THE HIGH TABLE

MUSCLE MARINE:

I have been fucking this hot little piece of black ass for months now. Calling me over to his flat, he always waits for his room-mate to leave for work to have me come over and pound his ass to a complete mess. I love to rearrange his insides and reshape his colon. His prostate has grown accustomed to my own, I am not quite sure if he finds anymore pleasure from his roomie's top cock...

I love the way he screams my name throughout the whole apartment, making the walls shake and reverberate. I usually end up filling him up and leaving him leaking on his bed for his room-mate to come find him. Not sure if that latter has ever tasted my cum after I leave. I have seen pictures of him but never had the chance to meet the guy face to face.

Not until today... when that hot bottom gave me a call this morning, he didnt seem to be alone. But I brushed the idea off, thinking it wont be any different - I go there, find him alone, bang him and leave... done.

It wasn't before I got there, that I saw the partner's car parked outside the building. I made my way up to the flat, and rang the bell... only to be greeted at the door by this huge muscle stud. "Hello. Is Jamal around?"

MARKUS J MORTON:

Look at this muscled white man, my 6'3 235lbs of muscle in front of you, gym shorts and no shirt "who the fuck are you lil man" as I stand there in the door way, looking you up and down, you see Jamal on the floor naked, with black eye and blood in corner of his mouth and his hole leaking cum "think you are at the wrong house white boy"

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you try to shut the door, I stop it. "I am exactly where I need to be." I shove the door open again and push a foot inside. "The fuck is happening here?"

MARKUS J MORTON: 

Back up as you force your way in shove you to try and push you out of the door, "you better leave boy or else" as I get in front of you "not your business but this bitch needed to be put in her place "

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back a bit, outside the door. "You trying to hurt Jamal... makes it my business." I lift a foot and slam it at the door, forcing it fully open this time. "The fuck are you?"

"Oh. You must be Kevin, right? The weak useless room-mate." I smile as I step in, watching Jamal crawl away from us.

MARKUS J MORTON:

"How do you know Jamal" as I put my hand on your chest and shove you to the wall , "you looking to be one of my bitches" as I slide my free hand down to your ass and squeeze it "fuck nice ass, open you up good bitch"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I bitch slap you and shove you back, making you stumble and fall back. I grab the door and slam it shut. "The only bitch around here is you. Even Jamal cannot be considered as one." I smile and cock my head to one side.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Head snaps hard as you slap, rub my cheek "bitch you will hurt" as I lunge at you and go for a quick punch to your jaw as I move in closer to beat fuck out of this cocky white man, show him never mess with a nigga or his property

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your punch lands and snaps my head to one side. I look back at you and lick my lips. "Not bad. Jamal has told me a lot about you. How you fight like a bitch in heat. And how you fuck like a school boy." Messing with your mind now. I take a stance, ready for a fight with you. "He didnt tell me I will be meeting you here. But since you are, might as well show you why I have been stretching his ass for the past three months. And you been growing eating my protein shake." I laugh as I take a stance and spread my arms, ready.

MARKUS J MORTON:

"What the fuck" I look at Jamal "you will pay for this bitch, no bitch of mine cheats on me" then turn to you "time to add a white bitch to my stable" as you open your arms and I move in quickly with uppercut to your jaw

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am faster and shove your punch away, landing an open palm to your face, claw my fingers around it and push you backwards. I shove you in to the bar behind you. "No bitch here." As I step further into the flat, I peel my shirt off me, revealing my ripped muscular arms in my tank top. I hear Jamal behind us gasp. I laugh. "Yeah. He knows."

MARKUS J MORTON: 

Back hits the bar hard as I am bent backwards as your hand on my face holding me there as I see your upper body now, muscles ripped and flexing as I bring my arm upto slam down into your forearm to get you off me

MUSCLE MARINE:

You break my hold on you and I pull back. I smile as I see pain register on your face. I open my arms wide and wave you over. I tap on my tank top covered gut. The fabric is clinging to my abs and you can see them through. "Come on. Lets play..."

