot cattle prod and sear the bleeding wound to prevent the stud from bleeding out. After cooking the steak for 3 minutes on either side I remove it from the frying pan and leave it to rest. I pull smelling salts out of my tool kit and waft under Serge's nose. It is time for the torture to continue....

 

[xjnisch]

Whole-roasted, with apple in his mouth, served on a plate garnished with salad.

 

[callmecaleb]

It is time for the torture to continue....

The world is still waiting...

 

[Studslasher]

Posted here before tumblr...still more torturing to go...

Serge slowly comes to. His gorgeous face wincing in pain. He opens his eyes and immediately looks down at his chest. He screams at the top of his lungs as he looks down to see one of his huge, hulking golden pecs has been removed. He now only has one magnificent golden pec (for the moment) which sits next to the charred, bloody crevasse where the big muscle tit used to be. Serge thrashes around in the chains screaming and swearing in Russian.

I look down into his face and pull the plate of fried pec meat into view. The golden tattooed steak, sits large and juicy on the plate. The smell is amazing and wafts around the room. Drool falls out of my mouth, as I desperately want to eat the delicious jock meat myself but instead, I am going to feed this arrogant muscle-cunt his own delicious jock pumped flesh.

Just before I stuff the huge golden muscle in his cum-guzzling mouth I make out what his meaningful tattoo reads:

"The world we know
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't bleed us again"

How ironic. I laugh manically and read the tattooed writing out loud, mocking the arrogant, defenceless muscle slut.

"The world you know is over you dirty whore and is going to be a distant fucking memory. Time is running out and your hot, slutty muscular life will bleed and bleed until I fucking say so"


I grab the juicy steak in my hand and without any hesitation I slap the humongous pumped pec onto Serge’s screaming face. I let the meat slather all over his face, the cooked jock juice stinging his baby blue eyes and leaving a trail of grease all over his handsome, tanned, chiselled face. I violently pinch his nose as he continues to scream. He is thrashing about that much that I twist the nose and break it. Blood starts to pour down his face and into his screaming mouth. I pinch his nose harder, forcing serge to breath through his mouth. As soon as he flashes the pearly white teeth I ram his severed muscle-tit into his screaming mouth. I ram all of the juicy golden pec in there and watch as Serge's face starts to turn red as he chokes on his massive pectoral. I am still pinching his broken nose and he has no option but to start chewing his own meat. The blonde god, feasts on his own delicious meat. As I pinch his nose with one hand and watch him chew. I take me free hand and reach down to his bulging slutty shorts and start to fondle his big Russian cock. I violently rub his thick cock through the shorts. Serge being the hot muscle slut he is, starts to get hard regardless of the situation. As he digested his own delicious meat I rub his big dick until it is fully erect, pre-cum leaks out of his thick young manhood splashing on to the inside of his shorts. I then ball my fist and aggressively beat him in the groin repeatedly causing him to scream in agony and spit chunks of pec meat all over his face.

Serge screams in agony as I tenderise his throbbing manhood, making sure I smash his big cum filled baby makers with my fist. I command to the defenceless muscle cunt

"I am not going to stop until that slutty muscle tit is gone, now FUCKING EAT IT you stupid fuck"

Tears stream down his face mixing with the part crusty, part runny blood from his nose. Snot bubbles out of part of the broken orifice. The blonde muscle-god isn't looking so hot anymore. I continue to beat his cock whilst reaching up and ramming the escaping muscle meat stuffed into his mouth.

After 10 minutes of torturing Serge's cock, he finally gulps down the last remnants of his massive muscular jock pec. All the succulent meat is being digested in his stomach, nestled under his rippling abdominals. The juicy, tanned, jiggling pec has been destroyed. Serge had loved his pecs; loved them enough to eat one. There is still one big beefy muscle-tit left, and it won't be escaping lightly.

I wet a rag and wipe the blood from Serge's lips and face. I stop the bleeding from his broken nose and clean him up a little. The dumb fuck still looks absolutely gorgeous. Serge has started to realise that there is no escape, and the thrashing to free himself has died off for now.

I stand back and admire his huge, beefy, Russian muscles. Serge's body is packed with succulent golden muscle meat. Round, pumped muscles bulge in all the right places. The golden, muscular, horse race thighs that had been grinding together in the workout video just half an hour ago looked delectable. The tight skimpy workout shorts heaved with Serge's big Russian cock. The tight material also clung to his bulbous golden ass cheeks the filthy muscle-cunt had flaunted online so often.

