THE HIGH TABLE
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Starring
18:02 Roland: The sacred chamber, in moonlight. The place of preparations for ordeals and ritual combats. Pots of tincture and brushes readied, the medicated paints. It is the duty of a knight to learn these arts, but this place is so full of ghosts and spirits, Red will feel his way, if he is not already a practitioner of these arts.
18:07 Red_Bondsman: I stand close to my Master in the sacred chamber as we begin. I cannot explain the feeling, but there are more here in this chamber than my Master and me. I hear voices...whispering in my ear...acting as guides...instructing me...toucing my arm...letting me know...showing me the precision needed. I must place my trust in these voices...spirits...whatever they be...I sense that.
18:25 Roland: The air seems to thicken, and the voices answer—not in unison, but in layered authority, ancient and unsparing.
They speak:
For the conquered, a labyrinth of dreams, winding, without mercy.
Each turning a lesson, each wall a memory of failure.
Endure, and be diminished. Resist, and be broken again.
Another current follows, colder still, directed inward:
For the champion: a vision of his own defeat.
Bone beneath armor. Breath failing.
The ground rising to meet him.
He will be disarmed.
Remember, bearer of victory—you are mortal,
and war does not love those who love themselves too much.
Bone beneath armor. Breath failing.
The ground rising to meet him.
He will be disarmed.
Remember, bearer of victory—you are mortal,
and war does not love those who love themselves too much.
18:27 Roland: I bow my head as the words settle like iron weights. “Let it be so,” I say quietly. “Chasten me. Strip the excess from me."
18:27 Roland: The paint cools and darkens, hardens on both of us. We have been painting unconsciously guided by those that sang and spoke over us.
For an instant there is no chamber. No breath. No body. Only pressure, like iron being set in a mold.
Then the weight returns.
The same stone. The same walls. But the air is wrong—stale with ash and absence.
Kuluz lies in ruins... Shattered. Overrun by the Empire of the Black Sun. Roland, captured, broken, given in bondage to Domyrek, Corrector of the Outer Provinces.
19:02 Roland: The preparations completed for our ritual, we find ourselves now in our future hell.
19:02 Roland: I am enslaved....broken...
19:08 Roland: I have become property of the Corrector,
19:08 Roland: who uses to fight my own countrymen...
19:09 Roland: my agency broken.
19:10 Roland: In the chamber as we prepared, we heard the whispering of demons and ghosts
19:10 Roland: My bondsman was full of fear before the Oriarch, but nothing prepared him for his world turning upside down. I kneel in the chamber, painted, punished....
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19:13 Blockbuster: Yes...look closely, bondsman. Do you see your alleged master's caged cock? Do you see that you do not serve a real man?
19:16 Red_Bondsman: I am trembling and sweating at the same time. I cannot believe what I see. My Lord and Master. Defeated in battle. Submissive to another man. This must be some kind of trick. This is not the man I know.
19:18 Roland: I speak slowly. It is like trying to make out the details of a landscape in heavy fog... "Red...?" And when I see, I am covered with shame, sorrow. Yet I have been taught how to speak here, in the totality of the Black Sun... "I have... no... cock."
19:19 Roland: The Corrector watching and listening.
19:20 Blockbuster: You have no cock because you are not a man...you are subhuman...a dweller in the darkness.
19:18 Roland: I stand chastened
19:23 Blockbuster: And you, bondsman. You serve...nay...worship...a false idol...a false Master. Look at your cock, bondsman. Now that you see your "master" now in his true form...and is your cock not harder now than ever before?
19:26 Red_Bondsman: I look down at my slave cock and what I see shocks me. My sword is hard. Swollen. As if it was about to burst out of the flesh that contains it.
19:28 Blockbuster: Reflect upon this, bondsman. I will burn this memory into your dreams...your psyche. You will never forget this, such is the will of His Dire Grace.
19:29 Roland: It is as the voices said it would be. That my bondsman will become lost in dreams...
19:30 Roland: And my humiliation and endless constant male pain will be offered up to the Black Sun to atone for the error that was Kuluz...
19:33 Blockbuster: Yes, dweller, worm...say that again...so that your bondsman fully understands it. What was Kuluz?
19:35 Roland: I lower my head... "a falsehood, a mistake. The men of Kuluz were unworthy to be men."
19:35 Roland: I see my man watching me with suspicion and dread.
19:38 Blockbuster: Ahhhh...yes, bondsman. A falsehood...a mistake...that is what you serve. An error perpetrated by your false idol.
19:53 Roland: My Lord Corrector is Fierce
19:54 Roland: He plays the extremity where Cruelty becomes Order
19:54 Roland: and must be worshipped
19:56 Blockbuster: Tell me what you see when you look at me, bondsman?
19:57 Red_Bondsman: I see a man...unlike any I have seen before.
19:58 Blockbuster: You would follow my command, bondsman?
19:58 Roland: I kneel, cockless, in torment and humiliation as my most prized possession is stolen in front of me.
19:59 Red_Bondsman: I...I would, Domyrek, Corrector of the Outer Provinces.