MARKUS J MORTON:

Pissed on as I go for a front kick to those abs try and knock u onto your ass, as I see Jamal hiding, “pay for coming to my house and touching my property”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I stand tall, steady and take the kick to my gut hard, but I don't move. Instead, I smile at you. "I will pay. But my way." I laugh. "Your property? The same guy you are unable to satisfy?" I spread my arms wide again, taunting you to take your best shot again to my gut.

MARKUS J MORTON: 

I bring my arm back and my fist goes flying into your abs, like hitting a brick wall as I pull my fist back and rub it

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Hahahahaha. That all you got? And they say black men are strong men... Hahaha." I throw my head back laughing, mocking you. I see Jamal now pulling out from behind the couch and onto it. He knows this is going to be hot and interesting.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Lunge at you as I drive my shoulder into your midsection to tackle u to floor and get on top as I try to pin your Arms down under you

MUSCLE MARINE:

I fall along with you, almost like in a school boy pin. I laugh, throw my legs up and lock them around your waist from behind, and pull you off me. We both roll and get to our feet again. I lunge, my turn this time, and slam my shoulder into yours and shove you hard into the wall behind you. I keep grinding my shoulder into your gut hard, then slide my hand in between your legs and strike up to your bulge with a claw, a tight hold of your bulge.

MARKUS J MORTON: 

I yell out as you grab my bulge in my gym shorts as I am commando, try to head butt you as I grab at your wrist same time to try and pull your hand off my balls

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you are busy trying to pry my hand off your balls, I snap grab your neck with my other and lift you up, off the floor. I walk around the flat with you up in the air, until I reach the couch next to Jamal and slam you down hard. I lift a foot and slam it hard to your gut, pinning you down, grinding my heel into your abs. "You look good stud. I don't want to hurt you."

MARKUS J MORTON:

Land hard on couch as your foot on my chest and I gasp for air just long enough to grab at your ankle and try to twist and get u off me as I try to stand up same time “u will hurt white boy when I am done “

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back. "I will? Please show me how." I laugh as I invite you to come over at me. "I was hoping to come here for just a fuck. But now I get both... a fight and a double-fuck. Hahahahaha." I see Jamal on the couch, rubbing his bulge as his cock grows and tents his underwear. "Yeah. He knows." As I take a stance waiting for you.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Get off the couch and see Jamal and back hand him hard sending him off the couch “will deal with u later slut” as I run at you and jump in the air with flying elbow strike to your head

MUSCLE MARINE:

You land a nice elbow to my head, taking me down to one knee. But I also manage to keep you tight over me, grabbing you by the bulge, clawing tightly at your balls. My other hand strikes up to your neck. I lift you up, overhead. Looking up at you... "I will deal with you now. Hahahaha." Referring to how you just dismissed Jamal. "That wasn't very nice of you." I smile before bringing you down over my knee in a backbreaker.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Lifted up so easily by you as Jamal sees your biceps flex and me lifted up high and them slammed down over your knee in one motion, my back snapping down on that knee as I yell out and lay over your knee, my body draped there as you dont let me move

MUSCLE MARINE:

I start bending you over my knee, arching your back, all the while looking at Jamal. "You still think he is the right man for you? This is the guy you want to have protect you?" I laugh as I roll you off my knee and onto the floor. I stand over you, placing my heel on your lower back, I grind it hard, flexing for Jamal who is now losing it, rubbing his hardon in his underwear.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Face down as u put your foot on my lower back and I groan look to my side and see my boy stroking his bulge as I push up hard off the floor to try and throw you off balance as my back in pain

MUSCLE MARINE:

I suddenly pull off you, giving you space to get up and recover. I smile as you turn towards me. "Ready to give up now? Accept your place along with Jamal?" I ask mockingly.

