THE HIGH TABLE

DENNIS BAIN:

I arrive at the fight club, my hands and knuckles covered till my elbows with red tape. I’m wearing a grey hoodie, a duffel bag in my right hand and loose grey gym shorts. The hoodie is over my head, I register my name in the list and walk over to the locker room. I enter the dirty locker room, water on the floor. Smell of blood and sweat invades my nostrils. A few lights flickering, loud banter of guys talking about their matches. Some guys sitting all alone nursing their wounds cleaning them up. A few others preparing for their fights. I make my way to my assigned locker and place my bag into it. Strip off my hoodie revealing my ripped torso, broad shoulders and narrow waist. Hard abs. I take off my shoes and socks, place them all in the locker. Take my name tag and after locking the door I walk over to the entrance of the arena. I hand the tag to the gatekeeper, he smirks and says you’re next. I nod curtly and walk over to the fight room. The crowd is jacked up over the latest fight which is ending, I make my way through the crowd and walk over to the cage. Clenching and unclenching my fists, the fight ends and the looser is carried out by the helpers. I’m ushered in the cage, I walk over to my neutral corner and patiently wait for my opponent while I’m introduced to the crowd. Standing at 6ft 170 lbs of lean muscle. Wave my right hand to the crowd, hands on my hips looking at the entrance of the cage waiting for you

DARIAN BARROS:

I'm a fairly new fighter, but I've had a promising start. I have knocked out a few bigger guys, but the organizers of tonight's fight wanted a more even match and insisted that the fighters be of similar size. So my 6'1" height and just over 180 lbs will be up against another guy of roughly the same size. I arrive late, as always, but under my hoodie I'm already dressed in my blue MMA shorts, and with my arms spread wide, hungry for victory, I step into the spotlight-lit ring. I glare at my opponent a few times and settle into my corner, waiting for the best moment when the bell rings and I can start pounding my opponent into pulp. Something stiffens in my shorts from the anticipation.

DENNIS BAIN:

I glare at you, my face stoic and stern. My bulge stirs looking at that hot body covered in tattoos. Clench and unclench my fists as I lick my lips, reach down to tug on my shorts to adjust my growing bulge. I step to the middle of the ring after your introduction, the referee gives his instructions and tells us to stop attacking when he says stop attacking. I chuckle and nod curtly…. Take a step back and raise my fists up to my jawline “I’m going to make sure you regret getting in the ring with me bitch”

DARIAN BARROS:

If you expected me to get scared by your threatening words you couldn´t be more wrong. Instead I smirk at you and spit on your face. "Sure pretty boy. Before you notice you will be down on the canvas begging me to stop". Not giving you a chance to chew my words any deeper I spin around and aim a high roundhouse kick into your exposed chest. "Nice shorts", I chuckle staring at your prominent bulge.

DENNIS BAIN:

I scoop your spit off my face with a snarl, grunting from your kick to my chest I stagger back a few step. A bruise over my left pec, snarling I clench my fists tightly, stepping towards you I pretend to send out a jab to your face, while I lift my right foot up and slam my heel into your left foot. Stepping closer to you I send out a brutal uppercut to your chin with my right fist

DARIAN BARROS:

I squat trying to dodge your jab that never arrives when your heel hits the target. I lift my leg into the air, staggering backwards as your uppercut hits my jaw with force, tilting my head backwards. I stagger and stumble further, when I finally stop rubbing my sore jaw with my forearm. "Not bad, pretty boy. But you need more than that". Rushing to you with rage I surge on you wrapping my arms around your upper thigs trying to make you to lose your balance and take you down to the canvas as my forehead lands roughly into your abs.

DENNIS BAIN:

I’m standing tall on my feet, I look at you from head to toe, smirking. Tough guy is not shaken after the hard uppercut! Eyes widen when you come at me and try to tackle me down, I hook my arms under your armpits holding you like a bull by the horns… spread my legs wider to balance myself and lean slightly forward grunting slightly. “Not so fast bitch!” I snake my arm around your neck trying to go in for a tight standing guillotine chokehold… while I launch two knee strikes, one aimed to your lower abs and one directly into that hot big bulge

DARIAN BARROS:

I struggle like hell feeling your arm sliding around my neck. There´s no doubt what you are trying to do and before I have finished my thoughts I feel your body swaying slightly to one side. I lift my leg up in a hook, preventing your knee from hitting my abs, as you surprise me with a dirty knee strike that sinks deep into my bulge. My eyes widen, bulging out of their sockets as my mouth drops wide open. Screaming into your ear my knees get limp as I collapse on my right knee in front of you. You have still a tight hold of my neck but I am not done, far from that. I shove my arm between your legs and punch your bulge, wrapping my fingers around your orbs as I squeeze them hard. "You wanted to play dirty, let´s play dirty", I mumble hoping my strike to be enough to make you to release my neck from your choke.

