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The Wrestler Stalker. Killer POV. Chapter 2. Giving in to the Urge

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For weeks I had been trying to battle myself and the urge to take another life. Killing Mason had been amazing and being around wrestlers had made the urge stir and want to come to the front.

Then one morning I woke and decided that to fight the urge was no use. I felt the best I had ever felt when I killed Mason and now, I knew I could feel like that permanently. I knew I was born to kill, and it was time to unleash the beast.

I already had my next target in mind and now prepared to take his life.

He was a freshmen at the college I had just been at. A handsome young wrestler with a slim toned build whom I had overheard discussing his love of golf. Golf courses were huge and there was a lot of spots to snatch attack and make my move, so I began to prepare for my next kill.

Gavyn was an extraordinary 18-year-old college freshman. With a towering build and an unwavering tenacity, Gavyn had wrestled his way through high school, leaving an indomitable mark on his opponents and capturing the hearts of wrestling enthusiasts.

Now, embarking on a new chapter of his life, Gavyn was ready to tackle the challenges that college had to offer. Little did he know, he would soon discover that life held more than just championship belts and takedowns.

Before bidding farewell to his small hometown, Gavyn’s popularity reached new heights during his senior year of high school. With his charismatic nature and exceptional athletic skills, he found himself honored with the title of Homecoming King at the prom. The crown sat atop his head as a testament to his immense popularity amongst his peers. And amidst the cheers and applause, Gavyn found solace in the arms of his girlfriend, Kenzie. Their love story had blossomed on the sidelines of wrestling matches, with Kenzie cheering him on and offering unwavering support. Their bond was unbreakable, their love strong enough to endure any distance.

Beyond the wrestling mat, Gavyn was known for his vibrant personality and dedication as a loyal friend. His sense of humor was contagious, leaving everyone in stitches with his goofy antics. Whether it was pulling pranks on his buddies or lightening the mood during intense moments, Gavyn’s laughter filled the air and brought joy to those around him. Adored by his family, he was the centerpiece of their lives, always enhancing their bonds with his radiant presence and infectious smile.

While wrestling was his passion, Gavyn harbored a surprising affinity for a sport seemingly opposite to it – golf. When he wasn’t on the wrestling mat, he could be found meticulously analyzing golf swings and perfecting his own technique. The solitude provided by the golf course allowed Gavyn to escape the rigors of his intense athletic pursuit. It was a sacred escape, a tranquil sanctuary where he could temporarily set aside his wrestling persona and immerse himself in the beauty of the fairways.

As Gavyn ventured into the uncharted waters of college, he carried with him an amalgamation of experiences, an unyielding spirit, and an insatiable hunger for success. Wrestling may have defined him throughout his high school years, but now, he was ready to explore new passions and embrace the depths of his potential. And as the pages of his story unfolded, Gavyn’s journey would be marked by an unexpected encounter that would make him a household name.

I’d spent a few days studying Gavyn, his movements and what he liked doing. I’d followed him to the golf course and prepared to make my move on him somewhere on the green.

The first thing I did when I arrived at the golf course was head to Gavyn’s old sedan car and pop the trunk of his car. After a quick rummage I grabbed the bag that contained his wrestling gear and put it in my car.

I then watched as Gavyn hung about with some friends and heard him tell them that he would play eight holes with them and then when they had finished, he would do the remaining eight hole by himself.

I watched as Gavyn, with his mischievous grin, was surrounded by a group of friends, their laughter echoing through the air. It was a scene straight out of a feel-good movie.

As I watched, Gavyn pulled his hoodie over his head, transforming himself into a comical character. His friends erupted into fits of laughter; their genuine joy contagious. With a twinkle in his eyes and mischief brewing in his heart, Gavyn seized a golf club and casually draped it around his shoulders, creating a whimsical image. It was as if the golf club magically blended with his carefree spirit, like an extension of his persona.

With the club resting effortlessly, Gavyn strutted about, parading his silliness. He playfully swung the club, pretending to hit imaginary golf balls. His friends, utterly enthralled by his antics, doubled over with laughter, clutching their sides in amusement. The golf club became a prop in his silly performance, a testament to his ability to find humor and entertainment in the simplest of things.

In that moment, I understood why Gavyn was such a magnet for positivity. His infectious energy and ability to find joy in everyday moments made him a beacon of light, drawing people towards him like moths to a flame.

As I reflected on Gavyn’s goofy display, I couldn’t help but admire the rare quality he possessed. In a world that often takes itself too seriously, Gavyn was a refreshing reminder to embrace the childlike wonder within us all. His ability to effortlessly let loose and be himself was a trait that endeared him to all who knew him if only for the short while he had left in the world.

I observed Gavyn and his friends setting out for a round of golf. Their camaraderie was palpable as they shared jokes and friendly banter, their bond evident in their easy laughter and genuine affection for one another.

As they reached the fourth hole, a picturesque spot with a breathtaking view, Gavyn’s infectious energy took hold once again. Midway through his swing, he suddenly halted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draping his arm around his friend’s shoulder, Gavyn struck a pose, preserving the moment in a photograph. With a beaming smile, he held a golf club, its sleek shape complementing his vibrant personality.

The click of the camera captured the essence of their friendship, freezing the genuine camaraderie and shared experiences in a single frame. It was a picture that would forever remind them of this moment, the joyous laughter, and the memories made on the golf course.

As they resumed their game, Gavyn’s infectious spirit continued to infuse the air. His swings were a harmonious blend of focus and playfulness, as if he danced with the club in sync with his soul. Even during serious rounds, his ability to find joy in the sport radiated through his every move.

