THE HIGH TABLE

ERIK ATLAS 

The men I have killed. 

The list is short, and mostly secret. Like the best kept secrets, these happened in front of many witnesses. People just choose to forget them. People are funny that way. I guess it just makes you feel better when you hang around a beast, but it never makes a man less dangerous. But my surprise happens when cops start surrounding my ranch near Waxahatchie, and the Sheriff comes to the door with a box of Krispy Kreme and wants to have coffee. 

He’s a gent like that. 

Wanted to know why I killed all “those men,” and we had to get into a deeper WTF conversation to get at what he was talking about. Justice unfolds slowly in Texas, and needs to be watered and cared for. 

They showed me shitty footage of the man that went through a fight club in San Antonio and wrecked a group of slobs that pretended to fight on the weekends. A few of them are not really slobs at all but real stacked champs in the area.

The killer calls himself Atlas.

So instead of dropping from the sky with a halo jump and battling me in the back of the barn, the Sheriff decided donuts and coffee would fix this. He’s now assured my coffee making skills are up to snuff and I’m not his killer. They even get a snip of his voice - it’s all Aussie. I was pleased we could drop this whole matter.

And that’s when he says hold on there. There’s been a killing and we need a killer. That’s when it ends, when we have a name on the deed. This whole visit was a gift to me to give me a head start. They were pretty sure a pissed off Atlas could find a killer faster than they could.

So in a couple weeks, the FBI and the rest of the three letter squads will come visit and I’ll be standing trial for all them deaths. Unless of course some confession from someone else could surface in some mostly credible manner.

Mostly credible.

He kindly wished me a nice day, grateful none of this shit made him late for church. So that’s why I’m on a plane to Melbourne, Australia. I’mma beating a confession out of a man, and I know where he lives. He did little to hide all that. Apparently he’s a muscled up sexy thing too. Pity I plan on messing that up for starters.

…

ATLAS BREAKER - MELBOURNE

I catch wind that Erik Atlas has been asking about me, and that he’s heading my way to “ask questions” about San Antonio and why I might have been there? Well, when a man like Altas gets you in his sights, there isn’t much hope for you. Makes me wanna fap my dick right now. So I just get in my car and drive a couple hours into the bush and the countryside and wait for him. Of course it’s the usual place. Many people come here. But I’m the only one that ever leaves. 

I wish I could stop doing all this.

Ok, that’s a lie. I wish I never get caught. But I know what I like. A meeting of two men like us is best in a place where no one can hear you scream. And in this meeting, there will be a lot of blood curdling screams.

I sit in my cabin, waiting patiently for the man who I know will be knocking on my door at any time. I pour a glass of whiskey while I wait.

ERIK ATLAS

I get to his place in the city and I get told by some real nice people that he’s scum and needs killin. Charming. 

They said he knows I’m coming and I should expect a fight. When I asked about guns and if this Atlas has any. They look at me funny. No one here needs guns to be a cunt, mate. True thing said, really. All you really need is an opinion. I pack my Ontario MK 3 Navy Knife. Reliable and expected, strapped to my leg.

Wearing camo undergear and my drab cargo shorts, black military Jumpboots, I’m off to a real slice of Outback. The cabin has a long drive to approach. There is literally no way to sneak in. I like that though. I didn’t bring donuts.

...

ATLAS BREAKER

I'm sure this beast has come prepared, if everything I've heard about him is true, he is brutal down to his very last bone. He's the sort of man I admire like that. It's a scorching hot day, the sun is high and shines over everything, which makes his car slowly driving up the road pretty obvious. It’s occasions like this when the desert sucks time out of a moment. It seems his truck takes forever to get here. 

I swing open the door to greet him outside. My arms open wide, a big smile on my face and a flicker of a boner in my black shorts. I call out to him "Buddy, I've got a mouthguard if you want one!" I say with a laugh and a chuckle

ERIK ATLAS

There he is, shirtless, shiny black compression shorts. Friendly as sunshine in spring. I get a whiff of whisky and maybe more - he's made peace with his gawds I guess. Mouth guard? Like we're here to roll and have some drinks. Starting this fight rightly, I PUSH you back, eclipsing your face with my massive hand. It's not my usual to refuse hospitality, but I been stabbed in many places.

I pull my phone and lay it on the side table on the porch as the wind rips across. Hit >record< ..."See, Buddy. I was hoping you'd tell me a story about San Antonio. I drink up your booze and take your story back where I came from. And you face the feds for multiple homicides. " I step closer, chest to chest.

"Or we look into other means of settling this.." My hand goes out. It's a tradition. "I'm Erik. Erik Atlas."

Blue eyes burn into yours

...

ATLAS BREAKER

"Ahhh San Antonio was a lot of fun" I say to him, staring deep into his blue eyes. He's standing close to me, I can smell that beautiful chemical musk that comes from a man that size. "I'd tell you all about it, happy to share my exploits...but you don't exactly strike me as a cop" I say to him as I take a step closer.

I stroll over to the other side of the porch, sit down on a bench, and pat the bench next to me to indicate that he should sit. I look out across the harsh land, and start scratching my balls.