DENNIS BAIN:

You drop down to your knee, I smirk thinking I have this in my hand. I’m ready to make my move and choke your throat but your punch smashes into my bulge lifting it up making me gasp in shock! Eyes bulging out, knees wooble. When you grab my balls in your grip I wince feeling the danger. I release your head and push your head back… slam my elbow into your right eye followed by a hard kick against your own bulge while I shove you down to the canvas

DARIAN BARROS:

The corner of my eye starts to swell immediately as your kick hits my bulge. Luckily my free hand was still nursing my balls after your previous strike and absorbs part of the impact. I hit my back against the canvas with the only idea getting back onto my feet as soon as possible. I aim a steel hard kick from the canvas into your angle trying to buy some time to get up. Rolling away until I get some distance to you I skip up fast. Sending a blow into your solar plexus I step closer and aim my elbow into your left temple. "Swallow that pretty boy!"

DENNIS BAIN:

I stagger back away from you holding my bulge with my right hand, I stagger back until I feel the cold steel of the cage fence hitting my back. I rest for a while rubbing my acing bulge “fucking cunt!” I snarl and spit to the side. You come at me sending out a blow into my upperabs, flexing them firmly I take your hit with an audible grunt, I duck down dodging your elbow attack to my head, slipping behind you I send out a push kick into the back of your knee forcing you down to your knees and roaring loudly I shoot out a push kick twice into your face crushing your head into the cage fence

DARIAN BARROS:

The taste of copper fills my mouth as I hit my skull against the cage fence after receiving a devastating kick into my face. But if you think you can hit the same spot twice I have a surprise for you. When your second kick is approaching my face I am prepared. I snap a grab of your ankle guiding your kick away from my head and using the momentum I pull you by your trapped leg closer to me, lifting it high above my head. I hit my elbow hard into the kneecap of your blocked foot as my free hand balls to fist. "You will regret your decision", I spit blood on your bulge as I send an uppercut into your exposed lower abs.

DENNIS BAIN:

AAAHHHH FUCKING BITCH! I cry out loudly as your elbow rams hard into my knee. Wincing, I bite my lower lips and leap up sending out a hard roundhouse kick to your face with my other foot while I flip and tug my trapped foot out of your grip

DARIAN BARROS:

Didn´t expect you to react that fast. Your kick lands squarely into my head sending me down on my back on the sweat and spit soaked canvas. Dazed, my head humming I crawl on my back, with the help of my elbows, trying to get some safe distance to you. I try to shake the stars out of my head but your kick got me good.

DENNIS BAIN:

I land on both of my feet, immediately drop down to my side holding my bruised knee, snarling while I look at you. Sweaty long hair matted over my forehead, see you crawling away on your back. Wild smile over my face, reach out and grab your ankle firmly… pulling your leg and tightly holding it close to my chest. Scissor it firmly. I twist your ankle hard… strike out a heel kick aimed to your big red bulge “fucking cunt!”

DARIAN BARROS:

Seeing what's coming, I try to turn my hips to the side to avoid the worst, but your lock on to my ankle is firm. I fold like a stupid Swiss Army knife as your merciless heel sinks deep into my bulge and hits my defenseless balls hard, screaming from the bottom of my lungs as my body squirms on the canvas. "You fucker! You will pay dearly for this!", I groan in pain trying to get my trapped leg free.

DENNIS BAIN:

I smile evilly and press my foot firmly against your hot warm bulge. I feel your balls rolling between my foot and your hip bone. I let out a chuckle push myself to my knee… trying to flip you over to your back to secure a full body mount. Once secured I send out four right hooks into your cheek follow that quickly with a hard left hook to your cheek.