As the group reached the eighth hole, the competitive spirit in Gavyn seemed to ignite. With a twinkle in his eye, he playfully turned towards his friends, a mischievous smirk adorning his face. In a jovial tone, he teased them, suggesting that maybe they should all practice a bit more, considering how he had just whooped their arses on the previous holes.

Laughter erupted from his friends, their mirth filling the air and intermingling with the sounds of nature. They playfully bantered back, retorting with humorous jabs of their own. It was a moment of friendly competition, where victory and defeat were embraced as mere elements of the game.

Gavyn, the natural entertainer that he was, reveled in the joyous chaos he had created. With a good-natured chuckle, he soaked in the vibrant energy, basking in the light-heartedness of the moment. It was as if time stood still, offering a glimpse into the everlasting bond these friends shared.

But as the laughter subsided, a brief pause followed. Gavyn remained standing alone, a thoughtful expression replacing his playful demeanor. The friends, sensing his need for solitude, fondly bid their goodbyes, leaving Gavyn to his own thoughts.

Alone on that peaceful green, Gavyn stood in silence, his eyes scanning the rolling landscape. He relished in the stillness, the serenity that enveloped him. It was during these solitary moments that his passion for golf truly came alive. With each swing of the club, he found solace—a moment of contemplation and self-reflection.

Although separated from his friends, Gavyn was content with his own company. The tranquil ambiance of the golf course became his companion, whispering secrets of patience and resilience. In this moment of separation, he could recharge his spirit, allowing his passion for the sport to grow deeper and intertwine with the fabric of his being.

And so, as the friends departed, leaving Gavyn to revel in the silence of the 8th hole, he cherished the solitude. It was a chance for him to connect with the game he loved, to tap into his own inner strength, and to reflect upon the memories they had forged together. However, Gavyn didn’t realize he was not alone and I was watching his every move waiting for the moment to strike.

As Gavyn reached the 12th hole, a sense of serenity seemed to envelop him. The once playful atmosphere now transformed into a calm and focused energy. With utmost determination, he stepped up to the tee, placing a ball delicately upon the grass.

Taking a deep breath, Gavyn aligned himself with the target, his muscles tense with anticipation. The cool breeze whispered through the trees, adding a touch of tranquility to the scene. The soft thud of the golf club meeting the ball echoed across the course as Gavyn struck it with precision.

The ball soared through the air, gracefully gliding across the green expanse. Gavyn followed its trajectory with unwavering concentration, his eyes fixed upon the tiny white dot as it descended towards the ground. It landed with a gentle bounce, closer to the intended target than he had hoped.

As each ball effortlessly soared through the air, a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment swept over Gavyn’s face. Regardless of whether the shots were perfect or not, the sheer act of swinging his club and witnessing the flight of the ball brought him unparalleled joy.

As Gavyn looked out over the green, he had no idea I had grabbed a golf club and was now sneaking up behind him and brought the golf club crashing down on the back of his head. Gavyn let out an “oomph” as he fell to the floor as I continued to rain blows down on his head with the golf club. Blood splattered up after each blow and soon enough Gavyn lay lifeless on the floor, a pool of blood now forming around his head.

I knew I couldn’t leave Gavyn’s body out in the open and dragged him into the undergrowth before hiding his golf clubs and bringing the car near to the fence where I had hid Gavyn’s body. I then dragged the dead wrestler to my car and placed his body in the trunk.

I drove a couple of hundred miles until I reached the desert and pulled off down a dirt road. In this private and secluded spot, I removed Gavyn’s body from the trunk and undressed him down to his underwear.

I then took the bag I grabbed from Gavyn’s car and took out his wrestling gear. I then dressed my latest victim in his singlet and began to playfully wrestle his body before taking some shots of my latest victim and leaving him to decompose in the desert.

Killing and snuffing the lives out of attractive wrestlers was invigorating and turned me on. This was what I lived for now and looked forward to the next.

It wasn’t until four weeks later that Gavyn’s skeletal remains were found in the desert.

Predator Story. Chapter 340. Stocking Up

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Scott needed more meat for the restaurant and that meant an unfortunate young man had to die.

He’d been told by the restaurant manager that he needed to get some meat in ASAP and there was no better place to find some quick meat than at a bodybuilding show.

As Scott sat in the audience he eyed up all the potential victims that stepped on stage and unwittingly showed off their bodies in the hope of winning the show prize but were also letting a killer choose his next victim.

Tom stepped on stage, the young man intended to enjoy the next couple of minutes and had aspirations of placing within this show and ultimately winning it. Scott liked the looks of the young man with a fine athletic body and knew he was perfect for the restaurant. The hot gym owner had the idea that he had just put himself on a killers menu.

Tom won his class at the show but unfortunately fell short of winning the overall. The young man was dejected but soon perked up when he saw a card offering him a photoshoot on his stuff. A member of the Brotherhood worked on the show and Scott sweet-talked them into putting his card on Tom’s belongings in exchange for a free meal of flesh from the hunks body at the restaurant.

Picking up the card Tom booked a shoot for the following day and quickly turned his attention toward that.

“Looking good my man.” Tim said to himself as he put the finishing touches to his hair before he headed to the photoshoot. Little did the muscular hunk know that he was walking into a plan to murder him.

Tom arrived at the studio and as per Scott’s requests immediately changed into nothing more than a white pair of briefs. Scott had told Tom that they needed to focus on shots that showed off his physique and the sexy fitness model agreed. He began by pulling off a number of poses before grabbing a pair of dumbbells and getting some shots as he held tightly onto them.

