Two ladies heard about the place, thinking
they could get cheap labor to work on the condo-complex they are building..
The young man's nude form ripples with taut beef and muscle.
Shyly Eve and Eileen ask the young buck for directions as they carefully inspect the young man's most private areas.
The young man is polite and helpful, not at all embarrassed at his total nudity before these ladies, as if he was used to the hungry, curious glances on his bare butt and sexual organs.
Eve and Eileen soon find themselves surrounded by naked athletes. Each young man seemingly free to expose his pounds of bare male flesh without inhibition. Fat, hot crotches open to reveal semi- erect and fully erect cocks as their moist, baggy skin pouches of semen fall below the thick thatches of pubic hair.
The young men seem amused at Eve's and Eileen's obvious uncomfortableness seeing and talking to them, butt-naked as they were.
The ladies meet Coach Graham, head of the athletic department and part-time foreman of the young men's construction crews.
Eve discusses the work schedule with the
coach as Eileen's heart jumps at each entrance of another wet stud, fresh
and nude from the showers.
The two "alien" females wait for the arrangements with Coach Graham to be finalized. Waiting and observing the parade of naked stud meat glistening under the flowing waters cascading down young flesh, a feeling of dominance and devilment begins to grow from within their female souls, soon judging each handsome young man like a slave trader at an auction ... cock size? Chest size? Height? Attractiveness?
The young man seems to enjoy the attention.
Eve and Eileen aren't the only females who've enjoyed the views inside. Augusta, a black postal worker, loves to watch the big- butt white boys. She often brings a friend along just to see the expressions on their female faces as the first white meet starts "swinging their way."
Coach Graham must leave to finalize arrangements. He lets the women stay and watch. He's no fool. He knows the display of his young male hunks helps get new work, especially from women and faggots.
Despite their attempt to hide it, it is the most humiliating moment of their young lives, ordered to take their clothes off by these women. It is one thing to strip and parade around,embarrassing females, but for females to actually order you to strip naked for them, that is unbelievably humiliating! And their eyes! It's rape! They knew how sexy women parading in front of construction workers who then chase them down and strip them naked and rape them feel ... rape. So humiliating!
Eve and Eileen see how embarrassed and humiliated the young men are and are determined to draw the experience out, to humiliate them even more, to play on their emotions. It is the most exhilarating thing, humiliating and abusing young men!
The two women make the young men line up and expose themselves even more, then make them hang from an overhead bar while they measured and mocked their "manhoods."
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Augusta arrives with a shipment and sees what's going on. She's interested and acts like it's an everyday thing here at the "boys farm," as she calls it.
She introduces herself and Eve and Eileen introduce themselves.
Eve and Eileen ask Augusta if she ever gets tired of hauling the packages. She says she does, so Eve and Eileen give her the services of one of the football hunks they were "examining" -- a big-butt brunette hunk slave in all his pink-white glory.
Augusta puts him through his paces, tying a rope round his neck like a choker-dog collar, then making him carry in all the heavy packages she had to deliver. When he'd bend over, she noticed his balls drew up when he strained to lift the heavy box. She cupped his balls and had him lift a heavy box then put it down a dozen times or more so she could feel the enticing squirm of his balls.
Eileen and Eve ask Augusta if she had some hard work around her house that needed to be done and she said she did, so they sign him out and remind him Coach Graham has told him to do whatever they tell him. They tell him Augusta will return him in a week, or so. Maybe she will, maybe she won't.
Augusta quickly puts her white slave to good use, marching him outside, carting loads on his head. Augusta's friend who had come with her this time is really amused. She lights her cigarette lighter and sizzles-away some of his crotch hair.
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Eve and Eileen take another two home to wash their cars, nude, of course. They laughed every time the blond opened his bushy ass crack as they make him clean the tires real well. All the while the blond's ass gets its first tan.
The next day, a dozen or so young hunks arrive at the construction site. They strip off their street clothes for some cut off rags the coach has brought for them. Touching, holding, and admiring each other, hard-ons barring under the hot sun, they joke at how much they hate "faggots."
The women who rented them are not around. And they aren't expected. They have gone out of town with their two slaves for a good time. The young muscle hunks should have several weeks work, there's plenty of time to watch and use their hot bodies.
But, somewhere close by, a corpse lies on a grassy patch along the road. The hunky young man is bruised and obviously has been tortured and mutilated before he was killed ... but by whom.