MARKUS J MORTON:

“Fuck u white boy” as I lunge at you and try to tackle u to the floor as my shoulder goes into your abs

MUSCLE MARINE:

I fold over you as you rush into me, spearing me. You drag me towards the frame of the bedroom door. We stumble together into the room, with you on top of me, in my gut. I cough and grunt as I am slammed down on my back, but also laugh. Your attack, although unexpected is not as rough or strong as I was expecting. "Not bad you fucking black bitch... but nice try." As I lift a foot and slam it to your bulge as you try to get off me a bit.

MARKUS J MORTON: 

You hit my big balls as I yell out and grab my balls and roll off you and into the bedroom more as I lay on my back as I watch you stand up “going to rip your balls off”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Yeah? Go ahead. Try." But I bend down towards you on the floor, and reaching in, I grab your bulge tight. I squeeze while pulling you and forcing you up to your feet. "Jamal must have forgot to mention that I was coming today. Maybe he even forgot to mention that he was planning on leaving you... or what I thought would be a weaker roommate. Hahahaha." I headbutt you, putting you in a little daze.

I shove you and make you fall onto a little single couch in the room. I call in Jamal and order him onto the bed. "But I like you. I will let you stay and make you my second bitch." As I watch Jamal get onto of the high bed and I slam his ass. He moans.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Dazed from the headbutt as I watch you slap Jamal's ass, see the look of pleasure on his eyes as he takes your big hand on his round bubble butt, can't believe what his happening as I struggle, push off the couch and stagger but drop to a single knee as I try to get to the bed, my back and balls in so much pain

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Come on, stud. Not giving up that easily. Jamal told me you were a fighter, that you are 'ruthless'... Come on, show me." I laugh as I slap Jamal's ass again, and make him moan. I push two fingers into his ass and hook them, making him moan loud, and fueling your rage again. I smile as I see you scream, roar and start to move...

MARKUS J MORTON:

Push off the floor and then rush at you, jump up as I knock you off the bed and onto the floor, we both hit hard as I try to land on top of you and pin your big arms down over your head with mine, feel your hard bulge grind on my bulge which is tenting my gym shorts

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Hahahaha. That's the spirit." As I feel your ass rub against my growing bulge. "You feel that?" Taunting you, and getting you angry and riled up, not that you aren't already. My arms pinned up, over my head, I look up and lick my lips as I buck my hips gently, pushing my growing package at your ass cheeks. "I will have you both soon begging..."

MARKUS J MORTON:

Feel that bulge on my ass and I try to bring my fist down to punch you in the side of the head, then knee to your ribcage hoping to break one of your ribs

MUSCLE MARINE:

Snapping my head to one side with a hook, you don't stop there and try to slug me in the side to break my ribs, but I take the hit well. I buck harder and this time, throw you off me, making you release your grip on my hands and un-pin my arms. I roll away from you, and get to my feet. "You are strong, and feisty, I like that. You would make a perfect bitch." Reaching in between your legs as you get up and claw at your bulge, tight. "I will make you sing."

MARKUS J MORTON:

FFFUUCCCKK!!! feel your hand on my balls again through my shorts as I react and grab at your wrist as you crush my balls FFFUCCKKK!! as I try to move but cant as I lay on my back staring up at you, see Jamal laughing now as he strokes his dick slowly

MUSCLE MARINE:

I tug on your balls and get you to your feet, forcefully. I sit you down on the edge of the bed, spread your legs and squat in front of you. I fish your cock out of your shorts and grab it at the base. "Not bad. I thought you would be bigger... Now I understand why Jamal begs me every time." He laughs, kneeling behind you and rubbing your chest now, not really worshiping you, but feeling you up. I stroke your cock a bit and get you leaking in no time. I then get up, and pull back a couple of steps. "You two look amazing." I know you are boiling inside.