20:10 Roland: I speak, low voice hoarse with shame, halting, mumbling, "It has been taken, and I am punished. Through this, the Corrector has made me whole."
20:13 Blockbuster: Truth is freedom...pain is the path to truth...present your sword to me, dweller/slave.
20:16 Roland: I stand slowly and find it, the blade that I wielded in battle, that led me to failure as man and warrior. I lift it slowly
20:17 Roland: I turn presenting it to my Lord Corrector
20:20 Blockbuster: I take the sword from my slave. "Now bend over, slave...in preparation for your punishment. And Bondsman, come...take your alleged master's sword."
20:22 Red_Bondsman: I stand. I know not why, other than I hear the voice of the Corrector that compels me to do so. I take the sword from the Corrector's hands.
20:24 Blockbuster: "Bondsman, Take the handle of the sword and punish your master's hole. Do not be gentle...he can take it...believe me." A grin coming across my face.
20:26 Roland: I lean, grasping my ankles, my shrunken balls hanging between my legs. I breathe slowly, trying to relax, preparing
20:31 Red_Bondsman: I look to my Master, expecting some form of protest, but there is none. Only acquiescence. I remember how my Master expected us to take the punisher. I glance over at the Corrector's eyes, and I understand. I approach my Master, and in one push, shove the entirety of the handle up my Master's hole, all the way to the guard.
20:33 Roland: Preparing for this, I whisper a litany to calm myself "I am given, therefore guided. I remember defeat, so I am corrected. I am not my triumph, I am my..." I break into a deep groan as I am impaled.
20:44 Blockbuster: "Continue the punishment and listen closely, bondsman.: Your master will be marked as a slave. The generals of the Empire will verbally and sexually abuse him. He will rise to castrate every officer in his former army. He will be tied up, shaved, whipped, kicked, punched and prodded. Every part of his body will be bruised. He will be forced to fight, lose and be punished... he will be fucked in the Great Square by his Master as ritual requires."
20:47 Roland: I glance up at my Lord Domyrek with eyes pleading and full of shame.
20:47 Blockbuster: "And he will beg for more, for pain and punishment, because that is what defines him. Do you understand, bondsman?"
20:52 Red_Bondsman: I listen, as instructed by the Corrector, and as if guided by the spirits, with every word, I thrust the sword handle deeper and harder into my Master's hole, raping him with his own sword.
20:53 Roland: My eyes screw closed. My bearded mouth opens in a grimace of pain even as my caged cock stirs from the involuntary stimulation. I groan like an animal, a bull in its death throes...
20:56 Blockbuster: My slave's groans stir my cock, as it should be. "Enough, bondsman. Release the unworthy and let him kneel, where he belongs."
20:57 Roland: I struggle to my knees, still working to manage the pain
21:03 Blockbuster: "Now show how much you respect this slave, bondsman. Soak the miscreant with your piss."
21:05 Red_Bondsman: I grab my erect slave cock and aim it at my master's head. I take a deep breath. Inhale, long and steady, then exhale, and my floodgates open, my slave cock streaming hot piss all over my Master, covering him with it.
21:08 Roland: The yellow stream hits, dousing me. It runs down my chest, then he raises his hose to aim for my bearded face. I open my mouth involuntarily. My eyes close. The liquid beads in my beard, marking me as rejected, failed, disqualified, nullified...
21:09 Red_Bondsman: As my Master raises his head and opens his mouth, I aim for it.
21:10 Blockbuster: "Know this, bondsman. Like your Master, you have courted darkness, and you will pay the price...but for tonight, the dark forces are pleased with you."
21:11 Roland: I swallow... taste, knowing that I am marked for Correction. My inverted penis burns like a firebrand of pain.
21:14 Blockbuster: I witness the excruciating pain on my slave's face, and it pleases me...and now, for the final insult. "Bend over, bondsman, and prepare to be fucked by a real man."
21:17 Red_Bondsman: I want to look at my Master, for some sort of signal, and I cannot move for many moments. Finally, I am able to turn and bend over, exposing my slave hole to the Corrector.
21:20 Roland: My face is haggard, as the piss drips from it. I am dull. I have been gelded. I am forced to watch the Lord Corrector as he tramples my soul.
21:20 Blockbuster: I stand up, stroking my hard cock as I approach the bondsman, grabbing his hips as the tip of my cock kisses his hole. In a flash, I draw back and impale him balls deep with one thrust.
21:21 Roland: 
21:23 Red_Bondsman: My mouth gapes open. I want to scream, but no sound is permitted to escape. My slave hole is burning as if on fire, but all I can do is take it. Endure. My slave cock rock hard.
21:27 Blockbuster: I grab the bondsman's shoulders with both hands and proceed to piston fuck him without mercy...for pain is pleasure. "Now tell your master the truth, bondsman. That this is the best fuck you've ever had."
21:29 Roland: A dull sinking clarity... I am supplanted, set aside—The Lord Corrector's cock is the only truth. With it he restores order.
21:33 Red_Bondsman: My mouth dry from the failed attempts to scream until suddenly, the compulsion takes over and between burning, painful thrusts, I intone, "This...is...the...best...fuck...I've...ever...had..." Each word feeling like a knife to my Master's heart, killing me inside while my body revels in this pain-filled pleasure.