The "LLL -- Lesbo Leather Ladies --" arrive at the construction site. The "Triple-L" is that notorious all- female biker gang who are rumored to have killed muscle hunks for their pleasure before. Several gyms across the country have been invaded and all the young muscle builders were tortured and killed. But no one knows for sure who does it. There are just rumors. And most young men don't think the "LLLs "are real ... until it's too late.
The young men at the construction site have never heard of the "Triple-Ls" -- much to their disadvantage.
The "Triple-Ls" watch ominously as the hot, near- naked young construction hunks work up a sweat under the broiling sun.
The "Triple-L" ladies tease the young workers. The young men don't protest too much, thinking it's friends of or managers for the ladies who have hired them.
A blond just looks, doesn't protest as a blond "LLL" taps off her hot cigar ash into the crack of his ass showing above his cut-off jeans.
A brunette working on something overhead protests only half- heartedly as one of the "LLLs" pull down the front of his cut-offs with a ripping-hammer's claws and leave the hammer hanging there, pulling the pants so low his cock and balls pop out. She then takes another ripping hammer and scratches his butt with the chipped claws.
One of the young hunks pulls his own pants and jock strap down, exposing an ugly set of cock and balls ... one with a stretched foreskin and hair all the way up and down the shaft. It's so ugly one of the "LLLs" will touch it only with a stick. He laughs at her ... serves them right for what the other "LLLs" are doing, he thinks.
Pretty soon Coach Graham shows up; he's acting as supervisor on the project. He sees the "LLLs" watching the two young hunks using the hole-in-the-ground latrines. He storms up to them as they taunt his "boys". He orders them off the premises ...
The "LLLs" just go back to their cycles and grab some gas bombs ... they always carry an arsenal of "capture-weapons" with them to seize young muscle hunks where-ever they might find them.
They wait till Coach Graham leaves on an errand that will take him most of the rest of the day, leaving his well disciplined "boys" on their own. He trusts them now, after all the experience he has had with them.
Wearing gas masks, the "LLLs" climb atop the scaffolding and toss the bombs. Within seconds the choking gas spreads and the young muscle-hunks grab at their throats, choking on the burning gas, frightened, certain they are dying.
After all the young men are immobilized, most unconscious, the "LLLs" start their fun. They strip the full, hard-muscled bodies naked, sniffing at the heavily scented underwear before tossing them aside.
The young men are slowly regaining consciousness. But they are in a dream-like state as the "LLLs" tie them up. And the young men believe they are in an erotic dream, a hareem, and begin having erections in anticipation of their use by their new mistresses.
But as consciousness returns fully, the young men realize they are not in a dream but some horrible reality. They begin to beg and plead, afraid of what might happen to them. They were certain these women had no-good in mind. They were probably going to sell them to some Arabs or faggots or something like that!
But they would find out quick, their fate was even darker. One of the "LLLs" picked up a drill with a soft-wood bit and revved it.
One brunet bound in a standing position turned his head, afraid to look. He was the obvious first victim.
The "LLL" with the drill put the tip of the drill bit in his belly button as he begged her not to. She spat in his face and laughed,
As he was screaming, she put the drill bit up against his cock head. But before she pulled the trigger, another "LLL" said,
In the mean-time, the "LLL" with the drill had changed the bit to a thinner one. Then, while all the "LLLs" watched, she drilled into the now hard-as-wood cock, pulverizing it as she drilled.
When the tip of the bit hit a particularly tough-gooey pocket, the drill bit froze and the torque of the drill started twisting the cock half-way down the shaft, where there was a break in the cement. Soon the cock was twisting as the "LLL" squeezed the trigger harder. Within a minute or so, the top half of cock twisted a dozen times or more round its lower half and twisted right off.
The "LLLs" all laughed as the top of the cock twisted off.
The "LLL" took her drill and drilled small but deep holes all over, into his abs, upper and lower, into his pecs, into his cheeks. That would teach him for not watching their fun! The drill-wielding "LLL" changed bits again ... a paddle bit. She shoved it into his limp cock. The soft flesh caught and twisted right off faster that the eye could see.
Then she drilled out one nipple then the other -- the one right over his heart. But she didn't stop with the nipple, shoving hard until the drill caught and snapped rib-bones and then almost fell into the soft, hollow heart.
Blood exploded all over as the "LLLs" laughed at the young man's sudden death.
