"Christ, minimum wage for this!" the assistant mumbled as he sorted through the hundreds of litigation papers. He shifted a stack to his right and noticed one labelled 'URGENT'. He flipped open the manilla brief and took a look at what the report inside read.

"Oh shit." He said softly.

"What a fucking month!" Dirk Digglin said as he paced his empty office. BioTrek had been one of the largest producers of common household chemicals and pharmeceuticals for fifty years, and it was only now that they faced complete meltdown. As it happened, one of their most common products, RestRelaxin, was charged as being the primary ingredient that allowed hundreds upon thousands of sexual assaults, rapes, tortures, and even deaths to occur across the globe. The medicine, when mixed with common kool-aid powder, had a quadruple the potentcy of Viagra and GHB. The scandal had reached legendary porportions, as even the FDA was found complicit in approving the drug, most notably so several of its board members could indulge in, what the courts called, 'sick BDSM fantasies that could, up until now, only be found described in such detail on the internet'.

"Sir, uh, you should see this!" Dirk's assistant yelled as he ran into the office waving the brief.

"What is it?"

"Well, uh, you know how that mob of feminists marched on, and then burned down our labs after the reports of tens of thousands of cheerleaders being drugged and then coerced into servicing football teams or the nerdy jock or the teacher or their best frien--"

"Yes. Yes, I don't need to re-hash those details."

"And you know how we destroyed everything relating to the drug after the meltdowns in the courts?"

"Yes."

"Well, uh, it looks like a batch of the drug went missing."

"What?!"

The assistant turned the brief over to the vice president. It was an inventory count and a memo. The inventory count was from the night of the riots on the BioTrek labs, noting that a case of BioTrek RestRelaxin had been sent to a pharmacy at Bullcock University. The memo was from the pharmacy, requesting another case, as theirs hadn't arrived.

"Oh shit. Where is that missing case? We have to find it before it gets into the wrong hands!" Dirk said. Unfortunately, it was at this exact moment of panicky realization that an elite squad of Government agents crashed in through the windows to apprehend the soon-to-be-death-row'd executive.

Bullcock University was a small college just outside of Rockhard N.Y.. It was very well known for its varied, impressive sports programs, and was the source of many professional atheletes across the United States. It also suffered from the dubious distinction of 'most porn star professions per graduating class', as summarized in a study comissioned by its sociology department. Nevertheless, with it's ivy clad red-brick gothic towers, grassy sports fields, and rowdy fraternities, Bullcock was a stunning example of the American collegiate life.

Lola Gertunnd knew she was early as she drove her red firebird into the Bullcock University gym parking lot. It was getting to be dark, and as she drove in she accidentally smashed off a side-mirror from a Jeep in the stall next to hers -- the only other car in the lot. Lola sighed at her incompetence with left hand drive and quickly exited the car, waltzing into the gym to pick up her boyfriend.

Lola was a foreign exchange student from Germany who was studying a liberal arts degree at Bullcock. She was an impressive example of German genes -- large breasts, bright flowing blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and a slim figure. She also hardly spoke a word of english. This was no problem for her, though, as her family was more than generous with her monthly allowance, and her boyfriend Gus was more than satisfied with her good looks to get by on a relationship.

As Lola tottered inside the darkened building in her tight dress, Gus' lettermans jacket, and tall stillettos, she hardly took an ESL thought to the man who followed her. As she clacked inside, she was still unaware of the killer sneaking up behind her. With a flourish of his black coat, the man swiftly moved a chloroform soaked cloth over Lola's mouth.

"Ach! Mmmphf!" Lola choaked, but soon she slumped into the arms of her attacker. Using a length of nylon rope, the intruder tied Lola up and stuffed her unconcious body beneath the receptionists desk -- providing a bottled water next to her, just to be nice.

Hoisting a black duffel bag over his shoulder, the killer moved further into the gym, towards his prey...

Gus was a stud, no doubt about it. The captain of the varsity wrestling team, Gus had it all. He was one of the big men on campus, and almost everywhere he went, his reputation -- both on the field and off -- preceded him.

It had been a long day at practice. Everyone had gone home for the night, while Gus had stayed behind to do another set at the weight machines before cooling off with a quick swim in the pool. As he climbed out of the water, he caught his reflection in the mirror.

"Damn, man." He said, admiring the sight of himself. He was 21, and stood 6'2" tall with short, spikey black hair, a killer tan and ample amounts of dark stubble on his square-jawed faced. His body was a solid brick wall of 210 lbs of perfect muscle. His big arms and square shoulders showed the results of consistent training, as did his thick, round, hairless pecs. Below his impressive chest were his rippling eight-pack abs, also devoid of hair. His waist was tight, with a hot ass that just begged for attention. His overly-muscled thighs and calves gleamed in the light from the evaporating moisture.

It was no wonder, then, that Gus had been approached several times by a dozen fitness magazines for a photoshoot and write up, but he had always declined. He never knew what kind of people bought those magazines, and in his mind his bod was only for the chicks.

He scoped out his incredible muscular body one more time, admiring his thick neck, tight stomach and huge biceps, before turning his attention down to the real show of the hour -- the giant flaccid dick and baseball sized nads packing his too-small baby-blue speedo. Gus was proud of his sports achievements, that was for sure, but his sexual conquests numbered no other. The German broad he was seeing had a good sense of how to handle the big dong, but she still had a bit to learn.

