A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
You attempt to sit up to pull yourself out of the tent and after Mike, but it is useless. The pain in your once powerful, muscular legs is just too great and you collapse back onto the sleeping bag. You stare through the shredded tent walls. Blood is splattered all around the tent and bits of Mike's flesh dangle from the rips and tears.
You hear Mike screaming "NOOO HELPPP ME,PLEASE!!!!! NOOOO MY BODY, HELP ME"
You are hopeless, your perfect muscle stud lover is going to meet his grisly fate. You can hear him screaming louder and louder. Wet squelching and grinding noises can be heard.
AGGHHHHH MY FUCKING COCK, MY BEAUTIFUL BIG COCK NOOOO!HELP HELP HELP ME! MY PERFECT BODY. MY FUCKING ASS, IT'S EATING MY BIG BUBBLE ASS"
The screams stop and there is silence. However The Grinding and slurping continues as the alien eats the rest of that magnificently pumped, stallion jock.
Through the gaps in the tent walls you are alerted to a movement. You think it's more tentacles however you soon realise that you are wrong.
Standing in the entrance to the tent is The Butcher. His overalls are a disgusting brown colour and are covered in crusted blood. He is a huge hulking figure about 280pounds of disfigured man. His face twisted and hideous no longer human. Brown saliva oozes out of his mouth.
He reaches into the tent, past your oozing pus covered legs. A thick loop of rope is placed over your head and around your thick muscular neck. You desperately try to fight him off with your muscle bound upper body. Your biceps flex and grip at the rope around your neck as you try and free yourself. Your chest heaves up and down in a frenzy. Your hot chiseled abdominals flex and glisten as you twist and turn to free yourself.
The Butcher is strong and yanks the rope and drags you out of the ruined tent. The rope chokes your neck and turns your face a beetroot purple. Your hideously deformed legs drag along the forest floor. You notice a dozen tentacles are watching you being dragged away. They know not to follow you, as the butcher has claimed his prize.
You pass out briefly
You are woken to a high pitched whirring sound. You open your eyes and just inches from your face are the rotating blades of a circular saw. The butcher grins wickedly. You can't move your body at all your arms are strapped above your head to the top of a wooden butchers block. You are his big slab of meat ready for slaughter. You Are led on your back. Your huge biceps are flexing.
The butcher hovers the shredding blades of the circular saw just inches from your body. Over your pecs. Moving down to your abs, then back up to your arms. He then moves back down and let's the blade roar above your mammoth 14" dick. You are screaming for him to let you go.
"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS LET ME GO"
The butcher brings the circular saw down on one of you mutilated legs. He cuts through the rotting flesh and then proceeds with the other. A small top part of your thighs remains in tact and you can see the start of what were once huge, curved, golden stallion legs, your large muscular bubble ass also remains in tact. The stumps though are bloody and squirt hot thick syrup like blood off the edge of the wooden block. The butcher pulls a fiery hot crowbar out of the nearby stove and cauterises your wounds. It is a painful and sloppy job, but it stops you bleeding out.
You are now ready for the next part of the torture.
The butcher flicks the switch of a large metalic machine. It has a top feeder and a nozzle that kind of looks like an extra large shower head. The whirring noise of internal blades as they start to rotate echoes around the room. The butcher pulls out of a drawer his largest meat cleaver and without any hesitation brings it crashing down into one of your bulging thick biceps. You scream as the steel blade cuts into your perfect muscle. Blood squirts all over the block as the butcher fillets the round golden muscles off your arm.
He holds the beautiful huge muscle in his hands, he licks your face covering you in brown saliva. He the. Tosses the meaty fillet into the machine. The squelch of your perfect muscles is the only noise you can hear. Meat is then forced out of the shower head in individual small strands of mince. Your perfect body is going to be turned into minced dog food.
He butcher hacks and slashes into your body. He pulls out a large slicing knife and swiftly cuts through one of your enormous, round, golden pecs. He removes the hot pumped stakes biting off one of the perfect nipples before adding them to the machine. Blood spurts out of the top of the steel contraption as your pec stakes are pulverised and minced.