Some of the "LLLs" held another brunet down as others nailed his feet to a "2x10" pine rafter.
They hoisted the young man up so he hung by the nails in his feet.
One of the "LLLs" grabbed a short piece of "1x4" and a battery-powered stapler.
She plops the floppy ball sack over the "1x4" and presses the staple-gun right on one ball. She pulls the trigger and the young man screams and his whole body jerks as the first staple rams through his ball, stapling it securely to the "1x4".
She staples the other ball to the board then pulls it back over his butt, as far back as she could, pulling his cock back to point, upside down, into the air as she rammed another half-dozen or so staples through his balls.
She then goes round and grabs the young muscle hunk's cock and stretches it across his hard lower abdominals and pressed the head of the staple gun against the shaft. She pulled the trigger and the young man, already exhausted from the pain and struggle, shudders from the new pain. Holding the trigger down, she taps the gun-tip against the shaft four more times, ramming the staples through the cock into the hard muscled belly.
Another "LLL" had tied a young muscle hunk to a "8x14" garage header and slid it and him across the cross-cut feeder. When his fingers were lined up, she turned on the saw. The high pitched scream drowned out the young man's screams. When the saw was up to speed, she pulled the blade across his stretched out fingers, zipping off the first and part of the second joints, "ping, ping, ping, ping ...."
She slid the header and hunk down more and pulled the board toward the blade, chopping off his arms down to the middle of his upper arms with the ease of cutting through a piece of toast.
The young man was in shock, his cock hard, ready to spurt in a primeval last attempt to spread his life-giving sperm into an awaiting ocean. The "LLL" slid the header and hunk down more and quickly lopped off his upper arms and head.
Then she shoved her mouth over his near-spurting cock and greedily swallowed his "life-force" as his headless body spurt it out for one last time.
A couple of the "LLLs" took the baby-faced young hunk and stretched him out over a "4x10" door-header material then nailed him crucifixion style onto the board. His baby face twisting in agony as his muscle-hunk body writhed.
They then tied an old tire to his cock head and lifted him up into the air. They let him hang there, his cock stretched and burning, for several minutes while they took a feelie-break.
After they got their "g-spots" off, one "LLL" poured about a half-gallon of gasoline into the tire. The gas started soaking into the hard rubber, softening it, but there was still a puddle of it.
The "LLLs" stood back and took turns tossing lit cigars at the tire. After several fell in and went out rather than starting a fire, they decided to light the end of a "1x2". They poked the end of it into the goo that part of the tire had become, then pulled back and lit it. Then they gingerly held the burning stick toward the tire till it "whoofmed" into blazing fire.
The tire was soon all ablaze, sending hot, acrid smoke up the young man's body. His struggles jerked the tire back and forth, hitting his legs, making big chunks of flaming tire stick to his legs and thighs, spreading the fire to them.
The "LLLs" stood by, laughing and taunting as the young man was roasted alive.
Before the fire died out, the young man's body-fat, what little there was, ignited and burned his skin off all over his once hard muscular body and baby-face. But the "LLLs" had gone on to other "meat" before chunks of this young man's thoroughly cooked body started falling off the cross.
Next up was another of the brunet hunks strapped standing up. Hiss hands had been tied up and to the sides so his well developed lats flared wide and impressive.
One of the "LLLs" said,
The "LLL" carefully cut up his abdominals to his sternum. The blade pounded against the hard bone -- with no point, it couldn't penetrate, but could rip apart the flesh covering the bone. The "LLL" ripped the young hunk's chest all the way up to the base of his throat.
He screamed, his voice trembling as the rat-a-tat-tat of the blade pounded his sternum.
The "LLL" then turned the saw round and cut down to the Mons-Venus, all the way down to along side his cock and balls.
Pressure from his guts spread the opening wide. The large intestines and small at the bottom of his abdominal cavity pushed his cock and balls to the side.
He drooped his head, wishing he was already dead, trying his best not to cry.
The "LLL" didn't want to goo up her hand, so she slipped on a plastic dish-washing glove,
His eyes flared wide open in fear and pain as her fingers started closing over his heart. Then she grabbed hard and started twisting side to side and around, shoving her fist forward then jerking back over and over till she was able to rip the quivering heart out.
The young man had thrown his head back and had tried to scream his last, but the pain had choked his throat shut and his head just lolled back in death.
