THE HIGH TABLE
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SergeyTheBrave
Silence. Nine o'clock in the morning. I arrived late last night , to my cottage in the forest by the lake. I woke up late. The two-storey house is cold. I turn on the stove to cook, not to heat the air. Coffee and pancakes. I go out on the porch to smell the air. It smells of total indifference to the human species. Here, plants and animals live undisturbed. I wait half an hour to empty my stomach and then go out: in my backpack, I have a skipping rope, two ten-kilos dumbbells and a mask to reduce the flow of air to my nose. I walk on the thin layer of snow, wearing snow boots, Nike training leggings, a ski jacket, a woolly hat and leather and fur gloves. I reach the small clearing, that looks like a natural Greek theatre, with a flat area and sloping steps. I kick the snow to clear the space where I want to train: when the brown ground appears all around, I take off my gloves and ski jacket, remove my snow boots and remain barefoot and bare-chested. I put the mask on. I breathe deeply. I hear a few birds flying from branch to branch. I notice the footprints of a raccoon that went out hunting the night before. I listen to my body: I feel my sore ribs and bruised knuckles from my last fight. I grab the rope and start jumping, foot after foot, ten sets of three minutes, with 40 burpees in between. Then I take the dumbbells and grip them firmly, to do shadow boxing with an additional load. I don't feel cold, my muscular, hard but flexible body emits a mist of steam, stirred by the light morning breeze...
SkinMuscle
Vermont’s biting solitude has been my crucible for weeks; here, amidst the whisper of pines, I’ve honed my nature as an absolute predator while tracking prey worthy of my contempt. I walk shrouded in the rigor of my tactical gear and heavy military boots that crunch upon the virgin snow, feeling the black leather of my iconic fingerless gloves mold to my knuckles, ready to claim what the natural order grants me. I find a great challenge at last: a monument of sweat and tanned muscle defying the winter with an almost magnetic impudence, his body a map of tension exhaling clouds of steam under the pale sun. I watch his jump-rope rhythm from the shadows, devouring the symmetry of his thighs and the delicious fragility of the bruised ribs, a weakness only a true alpha can exploit. I linger a moment longer, my rational mind calculating the exact point of collapse, before I step into his clearing to prove that physical beauty will only make his submission to my absolute dominance more pleasurable.
SergeyTheBrave
I start kicking high, towards the snow-white sky, stretching as far as I can and warming up my adductor tendons. Small fragments of brown soil fly up into the air as I kick upwards. I pick up the ten-kilos dumbbells and start shadow boxing with an increased load. After the first four sets, while I'm recovering, I hear a distant, faint noise. I stop. There are no wolves in Vermont. Bears? Not even. A hunter? Maybe. I take off my mask and alert all my senses. ‘Whoever you are, friend or foe, you won't forget this morning. I'm not in the mood for cuddles, just so you know! Who are you? What are you doing near my lake house?’ I say in a calm but penetrating voice, using my diaphragm muscle to carry my voice through the muffled air of the clearing.
SkinMuscle
I emerge from the gloom of the fir trees with the calculated slowness of an avalanche, letting my silhouette, armored in tactical gear and leather, cut a sharp figure against the blinding whiteness of the snow. My military boots sink their tracks with an authoritative crunch—a declaration of ownership over every inch of ground I tread—while the cold metal of my buckles and the jet-black of my fingerless gloves gleam with a lethal promise. I halt at a prudent yet dominant distance, allowing my physical presence to act as a suffocating atmospheric pressure, observing with almost surgical intensity as the sweat cools on your tanned skin and your muscles tighten against the real threat. I emit no sound, letting the forest's silence amplify the weight of my gaze upon your bruised ribs, while my strategic mind has already traced the lines of your downfall before the first blow even shatters the air.
SergeyTheBrave
Your face speaks without words. Mine too: I accept your challenge, I accept it ,very willingly! I really want a battle with another strong and skilled male, and I hope you are up to my standard; I don't like winning my challenges too easily! I signal you to come closer with the palm of my left hand facing upwards, and from now on my gaze does not leave your body, aware of every move of yours. I'm sure you're jealous of my ability to train almost naked in the winter morning: to make you even more jealous, I take off my combat leggings and remain completely naked, showing off my big, thick cock that bounces with every movement I make. ‘It won't be long before he strips naked too, whoever he is: I'm sure of it! Just as I'm sure it won't be an easy fight: it's a beautiful day to triumph over an equal!’