The duo then continued to get more shots with different back drops and poses and Scott was mindful that he needed to get Tom’s meat on the menu prepared to strike.

Tom pulled off a couple more poses before the two agreed to stop for a quick break.

As Tom turned to grab his phone Scott struck and smacked him over the back of the head with a dumbbell. The muscle hunk let out a groan as he stumbled forward before being set upon by Scott

The attack took the fitness model by surprise and he immediately began to fight hard for his life as a look of panic crossed his face. His eyes pleaded for help but there would be none forthcoming. His hands came up as they frantically tried to pull at Scott and stop the attack. Tom continued to claw at Scott as the gagging sounds continued to erupt from his clenched throat and his eyes started to bulge.

“Shhh,” Scott whispered “It’s almost over, Relax and let yourself go. Then I can fuck your body.”

Tom’s face was now full of fear as Scott tightened the cord as much as he could as a distant crunching sound filled the room as Tom’s windpipe collapsed and the hyoid bone in his throat fractured. His body now jerked rhythmically as death claimed him.

Tom had put up a good fight for his life but he never stood chance against Scott who now looked down at Tom whose eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. He took some photos of the dead hunk for his own private collection and then pulled down the underwear Tom wore and began to screw the dead model’s body. Once this was done he dragged Tom’s body to his car and drove it to the restaurant.

Once there Tom’s body was laid out as Scott took in an eyeful of the young man before his skilled chef entered the kitchen.

Scott took another picture and put it on the secret group chat for the restaurant alerting all subscribed cannibals of the latest meat to be added to the menu. Once this was done the chef began the process of skillfully harvesting the meat from Tom’s muscular body. Ensuring he saved the legs until last.

With most of the body processed the chef took each of Tom’s meaty legs and began the process of harvesting the flesh from them.

Each leg was cut into various steaks and joints before Tom officially went on the menu. As was customary Scott chose a tender juicy steak cut from one of Tom’s thighs and salivated at the excellent taste the meat gave. The brotherhood member from the show chose a burger from one of Tom’s fine pecs and ensured he enjoyed every bite of the dead fitness model.

Tom’s meat would prove popular and although this was good for Scott it also meant he would soon need to replenish the menu.

Predator Story. Chapter 335. Aussie Muscle

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Scott checked his emails as he waited for another Brotherhood assignment, his time in Australia was drawing to an end but he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was back again.
He checked his modelling website and was always amazed at the amount of guys that sent requests saying that they should be models along with pictures of themselves and reasons why. As Scott looked down the list of emails he noticed he had around four from the same guy who appeared to have an Australian email address.
The website had been a good source of victims before so he decided to check this guy out and see if he was worth the hassle of disposing off.

The guy’s name was Michael and Scott knew he was definitely victim material when he opened up the first email. Michael explained he thought he had the physique to be a fitness model etc and attached a picture that appeared to have been taken at the end of a gym session and showed a pumped up Michael pulling off a pose, his biceps bulging as he showed off his fantastically toned body, from the same picture Scott could also see that the hunk had a prominent manhood as it bulged at the front of his grey shorts.

Scott opened up the second email and Michael although not evidently disappointed not to have had a reply to his first email still persisted and this time attached two photographs of his quads. The first showed off a pair of meaty defined thighs made Scott salivate at the mouth as he pictured himself tucking into such fine meat.

The second photograph was a topless shot of Michael that he had appeared to have taken in his bedroom. If Scott had any doubts about Michael’s victim suitability there were soon gone as the picture he now looked at sealed Michael’s fate. Handsome with thick bulging arm muscles and thighs with a fantastic body that donned a pair of thick pecs and toned abs ensured Scott picked up the phone and made arrangements with Michael as soon as possible.

Scott knew as the phone rang he wouldn’t have time to devour Michael’s flesh in Australia but there was no problem with sending some prime Aussie beef back to the UK so it could be devoured there.
Michael eventually picked up and the two began to make arrangements, as luck would have it Michael lived in the same city in which Scott was based and things were put in place to have an initial meet up later that day.

A few hours later Scott’s phone buzzed, the text was from Michael saying he was on his way and that he was all pumped up. A photo accompanied the text and when it opened up Scott giggled to himself as he saw that Michael had sent another picture of his two meaty thighs after what he could only guess was a quick leg workout. If only Michael knew what awaited him Scott said to himself.

The arrangements were that Scott was to pick Michael up from one of the local subway stations and Scott wasn’t waiting long until Michael arrived. The two shook hands but it didn’t take long for Michael to start to talk about his body, “I’m all prepared for this.” The wannabe model said as he lifted his shirt to reveal a set of ripped abs, their deep ridges clearly dividing each abdominal muscle which sat upon a fantastic male Apollo’s belt.
“Attending the gym before this meant I’m all pumped up and ready to go.”

“All in good time.” Scott replied as he drove Michael to the photography studio he had rented for a few days.
Scott’s phone buzzed during the drive and as he picked it up he knew from seeing the number that the Brotherhood requested his services which meant he had to deal with Michael pretty quickly.

On arrival at the studio Scott immediately got down to business as he explained that he would first need some shots of Michael in full clothing and then showing off various parts of his body. Eager to impress Michael did as requested as Scott took a variety of pictures. A short while later Scott gave the command that he wished to see a bit more flesh including Michael’s great thighs. The young man didn’t disappoint as he dropped his trousers to reveal a pair of grey briefs that bulged prominently at the front and also his fantastic quads, to add to the picture and without being asked Michael lifted his shirt and also revealed his firm abs and pecs.