21:35 Roland: The only flame is the penis of the Corrector...
21:41 Roland: slowly, I begin to move. I am an ox, heavy, gelded. I crawl across the floor, head down. I near the scene of debauchery, of misrule. I look upon it, eyes glazed. My penis scoring my intestines trying to erect itself, the rod of flame dilating the urethra. I stare at the erect penis of my master, and the corresponding one of his slave who exults in the pleasure of this sport. "Lord Corrector... you have taken the one whom I turned, from conquered enemy to willing slave of my cock. Am I yet still fit to serve ?"
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21:47 Blockbuster: I smile between thrusts as the sulking form of my slave crawls across the floor, a saddened puppy dog asking if it is yet fit to serve. "You are what you are meant to be. Suck the bondsman's cock while I fuck him. Thus to continue your path, cursed dweller."
21:52 Roland: With devotion I hear, and lift my head. The bondsman's penis... I see it juddering from my master's thrusts. This weapon I have long secretly admired as I fucked, just as the Corrector is doing. I raise myself to all fours, my vestigial cock moving slightly in its cage. I open my mouth and like a dog, with a sudden sweep of my face, I inhale, and begin gorging on it. I plunge my head over it. The tip reaches the back of my throat. I gag, and reorient myself to inhale again. Worshipping. Worshipping what I have lost, what I once had, and even also celebrating, celebrating what has claimed rightful place. I am the lowest point, the collecting point of all rain water that drains away. I suckle on the penis of him I once conquered.
21:58 Red_Bondsman: I know with all of my being that this is wrong.l I feel my Master's bearded lips around my cock. I moan. In lust...secret desire...pent up emotion... my cock spits precum into my Master's unwavering mouth.
22:06 Blockbuster: I lean forward, wrapping one arm around the bondsman's neck as I ruthlessly fuck him, pushing his cock into my slave's eager mouth. "That's it, dickless...failure as man and warrior...ballless enemy...suck your slave's cock. Swallow his cum while I pour mine into him. Prove your failure...once and for all."
22:07 Roland: I hear my master's goading and I redouble my efforts, licking, slurping, suckling. The truth burning from the inside, burning my intestines.
22:16 Roland: ...desperately sucking of the long cock of the bondsman. Let his seed fall like rain. Let it douse me. Let me drink.
22:18 Blockbuster: I laugh out loud...full of glee at the bondsman's proclamation. I whisper into the bondsman's ear, "cum down your Master's throat as I cum inside you, then I will choke you out. You will only remember what transpired here in your dreams, bondsman."
22:21 Roland: 
22:22 Roland: Below my mouth open, ravenous, eating, sucking, trying to drink, to replenish myself...
22:22 Blockbuster: "Suck him, worthless cockless scum," I command my slave. "Drain his balls of worthy seed while proving you are worthless. Fulfill the prophecy and the command of your Corrector!"
22:23 Blockbuster: Saying that, my balls tighten and I unload into the bondsman.
22:25 Roland: Excoriated by my master, and knowing how it spurs him, pushing him over the edge, I see him shudder, filling the bondsman up the ass, and I continue, ever eager, sucking the cock of my serving man, wanting his seed, proving myself worthless, fulfilling the prophecy of the Oriarch and the command of his Weapon the Corrector. I shudder, pain breaking over me from the stem of my cock. Muffled moan all that I can emit as I stuff my maw with the cock of the better man.
22:29 Red_Bondsman: The Corrector's word spur my Master to take me over the edge. The feeling of his pain, shuddering through his body, into his mouth, and onto my cock. "Dick...less..." I utter before I shoot my slave into my Master's willing mouth, filling him with the seed of Skarrow.
22:32 Roland: I drink, the seed and the revilement, drink them down, every drop. This is my Correction.
22:33 Blockbuster: I tighten my grip around the bondsman's neck and send him into the shadow world of dreams. The correction is complete.
22:34 Red_Bondsman: The fireworks of my ejaculation are soon overridden by darkness. Breath ceases...and memory stops.
22:34 Roland: The room darkens to black.
Published: 2025-12-31, viewed 70 times.
kingtarzan2003
2026-01-03 23:44hot pics in the story
Roland
2026-01-04 01:25(In reply to this)
glad you enjoyed
Freaker
2026-01-02 11:55Roland's journey poignantly illustrates the fragility of the human condition and the impermanence of life's circumstances. The story shatters the illusions of power, domination, and freedom, revealing the inescapable nature of predetermined destinies. Through Roland's transformation and Red's struggle, we witness the acceptance of harsh realities that can ultimately lead to inner strength. This saga delves into the complexities of men's lives, challenging us to confront the cyclical nature of triumph and defeat, and the profound dynamics of power and submission. A great text to end the year and begin the new one. Thank you for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
Max Freaker and The board members
Roland
2026-01-02 23:21(In reply to this)
Max: You honor the work with your reading and your words. My thanks to you, and to the High Table, for receiving it in the spirit it was given. R, now a mere Ox.