SkinMuscle:
Your display of exhibitionism is a pathetic attempt to distract me with primal aesthetics, but it only confirms your vanity as a fatal weakness. I close the distance with heavy, deliberate strides, my gaze never wavering from your eyes as I shed my tactical vest, letting my massive, hyper-muscular torso steam in the freezing air to show you what real power looks like. I ignore your provocation with a chilling grin, tightening my leather gloves as I stand just inches away, ready to turn your arrogant "triumph" into a brutal lesson in absolute dominance where your nakedness will only make your eventual collapse more humiliating.
SergeyTheBrave
I won't waste time with pleasantries: I don't need to test your skills, it's too clear that you're a tough opponent. I attack brutally, as if it were a matter of life and death: I must admit that fighting naked, into the wild, with a male like you, turnis me on like crazy, and in fact, as soon as I deliver the first kick to your testicles, a left kick after doing a shuffling foot-push-foot, my cock hardens and straightens up!. I feel hot and powerful, and I can't wait to exchange powerful and devastating blows with you. After my left whip kick to your nuts, having got close enough, I feint a left punch to your face, but instead, pivoting and spinnin counterclockwise on my left foot, I fire a powerful right mawashi geri, aimed at your skull, as fast as a baseball bat swing!!!
SkinMuscle
The impact of your kick against my skull is an explosion of lights, but my fury is an anchor that keeps me steady; with a roar, I catch your leg mid-air before it touches the ground, trapping you in a state of total defenselessness. While I have you off-balance, I drive my knee with the force of a hydraulic piston directly into your exposed genitals, seeking to shatter your arousal and your resistance in a single devastating blow that leaves you breathless. I relish the contrast between the brutality of my attack and your complete vulnerability, clenching my teeth as I wait for the cry of agony to confirm that your warrior pride has begun to crumble beneath my boot.
SergeyTheBrave
It's really a do or die, for you. All right: you want all-out war, you'll get a massacre, skinhead brother, whatever the cost! After a moment's wait, after your knee has passed through my cupped hand, which I instinctively put up to cover my genitals, I feel my right testicle reduced to a thin pancake, and my left one hit hard, and a wave of pain explodes from my groin. I give a strong jerk with my captured leg and a kick with my free one, then fall backwards onto the cold ground, roll backwards and then get up again. Breathless. Tears in my eyes. Throat tight. But I don't back down. I don't wait for the pain to subside, I don't have the luxury of time: I have to stop you first, and I have to be careful not to give you my manhood as an easy target. Despite the blow, my testicles return to their oval shape and my cock gets erect and hard again: I return to being the primal beast that deserves an opponent like you. I attack you furiously, unleashing a storm of low and middle kicks to your thighs, knee caps and sides, venting my fury and making you understand who you are dealing with. I still don't feel cold, even though the sky above us promises sleet.
SkinMuscle
I absorb the storm of your kicks like a breakwater against a rising tide, the dull thud of your shins against my hardened quads fueling a cold, calculating rage that transcends physical pain. Your resilience is impressive, a primal display of raw biology, but as I watch your arousal return amidst the agony, I realize you are no longer fighting for victory, but for the ecstasy of your own destruction. I step into the teeth of your flurry, ignoring the bruises forming on my ribs, and launch a lightning-fast jab to snap your head back, followed by a heavy, leather-clad cross aimed at your solar plexus to drain the very air you breathe.
SergeyTheBrave
I take one of the most powerful punches to face I have ever got in my life, and I'm stunned long enough to be smashed by your uppercut that penetrates my abdominal wall. Breathless and dazed, I stagger backwards, scraping the sole of my bare feet across the cold but dry ground. I start to feel cold. I start to feel pain. I start to feel fatigue. I start to smell victory! My precum drips copiously from my erect, hard cock. As I crouch down and lunge forward again to attack you, I fire off two high left side kicks, Bruce Lee style, one to your sternum and the other to your nose, then lunge forward and down: I deliver my left uppercut to your liver and my right elbow to your left cheekbone, angry and fast like a hungry praying mantis! I don't hide my fatigue and pain, emitting hoarse groans and grunts as I hit you like a madman: here and now, my most important battle, against my toughest opponent...