MARKUS J MORTON:

On the bed as I sit there with my bottom boi as you treat me like some bottom boi with him, my BBC hard after you stroked it "you will be dead after I am done and he will be dead next to you and you both raped" as I go to get off the bed

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you try to shove him off you, and get up... I stand tall, open my arms wide and clap your ears. Ringing you, I drop you back onto the bed. "You are not going anywhere, will do nothing but follow my orders..." I reach in and grab you tight by the throat. I lift your head making you look at me. I smile and ball up a fist, I slam it into your chest a couple of times. "You... are... mine... Just... like... pussy Jamal... here..." A punch landing on your gut between every word.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Hand tight on my throat feeling your fingers dig into my throat as you punch my chest over and over making me gasp each punch as I reach up at your forearm trying to pull on it but weak after the punches to my chest as you hold me down on the bed, Jamal next to me as he sits up and kisses you

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Jamal. You wanna tell your boyfriend here who I really am? What I can do?" I smile at you, cocking my head to one side. I let go of you and step back, rubbing my bulge, and tracing its length as it imprints outwards.

MARKUS J MORTON:

He gets off the bed and comes next to you and kisses you again as he is now naked "I am this white mans sissy and he fucks me like you never could with that tiny black dick" I punch the bed as I move and get off the bed and rush at Jamal

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you rush towards him, I step between you two and grab you, wrapping my arms around your waist. I lift you and slam you down hard to the floor, your back on fire, before landing with a knee to your gut, pinning you down. I look at you and smile. "You try anything stupid, and it will be the last thing you do." Reaching down, I grab you by your hair and pull you up to your feet. This time, I spin you and force you face down onto the bed. "Jamal. Get on the bed, grab his head and make him suck your excuse of a man's cock."

MARKUS J MORTON:

Bent over side of the bad as you pin my wrist as I flex and struggle as Jamal grabs my hair and shove his lil 5 inch dick in my mouth as I try to push up off the bed, but you keep me pinned down as Jamal squeals like alil bitch

MUSCLE MARINE:

As I push you forward, and force your mouth around Jamal's small cock, I step in between your thighs and spread them wide open. Pushing my bulge at your ass, I rub it slowly, making you feel its heaviness and length. "I am going to show you why Jamal calls me almost every day... why I am the new alpha of this place... why your black ass will never measure to me." As I pull back, I pull out my cock and drop it on your lower-back. It feels heavy and big and I am sure you feel it too, as Jamal gasps loudly. You feel his cock throb more in your mouth now.

MARKUS J MORTON:

My head down on his dick as I feel what must be a dick way bigger and thicker than mine laying on my lower back and between my ass cheeks, cant move as my legs get pushed open wider, my virgin hole on display, start to taste Jamal's pre-cum in my mouth

MUSCLE MARINE:

I push harder now into your ass, my cock-head pushing at your tight hole. "Oh my... we got a virgin here. Nice one Jamal." As I high five him. "You never told me he has never been fucked." I push in one go, making sure you feel the pain, especially from my massive cock.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Jamal smiles at you as your dick open my virgin hole, cant scream but feel pain in my ass, your dick going to wreck my ass, being held down, my former bottom twinks dick in my mouth as this white mans dick up my ass

MUSCLE MARINE:

I can feel your mind reeling, translated by your body tensing, your ass clenching, and you groaning underneath us. I laugh and smack the back of your head, grabbing it and pushing it tighter on Jamal's cock. "Suck it good. Bite on it if you want. You gonna need it." As I push deeper into you and punch through your inner tight circle. I hear you scream into Jamal's balls, sending vibrations through them, and pushing him over the edge, as he tenses and starts cumming in your throat. Although not a big load, he still fills your pipe. He pulls out of your mouth and sprays the rest on your face. I laugh out loud at his inability to hold himself longer.

MARKUS J MORTON:

His cum drips down my face as your dick rams up my ass, in and out over and over, your big hand on back of my head holding me down as you rape me in my own bed, as your dick works my inner ring open with each thrust

MUSCLE MARINE

I smack your ass with my other hand, making it giggle. "For a virgin, you are quite good taking a big cock in one go without a hitch." I smack you again, then pull your head off Jamal's cock and tilt your head back. I pound you harder and harder, pulling out until I got just the tip of my cock in you, then slam back in hard, long and so deep, hitting your prostate.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Scream out as you hold my dreads using them as leverage to pound my nigga pussy open, tears in my eyes as never been humiliated or used like this, big black bull now a white mans lil nigga pussy as my hole gets torn each thrust, smell of blood in the air from my torn pussy ass

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smack your ass again. "Better than Jamal. He had a hard time on the first try." I laugh and Jamal looks at me, frozen, ashamed. "Don't worry, I will take care of both of you." As I pull out of your ass, flip you, and lay you on the foot of the bed, your head laying back on the edge, upwards. I stand over you, pointing my hard cock at your face. "Open. Swallow." As I start spraying my cum into your mouth. Jamal, on the bed, looks down at you on the floor and smiles, asking you how good it tastes.