ERIK ATLAS

"OH no, not a cop. That's more like regular work. I'm the accused, and well, I'd like my name cleared." I come and sit next to you… "So... you killed those bikers in San Antonio. Anyone else we need to bury proper?" 

ATLAS BREAKER

The big lug of a man comes to sit by my side, like a good dog he is. "Ohhh I know you're the accused, I made sure of that by using the name Atlas" I take a pause, another sip of whiskey and offer him my glass. I look over at him and say "tell me Erik, how many bikers did they find?"

ERIK ATLAS

"Eight... but they don't count so good. So I expect some drift." I grab your glass. Sip it proper and hand it back. "Now I'm not a detective or nothing, but I have this itchy suspicion this was all about getting me here. I mean I do have an ego, that’s expected. But, I know when breadcrumbs are laid out. Easy ways to find a man. So you got me out here. Tell me that story....”

ATLAS BREAKER

"hahaha, no they don't count so good. I'm guessing they didn't find the three in Houston did they?" I rest my meaty hand on my visitor’s thick thigh, rubbing it and feeling the beef underneath the camo shorts, inching my fingers into his inner thighs.

"You'd be right, I wanted to get you here...you've got so many kills under your belt and you seem to get away with it" I say as I look at you with admiration. "But, here in a country where everything can kill you...can you get away with it?"

ERIK ATLAS

Your hand edging up my leg, oh yea , makes my snake dance some. But not enough to kiss you. *Did you have to be so fucking handsome?* You got some great looks and thick muscle - all the right things. But you’re about as convenient as a flip phone in a cave. My life is upside down and the Feds want to assign me a cell mate for kicks. "Shit...." I spit on the dirt. "I thought you did your homework." I stand up. "Bitch, I'm hard to kill." ‘’We better get started’’

A BIG BOOT hits your chest rocking you off the bench!

I strip off my shirt!

"Maybe you should just get up and bring it..."

ATLAS BREAKER

Getting up off the floor of the porch, I dust myself off, and stand up to meet his stare. "Look around you brother...there are snakes, spiders, sharks, all kinds of shit that can kill you. And if they don't get you, the heat of the sun and desolate land will!"

I raise my massive arms up to my side and walk around in a circle. "All around you is death....and you don't know what surprises I might have hidden around here. You DIE here!" I say with a wink in my eye.

Your think muscled chest is already glistening with sweat. It catches my eye and gets me aroused. I pull my arm back, and swing it hard as hell, right at your chest and heart...hoping it will make your heart skip a beat.

ERIK ATLAS 

You come up to me and make some bold words about this place. Looks like Waco - and yur eyes play on my chest. THAT FIST FIRES,... THUUUMMPF!... I plant my feet and take the hit! Your hand hits an IRON pec muscle that barely shakes on impact. OH yea I sure felt that, and not planning on taking too many hits powered by a 26" arm...

A red mark wells up there but I take a deep breath... "MY turn!" I Grab your head and DRIVE my knee into your lower abs lifting your heels from the planks of the porch. After the hit, tossing your down the stairs. You hit the dirt... walking down after you.,..

ATLAS BREAKER

He makes solid contact with my rock hard abs. They take the hit well, but the momentum of his attack sends me into the dirt. Which is fine by me, I'm a dirty fighter after all. He's standing at the top of the steps on the porch… I charge! And we hit! 

My shoulder digging into his abs as I spear tackle him, sending him flying backwards. He crashes through the door, landing with a massive THUD on his back underneath my massive frame. You land in the living room. 

Home sweet home, or some bullshit. I never gave a dingo turd about the place enough to decorate, ok, a vase here and there that used to be a mason jar or Vegemite can, too many whisky bottles. This cabin is for luring muscle men to fight and die. One room cabin, with a bed if you like sleeping with spiders, a table with 4 rickety old chairs round it, one chair at the head of the table for me. There’s a dead old TV and on the dresser my toolbox. 

Toolbox.
It’s a bucket of fun, you should try it. 

ERIK ATLAS 

I come down the steps and you show the muscle power you got hiding in that huge body, we HIT in the guts flying back! We crash through the door, 600 pounds of muscle slamming into it reducing it to firewood! 

You land on me... we’re still rolling! Putting my knee under ur gut, I'm not ready for you on top that easily. I KICK you over my head on impact rolling you deep into the house. I snap to my feet. Follow you into a living room, not a picture of squalor, but it's bleak.

ATLAS BREAKER

We go crashing into the cabin, he kicks me over him as we tumble into the living room. My tools scatter.  I roll over onto all four, at the same time he does. Fuck he's a handsome bloke. "Welcome to my death cabin...its not much, but it will do for two brutes like us" I say to him.

There's not much to it. A bed in one corner, a small kitchen in another. A table & chair, and a couch. "It does me well though for when I drag men back here to meet their final demise"

ERIK ATLAS 

I’m kinda amazed, you look like a normal muscle stud, and then your mouth opens and just creepy shit comes out. "I'm not big into demise." You're up on all fours and those arms look huge from this angle. I launch and lunge, getting my chest on top of your head and rapidly pivoting to your back, driving you face first into the floor. My HUGE chest and 300 pounds of Iron muscle pinning you flat... A smothering muscle pressure, body heat wave and flush of manscent hits you as I mount your back. I pivot again now at your side KNEE STRIKE into your ribs!