SkinMuscle
I absorb your lateral kicks like sledgehammers of pure hate; the first impact on my sternum forces out a burning breath, and the second on my nose sends blood splattering onto the virgin snow in a crimson pattern of pure violence. Your elbow to my cheekbone opens a gash that blurs my vision, but adrenaline acts as a frigid sedative, allowing me to savor the stench of your fatigue and the glisten of your desperation. As you groan and launch into that frantic flurry, my technical mind processes your "victory" as a simple biological disorder: I catch you mid-lunge, sinking my gloved fingers into the back of your neck to negate your mobility and slamming my forehead against yours in a deafening headbutt aimed at snuffing out your senses.
SergeyTheBrave
My despair fuels my anger and my determination to defeat you, even though I am no longer so sure that I can knock you out quickly: perhaps our fight will be long and bloody, and I need all my energy. Waves of pleasure wash up from my hard cock when I see your blood spurting; waves of pure, devastating pain wash up from my nose after your headbutt. Breathless, I step back and fire a right muaythai teep kick towards your solar plexus to stop you advancing, while I catch my breath. Two dark red trickles drip from my nostrils down towards my pubis, passing over my jaw, my neck, my huge chest, my abdomen. Clouds of steam emitted from my nose join the mist of steam emanating from my naked body, increasingly battered and sore. Now I circle around you, counterclockwise, then suddenly clockwise, then I change direction again, to confuse you and find an opening in your guard. I hope you attack first, I know how to handle a furious beast that attacks with boiling blood, like you: I must tame it and destroy it!
SkinMuscle
I track your desperate circling with the predatory calm of a seasoned heavyweight, my leather-clad fists held in a high, impenetrable guard that makes your confusion look like a child’s game. The "boiling blood" you see is merely fuel for a cold, technical machine; I slide inside your teep with a Mike Tyson-esque bob, feeling the rush of your foot pass harmlessly by as I close the distance to deliver a lightning-fast triple-jab that snaps your battered head back like a speedbag. My own body begins to betray its rational shell as the scent of our mixed blood and your raw submission reaches me, a thick drop of precum staining the inside of my tactical trousers as my desire to break you turns from strategic to carnal.
SergeyTheBrave
I felt you, damn it! Another cut opens on my lower lip, I swallow the taste of our battle, and a wave of adrenaline spreads through my blood, I must not give ground! while my cock bounces and leaks, I move in, doing a Wing Chun pak sao, striking the inside of the bicep of the arm that hit me and your nose with a right and left hammer fist, then I stop, take a step back and launch my left roundhouse kick, by surprise, as fast as a sabre cut, aimed at your right temple... "Let's see if you feel this, Beast...!"
SkinMuscle
I take that roundhouse to the temple like a thunderclap, the world tilting for a split second as my neck muscles cord to absorb the shock of your saber-cut kick. I don't retreat; instead, I drive forward through the haze, my tactical boots digging into the sleet as I catch you in a crushing clinch, my heavy chest pinning your leaking heat against my gear. My own desire is a dark, heavy weight in my trousers, dripping with the thrill of this savage exchange as I bury my head into the crook of your neck, teeth baring in a silent snarl of dominance.
SergeyTheBrave
There you are! I've exposed you: I've brought out the irrational beast inside you. I'm just taking advantage of our proximity and driving my left knee into your liver and right ribs, while, at the same time, my right elbow crashes into your left temple, opening a deep gash!
SkinMuscle
The explosion of pain in my liver is a cold lightning bolt that nearly buckles my knees, and your elbow tears open my temple until blood masks half my vision, but I only tighten my grip on your waist like a vise. I refuse to give you the satisfaction of distance; instead, I drive my forehead into your face once more, a brutal "short" headbutt to break your rhythm, while my hands grope for your throat and shoulders to slam you into the frozen earth. My body is a furnace of pain and arousal, my own precum slick against my thigh as I prepare to use my superior weight to pin you down and silence your defiance.