Scott happily snapped away before telling Michael to turn and face the wall so he could get some shots of his rear. Michael did as asked and when the young models back was turned Scott moved in for the kill as he grabbed a hammer from his bag.
Michael had no idea that Scott had snuck up behind him until the hammer came crashing down on the back of his head. The first blow saw Michael stumble forwards as Scott then brought it back down on his head as a terrible cracking sound emanated from the hunk. Michael was dazed and powerless to prevent Scott from raining blow after blow down onto him. Blood splattered up from each blow as Scott eventually stopped after he had counted fifthteen in total. Michael now lay motionless on the floor as a pool
Of blood formed around his head, Scott checked for a pulse and was unable to find one but just to make sure the hunk wasn’t faking anything he brought the hammer crashing down on his skull one last time.

With Michael now dead Scott wasted little time in taking a few photographs and then stripping the hunk to his underwear. He had a quick fondle with the body before taking a few more private shots for his collection and then dragging Michael out to his car. With the hunk firmly in the trunk of the car Scott tidied and cleaned the studio before heading home so he could begin the process of harvesting Michael’s meat.

Michael was laid out as Scott grabbed his knifes and then began to carefully cut away pound after pound of succulent flesh. Around ninety minutes later Michael was unrecognisable as his remains sat in one corner and a large selection of meat in another. The meat was placed in the freezer as Scott knew he needed to prepare things before it was sent home. Michael’s remains and head were buried at the end of the garden in a deep hole so animals would not disturb them.
Scott looked at the photos of Michael as he ate a fine cut from his latest victim that night before picking up the phone and seeing what the Brotherhood wanted.

Predator Story. Chapter 312. An Order of Prime Aussie Beef

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Scott had been summoned to visit Will another Brotherhood member who was eager to finally tuck into some prime male meat.
Will greeted Scott and told him that they would have time to get acquainted later but for now there was some prime Aussie beef at his gym that Will wanted to get his hands on. He pulled out his phone and quickly got a couple of pictures of the young guy out.

The young gym goers name was Bevin and Will had taken a shine to the hunky young man with a fine pair of legs. The brotherhood member had taken the two pictures he was about to show Scott from Bevin’s Facebook page, the first photo showed Bevin dressed in a black vest as he took a selfie of himself in the mirror. One of his pec muscles poked out from the side of the piece of clothing as a vain ran down one of the hunks muscular arms.

The second photo that Will swiped onto showed Bevin in a more personal shot, in it the young man sat on a chair and looked directly into the camera with a cheeky little smile etched on his face.

From the two photos he had seen Scott could understand why Will wanted him to acquire Bevin and he could tell that his fellow Brotherhood member was desperate to dine on some fine meat. He’d been told he’d find Bevin at the gym and headed off to see of the target was there.

Scott was in luck as he bumped into the target as he entered the gym. He stood for a few seconds to take a good glimpse of Bevin as he held the door open. The Brotherhoods killer took the opportunity to eye Bevin up and was impressed with what he saw. Dressed in a white vest with his gym back draped around his shoulders and a pair of short black shorts that showed off a fine pair of meaty legs this hunk would indeed make a fine meal for Will.

“Cheers mate.” Scott replied in courtesy of the door being held open which in turn prompted Bevin to reply “No worries bud, you’re a long way from home. Guess you’re a pommie. What brings you to these parts?”

“I’m on holiday.” Scott replied “just here for a workout, you gotta keep in shape.”
Bevin laughed as Scott popped into the changing room and it wasn’t until Scott was midway through his own workout that Bevin reappeared. Dressed in a tight and small black vest that allowed his pecs to poke out from the sides and a pair of shorts Bevin approached Scott and suggested the two work out together and spot each other on the weights.

‘This is going to be easy’ Scott thought as he agreed to the offer and soon found himself involved in an intense workout with the hunk.

The two worked out together and Scott found it very difficult to not think off anything else then killing and harvesting the attractive hunks meat when it was Bevin’s turn on the weights.
Whilst Scott worked out Bevin took the chance to take a couple of selfie’s of himself.

Around an hour later the duo had finished their workout. Bevin had changed into a fresh vest that showed off his pumped arms and a pair of red shorts.

After changing they headed back to their cars, but not before Scott persuaded Bevin to come over to his car under the proviso that he was going to show the hunk something with his car. Whilst Bevin looked under the hood Scott grabbed a hammer and checking there was no one about launched into his attack as he brought the hammer crashing down on Bevin’s head. The hot piece of Aussie beef let out a groan as Scott heard the sound of his skull cracking and slumped over the engine. However the attack didn’t finish there as blow after blow was rained down on Bevin as fresh blood splattered from each new wound. Fifth teen blows later Scott checked for a pulse and when he could find one he bundled Bevin’s body into the car and drove back to Wills.

The brotherhood member was like a school kid as Scott drove in with his fresh meat. The car had hardly stopped when Will opened the rear doors and stood in awe at Bevin’s body. “Quick get him inside. I can’t wait to tuck into the meat from those fine legs.”
The two carried Bevin inside where Scott got to work and began to harvest the fresh meat from Bevin’s fine frame.

he began by removing both arms where the arm meet the shoulder and he then chopped it up, he removed the upper arm from elbow to shoulder taking care to remove the bicep which he placed in a dish next to him, he then cut the rest of the arm into small manageable parts and put them in a black bag, he repeated the process on the other arm.
Knowing that Will was looking forward to the leg meat more than anything he asked the Brotherhood member what he wanted to have done with the thighs? Will opted to have one cut up and requested that the other be left as it is. Scott facilitated the request removed the first leg, he cut it off where the thigh meets the groin and chopped the upper leg off just above the knee, this left him a large muscular mass, he then chopped the leg below the knee and removed the calf muscle in one piece. He did the same with the other leg, and put both thighs together. One thigh was cut into some nice fillet steaks and a couple of roast joints and placed them with the rest of the meat as Scott now removed the flesh from Bevin’s torso and rump.
In no time at all the once hunky Aussie was reduced to nothing more than piles of fresh meat and inedible remains
Before leaving Will cooked some of Bevin’s fresh meat for Scott to sample and he happily told his host the meat was exquisite before eventually leaving.

