THE HIGH TABLE

Blockbuster: I stagger forward…step after grueling step…to what end, it is not clear. My nostrils burn from the smoke of the ruins of Eborea, the city my troops just pillaged and burned to the ground. I hear the crunch of rubble and the broken bones of human bodies under my feet. I look down, gazing upon the open wounds on my bared arms, chest and abs. My frame is covered in the crimson smatterings of my own blood mixed with the blood of my victims…many, many victims. 

Behind me, my troops let loose their victory cry. Our attack was unsuspected and swift. We made inroads into the province unscathed until the soldiers of Eborea mounted a rally at the city square. Those opposing troops were incited, taking down some of my men with their blades and arrows, but our cause was righteous, our determination fierce, and their response, a mere spectacle of folly. 

Now I follow the voice ringing in the back of my mind…calling me like a siren’s song. On the outskirts of the city, where the sand and rocks of Eborea meet the currents of the Archerod river, I find that which has been calling me. I stand there, silent, chest heaving, breathing labored, as my eyes bear witness to what I thought myth, the coming of the Red Angel. 

Red_Bondsman: “Greetings, Dom. How long has it been since I last gazed upon your perfect form? It matters not. Truly, war runs through your steeled veins in place of blood. Your successful campaign against the unwary citizens of Eborea has brought me to you once again. You have spilt much blood this day. You have proven yourself worthy. A warrior of the highest magnitude. Your tribute is accepted. Come. Take my hand…” 

Blockbuster: I do not understand. This winged apparition speaks to me as if I were a close acquaintance. I blink several times, convinced this angelic figure is nothing more than a speck of blood lodged in my eye, but the open hand coming toward me is real, warm and inviting. Whether it is of my own accord or another’s, I reach out and take hold of it. In a flash of bright light, I find myself in only the suit to which I was born, in the bedroom of a what appears to be a castle, standing at the foot of a bed as a handsome naked man approaches me. A man whose eyes, then face, become all too familiar to me. “Red…?” 

Red_Bondsman: A flicker in my eyes. A smoldering smile on my face. “I knew you hadn’t forgotten me, Dom. How long has it been? A decade? Two? A half century? Time holds no power in my realm, only men full of bravery…courage…and a never-ending taste for blood and conquest. Men like you, Dom,” I purr as my arms wrap around your shoulders and I bring you in for a kiss. Our lips touch, then part. Our tongues wrestle like rivals, each fighting for control. You chuckle, this dance coming back to you now as your tongue quickly pins mine. 

 Blockbuster: “You are unforgettable, Red,” I reply, after pinning your tongue and grabbing your firm buttocks. “Not even the sharpest, strongest blade pierced through my thick skull could make me forget your face, the taste of your lips, or the feel of your body against mine. It has been too long.” I begin to question myself. Why only now would I remember this man? This place? The stirrings of my cock, however, redirect my mind to what I need in this moment. 

Red_Bondsman: “Far too long,” I add, as I hop off my feet and straddle your waist, my legs locking above your muscled ass as I hover my glutes and needy hole over your hardened cock. “We each have our respective duties, and these forms are temporary. Yet we are together, here and now. My valiant soldier returning from combat to claim his reward. Let us waste no more time talking,” I say, breaths coming short and quick as anticipation builds. 

Blockbuster: “Then I will say what I need to say with my lips pressed next to yours and my cock buried deep inside you, Red.” I wrap my arms around your waist, pressing your body tightly against mine in a bearhug before driving my hips forward and sending my cock all the way inside you with one thrust. “Ahhhhhhhh…even better than I remember,” I chuckle before my lips meet yours once again and our tongues dance and explore, saliva and moans shared between us like the oldest of lovers. 

Red_Bondsman: Your hard shaft splinters my ass in one lunge, and I howl like a wolf in heat until your mouth joins mine in the sweet surrender and tender exploration that precedes reckless abandon. “Fuck me, Dom,” I beg after our mouths finally part, the years of repressed longing finally coming to fruition. I run my tongue from your shoulder up your neck to your earlobe, before whispering, “conquer me…show me your warrior’s rage,” and with that, I bite down on your earlobe. 