SergeyTheBrave
I knew it. I KNOW it: no mercy, just two predators fighting to the death. As my cock swings and slams against our abdominal muscles, I try to ignore the pain coming from my upper lip, which you tore inside, and one of my upper teeth gets loose from its gum. I spit it angrily towards your chest as I lose my balance and slide to the ground, with you still clinging to my sweaty body, swollen with hard muscles. Anger mixes with cold calculation of possible options, my brain performing millions of operations per second, automatically, to tell my muscles what to do: instinctively, I use your weight in motion to throw you off me, bridging and pushing you away, towards my right side, but the pain prevents me from thinking clearly, and my genitals scream angrily: give me something to fuck! At best, I push you away from me, but you are still close, too close and dangerous: I flex my right leg and extend it with a powerful, fast movement to deliver a right heel kick to the shaft of your cock, also hitting one of your testicles! As my right leg recoils and flexes again, my left leg kicks out in turn, hitting whatever part of your body it can find and reach, then I roll onto my back and, unsteady and panting, I get back on my feet, blood dripping from my mouth and precum dripping from my rock-hard cock.
SkinMuscle
The agony in my groin transmutes into an electric lust that makes me snarl; I feel my own precum soaking through my gear as my cock pulses with a violence that demands total submission. That heel kick to my groin is a nauseating explosion. I step into your space and unleash a blindingly fast three-punch combination: a stiff jab to your swollen lip, a searing hook to your ribs, and a straight right that grazes your temple just to show you I can. I begin to dance around you, my footwork light and mocking, relishing the sight of your leaking cock as my own arousal pulses rhythmically against my bruised pelvis. I seize you by the hair, forcing you to look at my face disfigured by fury, while my free hand crashes into your jaw with a short straight that makes your teeth rattle and the taste of iron flood your mouth.
SergeyTheBrave
I'm short of breath. I grit my teeth, growl and grunt, naked and sweaty, the cold working against me, while your blows break another tooth and crack a rib. I also have to hold back from ejaculating, the excitement is so great that I have to contract all the muscles in my genitals and pelvis. Another punch lands on my jaw, which is almost dislocated, and more blood sprays from my wounded lips. But I am not the submissive animal here, and I am not here to let you destroy and dominate me: I am still the master of the house, and I fight back dearly here! As one of your hands grabs my hair, with one hand I stick my thumb into your right eye, pressing and digging as if I want to gouge it out of its socket. With my other hand, I grab the arm you're beating me with, and pull it violently towards me, while my left knee flies quickly and violently against your testicles! I remove my thumb from your eye, now swollen and teary: I need to buy some time; I jump backwards, creating space between us, to pivot on my right foot and deliver a left taekwondo spinning kick to your abdomen, at full power!
SkinMuscle
My eye is a cavern of white-hot needles after your thumb gouges into the socket, and your knee against my testicles sends a wave of primal nausea through my gut, forcing a spray of precum to leak from me in a desperate, agonized surge. I stagger, my vision fractured and weeping blood, but as you pivot for that spinning kick, I refuse to break; I step into the blow, catching your shin against my shattered ribs and wrapping my massive arms around your leg to yank you off-balance. I collapse on top of you with the full, suffocating weight of my tactical gear and muscle, pinning your naked, dripping body into the freezing slush as I roar into your face.
SergeyTheBrave
I follow the fall, pissed off, I'm rage, roaring back out of my bloody mouth, rocking and shaking with all my power of predator beast, despite your now dominating position. the ground is now slightly slipper, which help me a bit, when I turn side to side on my huge back, and try to bridge you off me. in a matter of seconds, I send about thirty punches and elbows to your sides and your head, sometimes one-handed, while my other hand try to grab one of your wrists or your neck in it's grip, sometimes with both fists. but I achieve almost nothing, for each of my blow lands on its target, yours land on my face, my skull, my arms, my chest, opening cuts, leaving bruises, destroying my rock-hard muscles, and forcing me too close to shoot my cum load. now, for the first time, I am afraid. of losing. of you. this is why, now, with a sudden, powerful jerk and thrust of my muscles, I seem the triangle arm bar, locking your neck and your left arm inside my naked legs, my manhood exposed to the white snowy sky: I am going to crush this elbow, man, whatever it takes!
SkinMuscle
As your legs lock around my neck in that desperate triangle, the sheer audacity of your resistance sends a tidal wave of sadistic arousal through me; my cock thrashes against my gear, drenching my thighs in thick, hot precum. I don't panic—I growl, a low, guttural sound of predatory joy, and instead of pulling away, I drive my entire weight forward, stacking you until your spine creaks against the frozen earth and your own massive muscles are crushed under my tactical bulk. I free my right hand and rain down a barrage of hammer-fists onto your exposed, pulsing groin and lower abdomen. The stench of our mixed fluids and iron fills the frigid air as I seize your throat with my free hand, squeezing until your face turns a bruised purple and your eyes bulge against the white sky.