Predator Story. Chapter 300. The Hitchhiker

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The rave was over and Eighteen year old Johnny now had to get himself home.

Johnny was on a college trip from Germany and had snuck out of his hostel to attend the rave, his biggest problem was that during the evening’s events he had lost his wallet and phone and had no viable means of getting home apart from the long walk which he now set out upon.

Johnny sung to himself as he walked along the dark country road and stopped when he saw the car lights in the distance. The walk was going to be a long one so Johnny had the idea to try and hitchhike his way home.

Danny was the person driving the car down the country road. He’d just got back from a few weeks away with his family that he had reconciled and now headed back to Scott’s place. He spotted the figure up ahead and hadn’t given it much thought until his headlights lit up what was in front of him and he spotted the shirtless young man who was trying to hitchhike.

He slammed his breaks on and pulled over the side of the road and watched in his rear view mirror as Johnny ran up to the passenger side of the car.

His eyes fixated onto the shirtless hunk as he bent forwards and leaned in through the open window.
Johnny asked if Danny was heading going past the area where he was staying and Danny intrigued by the foreign accent of the young man told him that he was heading in that general direction. Johnny asked if he could jump in for the ride and Danny wasn’t going to turn the offer of company on the long ride down.

Danny was intrigued to find out more about the young man he was giving a lift to. He couldn’t help but glance over across at the attractive young man who sat shirtless next to him. Where was he from? What was he doing?
Johnny explained that he was from Germany and was over in the UK on a trip, he explained that he was supposed to be at the hostel with the rest of his group and had snuck out to attend a rave. Johnny joked that he had to find a way to sneak back into the place and not be spotted. Danny laughed at what he had just heard but his mind instantly turned to what Scott would do in this situation.
A shirtless hunk sat next to him that nobody knew was there and was supposed to be somewhere else. Danny had just had a victim handed to him on a plate and he knew it.

Danny carried on driving a little more and then began to jiggle the steering wheel “what the fuck. Think I have a flat tyre.” Danny said as he quickly pulled over to the side of the road.
Johnny watched as he jumped out of the car had walked to the back passenger wheel before giving it a kick. Walking up to the passenger window he told Johnny that he just needed to change the wheel and they could then carry on.
Johnny turned the radio up as Danny grabbed the gear he needed and bent down by the wheel. Moments later he went back to the window and told Johnny he was having trouble releasing the nuts and asked if he could help. Considering Danny was giving him a lift home it was the least Johnny could do and the German hunk jumped out and took the wheel lock bolt and bent down by the tyre.
This was Danny’s chance and he grabbed the hammer he had taken from the boot and hidden on the roof and now brought it crashing down on the back of Johnny’s head. Johnny let out a moan as Danny rained blow upon blow down on the young hitchhiker until he stopped groaning and moving.
Bending down he checked for a pulse and was unable to find one, he placed Johnny’s bloody head in a bag and lifted the young man into the back of the car.

Danny drove to a secluded spot where he could have some fun with his latest victim. Johnny was stripped down to his underwear and his fine athletic body fondled with. Half an hour later Danny was heading into the woodland with a shovel to dig a shallow grave for the young German student.
Johnny’s body was dragged to his woodland resting place and laid out where Danny grabbed a couple of pictures of the hunk before rolling him into the grave.

Johnny landed face up his eyes now staring up at Danny as he shovelled the dirt back into the grave and on top of the dead young hunk.

Danny carried on his drive back to Scott’s with the satisfaction that he had just successfully carried out a kill his mentor would be proud off.

Predator Story. Chapter 288. The Professor Strikes Again

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Scott had received another call from the Professor, the giant plant had finished most of its meal and the Brotherhood member needed Scott to acquire him another guy. But this time he would be for the Professor not the plant.

It didn’t take long to make his way over to the eccentric Brotherhood members house and after a quick greeting the Professor ushered Scott down to the room that contained the plant.

The leaf that had encased Charley was now open and Scott was amazed at Giant Plants effectiveness.
“Look he’s all gone, the only piece of him remaining is his arm that was protruding and also the scraps of his underwear he was wearing. Told you they are effective machines.”
Scott watched as the Professor picked Charley’s decomposing arm up and dropped it on to the leaf which soon closed itself up, around it. The professor was going to make sure the plant was going to eat every last bit of its last victim.

Moving back upstairs the attention now turned to why the Professor wanted Scott’s assistance. He explained that he had run out of meat to eat from and wanted Scott to acquire him some more meat. Scott asked the Professor if he had anyone in mind and a smile formed on the Professor’s face as he nodded his head and went to his laptop.

Scott watched as the Professor brought up a page on someone’s Instagram. The unlucky bastard that the Professor had stumbled upon was a guy named Tom and from what Scott could make out he was 23 years old, worked in recruitment and liked to try his hand at modelling. The professor brought one of the pictures from the site up and Scott got a good look at his next target.
The picture showed Tom in nothing more than some black underwear, he was a good looking young man with a fine athletic body, nicely defined with a set of appealing pecs, firm abs and deep ridged Apollo’s belt, along with a great pair of legs.