A blond "LLL" picked herself a brunet. With help from some others she nailed his hands to a header and made him stand there as she ran the bent end of a crow-bar up his ass. She then started pulling it back, forcing the bent metal to put more and more pressure on the back of his rectum. She pulled it down al far as she could then wedged her body between the long bar and his butt to put more force into the bar.
His screams became shrieks as the pry-end cut through, right under his tail-bone, missing the spinal column, leaving him still able to stand.
She then started kicking the bar back and forth, ripping a large hole where his anus had been. She then put on a rubber glove and shoved inside and wrapped a finger into the folds of his intestines and pulled it out.
He screeched as she pulled more and more of his intestines out, turned inside out. If it wasn't for the fun all his struggling and screaming made for her, she wouldn't have done this ... the stench of his turned-inside-out guts was about unbearable!
Two other "LLLs" stretched a brunette between two posts and nailed his hands to it, stretching him like he was beingcrucified. Then they pulled up a box of roofing tacks and started shoving the short, sharp nails all over his body. For his really soft parts, like his cock and belly, they shoved in some of the longer nails that always seem to creep into any box of nails. They even shoved tacks through his tongue and cheeks.
His crying eyes were puppy-dog soft, just begging the "LLLs" to shove a couple nails in them too, blinding him before death did.
Now the "LLLs" pick up a couple roofing peens and get ready to drive the nails in.
It takes them a good ten minutes to pound in all the nails they had started. One of them picks up a "WonderBarTM" and shoves it up the young man's ass, much like her "sister" had done for the other young man. But the wider "WonderBarTM" doesn't have a curved-back end and just rips the anus-muscles.
After all the nails on the body are nailed in, the "LLLs" start pounding in the nails in his head, trying not to drive any into his brain until he was beyond feeling. Then they pounded in the nails in his eyes and ears, right into his brain. Then finish the job by pounding in all the nails in the skull.
The next young man to meet his fate is a hunky blond with extra- tumescence. He falls to his knees and begs not to be killed. His eyes are full of tears.
But this kind of play is boring. There's not enough male-pain, male-fear, male-destruction for the "LLLs."
They order the blond hunk to take a pair of tin-snips and cut off his nuts. He cries, but knows the evil women won't relent -- not after all he's already seen. His only chance is to do whatever they order ... even to cutting off his own nuts.
He takes the snips and puts the thin neck of his ball-sack between the sharp blades and tries to squeeze. His hand won't do it. He grits his teeth and tries again. But can't. The "LLLs" come up with a couple bullet-nail guns ... those that use gunpowder and bullet-like cartridges to ram case-harden nails into concrete without cracking the concrete. The blond has heard of accidents where these nails have blown the top off guys' heads when the safety has failed. He knows he will have to castrate himself or he'll die ... and very soon.
That gives him the last bit of moral strength he needs and clamps his grip as tight as he can, chopping his scrotum and balls off in one smooth snip.
He holds the offering up to the "LLLs." They laugh and one of the reaches forward and grabs the offering.
They order him to stand.
But as soon as the young man starts to stand, the two with the bullet-nail guns pull the safeties back and pull the triggers, shooting him through both his shoulders. He screams. But the shots give him hope that they will let him live ... shooting him through muscle only, like they did.
But soon as the young man gets all the way to his feet, one of the LLLs shoots his cock right off and the other shoots a nail through the back of his head. It has such force it goes right through the brain and sinuses and blows the young blond's nose clean off.
His knees buckle and his dead body sinks to its knees before falling forward onto the half-blown-away face.
Now a curly-headed red-head is picked. His hands and arms are tied behind his back. A rope is noosed round his neck. The "LLLs" pull him back and forth like a roped dogie. The "LLLs" finally pull him over to the scaffolding the young men had constructed first thing that morning.
One of the "LLLs" climb to the top with a length of two-inch pipe that was going to be used for the sprinkler well.
She lets it down and one of the women on the ground make the young red-head take the pipe in his mouth.
They make him line the pipe up with his throat and try to swallow it.
A second woman climbs the scaffold to help. The "LLLs" now start forcing the pipe down his throat. They brace his body and pound the pipe down his throat, forcing it to punch through stomach and intestines and other guts.
The two women on the scaffolding ram the pipe all the way through his torso and out his anus ...
and into the ground ... hard enough and far enough in so the pipe-pole can stand by itself, holding the barely-alive young hunk's body squirming in death throes.