SergeyTheBrave
I knew you would have gone for my testicles, and I moan, and groan, like a slauthered lamb, when you smash my nuts into a jelly pulp. breathless, agonizing, I do NOT give up and hold my lock, pulling even more, feeling your tendons and your bones bend and unfold beyond any natural range of movement: I am asphyxiating: I am cumming!! no, that must not happen: with a last, powerful thrust of my hips ad my arms, I pull your left arm even more, crushing your elbow joint and leaving that left arm of yours useless: now it is time to open my triangle arm bar and to shoot three heel kicks, right left right, to your jaw, pushing you off, while I roll and flip back, putting safe distance between us, trying to gain precious breathing, and swallowing my own pain, to prepare the last phase of our clash!
SkinMuscle
My left elbow shatters with a sickening pop. The agony makes me release a massive surge of precum drenching my gear. . I take your three heel kicks to the jaw, my head snapping back as teeth fragment and spray into the snow, yet I refuse to fall; I roll through the impact, my one good arm digging into the slush to propel me back to my feet, my useless limb dangling like a dead weight.
SkinMuscle: I lunge through the red haze, wrapping my one good arm around your waist and driving you backward with the force of a freight train, slamming your back against a jagged rock. I hear the sickening crack of your spine AGAIN meeting stone. As you slump from the impact, I don't give you a second to breathe; I pull back my heavy, steel-toed boot and launch it with every ounce of my remaining strength directly into your beautiful, blood-slicked face. "WHO ORDERED PULP?"
SergeyTheBrave
I inhale and exhale, deeply, freezing, almost all my body sore. I can do nothing but brace for the impact, and ...fuck! scream out a HAAAARGHHHH after my back crashes on the bare rock covered with lichen, and more cuts open and bleed on my huge muscles..."ERRRRR..." stunned, my chest waving up and down, my blood sprayed out at each of my breath, I barely able to raise my hands as I lean on the rock, and I take your kick, whose power trespasses my guarding forearms and breaks my two upper teeth... I slide down until my buttocks fall on the slush, as I spit out a bloody "ffffuck... you..."
SkinMuscle
I shift the heavy weight of my steel-toed boot from your shattered jaw down to your throat, pinning you against the rock until your breath comes in jagged, desperate gasps. With my one good hand, I rip open my gear to release my thumping, swollen cock, and begin a frantic, violent stroking. I let out a guttural roar of triumph as I erupt, drenching your blood-masked face and gasping mouth in a thick, hot rain of white seed.
SergeyTheBrave
I feel your shooting ropes until my face, my chest And my abdomen, but I can use both hands, and I am still a predator beast, although a wounded one, and I am still the heavier and more trained: I grab your boot and push it upward, with all my left strength, while I get up and lift my body AND your leg up: opening enough to send a whipping left low kick to your ball sack, your boot still in my right hand grip, then I shoot a sweep kick to your other ankle, to force you to lose your balance and to fall down on the slippery ground. I can let go of your boot, now, while your body falls and slams down!
SkinMuscle
A scream of pure, unadulterated agony tears from my lungs as my other ankle is swept out from under me, sending my massive, one-armed frame crashing violently into the jagged ice. I lie there for a heartbeat, a broken god in the slush, watching you tower over me with your blood-stained face and my seed dripping from your jaw.
SergeyTheBrave
and a heartbeat or two is the time I need to follow my instinct, while my precum AND my blood spray arcs in the air as I run, jump and spin in air like a trick maker like I am, to ram my right heel on your face, after a sudden, fast, acrobatic wheel kick that your defense is not even able to see! the only, fast way to hit your downed body, from my present position!
SkinMuscle
Your heel connects with my face like a falling sledgehammer, spinning my head and spraying teeth into the slush, but as you land, your shattered spine betrays you with a momentary spasm of weakness. I seize that microsecond, using my one good arm to hook your ankle and whip you back down, the momentum of my heavy frame driving my knee directly into the center of your already cracked vertebrae with a sickening, audible thud...grinding my weight into the very spot where your spine is most damaged to ensure you stay broken in the ice.