Blockbuster: Your wet request causes my cock to throb inside your cavern, but it is the bite on my earlobe that sends me over the edge. Like a poked bear, I let out a mighty roar and begin viciously slamming my sword deep inside you. There is pleasure, yes, but more than that, there is savagery…and there will be no mercy. 

Red_Bondsman: My fingers dig into your shoulders as I hold onto you for dear life. There it is. The burning fire. The spirit of the plunderer. You do not ask. You take. Your rape my ass with your hard weapon, and I am panting…sweating…hungry. I do my part. I do not back away. I clinch my hole tightly around your hot poker, urging you on in your mission of conquest. Our mouths release. I throw my head back and thrust my body down, as hard and fast against your weapon as it attacks me. “Violate me! Annihilate me!” 

Blockbuster: With each hard thrust, the slap of my bull balls against your ass quickly approaches its crescendo, and your ultimatum is issued. I have no choice but to carry it out, practically ripping you open as I grit my teeth and plow you with the force of ten thousand soldiers, both of our bodies drenched in sweat. 

Red_Bondsman: The pain is as excruciating as it is intoxicating. A final tilt of my head. Our eyes locked. Look closely, Dom…into my gaze…into the bright red flame…as you consume me, and I unload my cum all over both of us. 

Blockbuster: There it is! The submission! The conquest! The scorching flames that consume you now spread into my loins. With one final thrust, I explode. Burning, white hot fire erupting into you. Flooding you with my violation…my victory…my desire! 

Red_Bondsman: I pull myself back up towards you, my sweaty body melting into yours as the hardness of your weapon begins to subside. With a bloody pop, I pull myself off your mighty sword. “You were magnificent. On the battlefield today. With me just now. However, my vanquisher, our mission is not yet complete,” I say, a red glow forming in my right index finger before it touches your sweaty, furrowed brow. 

Blockbuster: Clarity comes with a single touch, a warm impulse on my forehead. I lean down and wrap my right arm under your legs, cradling your gleaming muscled body close to mine as I carry you into the adjacent room, kissing the crown of your head several times while in route. Lying you on the table, the only piece of furniture that occupies the room, I tie your wrists and ankles, spreadeagled, to the four corners of the table. 

Red_Bondsman: The defeated warrior is carried to this makeshift altar, my body spread and tied for the final ceremony. Such is our destiny. I say nothing. There is no need for words. We both play our roles now. We do what must be done. Without question.  

Blockbuster: Underneath the table lies the sacrificial dagger – the blade of the damned. I pick it up and show it to you, holding the handle tightly in one hand, before resting the edge of the blade against your pelvis. I wrap my other hand tightly around your shaft and bag, pulling them away from your pelvis as far and hard as I can. 

Red_Bondsman: You show me the blade. I examine the etchings of all the prior times it has been used. The cold metal rests against me while you pull my cock and balls away for what I know will be a swift, clean cut. Your precision in these undertakings is unmatched. 

Blockbuster: There is no joy in drawing out what must be done. Such delay serves no purpose. So, with one swift swipe of the blade, I slice off your manhood. 

Red_Bondsman: I tell myself I will feel nothing more than an insect bite. Once the blade completes its assignment, however, I begin to scream, a loud and blood curdling wail to match the sudden onslaught of pain coursing from my severed manhood. 

Blockbuster: And I am there, quickly moving to place my mouth over yours, capturing your scream, holding it prisoner inside my mouth until you’ve finished. Only then do I place the side of the blade to my lips and part them, releasing your scream onto the side of the blade, allowing your scream to join all the other screams you have released into the sword over the eons. I watch as a newly formed screaming etching joins the others on the freshly blood-soaked blade.

Red_Bondsman: As I scream, your mouth covers mine, tears rolling down my face as you capture and transfer my scream onto the blade. Another step in our mating ritual now complete. 