You look down at your mutilated body. Your pecs are gone leaving great big bloody holes in the top of your chest. You are struggling to breathe. Your powerful shoulders and ripped arms are twisted And savaged. As you breathe your eight pack abs rise and fall. Each rippling golden mound is glistening with thick sticky blood.
The butcher cuts around your defined abs. He's going to take the whole set and destroy them in the mincer. All of your hard work at the gym is about to be ripped off your torso. The metal blade slices through your flesh. Spilling more blood onto the floor. The knife cuts around your body, through your apollos belt and back up to just below where your pecs once were. The butcher lifts and rips the golden abs clean off your body.
The whole time you are screaming at the top of your lungs. Just wanting this hell to end. Your abs are shredded and ripped apart by the machine. Tearing them into bloody hunks and forcing them into individual strands.
The butcher grips your mammoth dick and goose egg balls and slices them clean off your body. Your big prize fuck pole destroyed. Blood squirts out of the stump you are drenched in blood. Your guts have started to ooze slowly out of your body. The butcher rips the big purple cock head off your severed penis and eats it raw. He then crushes the remaining endowment with his bare hands. Before finally throwing in the machine.
Barely alive now, you look at the butcher he removes his overalls and pulls out his gargantuan mouldy looking cock. He reaches down and pulls your lower intestines out of your body. He wraps them around your thick muscular neck and starts to choke you. He bends you over the butcher block; spreads your golden ass cheeks and begins to rape your ass. His cock stretches your asshole wide and rips it open. His cock shoots through your desecrated stomache and mixes with the oozing guts. He violently fucks you harder and harder. The intestines are so tight round your neck they distort you handsome Abercrombie and Fitch face. He grips the back of your hair and smashes your gorgeous face into the corner edge of the butcher block. Your nose breaks, pearly white teeth are knocked clean out and break. Your beautiful eyes come loose of the sockets and dangle down your face. The butcher fucks harder and on each thrust he slams your head into the block. Your face caves in and brains and bloody pulp litter the ground. The butcher erupts thick green sperm inside your guts. He then rips the golden glutes of your ass off as though they were orange segments and throws them in the machine. Pulverising the remains of your once sculpted hot jock body.
Absolutely spent the butcher throws your remains out of the back door, to the patiently waiting tentacles who drag your remains away and feast on your leftovers.
You hear Mike screaming "NOOO HELPPP ME,PLEASE!!!!! NOOOO MY BODY, HELP ME"
You are hopeless, your perfect muscle stud lover is going to meet his grisly fate. You can hear him screaming louder and louder. Wet squelching and grinding noises can be heard.
AGGHHHHH MY FUCKING COCK, MY BEAUTIFUL BIG COCK NOOOO!HELP HELP HELP ME! MY PERFECT BODY. MY FUCKING ASS, IT'S EATING MY BIG BUBBLE ASS"
The screams stop and there is silence. However The Grinding and slurping continues as the alien eats the rest of that magnificently pumped, stallion jock.
Through the gaps in the tent walls you are alerted to a movement. You think it's more tentacles however you soon realise that you are wrong.
Standing in the entrance to the tent is The Butcher. His overalls are a disgusting brown colour and are covered in crusted blood. He is a huge hulking figure about 280pounds of disfigured man. His face twisted and hideous no longer human. Brown saliva oozes out of his mouth.
He reaches into the tent, past your oozing pus covered legs. A thick loop of rope is placed over your head and around your thick muscular neck. You desperately try to fight him off with your muscle bound upper body. Your biceps flex and grip at the rope around your neck as you try and free yourself. Your chest heaves up and down in a frenzy. Your hot chiseled abdominals flex and glisten as you twist and turn to free yourself.
The Butcher is strong and yanks the rope and drags you out of the ruined tent. The rope chokes your neck and turns your face a beetroot purple. Your hideously deformed legs drag along the forest floor. You notice a dozen tentacles are watching you being dragged away. They know not to follow you, as the butcher has claimed his prize.
You pass out briefly
You are woken to a high pitched whirring sound. You open your eyes and just inches from your face are the rotating blades of a circular saw. The butcher grins wickedly. You can't move your body at all your arms are strapped above your head to the top of a wooden butchers block. You are his big slab of meat ready for slaughter. You Are led on your back. Your huge biceps are flexing.