ATLAS BREAKER

The knee to the ribs hurts a bit, but I've taken so many knees in the past, I just brush it off. I can see the cunt is aiming to do another knee strike, he lands on my back but we keep rolling. With the momentum I lift my ass fast and rolls him off my back scrambling. He’s not my first victim to object to bein ended. I land on him pinning him underneath me. I hook my legs underneath his, giving him little room to move. We're chest to chest, head in each other's necks, and crotch to crotch! still rolling and snarling I can tell this will be a battle!

ERIK ATLAS

Your ribs and core are solid... I'm patient and can break that. You sweep me to my back with some good power display, mounting me and working to lock a grapevine. My hips turn, getting his thigh to land in my legs, they wrap his near thigh, two 33" quads trapping one of yours in a vise of power.... HUGE right fist rocking your head pushing you to your side, rocking you to your back, my chest landing on your face...

ATLAS BREAKER

The fist to my face has some heat on it, and we land in reverse positions now, with his heaving chest on my face and me on my back. I can smell and taste the sweat from him which is getting me hard. It’s time to feel real muscle. “I got you big man…” There’s a loud thump on his back as I wrap my thick tree trunk arms around his torso, lock my hands together and start squeezing hard on his ribs. 

“Can you guess how those men in Houston died?” I have huge roided up arms and they crush with sick amounts of practice. I've punctured so many men's ribs this way...including four of the men in San Antonio.... and I know this is going to give him hell. My eyes look into his as I watch him figure out his life ends here!

ERIK ATLAS 

My fist rides back ready to hammer your face into chop steaks when your arms clamp around me hard! UGH! (sure I get cocky in the circuit, few men have the mass to make a bearhug a serious attack on me and fewer still know how to use it.)

 My SPINE kinks under his arms and I feel my breath rip out of me in a groan. His body is a hard anvil I'm being crushed against... "AWUGHhh!" I thought this was a fuckin joke... not laughing... My hand on your face shoving it aside and with my other arm pushing to get that grip lower on my back...

ATLAS BREAKER

"I'll break your back and cripple you stud! TAP, I dare you! TAAPP" I say to him as he pushes my face trying to get free "Even if you do tap stud, I won't let go, I want to break you and watch the life drain from your eyes!"

I take a deep breath, get oxygen in my lungs for the next push. I re-adjust my hand lock, and squeeze even harder this time, really applying the pressure on him. I shift and shift never letting you get used to the placement. As I do, I can feel his rock hard cock getting harder and pushing into me.

ERIK ATLAS 

You feel my thick body flexing hard, protecting myself from this crush, my legs loosening on your leg to get position over you ...and AWUGHhhfukk! I get crushed flat on top of you! You joke about me tapping... fuck if THAT's happening... Your thick arms crank on me hard shifting, not just a titanic squeeze, it's moving around me. I PUSH your chin back and HAMMER YOUR FACE with punches raining down - 23" arm serious about getting the fuck out of this!

ATLAS BREAKER

The beast is getting angry as he is raining hammer punches down onto my face. One after another and my nose starts pissing blood. With one final hammer hit, I let go of my grip around him and push him off me. I rub my face and get myself back together. I look directly at him, and spit blood that sprays all over his face.

ERIK ATLAS 

I roll off and gasp a clean breath... RED spray splatters my face... charmer.. I roll and get my forearm over my face, wiping my eyes clean, snapping to my feet, getting up and ready... yur right on me and I drop level and SCOOP your crotch LIFT and POWER SLAM on to the floor with ME coming down on TOP of you! BOOOOMMMM the house shakes like there's a basement down below... all the furnishings shake and Nick nacks and whisky bottles fall...

ATLAS BREAKER

That slam was like an earthquake. Two massive beats come slamming down at the same time, rattling and breaking stuff everywhere. As I land on the floor, a bottle rolls towards my side, I roll over, pick it up and smash it over his head "told you I'll fight dirty cunt" I say as it makes him bleed like a fucker.

ERIK ATLAS 

CRASH,... Ughhhfucker... My head explodes in pain and drop on top of you, showering shards of pottery and blood... I grab your other wrist pinnning it to the floor. Trying to keep you under me while my head clears, dazed from the nasty hit...

ATLAS BREAKER

You put your weight underneath my forearm that feels like it’s going to snap. You dig your weight into it further until “CRAAACK” a bone breaks and I scream in excruciating pain

Even in immense pain I look at you and say “We can do this all day if you like fucker”

ERIK ATLAS 

Grabbing at things on the floor, my head spinning from the damage from repeated bottles… That list of men flashes in my eyes, the list of men I ended. I get the whole idea here… I came here to fuck this guy up. I really had no intent to collect him from the desert and take him to justice in Texas. I’m ending this fucker.

And right now, I’m motivated to get fucking nasty!