MARKUS J MORTON:

You forcing your cum all over my face and into my mouth as you stand there showing me why you are the alpha and I am going to be your new bitch, tasting your seed as you show me no mercy

MUSCLE MARINE:

I squat slowly in front of you, my monster cock now clearly visible in front of you. I cock my head, and snap grab you by your neck. I lift you up. I smile and as I feel you want to talk... I shush you, placing a finger on your lips. "No. No. No. Not a word." I shove you onto the bed, as Jamal pulls back a bit. "You will report to me, serve me, keep this place spick and span... This will be my second home, a place I come to have fun with my bitches." Asserting new ground rules... I walk around naked in the room. I can see in your eyes the anger brewing.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Getting pissed off as you stand there, showing off your muscles and power you are claiming as I push off the bed and lunge at you, shoving Jamal out of the way as he hits the wall hard and I try to tackle you

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see you coming at me, and smile. I let you grab onto me, but I don't budge. Instead, I clap your ears, ringing you, pull back, and connect a hard fist to your gut, sending you back onto the bed. "You really want to fight me? What do you think you will gain? Freedom? Your fate was sealed the moment Jamal made the choice of calling me while you are still around here." I laugh, and although he is in pain, he laughs too with me. "You should be mad at him... Not me."

MARKUS J MORTON:

Struggle to breathe as I lay on the bed and roll off it as I stand up, “not going to be your bitch” as I stand there feeling your cum leak out of my ass u raped

MUSCLE MARINE:

The smile on my face disappears into a more serious frown. "You are not? Then you give me no choice but to..." I cut my words short, leaving a sense of eeriness hang in the air.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Look at you as I see your face go blank as I back up then realize I have no choice and lunge at you with European uppercut to your jaw

MUSCLE MARINE:

I dodge your incoming attack, side-step and slide my arms around your neck from one side and under your armpit with the other, locking you tight. I crank your arm upwards, putting pressure on your neck. Sliding my hand slowly towards your nape, I lock in the hold so tight, you can barely breathe or move. "You give me no choice stud." And I start cranking the hold tighter... threatening to snap your neck.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Feel my arm locked up and pressure on my neck as your chest and dick I feel on my back and ass, realize you going to break my neck as I tap out “submit submit to you”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Too late. I have only need for one submissive bitch. Should have thought of this before you tried to play alpha." I suddenly release you for a split second, spinning you around to face me. I snap-grab a tight claw at your throat and lift you slowly, on your tip toes first, then smiling, I pull more and make you hang. "There is a place in Hel for people like you."

Balling a fist, I slam it hard to your pelvis first, then your abs, then a third to your solar plexus, cutting your breath for a second or two. And finally, I launch one last punch to your chest, right at the heart. Hearing a popping sound makes me smile as I confirm it with blood dribbling from your mouth down to your chest.

MARKUS J MORTON:

Drop to my chest after the heart punch, feel my heart beating erratically as I try to breathe, look up at you as I grab at my left pec, taste the blood in my mouth "what the fuck?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"One way ticket to hell." I smile as I watch you land on your knees looking up in fear at me. I grab your head and twist it, jerking it violently to one side then the other. A loud crack is heard and then nothing anymore... As I let go of you, and your body slumps and drops to the floor, I hear Jamal gasp loudly behind me. As I turn around, I see him convulsing, shaking, his cock exploding his load all over the sheets. I smile as I take a step towards him...

THE END

Published: 2025-12-14, viewed 103 times.