“He’s the one I want.” The Professor said as he brought another picture up, “he’s perfect.”
The second picture was a gym shot that saw Tom focusing on his fantastic legs. From the two pictures Scott had seen he was going to enjoy killing Tom.

However Scott soon found out there was a snag, the Professor had never seen Tom in real life he had only spotted one of his social media profiles and had no idea where the hunk was located. This was to be some extra homework for Scott and thankfully after a few hours trawling through Tom’s Instagram profile he got an address for the gym the hunk attended and it was only a few hours away.

Knowing that young men with physiques like Tom’s were creatures of habit and attended the gym daily or once every two days Scott knew all he had to do was lay in wait. He found a plum parking spot that covered the gyms front doors and just waited for Tom to arrive. Day one ended in disappointment and Scott headed home empty handed. But day two was different as Scott saw Tom park his car and head into the gym. Grabbing his bag Scott followed him inside, using an alias he paid for a day membership and went off to stalk his target.

Scott was quickly changed and made his way pit onto the gym floor, after a quick scan he spotted Tom who was stood by one of the weights machines, he watched as Tom dressed in a tight white vest that showed off the outline of his nipples played with his phone. Scott however focused on the hunks thick arms which looked slightly pumped from their recent workout.
Tom continued his business unaware someone was stalking his every move.

After around another half an hour on the machines Tom again took another break and this time he sat on one of the many gym apparatus and took in a few deep breaths. Scott could feel his manhood stirring below and took out his phone, he pretended to play around looking for a song to select when he was actually taking a quick discreet snap of Tom. The shot captured the young hunk in a pose that showed off his nicely developed legs and would be one Scott could look back on later.

At this point Scott watched as one of Tom’s friends came over and began to act as a spotter as Tom lifted the bar littered with heavy weights. After the fifth set a rather exhausted Tom sat up and looked directly into the mirror that was positioned in front of him. Taking out his phone Tom snapped a quick picture of satisfaction. From the reflection in the mirror Scott could see it was a decent shot, one of Tom’s fine pecs poked out from beneath his vest and Scott looked forward to being able to get a grope later.

With that set done, Tom’s workout was finished and he headed back into the changing room followed shortly after by Scott. It was just the two of the them in there and as Scott grabbed his things from his locker Tom took off his vest and admired himself in the changing room mirror.
Scott pretended to be preoccupied as Tom shouted “Excuse me, could you do me a quick favour and take a picture of me.”

Scott looked around “Who me?” He asked as he pointed to himself.

“Yes please.” Tom replied “I always like to take an after work out snap.”

Scott nodded as Tom handed him his phone and took up a position by some lockers, the lighting was perfect as Scott snapped away and took multiple shots of the fantastically toned young man.

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“There you go.” Scott said as he handed Tom his phone back, “by the way, that’s a good physique you have there it looks like its well earnt.”

“Thanks.” Tom replied “getting some recognition is good.” He looked at the pictures that Scott had taken and smiled “oh wow man, these are fucking perfect. We couldn’t get any better lighting. Cheers man.” Tom said as he shook Scott’s hand with a manly grip.

Scott waited out in his car for Tom to finish so he could follow the young gym hunk home. He positioned his car so he had a good view of Tom and waited patiently for Tom to appear. A short while later Tom came out with his bag over his shoulder and walked to his car. He threw the bag in the back and jumped into the driver’s seat. A few seconds later the soft top of the car began to come down as Tom again jumped from his car and pulled off his vest to show off his amazing torso and jumped back in before driving off.

Scott followed from a safe distance and after a fifthteen minute drive he watched as Tom pulled onto a driveway and walked into a ground floor flat. Scott parked just outside and grabbed what he would need.
Feeling the time was right Scott slipped around to the back of the house and prepared to let himself in. However Tom had different plans and Scott spotted the young man walking towards the back door, he threw himself behind the corner and watched as Tom dressed in nothing more than a pair of green underwear walked out of the flat and down the garden and entered a shed. Scott quietly followed and peering through the window watched as Tom messed about with the dials on a machine, it quickly became obvious that Tom was about to jump on a sun bed.

Scott watched as Tom lay down and pulled the lid down, he briefly thought about snuffing Tom’s live out there and then but ultimately went against it as the sunbed would harm the quality of the meat and the Professor would not be happy. Instead he went back to Tom’s apartment, let himself in and patiently waited for his prey to return.

Forty minutes later Tom returned and Scott hid as the hunk entered his bedroom, he had no idea and intruder was in the house as he stood in front of the mirror and admired the day’s work on his fine body. Tom appeared to check each muscle out before taking a picture of himself on his mobile phone. Scott knew he would want a copy of that picture later.

Tom eventually left his bedroom and began to rummage about in the kitchen, he grabbed a pan and poured some ingredients into it.
Scott knew that this was the perfect moment to strike and prepared the chloroform soaked rag, with Tom holding the frying pan and with his back to him Scott quietly advanced forwards.

However Scott failed to notice that Tom had dropped an empty bottle on the floor and he had just kicked it as he moved forwards. The noise alerted Tom who immediately turned to see the intruder.
“What the fuck!” The hunk yelled as he recognised Scott from the gym, “what are you doing here?” He asked before spotting the rag in Scott’s hand. Sensing this wasn’t a friendly visit Tom immediately went into the attack and lashed out at Scott with a punch. Scott read the move well and ducked out of the way before catching Tom under his chin with an upper cut that sent the hunk hurtling backwards. As Tom fell a sickening crunch resounded as he smacked his head in the side of the kitchen worktop before lying still on the floor, his eyes staring up to the ceiling as a pool of blood formed around his head.