I scoop up a handful of shards my hand slams over your face GRINDING into your eyes nose and mouth. Glass, broken pottery, and other shit on an Australian floor end up grinding into your face! My knee craves a mean road between your legs and buried your stones in your pelvic bone! You howl in pain, just in time to get more glass and shit in your mouth! Blood running down my face right now and blood on my hands. There’s no turning back!

ATLAS BREAKER

As this fucker is grinding glass and shit into my face, making me bloody as hell. With both of my hands, I grab hold of one his his hands, shove two fingers into my mouth and clamp my might jaw shut, biting two of his fingers right off. I spit them out onto the floor as blood pisses out from his hand.

I stand up, towering over him with my massive frame, and deliver a hard soccer kick right to his skull

ERIK ATLAS
AUFGHHHH FUCKER!!! Biting my hand, I feel very serious damage happening. Hand in hellish pain but your face is scrubbed murder! My head rocks back as you get the fuck up. Kicked back over and landing on my back. You see my huge chest heaving as my hand bleeds on me and everything I grab. Eyes rolling and dazed from that kick.

My hand fumbles and finds the knife at my leg. I see you coming at me before I can get it undone. I kick your knee sending you to the floor. Crawling from you I PULL the dresser down on top of you! The toolbox on top crashes on you scattering shit everywhere… Reaching for a hammer that scattered on the floor.

ATLAS BREAKER
A massive THUD rings out as my mausoleum frame hits the ground. Followed by an almighty SMASH breaks over my body. I push aside loads of wood and crap of my heaving body! I wait for him to be all over me, but he’s got his own pains! Good!

I catch my breath from the attack. He’s moving across the room towards something, so I grab a thick piece of wood, swing it and break it across his massive back. His wide, thick lats take the impact.

I see his exposed hard, thick, dense muscled back which makes my cock throb with excitement! I’m going to ride that back! I’m going to fuck that ass.

ERIK ATLAS
My hand closes on the hammer. It's a piece of shit, old and I feel the head jiggling on the shaft, but it's good and heavy - then UGHHHGH! - I get hit on my back and see splinters everywhere. It HURTS... but I can tell you have no clue how much damage my back can take....

Dropped to one knee from the hit! I take a breath digging deep to power! I PIVOT on my knee, and SWING this shitty hammer madly behind me. I SLAM you in the shin with that hammer with an audible CRAKKKK. no clue if I broke it, but I can sure tell it HURT. 

Your left arm is at a weird angle and can tell you got hurt there, but the wild look on your face of a feral killing machine is still there. I feel blood trickling down my back from that hit. I lunge at you driving you to the floor on your back... ME ON TOP! You swing AT ME madly and I aim a hammer swing AT YOUR HAND aiming to bust that bitch to pieces!

ATLAS BREAKER

That hammer hit to my shin, hurts like hell. As I'm falling onto my back, clinging onto my shin as I can't put weight on it, this fucker keeps at it. I see the swing of the hammer coming my way a second time, and I quickly get my hand out of its trajectory. We're in close quarters, not a lot of room to move, so I need to make maximum damage, and quick or I'm dead! 

With my other hand, I punch his throat, trying to smash his Adam's apple. I clench my hand around his windpipe... I don't want to just choke him...I want to break and crush it. My forearms ripple as I squeeze my meaty fingers, dig my nails in around his windpipe drawing blood. My forearm flexing, the muscles tense trying to end his life.

ERIK ATLAS
I put you on your back and you evade the clumsy swing at your hand. His hand clamp on my neck, thumbs crossed over my Adam’s apple, feeling the scruff of my travel beard shadow - huge hand power engages and forearms ripple CHOKING ME blocking my breath! I feel blood trickling down my neck as your nails tear skin and crush my neck hard. I FLEX my thick muscled neck! A ragged breath drags through my airway in spite of your efforts.

Your hands are all busy, mine are NOT. I SMACK you in the forehead with that shitty hammer. THUMMBK! The noise is half concussion/half that piece-of-shit-hammer breaking. I'm left with the shaft of the hammer handle! YOUR ARMS LIFTED JUST ENOUGH FOR ME TO stab INTO YOUR ARMPIT with that handle hitting your radial nerve under your arm! my free hand peels your fingers off my neck!

Your eyes rolling back after the forehead hit, that point between your eyes bleeding. I give you a sick preview of what my mind wants to do and GRIND my crotch into yours as you reel there near knocked out, a hammer handle stabbing into your super-sensitive pit!!

ATLAS BREAKER
The blow to the skull with the hammer has seriously dazed me, I can’t see and my head is spinning. This fucker is going to destroy me, I think to myself. Then, I feel a sharp but dull pain in my arm pit as he’s stabbed me, I loose sensation in my arm, and I can feel blood pooling around me. He’s missed the artery, but the pain is intense as I gasp for air, my giant pecs heaving, trying to recover and reset myself.

His cock grinds on mine, and I grab his ass with my good working hand…I lay there helpless and horny….i try to use sex so he takes pity on me…I kiss his neck in a dazed state, enjoying 

his massive roided body crushing mine

ERIK ATLAS
We grind against each other and you fucking kiss MY NECK… that revs my engines, but in my current mood 'ou might not like that right now! My hips draw back and my mind plays through some pretty nasty hate fuck plans as our cock swim through and blood and sweat. STILL gagging from that throat shot, wanting to maul you. You wanted lovey sweet hellos on the porch a half hour earlier, and I know where that was going.