"God damn, where is that bitch Lola?" Gus said, looking out into the windows that faced into the lobby from the pool. Lola was late. It was also too late to call up one of his stand-bys for a quick fuck. He scratched his eight pack and grabbed his towel, figuring that she had probably crashed the damn car again. He was going to have to make-do with a jack-off in the shower. Taking a swig from his water bottle, Gus rubbed his hardening basket and hit the showers.

Little did the muscleboy know, someone else was watching him and his gorgeous body from the darkened lobby.

Inside the tiled shower room, Gus squeezed out of his tiny speedo and sauntered up to one of the heads in all his nude muscularity. The hunk turned on the spray, and relished as it cascaded down his strong, tapered back and across the thick glutes of his ass. He turned his attention to his bulging uncut prick, which was now standing at full attention at a giant foot long. His enormous meat was the envy of every man who was lucky enough to see it. Gus smirked to himself as he started stroking his huge cock, rubbing the head with one hand and moving the other down the beer-can thick shaft. His big, hairless, balls flopped back and forth in the spray of the warm water as Gus began to pump his muscular body into the rythmn of his hands.

Suddenly, Gus heard a voice from the darkened locker room on the other side of the showers. He squinted into the blackness, but couldn't see a thing.

"Turn around, face the wall!" A heavily accented German voice said. It was that of a woman. Gus smiled and did as he was told.

"Fuck yeah, so you finally came eh? Good, 'cause old Gus could use some help over here!" Gus said, releasing his big schlong and turning to face the wall, turning the shower off in the process. He stood waiting.

The killer admired the muscled athlete. The strong back, the steam coming off of his skin, the way he spread his athletic legs so that he could see the fat balls and big dick hanging inbetween. He zipped open his duffel bag and removed his instruments. Using the tape recorder, he pressed play on the pre-recorded voice.

Gus waited impatiently. He was about to turn around when suddenly his arms were pressed up against his back. Before he could speak, a blindfold was placed over his head. Just as quickly, his hands were tied behind him.

"Feeling kinky tonight, Lola? Well look, I don't have time for this shi--" Gus was cut off when a hand reached through his legs and grabbed his giant cock.

"Alright, I like where this is going," Gus said, as he heard a woman speak German behind him. The hands stroked the underside of his thick member before releasing him and turning the hunk around.

"Mmm yeah, why don't you blow me a bit?" Gus said. The killer complied and got to his knees. He faced the monster dick and wrapped his mouth around the throbbing purple head. He sucked it gently at first, and used one of his other hands to massage the enormous hair-free balls of the musclestud. The huge cock was as wide as a coke can, and the killer had trouble fitting the whole head into his mouth. The superstud was definitely one hell of a sex god.

"Fuuuck yeah!" Gus moaned, and thrust his hips into the soft mouth a little more. In the back of his mind, though, he thought that Lola's mouth was different... it felt less... toothy? Whatever the broad was doing though, it felt amazing.

The killer reached his hand between Gus's thick thighs, and felt in between the hunk's big glutes, until he found the entrance to stud's glory hole. He pressed his middle finger in gently, compromising the muscleboy's tight ass.

"Mmmm, that's cool, yeah, just a little bit." Gus said, still revelling in having his big dick sucked on. The finger felt a little weird, though, a little fatter... and didn't Lola have nails?

Soon the killer was getting a rhythm, sucking on the huge 12" tool and thrusting his finger in and out of the stud's tight sphincter. He could tell that Gus was getting close to cumming, and began

to back off of the aching schlong.

"Fuck, Lola, don't stop!" Gus said, evidently liking the restraint. The killer wiped his mouth and clicked a button on the tape recorder.

"Lay down flat on the gound and spread your legs" The female, heavily accented german voice commanded. Gus grinned stupidly and lay his perfect muscleboy body on the cold tile of the shower stall, hands still tied behind his back and blindfold still over his eyes.

"Yeah baby, you gonna mount me now?" Gus said. His bulging unit stuck straight up in the air, and his giant balls flopped between his legs. Water droplets dripped down from his rounded pecs, and his huge arms lay behind his back. The killer stroked his hand all the way along Gus's smooth, muscular body, pinching the hunk's big erect brown nipples and rubbing the stud's tight abs.

"Fuck, Lola, c'mon and fuck me!" Gus said, thrusting his huge prick into the air wantingly. The killer opened his duffel bag and brought out his weapon.

Gus felt cold steel against his huge beer-can thick cock, and soon felt his hefty balls being lifted up and put on something cold as well.

"What the fuck is that? Lola?" Gus said, worringly. The killer smirked and pressed a button on the tape recorder.

"A cock-ring", the voice said.

"Sounds kinky!" Gus replied, never having to need a cock ring in his life, and not really knowing what it was.

The killer had, in fact, placed the blades of a pair of high-quality garden shears around the musclestuds freakishly huge gonads. The big hairless balls all but concealed the large blade that bit ever so slightly into their base, while the top blade rested at the root of Gus' twelve inch monster cock. The hapless over-hung hunk had no idea what was coming.

The killer griped the handles of the shears, and took one last look at the well endowed musclehunk before him.

"FUCK! Lola! I'm not gonna wait around forever!" Gus protested, squirming his chiseled body on the ground.

"Oh, you will!" The killer said, and with a sickening speed, brought the handles together quickly, causing the two blades to slice off their meaty captives! Gus screamed inhumanely as the garden shears de-sexed him of his most prized organs.

They would find the former stud the next morning, still in the shower. As well as Lola, who had managed to open the water bottle with her teeth.

This would be only the start of the BullCock Stalker!