Scott immediately sensed a problem and knelt down as he tried to find a pulse.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” Scott shouted as he realised what had happened, the blow to the back of Tom’s head had killed him, it was a one in thousand chance it would happen and it did. Scott was looking forward to killing Tom with his bare hands, he wanted to look into the young man’s eyes as he strangled the life out of him. But fate had robbed him of that chance. He wanted to see if placing his hands around the neck of the body and tightening the grip would have the same effect as strangling Tom to death but it didn’t.
Scott was pissed off but determined to still have some fun with Tom’s body. He dragged the dead hunk into the bedroom and laid him out on the bed. Climbing on top Scott allowed his hands to explore Tom’s fantastic torso, he loved every moment as he fondled, rubbed and massaged Tom’s body, enjoying the sensation of his smooth flesh beneath his hands. He ran his hands up Tom’s legs and could fell minute hairs at the bottom that quickly turned to smooth warm skin as he approached his thick thighs. Scott licked Tom’s torso and shuddered as he took in the taste of the dead hunk. He grabbed Tom’s phone and using Tom’s thumb he unlocked the phone and uploaded the picture Tom had taken in front of the mirror, he noted that Tom had already added the picture Scott had taken and smiled to himself as he knew he would need to get a copy later.

Scott’s fun was not over and he planned to fuck Tom before bringing him back to the Professor. He pulled Tom’s underwear down to reveal the gym hunks uncut cock sat below a neatly trimmed set of pubes. Scott gave it a quick fondle before turning Tom over and beginning to fuck the stud. Tom’s body jolted back and forth with each hard thrust Scott made and the killer enjoyed fucking the dead straight stud.

Eventually reaching his orgasmic moment he clasped Tom’s shoulders as he shot his load deep inside the dead hunk. “That was a good fuck.” Scott joked as he slapped Tom’s shoulder and wasted little time in dragging the dead body out to his car.

Scott arrived at the Professor’s house and the Brotherhood member was already waiting as he had been told earlier that Scott was on route with his prize.
Eager to check Tom out in the flesh he opened the boot of the car and took a step back. “Perfect, just perfect.” The Professor exclaimed when he saw Tom’s body “let’s bring him in, I’m hungry.”
The two carried Tom inside and Scott laid him out on a metal tray as instructed by the Professor. The Professor took a few moments to play with the dead hunk before grabbing a fork and stabbing it into one of Tom’s thighs, blood trickled down the leg as he grabbed a knife and then carved off a piece of flesh and popped it in his mouth.

Scott was amazed “do you eat the meat raw!” He exclaimed, puzzled as he hadn’t seen that before.

“Good god no.” The Professor replied “but you can get a good indication of how good the meat is and he’s gonna taste perfect cooked. Chop, chop prepare him please.”

Scott laughed and turned his attention to Tom’s body. The dead hunk was a fine young specimen who had added to his flavour by the gym work he had done on his body.

As Scott got to work he always thought about the way sexy guys worked out constantly completely oblivious that they were simply nothing more than cattle for the Brotherhood and all it needed was a chance sighting to seal their fate.
The Professor watched Scott at work as he made light work of Tom’s body, the edible flesh was all placed on one side and as always Scott asked the Professor what he wanted to happen with the two thighs. Like many the Professor chose to have one cut up and the other to be left intact.

Soon enough Tom’s edible meat was all removed and as an act of kindness the Professor gave Scott the chance to pick two cuts to have that night, Scott selected a prime cut from one of Tom’s thighs and also one of his fantastic pecs. Whilst both cooked Tom’s remains apart from his head were fed to the carnivorous plant whose leaf happily closed shut around them.

With Tom’s severed head in the middle of the table the two Brotherhood members sat to eat, both cut into Tom’s juicy flesh and enjoyed the taste of the succulent meat in their mouths. When the meal was over the Professor thanked Scott for his services before Scott headed off back home

Zoo Killer. Chapter 4. The Abusive Boyfriend

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Barclay walked into the canteen at work and noticed one of his employees, Michelle, sitting alone at a table sobbing quietly. Concerned, he walked over and asked if everything was okay. Michelle looked up and after a moment of hesitation, she burst into tears.

Through sobs, Michelle told Barclay that she couldn’t cope anymore. Her boyfriend, Gavin, was gradually becoming mean and abusive towards her. She was afraid, confused, and didn’t know how to deal with the situation. Barclay listened intently, his heart breaking for Michelle as she slowly revealed everything.

Barclay reassured Michelle that she wasn’t alone. He gave her a list of women’s shelters and domestic violence support groups that she could go to for help. He also advised her to speak with a therapist and to consider leaving the relationship for her physical and mental safety.

He’d met Gavin before and remembered he was a young man with a cocky demeanor and a pompous attitude. He always thought the world revolved around him and that everyone should bow down to him, regardless of the situation. He was selfish and self-centered, and the people around him could barely stand to be near him.

Gavin had a habit of talking down to everyone he met and belittling people for fun. He loved making crude jokes and putting people in their place, even if it made them feel embarrassed or angry. His friends and family found it hard to be around him, and he seemed to revel in their discomfort.

Gavin was the kind of guy who always had to be the center of attention, and he loved nothing more than showing off his wealth and status. He would often brag about his flashy car or elegant apartment, and he would make sure everyone within earshot knew how much money he made.