You want brutal affection, I got plenty for you. My huge arms close around your body and both of my hands GRIP that hammer handle! My left hand is mangled and my grip is shit, but the weapon in hand will forgive some of that - I HUG driving that handle into your ribs like a wedge separating them with a single SQUEEZE

My thick arms around your body still strong as fuck, and the mortal engines of adrenaline firing my power hard! I Feel two cracks like drum beats inside you! THIS IS LIFE AND DEATH… my mouth BITES your neck!! TASTING SWEAT, BLOOD, AND DIRT.

ATLAS BREAKER

Laying in the floor, I give out a mighty ROOOAR as he bites into my neck, blood pouring out over me and onto the floor, doing more damage to my massive body. Feeling myself being drained of all my strength, there is little room to move. He keeps squeezing my thick muscled torso, cracking ribs as he goes, but my cock only gets harder and thicker as he does more damage to me.

Smelling his musk, and is getting more and more covered in blood, now is the time to strike with force, or face death. I run my hands down his wide lats, feeling his ripped obliques and his thick and meaty ass. I run my hands down his thighs as his teeth are still in my flesh. I feel the strap on his leg, unclip it, and grab his trusty blade. I raise it slightly in the air, and drive it up into his thick meaty lat. literally stabbing him in his back with his weapon.

ERIK ATLAS 

I FEEL HIS RIBS GIVING OUT AND FINALLY HE LETS OUT A ROAR OF PAIN, GASPING OUT TO NEARLY NOTHING. Then the gasping horror, I feel you grab my knife. I scramble to let go and free my hands and it’s not in time - beyond the embarrassment of being attacked with my own weapon - the blade carves into my lat hard AUGHHH!! My head rocks back as i wail in pain. You feel my huge muscled body on top of you writhing in pain!

I thrash my hands free and GRAB your right arm pinning it to the floor, fighting for the weapon. My mangled left hand holding your right hand down, my right hand plows through the detritus from your tool box on the floor. I feel something cold and steel and squarish… a staple gun??

Our eyes meet - I grin. I have NO IDEA if it’s loaded but one way to find out. I know this isn’t lethal, but it always sounds like it. I sit up and place the head of the hefty stapler and pull the trigger KA-CHUKK!! Well looky there, it’s got ½” staples in it! I discharge one into your sternum! **Oh that’s gonna hurt!**

On the side of your neck aiming for that pulse line!! KA-CHUKK!!KA-CHUKK!!KA-CHUKK!!KA-CHUKK!!KA-CHUKK!!KA-CHUKK!!KA-CHUKK!!

You finally let go of the knife and I toss aside the stapler wrenching the knife free from you!

ATLAS BREAKER
“Fuuuccck!!!” Scream out as those staples bury themselves into my body and neck, just missing the artery but now I’m bleeding from both sides of my neck

I see the blade in your hand, and without hesitation I move swiftly for it, I know in your hands, it could mean the end of my life. I grab your wrist with one hand, and your forearm with the other. I quickly twist my body into yours, trapping your arm underneath my armpit. I squeeze my lat down on your arm, and squeeze and twist your wrist and arm into unnatural positions.

"drop it, or I snap your arm cunt!" I yell out to you....giving you the choice. Or at least the illusion of choice, cos I want desperately to snap your arm anyway...the more pain I put you in the more turned on I get.

ERIK ATLAS 

You go for twisting my wrist trying for qa kimmura or some shit. Your arms and coordination is shit.  I shove my arm deeper into the hold spoiling your leverage on my elbow and we ROLL. I fucked up your ribs and NOW you're swimmin in my sharktank... HUGE legs swallow your waist as we float the danger over the knife. My legs clamp around your body and you get to witness why they call THIS the Deathsqueeze!

Clamped on your ribs tight! the separated ribs grinding damage on damage and the titanic crush driving out your breath... the threat of more broken ribs is very real . PULSE of pressure shifting an inch and then ANOTHER - over and over. Not just a squeeze, a writhing chewing pair of legs each the size of your waist grinding through you. the added pressure making your bleeding grow.

The knife falls from my hands and lands tumbling 12 feet away. you're in the CRUSH and got me in a merciless mood... POP BUST! more parts breaking inside you!

ATLAS BREAKER

These tree trunk legs, wrapped around my body like two massive pythons are pure 100% roided muscle. I can see the quads flex, showing off the thick, dense muscle underneath the skin. Veins are popping like crazy in his thighs...I rub my hand over his muscles to feel and worship them. The dull pain feels like he is going to snap me in half.

I try to get my hands underneath them...but I cant manage the pain...all I can feel is my ribs getting crushed...pushed closer and closer together. I grit my teeth...I GROWLLL through them...trying to suck in air while I can, but I can't get enough in to sustain my massive body

ERIK ATLAS 

I feel your body failing slowly. Your ribs going slowly and now your organs going to be in trouble soon. I Grab your near arm and HAUL you over slamming you face down! Your huge upper body looking even bigger now that I'm carving through your waist! 