 

DARIAN BARROS:

Your foot is not just hurting my balls but makes my cock to grow steel hard in my shorts, trying to break the thin fabric of them. I try to push you away with my arms but sooner than I thought you control my body as those nasty hooks land on my face. I cannot think clear, I am even more dazed as before. My reactions are controlled only by instincts as I lift my arms hitting my elbows into your sides.

DENNIS BAIN:

I grab your arm which is swinging wildly around. Trapping it firmly between my rib and arm. I ball up my fist and send out hammer fists against your face. Changing them into neck. Sweat and blood drips down your face as I drone above you dominating you. My bulge getting bigger as i go into beast mode

DARIAN BARROS:

My defense quickly crumbles as my hands fall limply next to my body and my head swings back and forth in a daze. My eyes are swollen shut, and I can barely stay conscious, unlike my cock, which twitches lustfully in my pants. "Let me go!" I beg in a quiet voice.

DENNIS BAIN:

i press my ass down firmly against your hard twitching cock. a smile on my face as i ball up my fists firmly and send out a few more hooks watching your face snap side to side. each of my hit gets a twitch of your cock against my ass cleft. i hear a buzzing sound in my ear and the world goes dark around me. my focus is just the face which is snapping side to side spraying blood and spit. Suddenly a hand presses against my shoulder and i stop my offensive. i place both of my hands on your chest and realise that ive knocked you unconscious. i sit on your bulge looking down at your knocked out face bloodied and bruised

DARIAN BARROS:

Your punches are raining all over my face, left and right, right and left until I lose the count, I don´t know how many they are as my vision is fast getting blurry and the initial pain slowly disappearing. Flashes of red and white even my eyes are closed, sounds that can be heard from further and further away until there´s nothing, just the silence and the taste of blood in my mouth. The last image etched onto my retinas is your face.

DENNIS BAIN:

The realisation hits me that ive won, by TKO. my hands on your chest feel it heaving frantically. the rush of adrenaline subsiding in me. a surge of testosterone makes something built up within me and i let out a roar while striking a pose above you. the ref announces me as the winner of the match, i look down at you one last time. see your knocked out body, bruised and spread eagled. bulge tenting admiring my work, i brush my nose and roll my shoulders back. turning around i start walking out of the ring leaving the referee behind to check out on you

DARIAN BARROS:

There are no sign of you, just the memory of your punches hammering my face and body. Reality hits me harder than your uppercut when I realize that I have lost the fight badly. The medic blinds my eyes with a small flashlight, checking my pupils and increasing my irritation. I shout in frustration, pushing the medic and the organizers away from me. "This is not over, not yet" I shout and get up rushing after you. Before you have time to turn my fist hits your neck, sinking deep into the spot where your skull is attached to your body.

DENNIS BAIN:

Just as I am  making my way to the locker room I hear you right behind me. The pain hits me. I fall down on my knees. Dazed I lift my arms up around my head as I collapse sittin on the canvas.

 

DARIAN BARROS:

I see the confusion on your surprised face when you notice me standing in front of you. I grab your hair and slam my knee into your face, hearing the thin cartilage of your nose break loudly and your warm blood stain my kneecap. "Did you think you could just leave like that, did you think I was already out of the game? Surprise!"

DENNIS BAIN:

With the taste of blood in my mouth, I raise my arms to protect my face from your blows. You are enraged and filled with anger, which is never beneficial in combat. It easily blinds your judgment and clouds your defense. You stand in front of me, ready to strike again, when I quickly surprise you with a right straight to the huge bulge in your red shorts. I feel your balls flatten under my fist against your body.

DARIAN BARROS:

A dry cry escapes my mouth as I collapse to my knees, my hands protecting my painful balls. You stand up in front of me, calm but threatening.

DENNIS BAIN:

"So you like surprises? I have one for you," my voice is emotionless, clear, and calm. I kick you in the face, throwing you onto your back on the canvas. I kick you between the legs, feeling something break under my foot. A wet, spreading stain on your bulge confirms it. Your agonized scream drowns out the roar of the crowd. I move to your head. The referee rushes over as I finally press my foot onto your windpipe and step on it with all my weight. A small jolt and the cartilage in your throat gives way, crushing your windpipe. You cough up blood, your body writhes for a moment until you lie lifeless on the ground. I leave the ring.

Published: 2026-01-16, viewed 110 times.