His friends would often confront him about his behavior, but Gavin would just shrug them off with a snide remark. He believed himself to be untouchable and never listened to anyone’s advice. Even those who tried to help him, he would push away without a second thought.

Barclay knew that he needed some more meat for the zoo and guessed he had just found it with Gavin.

Barclay had just left the zoo when he decided to pay an unplanned visit to his employee Michelle’s boyfriend, Gavin, in an attempt to confront him about his abusive behavior towards her. After driving to Gavin’s house and parking his car, Barclay walked over to the backyard and found Gavin swimming leisurely in the pool.

Without a second thought, Barclay approached Gavin and began to discuss Michelle. He reminded Gavin that he had no right to treat her poorly, and from what he had heard from Michelle, Gavin had been nothing but disrespectful and cruel towards her.

Gavin rolled his eyes and laughed at Barclay’s suggestion to stop the abuse and be kind to Michelle. “What are you, her savior now? Mind your business,” he taunted as he splashed water in Barclay’s direction.

Barclay was taken aback by Gavin’s attitude and lack of accountability for his abusive behavior. “Your behavior is unacceptable, Gavin. You’re putting Michelle in danger, and that’s something I won’t stand idly by for,” he firmly declared.

But Gavin just shrugged and said, “Michelle’s a big girl. She can handle her own problems.”

Barclay sighed in frustration as he realized Gavin just wasn’t ready to listen. He took a deep breath and tried to reason with him once more. “I implore you to change your ways, Gavin. Michelle deserves to be treated with respect and kindness. Don’t be the reason she suffers any longer,” he pleaded.

But Gavin just scoffed and dismissed what Barclay was saying. “Whatever, man. You should go now. I have better things to do than listen to moral lectures from you.” Gavin turned his back to Barclay and swam to the other end of the pool, disregarding the conversation entirely.

Feeling defeated, Barclay turned around and pondered his next move. He felt angry and frustrated that Gavin had refused to take responsibility for his abusive conduct and just signed his own death warrant.

Barclay couldn’t believe how arrogant and dismissive Gavin had been during his visit. He wasn’t quite ready to leave yet and stood by as Gavin climbed out of the pool and made his way over to a sun lounger where he laid back, lit a cigar, and kicked up his feet.

Barclay watched from a distance as Gavin took a few puffs from his cigar and let out a cloud of smoke. He felt anger rising within him as he couldn’t believe that Gavin was acting so carelessly after what he had just been confronted about.

Barclay took a few steps toward Gavin and spoke in a low, firm voice. “Gavin, I think it’s time you take what I said seriously. You can’t just dismiss Michelle’s pleas for help.”

Gavin gave him a nonchalant glance before muttering, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Michelle’s just being dramatic.”

Barclay’s frustration was at its peak when he heard those words. Gavin’s callous disregard for Michelle and her safety infuriated him. “She’s not being dramatic, Gavin. As her employer, I have a responsibility to look out for her well-being, and I will not tolerate any abuse towards her from anyone, not even you,” he firmly stated.

However, Gavin merely snorted and took another drag of his cigar. “Whatever keeps you up at night, old man. But I don’t think a little love tap here and there is considered abuse,” he quipped with a smug grin.

Barclay knew he should walk away from the situation before it escalated any further but knew what his plan was. He took one last look at Gavin before turning around and picking up a heavy rock from behind Gavin and bringing it crashing down on his head. Gavin let out an “oomph” and blood splattered as Barclay rained blow after blow down on him, after around fifteen blows Gavin lay dead his face unrecognizable but his fine body still intact.

Barclay had no guilt over killing Gavin, he was an arrogant son of a bitch that wouldn’t be missed and wasted little time in dragging the body back to his pick up and conveying it back to the zoo.

When Barclay arrived back at the zoo, he was relieved to see Michelle’s face. He walked over to her and was surprised to find her beaming with happiness, much different from how she was earlier in the day.

“Hey, Michelle. You seem to be in higher spirits,” Barclay said with a smile.

Michelle beamed even wider and replied, “I am! After you left, something amazing happened. I just had this amazing feeling not so long ago that the abuse was going to stop!”

Barclay was intrigued and asked her to explain.

“I went to the coffee shop around the corner and on the walk back heard someone telling me it was all going to be ok” Michelle explained, her eyes glistening with hope.

Barclay couldn’t have been happier as he smiled to himself, the abuse was definitely over, and Michelle was going to be free.

“That’s fantastic, Michelle. I’m glad you feel like that.” he replied with a gentle smile.

Michelle nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, it was incredible!”

Barclay could see the difference in Michelle’s demeanor almost immediately. She had a newfound confidence and was ready to take on anything that came her way.

“I have an important meeting so make sure I’m not disturbed please.” Barclay said as he disappeared into his private quarters and removed Gavin’s body from the truck.

Gavin was laid out on a metal table as Barclay grabbed some knives and began the process of dismembering the young man’s body.

With the task now finished Gavin lay in six parts, his head, two arms and legs and his torso. Barclay had already decided that the other big cats minus the lions and tigers would be the receivers of Gavin’s flesh.

Once the zoo had closed feeding time had begun and he conveyed Gavin’s torso into the Mountain Lion enclosure and watched as the two beasts conveyed on the torso and began to pull chunks of flesh from it as they gorged until they were full.

The flesh from his limbs was cut away and into large chunks that was thrown to the zoo’s other big cats whilst Gavin’s head and remains were given to the Hyena’s who wasted little time in devouring what remained of the arrogant young man.