You feel thick muscle turn to IRON around you I work those crushing pythons higher on your body SQUEEEEEZING deeper. Your near arm working into a hammerlock, OH yea I wanna wreck your shoulder, but this position limits your ability to breathe even more! I'm flirting with exhaustion - the stab in my back is bleeding and the pain is adding up hard. ONE BRUTAL CRUSHING PULSE carving you in half!

ATLAS BREAKER

I'm trapped, no leverage, bones being crushed, organs being squeezed. His legs are deadly, and now I'm sure he's had many men in this position before. I can see on his face how much he enjoys it. Did those other men get out? How? What did they do? My arm is locked behind me, and he's pushing it putting a tonne of pressure on my shoulders....feels like my shoulder will pop!

Blood is pooling underneath my face...drip drip drip...the more he applies pressure, the more blood comes out of me. I'm feeling weak...I turn to look at him. He's still handsome as fuck, even with his face covered in blood. He reaches over to me, and starts pulling out the staples from my neck...one by one...I start bleeding more, like snake bites covering my neck

He puts the staples into my mouth...all of them he's pulled out of my body and say "chew them cunt...eat them up!"

ERIK ATLAS 

Staples in your mouth... I'm careful enough. This rabid ape bites.... You put me through shit here... hurts and I'm gonna need reconstruction to get back into the world. And this is your torture hall. Let's see if you can take what you dish out. I cast about a glance... toolbox fruitful bounty of evil. Screwdriver! Right tool for the right job!

You're still locked face down, hammerlocked and I feel another rib BUST under my constricting CRUSH! the hammerlock lifts your shoulder blade up just enough... Shifting my hand grip I get the screwdriver in my free hand STAB under your shoulder blade!

DRIVING THAT PHILLIPS HEAD POINT deep under your shoulder blade.. OH no no not lethal. but going to HURT ... the radial nerve stab is less than this perfect agony!

ATLAS BREAKER
"ARRGGG FUUKKKK!" I yell out as he stabs me from behind. It burns, it kills, and he's done it to me again. This monster is literally tearing me apart limb from limb. Tears well up in my eyes. My ribs are cracking and caving in....I have no idea how many ribs he's cracked now...I don't know if my body could even hold up my massive 133kgs body weight if I tried to stand up...not that there is any hope of that right now

I'm beginning to loose feeling in my arm, and it surely doesn't have any power now. Whilst in pain and being stabbed, I've swallowed the staple. I grit my teeth as I look at him again...I want him to know I won't ever give up. As I stare at him, I open my mouth to prove I've swallowed them....he smiles...so I spit blood all over his face.

ERIK ATLAS

You SPIT in my face.... few men alive even know what unbridled RAGE this one act does to me!

The memory of the crowds at Baylor spitting on me after they found out I'm a homo, ending my pro career, ending my fake stupid marriage, ending my life in Texas ENDING EVERYTHING and they got to SPIT on ME??

Fuck years of therapy, fuck all the feel good words, I'm hurting this fucker!!!

"SPIT ON ME??? You try to ruin my life and rep and now you SPIT on ME??!!"

I PULL out the screwdriver - you get FLIPPED over onto your back! My legs open and I STAB inside the orbit of your pelvic bone - the psoas juncture a very very sensitive spot, probably the most sensitive on a man - the shaft of the screw driver BURIES into your hip bone. I SNAP IT OFF!!!

Pulling you back into the crush, MY LEGS swallow YOU LIKE A MONSTER and the crush resumes double!! BUT NOW THE SNAPPED OFF SHAFT OF THE SCREWDRIVER IN YOUR PELVIS ERUPTS PAIN UNENDING WITH EVERY SHAKE AND JIGGLE.

I trap your near arm under me, my good right fist SLAMS into your face~! OVER AND OVER AND OVER punches driven by a 23" arm, and years of pent up rage!!!!

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EVERY muscle fibre in my body is on fire! I try to scream in pain, but every time I do, another heavy punch collides with my face. My think wall of abs is no use against his legs that are crushing me...I can't put up any resistance because of the screwdriver that is lodged in my pelvis. The pain from the screwdriver is so intense, I'm on the edge of passing out...I try to breath through it, but with every breath, I cough up blood.

With every punch to my face, my neck bounces backwards, giving me whiplash. My face starts to swell immediately. By checkbones inflate, my eye is bloody and swelling shut, my lips are busted. I'm a mess, not much left in the tank, I bit off more than I can chew with this guy, and now I'm paying for it...ten fold.

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I try to stop myself - the damage to your face is worsening with every hammering hit. Blood splattering around my knuckles. Sweat runs off me in rivers now. A good manstink of anger and fear and sweat - ready to piss on you! My gagging from that throat punch finally subsiding…

NOW… I have plans. You can barely see I wager. I get off you and HUG your wrist to my chest, dropping back, my legs over you working your arm between my legs in an armbar. Why/ Because I wanna HURT you that’s why! That thick 26” arm is a massive feat of build and NOW gonna be useless when I’m done. I feel your mass fighting me, even if your will isn’t into it. I DROP back lifting my hips, working brutal leverage on your elbow!