Blockbuster: I place the blade on the table beside your severed manhood, letting it rest in the bloody pool forming between your legs, then reach down and grab the executioner’s axe from underneath the table, lifting the axe in the air over my head, your doused eyes fixed on mine. 

Red_Bondsman: Through gritted teeth, I repeat the oath to which I am sworn. “Death is not an ending. It is the opening of a door to the next chapter, led by the soul. Do not fear it. Welcome it. For only in death is the transformation of life made complete.” 

Blockbuster: “To honor…to glory…to duty…TO THE WARRIOR!” I shout and drop the blade of the axe onto your throat and neck, detaching your head from your body. Blood shoots in all directions as your head is sent over the edge of the table, bouncing with bloody thuds once it hits the floor. I release the axe to the ground with a loud CLANG and fall to one knee, elbows resting on the table by your corpse. My hands clasped together, fingers intertwined, eyes closed, head bowed in vigilant prayer. 

Red_Bondsman: With my head now severed, my chest begins to glow bright red, the skin of my chest bubbling like water brought to a boil, until finally, my chest explodes, sending blood, flesh and scraps of bone bursting into the air. From the explosion, a red flame ascends from my dead body. 

Blockbuster: I feel the heat from the flame, and raise my head, finally opening my eyes. “Red…?” 

Red_Bondsman: Red bolts of lightning begin flashing out from the flame, and against those flashes form the image of a man become deity. The Red Angel. “I have returned, Dom. As I always do. Not as I was. Here. A man of flesh. A mere mortal…but as my destiny. The winged seraph of warriors. The angel of blood.” 

Blockbuster: “Why?” I ask, forcing myself to my feet in front of your angelic presence. “Why do you torment me this way?” 

Red_Bondsman: In response to your question, my wings expand, wrapping around you and bringing you into my arms. With a flash of bright light, we arrive where we met, at the basin of the Archerod River. I see the lingering question in your eyes, so I point straight ahead, directing your attention to the ground across the basin where your dead body lies. 

Blockbuster: “That,” I say, eyes widening with shock upon the realization, “that...is…me. I’m…dead?” I turn to ask you the question, looking into your eyes, seeing the answer in the coal black of your orbs before you can even reply. 

Red_Bondsman: “You took a blade to the heart from the general of the Eborean forces. He pulled it out as he was speared through the head by one of your soldiers. You were so enraged in the heat of battle that you never felt it, until after the victory had been secured. Only then did I call to bring you here. My extended hand begins to glow bright red, as does your dead body. The red-light energies heal your internal and external wounds, and slowly, life returns and your body begins to rise. 

Blockbuster: “You sacrificed yourself for me?” I ask, a trickle of a tear rolling down from my left eye. 

Red_Bondsman: “Of course. You are and will always be…my heart… and my soul. I will always protect you. Wherever you are. Whatever form you take know this. I am always watching over you…and that we will meet…and dance the warrior’s dance…again.” 

“Such is our story. For as long as you continue to spill blood in honor to the gods of war, you are under the protection of the Red Angel. I have countless lives to give you, the truest of warriors, and I will give them. Without question. Without hesitation. Whenever the time comes. Now go. Your journey as a warrior continues, and my duties as the blood angel call me elsewhere but know this…” 

Blockbuster: Your final words echo in my head until I wake up at the edge of the basin, surrounded by a bevy of my troops. “General, are you all right?” One of the soldiers asks. “You wandered off. We thought you…” 

“DEAD? IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?” I yell at the lot of them. Jumping up from the ground in a thunder of laughter, I pound my right fist hard and repeatedly against my chest to affirm to my men…as well as myself…that I am very much among the living. “Surely, you war dogs know by now that there isn’t a man alive or weapon made that can take my life. Now, let us celebrate this glorious victory well into the night, for we have earned it.” 

Red_Bondsman: A red haze emblazons the sky as the general and his horde leave the basin, arms and voices raised in victory. Suddenly, a whisp of wind passes through the crisp evening air, its echo heard by one man only. “I love you.”

Published: 2026-01-04, viewed 86 times.