The butcher hovers the shredding blades of the circular saw just inches from your body. Over your pecs. Moving down to your abs, then back up to your arms. He then moves back down and let's the blade roar above your mammoth 14" dick. You are screaming for him to let you go.
"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS LET ME GO"
The butcher brings the circular saw down on one of you mutilated legs. He cuts through the rotting flesh and then proceeds with the other. A small top part of your thighs remains in tact and you can see the start of what were once huge, curved, golden stallion legs, your large muscular bubble ass also remains in tact. The stumps though are bloody and squirt hot thick syrup like blood off the edge of the wooden block. The butcher pulls a fiery hot crowbar out of the nearby stove and cauterises your wounds. It is a painful and sloppy job, but it stops you bleeding out.
You are now ready for the next part of the torture.
The butcher flicks the switch of a large metalic machine. It has a top feeder and a nozzle that kind of looks like an extra large shower head. The whirring noise of internal blades as they start to rotate echoes around the room. The butcher pulls out of a drawer his largest meat cleaver and without any hesitation brings it crashing down into one of your bulging thick biceps. You scream as the steel blade cuts into your perfect muscle. Blood squirts all over the block as the butcher fillets the round golden muscles off your arm.
He holds the beautiful huge muscle in his hands, he licks your face covering you in brown saliva. He the. Tosses the meaty fillet into the machine. The squelch of your perfect muscles is the only noise you can hear. Meat is then forced out of the shower head in individual small strands of mince. Your perfect body is going to be turned into minced dog food.
He butcher hacks and slashes into your body. He pulls out a large slicing knife and swiftly cuts through one of your enormous, round, golden pecs. He removes the hot pumped stakes biting off one of the perfect nipples before adding them to the machine. Blood spurts out of the top of the steel contraption as your pec stakes are pulverised and minced.
You look down at your mutilated body. Your pecs are gone leaving great big bloody holes in the top of your chest. You are struggling to breathe. Your powerful shoulders and ripped arms are twisted And savaged. As you breathe your eight pack abs rise and fall. Each rippling golden mound is glistening with thick sticky blood.
The butcher cuts around your defined abs. He's going to take the whole set and destroy them in the mincer. All of your hard work at the gym is about to be ripped off your torso. The metal blade slices through your flesh. Spilling more blood onto the floor. The knife cuts around your body, through your apollos belt and back up to just below where your pecs once were. The butcher lifts and rips the golden abs clean off your body.
The whole time you are screaming at the top of your lungs. Just wanting this hell to end. Your abs are shredded and ripped apart by the machine. Tearing them into bloody hunks and forcing them into individual strands.
The butcher grips your mammoth dick and goose egg balls and slices them clean off your body. Your big prize fuck pole destroyed. Blood squirts out of the stump you are drenched in blood. Your guts have started to ooze slowly out of your body. The butcher rips the big purple cock head off your severed penis and eats it raw. He then crushes the remaining endowment with his bare hands. Before finally throwing in the machine.
Barely alive now, you look at the butcher he removes his overalls and pulls out his gargantuan mouldy looking cock. He reaches down and pulls your lower intestines out of your body. He wraps them around your thick muscular neck and starts to choke you. He bends you over the butcher block; spreads your golden ass cheeks and begins to rape your ass. His cock stretches your asshole wide and rips it open. His cock shoots through your desecrated stomache and mixes with the oozing guts. He violently fucks you harder and harder. The intestines are so tight round your neck they distort you handsome Abercrombie and Fitch face. He grips the back of your hair and smashes your gorgeous face into the corner edge of the butcher block. Your nose breaks, pearly white teeth are knocked clean out and break. Your beautiful eyes come loose of the sockets and dangle down your face. The butcher fucks harder and on each thrust he slams your head into the block. Your face caves in and brains and bloody pulp litter the ground. The butcher erupts thick green sperm inside your guts. He then rips the golden glutes of your ass off as though they were orange segments and throws them in the machine. Pulverising the remains of your once sculpted hot jock body.
Absolutely spent the butcher throws your remains out of the back door, to the patiently waiting tentacles who drag your remains away and feast on your leftovers.