The youngest of the young hunks is picked out now. He's eighteen, but only by a few weeks. And his body is the lightest of all, more like an oversized pubescent than the others' hard muscled adult bodies.
The "LLLs" decide to take their time with this one. They tie his hands behind his back and parade him hack and forth, grabbing his hair and pulling it back so his eyes are pulled open, forcing him to look at the mutilated corpses of those who had gone before, into the faces of the others still waiting their turn.
After enough of that, they forced him to sit on a "4x8" door header then pulled his ankles back hard and tied them so his legs were splayed wide open.
Then they took a screw-clamp, one missing the flat pad on the screw. They then stretched his balls out in front of his crotch and screwed the clamp down, onto his nut sack, the very top of his left ball, screwing right into the bird's nest of tubules and blood vessels atop his left ball.
One of the "LLLs" shoved him back so he
lay on his bound arms, then she laid his long, limp cock across his belly,positioned
a large Phillips' screw driver in the middle of it, then hammered it in,
right through his lower belly, pinning his cock to his lower abs
Then as another woman took a small sledge and started pounding his left nut flat, she took a ripping hammer and rammed the claw right into his ball, jerking it to the side, ripping it clean off the screaming young man's body, ripping ball and skin away, clean off.
The two women had had their fun and decided to off this young man too, the one taking her sledge and smashing his brow, right between his eyes, where his nose started, the other taking her ripping hammer and, carefully lining it up on the top of his head, over the otic center, slammed her hammer in, imbedding the large head all the way in, smashing skull, splintering bone, crushing and ripping brain into mush.
The young man's body jerked, bending over his belly, then fell back flat, limp in death.
It's getting late. The ladies have worked through lunch and it's already three o'clock. Coach Graham will be back in an hour, so the "LLLs" decide to finish the rest of the young men off in one final "blow-out."
They find the blasting caps ...
and start attaching them to the remaining young men, making a necklace for one and a muscle-arm-band for another, placing caps under arms and on the cocks and balls. Some of the young men whimper, others try to be brave, quaking inside, strong and stalwart on the outside.
The "LLLs" detonate the blasting caps, blowing cocks and balls into the air, guts across the grass, chunks of meat and bone here and there.
One young man, evincing extraordinary strength of will, like Rasputin, stands on his one leg, balanced by his one remaining arm, the whole side of his body blown away, his lungs and ribs and intestines in bits and pieces, his cock-head hanging by a strand of skin, the rest of his cock vaporized into a red mist. His face has a placid look as he stares at the "LLLs". But within a minute, his knee buckles and his body slowly sags, like an ocean liner slowly sinking beneath the sea, with greatdignity.
One of the "LLLs" gasps in amazement,
Another one was still alive. He was a blond. His right arm had been blown clean off, back to the shoulder ball-and-socket joint. Half his left side had been blown away, the skin ripped off, but muscle and organs left intact.
He was crying. He had no-where the dignity of the other one. But he could probably feel what had been done to him, the other one had been in shock, probably, and hadn't felt a thing. The "LLLs" decide to leave this one blond hunk alive ... not so much for himself but because of the beautiful dignity of the other hunk.
The "LLLs" start picking up things, getting ready to go. They pick up hands and fingers and cocks and tits and balls and hearts and bits of recognizable skin and organs and nail them to boards everywhere ... to the scaffolding and fences and lumber.
They pick up some pieces for their own mementos and leave.
Coach Graham returns to find all his beautiful young men dead, horribly tortured and mutilated, even the blond the "LLLs" had left alive dead. He kneels, picking up a blown-off leg, cradling it he breaks down and cries.
The next day, when "Recreation Center" workers report everyone missing, he is found at the site, lovingly trying to jig-saw puzzle fit hands and arms and legs and cocks and balls and heads and torsos all back together.
He is taken to the hospital. There the cops grill him. They decide he has gone mad and killed all the young men.
Because all the young men are in pieces, everyone thinks the three young men Augusta and Eve and Eileen took home with them were among them. Those women decide not to tell anyone and now have hunks for slaves with no one knowing better.
Later, when the coach becomes sane enough to stand trial, he is found guilty of mass murder and sentenced to the electric chair. He was broken and didn't appeal, and was fried in Florida's "Old Sparky" on 13 April, 2000.
And the true perpetraters ride on, looking for more young muscle hunks to torture and kill for the sport of it.