I LIFT my hips another inch and your elbow SHREDS, the joint coming apart! Your left pit stabbed with the hammer, your right elbow shredding under this superior leverage. Helpless? I want you to cry for mercy. Your pelvis is still invaded by that screwdriver shaft.

cracking AND SHREDDING SNAPS sound in this bleak room...

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My left arms is trapped between his meaty legs, resting on his thick and engorged cock…the joint creaking under the pressure. I try to fight it off, but he’s drained me off all my power.

As it SNAPSSS…. I let out a blood curdling scream…”AARRGGG” as I spit blood out of my mouth, covering my face in it. With my right arm I reach around trying to hold my shattered shoulder, trying to comfort it

I never would have thought years of weight lifting, steroids, and bodybuilding would have rendered me so useless. I look over at him, through bloody eyes, that are almost closed shut from swelling, and has still got the devil inside him.

ERIK ATLAS
You groan and scream as your elbow joint shatters, your shoulder blade, stabbed... blood still running down my back from your cut on my lat. Everyone knows the raider rules - Rape before kill, pillage before burn... You should know this road well you sick fuck. Wiping spit from my face... still simmering a cooking rage. I TWIST your arm before releasing it! your elbow parts grins on each other. Kicking you out of this arm shredder, i finally grab your boots... standing, I pull them off one by one.

YOUR PANTS COME OFF

and now so do mine... my cock throbbing hard, swinging ready... "Considering your a murdering piece of scum... I'll forget the lube tonight." i chuckle. I warnt planning it neither, but the mail gotta be delivered...

I roll you over face down. Your broken joints and ribs scrape inside you as you land on your chest, your pelvis in savage pain! I land on your back, my thick chest on your shoulders. My weight driving your hips into the floor!!

You feel my cock INVADE... swelling thick and DEEP inside your ass RIGHT UP MAIN STREET!

Hammering and fucking you - FEELS good and simmers the anger and hate into a concerto of screams as your injuries amplify a hundredfold as i fuck you without mercy!

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The CRUSHHH of his body weight when he lands on my back is intense…my broken ribs grinding on each other, pressure on my snapped shoulder is too much to bear. I scream into the floor…blood pooling in front of me, so much it’s almost going to suffocate me

With every hard thrust of his thick cock into my as hurts like nothing else. With every thrust, the broken screwdriver in my pelvis, stabs me some more. Goes deeper into my flesh. His cock feels good inside me, even if it is tearing up my skin…I arch my back, to get a better angle for his dick to slam into my ass. My cock head slightly grazing the floor…rubbing up against it feels good…the one last bit of pleasure I’ll have.

My white ass up in the air, covered in pin pricks from where I inject myself with gear….i clamp and tighten my asshole as tight as it can go…squeezing his cock hard…..stopping him from thrusting more. Locking his cock in place with my ass

ERIK ATLAS 

I know the whole world of juice, and know some guys are sick fuck masochistic bottoms... but I get this haunting feeling this was all to BAIT me to this very spot. BE the huge monster on top, wrecking and killing him, and then fucking him madly...NOT LIKE THIS IS STOPPING ME... I feel the current flowing here and I cain't make myself stop. You're PAYING for what you did. moaning as I fuck you - your powerful glute muscles lock ON MY COCK!!

I try to draw back and my cock wont move... GROWLING... I get savage... I GRAB YOUR EAR... again not life threatening... I ENGAGE my arm and chest power, left hand grabs your chin and i PULL HARD and like starting a CHAINSAW, rip HARD! YOUR EAR COMES OFF IN MY HAND! AS YOU SCREAM, I SHOVE YOUR EAR IN YOUR MOUTH! Pull back and DRIVE hard in your ass fucking you again!

“MEEUGGGH” I try to scream as my ear is shoved into my mouth…he’s literally tearing me apart now. Limb from limb and now my ear has been severed from my body

Blood pouring out of my ear on to the floor, my body is mangled and destroyed. The screwdriver is still stabbing me with each thrust of his cock. With my right hand, I dig my fingers into the flesh of my pelvis, trying to dig it out so I can at least enjoy being raped. I manage to grab the metal tip, and slowly pry it out of my muscled body

“Roll me over” I say to the big monster “I wanna see the devil in your eyes as you rape and kill me”

You scream and cry, finally spitting your ear out of your mouth. I have NO REASON to trust you, but I'm feeling sure i want to see your crying face when i finally end you. I SLAM my cock in you and punch your ripped earhole! Your head rocks hard!

When I pull out and flip you on your back, I get a good look at how mangled you are - your face a swollen mess from my fists. A mask of blood. My back is inflamed and throbbing from the stab wound.

I lift your legs and slam my cock in you watching you moan in agony!

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I’m a broken mess as I lay there on my back. Shoulder broken, stabbed ribs and arm pit. But my cock is still rock hard, and ready to burst as you ram your thick cock inside me again. My cock is leaking without even touching it.