Thick metal chains bound serge to the wooden block, and draped over his golden, rippling abdominals. His one remaining juicy pectoral heaved up and down. Whilst the huge, powerful, tanned arms were bound to his side by the chains. The defenceless hunk-slut looked around the room, desperately trying to find a means of escape. The beautiful blue eyes were frantic, his big pouting lips were quivering, chunks of pec steak stuck in his pearly white teeth. The degraded blonde god was a fucking cum worthy site. The arrogant cunt was going to fucking die but not before suffering even more.

I walk over to the side table and pull out a device keeping it from Serge's line of sight. I plug it in at the wall and lift the equipment up and show the cameras what I am about to use on the pumped blonde slut. I slowly turn and laugh manically as I switch on the electric belt sander. The whirring rough belt grinds into action. For the moment I leave it on a low setting as I approach a screaming serge.

The good for nothing cum-whore finds a new lease of life and thrashes around on the wooden block. He still thinks he can save his worthless muscle meat. I stare intently at the humongous, golden, muscular legs. The skin tight shorts emphasise the tanned, smooth curves, they are bound together like two fine pieces of prime golden beef.

As I reach the blonde God, I give the big stallion legs a slap and laugh again. I tease his perfect body as he continues to scream at the top of his lungs. I hover the belt sander over his chiselled abs, before moving it up to his handsome face. I let the baby blue eyes take in the rough edges of the belt as it rotates before quickly moving to my intended target.

I have plans for both meaty hams so decide to use the sander on the succulent left leg. I admire the young, tight tanned flesh of the huge left thigh and then lower the sander on to it. I hold it with both hands as I drag the violent belt up and down the horse race thigh. The sander rips and shreds the gorgeous tanned flesh of the huge muscular thigh. I watch the golden skin ripped clean off the dirty webcam cunt, he screams at the top of his lungs repeating the word "NO" over and over, serge squeals like a muscle pig. I work the sander up and down making sure to get the calf muscle. The once beautiful thigh is red raw and in places the skin has broken and the leg starts to bleed. I throw the sander to the side and pull out a shaker of salt and rub it into the wounded leg.

I bask in the shrieks of agony that follow and I know the audience is loving every second.

Tears stream down the cock whores face and he whimpers in pain. He looks down at his once perfect thigh. The huge muscles are exposed and bloody. The golden flesh is gone and all that remains is an ugly raw piece of meat. His right leg In contrast to the skinned thigh is perfect and succulent.

Drool drips from my mouth as I stare at the untouched beefy thigh. I walk over to my work bench and make no attempt to hide what I pick up. I will need to work fast to prevent the hot slut from bleeding out.

I carry the circular saw over to the workbench and rev it into life. The shiny metal blades rotate at speed and menace the defenceless musclebound jock as he writhes in agony and fear once again.

He is screaming like a stupid bitch "NO NO NO NO...please...why...why...WHY?"

His pigeon English is peppered with Russian.

I spit in the dumb sluts face, not a clear spit but a thick slimy strand of green spit, right between the eyes. I remember that he spat in my face earlier the big macho cunt, actually thought he had a chance to escape back then, with all those bulging strong muscles. I remember and play over the cocky Russian slut spitting in my face. Justice needs to be served before I continue butchering his legs.

I put the circular saw down for the moment and bring my toolbox to the chopping block.

As I open it up,I pull out scissors, a chisel, hammer, pliers and a small Stanley knife, making sure Serge can see my tools.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN SPIT ON ME YOU BIG DUMB FUCK? WHO THE FUCK DO TOU THINK YOU ARE? I AM GOING TO FUCK UP THAT PRETTY FUCKING FACE OF YOURS YOU PIECE OF SHIT"

I grab the blonde hair and force Serge's head to look at the projected images and webcam porn of him on the walls

"LOOK AT YOU! YOU FUCKING ARROGANT TWAT, DID YOU THINK YOU COULD GO SHOW OFF YOUR BODY LIKE THAT WITHOUT THERE BEING CONSEQUENCES? MORE FUCKING MUSCLES THAN SENSE. NOW YOU ARE GOING TO FEEL REAL PAIN! YOU THOUGHT A BROKEN NOSE WAS BAD!"

I laugh manically and pull out my other tool, all 13inches. Serge looks pleadingly up at me; I don't fucking care and I start to piss all over his face. The yellow stream of urine splashes all over his gorgeous face.