As you impale me with your dick, you hold my massive legs up into the air. They’re massive, thick quads and hams, like tree trunks. Through my busted and bloody eyes, I look up at you…still handsome with all the damage I did to your face. I want to kiss you so badly, I gesture to you to lean in, and kiss me

ERIK ATLAS 

My suspicion that you came to Texas and lured me to Australia deepens - you're broken in a hundred ways and you want a KISS? Your body is completely fuckable, and the muscle mass hanging from your broken frame is still a siren spell of lust for me. But your lips edging to mine makes me laugh. TEXAS HEADBUTT!! Your face explodes from the slaMM of my head into the remains of your nose! I grab your wrists and pin them flat and NOW I KISS YOU madly - blood, sweat, spit, and dirt mixing with fires of LUST. My cock so hard driving into you!

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The kiss sends my hormones into overdrive!!! My ass is screaming in pleasure and so is my cock as our tongues wrestle, swap saliva, and blood...the kiss is everything I needed in the end. As blood pours all over my face, i feel your hands feel their way down my broken body and the damage you've done to me.

Your cock keeps driving inside me...my heart is racing, my blood is pumping fast through my veins, which spurts out my wounds faster...I take a deep breath, probably my last, and my cock finally EXPLOOODESSS all over my body, it send shivers down my spine, my body spasms with the sensation of it...feeling pure ecstasy that I've been fucked by the best, by the alpha, by the true Atlas.

As I cum....I lock my legs behind your back, and clamp down tight around your ribs...squeezing them with all my might....as I continue to spray my seed and cum everywhere!! We look deep into each others eyes...I smile at you, through broken teeth and bloody lips. Knowing the consequences of this...I spit blood into your face, covering your eyes and face. Whilst at the same time, I grab the broken screw driver next to me, the one you stabbed my pelvis with, and stab you in the side of the neck to have my final revenge.

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You kiss me back and moan into my lips. ...you sick fuck... my hands feeling your body as those LEGS close around me. An hour ago I would be worried by that crush power, but now... maybe? UGHhhh yes it's firing all my cock dreams! Your hand badly fumbling for something. I don't care... and you CUM hard - roid fueled jets of cum splatter my naked chest! And more... AND MORE... you're tanked so bad I'm surprised you could walk - never had this much cum paint my chest.

SPLAT!... you SPIT In my face...... AGAIN!

YOU HIT MY NECK and something fumbles out of your crippled hand. Part of my dying rational brain sees you pried the screwdriver shaft from your hip to stab me... but that's my last THOUGHT. Everything from here out is RAGE!

HUGE FISTS LIKE METEOR STRIKES batter your face - BREAK YOUR JAW bending that horribly to the left. My left hand still a mess from your bite!

You're out cold and I pull off you. one handed LIFT you and SLAM you on the shitty kitchen table BUSTING IT TO SPLINTERS. I grab a table leg and BEAT you over the head and neck...

screaming SCREAMING... what you did to ME!...

I drop the table leg. I grab your ankle and drag you out of the house, now grumbling that I barely got to feel those amazing legs around me before the rage won out...

There's a rock... of course there's a rock. The world is covered in them here. I LIFT you to my shoulder and like a tombstone DROP, I SLAM you over the hip high rock watching your back pulverized to oblivion.

I want to do it again.... but honest, I'm exhausted.

I go inside, grab my knife... my phone... I grab my fingers. I shouldn't even try driving in this condition but I need medical attention.

I spit on your body laying on the rock.... as get in the car... hoping Melbourne is casual about men showing up in the emergency room with a couple bit off fingers...

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BLACKNESS....still and silent. Time has stopped. I feel a wetness on my face. lick lick lick....lick. I wake up...it's night time, a dingo is licking the blood of my face. The hungry fucker probably would have eaten me given half the chance. I don't know how long I've been out for...it could have been days. My jaw is shattered, and my spine is busted. He's crippled me...that fucker.

I lay there... Atlas, sprawled and broken over a massive rock.

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My hand hurts. They reattached my fingers but the scarring is bad and mobility is worse. But, I can still flip you off left handed. It takes a bit, but i manage to carry the Krispy Kreme box in my right hand and leave the cane in the Jeep. Of course at the front desk, there's a gum chewing thing doing her nails telling me I don't have an appointment. I let her Mrs Bixby at the church made it for me. Check the books.

No, there's no Mrs. Bixby. And I don't go to church considering my history with that place in this county. I made all that up. Without waiting, I walk in and push open the Sherriff's door. A cluttered recording is played from my phone, somewhat detailing there's a fight between me and the other Atlas.

 He proved his coffee sucks by serving me some. (I mean, filter, grounds, water, button, push the button. Can it be that hard?)

I let him know there will be no charges filed for the murders in San Antonio, and his office and church look really flammable. He should look into that and replace that battery in the smoke detector. (beep)

I also let him know, as a personal favor to him, there will be no untidy bodies from my operation in this county, and Australia is nice this time of year. You're welcome. And if he's done with me doing his job, I'll be happy to get home and rest up. My stitches come out Wednesday.

I step out and am told by the secretary there is no Mrs. Bixby at the church no more. 

Imagine that.

Published: 2025-09-07, viewed 169 times.