The dumb slut screams at the top of his lungs instead of trying to keep his mouth shut. My thick stream of piss lands in his open mouth splashing over his pearly white teeth and down his throat. Serge chokes and splutters as he screams. The red hot piss sloshing down his cunt mouth....

 

[callmecaleb]

Hey Hot Studslasher! You are transforming one of God's most magnificent creations into your magnificent creation. Go slow, man. He's too beautiful to waste quickly. You didn't get to eat his pec steak. I would have at least taken a bite before offering it to Serge. Greedy boy ate the whole thing and you got nothing. Don't let that happen again. And don't get so wrapped up in the destruction of beauty that you forget to savor him. When I first saw Serge last year, I knew he would be a tasty treat. Now I wish I could be there with you to enjoy his man flesh.

 

[Tsarevich51]

Serge has sculpted his body to such perfection of beauty ideal that deserve to be preserved for humanity. I'd chloroform him, than awaken him with chain tightly bound around his extremities. I'd explain him carefully my plan to end his life so that our future generation can inherit the beautifully sculpted body of him. He is frightened to the idea of approaching death, said that he still want to live, that he still has so much to look forward to in this life, but I'd soothe him and politely ask him to be cooperative in the procedure that will render his life away. He started to think of his family, friend, all the efforts he had put to build that body, all in vain. Tears start running down from his eyes. I hugged him and consoled him "Don't worry, it won't be that painful, I promise." I draw near to him the rope that is going to end his life, and positioned him upright. As I put the string around his neck, I whispered to him, pleading him to give a beautiful expression of face so that it rest that way for eternity once the force of life leave his body and he no longer has control over his muscle and nerve. His face looked down, eyes still weepy, but nevertheless he regained enough strength to look at me and say with a grin of hopelessness "You ... are sick!". His eyes are too dry to let anymore tear flow. At one part, the impending death seem to be unfathomable for him, the shock and denial is too intense. At the other hand his manlihood has instinctively tell him to withstand his fate with dignity. I begin arranging the rope to the makeshift portable garroting mechanism that I had prepared, kiss him in the ear and say "goodbye, Serge. Forgive me will you?". He stare emptily forward and say with a very soft voice "... go ahead". I then rolled the gear, the rope pressed his muscular neck so tightly, and I stopped just at the point where it is tight enough, but not that tight so that there is enough time during his journey to death to activate his manlihood, a slow strangulating death. He started to choke, and I hugged him while his body twitch, caressing his back, and say "hold on, man, it won'tbe that long". His muscular chest begin to heave, struggling for the non-existent air, feet straining hard the manacles, all his body seem to fight unconsciously for life, but even that his physioloy deny him consciousness, he seem to try to stay dignified in his facial expression, emitting a sign of acceptance of his sorrowful end of exixstence in this fleeting world. His body shook heavily under the constraint of the chains and in a moment of magic, his shoulder start going limp, a swelling mass begin to overwhelm the small space that his underwear reserves for him. His eyes started to somehow to say that life has given up this man, emitting a flim light of the last moment of one's life. But he's still there, the beautifully sculpted adonis body of Serge is still there. He looked forward with his mouth agape, betraying the pain he must endure during the last moment of his life. But yet, even without life, his face still retain its charm of handsomeness. Liquid start pouring down from his crotch, and a distinctive odor and stain start to surge from his derriere, the rest of nourrishment that once has travelled through his gut now escaped the exquisite adonis body that it once supplied, a vestige of his human nature, hidden beneath his angelic look. His pride had given him strength to maintain his dignified facial expression in spite of the pain of death, yet he cannot help with the loss of control of his bodily function. I caressed his face. "Thanks Serge, you was wonderful." I released his remain from the chain, clean his body from his unavoidable humanly excrements, and placed him in a below freezing glass coffin, preserving his youthful beauty for eternity ...

 

[callmecaleb]

Tsarevich, you are a kind and compassionate killer. I could not come close. Serge's death at my hands will be slow and painful and ultimately messy. My knife, my fist, my teeth. His flawless white skin will run with crimson. His immaculately sculpted muscles slowly reduced to gore. My belly will fill with his prime meat. We both agree Serge must die, Tsarevich, but approach him with different goals. You will kill to preserve his beauty for eternity. I will kill him to satisfy my sexual passion and his youthful beauty will be preserved only in my memory. To each his own.

 

[metalmachine]

I would transform to him in corpse