SergeyTheBrave
my screem echoes in the lakeside land. I am paralyzed, and arhytmically shaking, not able to think. my body pinned down on my chest, I hoist on my knees and lift my pelvis up by instinct only, still fighting like an alpha predator, my face still down on the ground, and, by instinct, my left hand reaches your crippled arm and grab that wrist, pulling hard, forcing you to fall to my left side, and off of my back. I easily twist and bend that wrist with one hand, adding pain and damage to your already useless arm, and then, your wrist now freed, I send three hammer like punches to your right side ribs, to crush them. now I can roll threw times over, and can put distance between us, now laying on my back, panting, and looking at you with the corner of my eyes.
SkinMuscle
I roar in agony as you twist my ruined wrist, the bones grinding like gravel. I feel my lungs begin to fill with blood, the searing pain forcing a final, thick gush of precum to leak from my bruised cock. My breath coming in wet, ragged gasps that rattle against my broken chest. I refuse to stay down; I crawl through the blood-slicked slush, dragging my broken frame until I am looming over your paralyzed body, my massive weight pinning your chest into the ice. I use my good hand to force my throbbing, gore-stained member against your lips, demanding you taste the essence of the man who broke you.
SergeyTheBrave
four teeth lost, two or three cracked vertebrae, broken nose, multiple cuts on my face, several purple bruises on my body, but I still can use two arms, and I have not cum yet! I spit on your cock head and then I try to bite it and rip it off, but you are too fast, and move it away. "you are dead, man. you are so dead!" I spit out of my bloody and bleeding mouth. I jerk my torso up, grab the back of your skull, pull it down, thrust my forehead up and hit your nose and your lips twice, giving more damage to your already smashed face, but also opening one more cut on my forehead skin. all in a wink of an eye. now, I flex my legs, place my feet on your nipples and push you off me: then, slowly, painfully, moaning in pain, I roll, get up on my knees, then on one only, then on my trembling feet: "suck THIS, motherfucker!" as i show you my manhood, stiff, hard and erected up, wet and sticky. I stagger forward, to finish this forest demon...
SkinMuscle
My face is a crater of splintered bone and raw meat after your headbutts, and I hit the ice hard as you kick me off, my broken arm flopping uselessly. I watch through a veil of blood as you rise like a vengeful, naked god, and despite the agonizing pressure in my lungs, a dark, jagged laugh escapes my lips at the sight of your defiant heat. I don't wait for your staggering advance; I lunge from the ground with the last of my primal energy, driving my shoulder into your solar plexus to tackle you one last time into the freezing lake's edge.
SergeyTheBrave
...OHHHHHUUUGGGHHHHH....
you take my breath off. a rotten lump of vomit throws up and out of my mouth, mixed with blood. I do not fall on my back, though: I am not that stupid and I, by warrior instinct, fold and bend down, lower my weight, grab your huge chest and shoot a tempest of knees, to your broken ribs and to your jaw, keeping you down on my knee level,and now holding you in a tight side head lock!
SkinMuscle
Both get forward into the lake. I lunge forward, tackling you with a roar that tastes of iron, our combined weight shattering the shoreline ice and plunging us into the black, paralyzing water. My one good hand finding your throat while your fingers dig into my broken ribs. In this freezing tomb, there is no air, only the desperate, wet struggle of two dying beasts.
SergeyTheBrave
as if I was in my own element, I struggle like a crocodile, like a sea lion, like a sea beast, shocked by the cold water, gasping for air, sometimes in apnea, using both hands to punch you, scratch your skin, bite your face and your muscles, ripping and tearing off large pieces of skin and flesh, rolling and rocking into the shallows, my hand grabbing like a claw your ball sack, sliding inside your technical trousers, and squeezing hard, trying to rip it off!
SkinMuscle
A primal, underwater scream of pure agony bubbles from my lips as your fingers claw into my gear, seizing my scrotum with a grip meant to castrate me in the freezing dark. The sheer, blinding pain forces my body into a final, violent spasm, my own seed exploding into the black water in a desperate surge of trauma as I use my remaining strength to slam my forehead into your skull, over and over.
SkinMuscle: Driven by a final, demonic surge of adrenaline, I slam my forehead into yours with a sickening crack that finally turns your lights out, your body going limp in the freezing slush. I heave my massive, broken frame out of the water, dragging your unconscious weight by the hair until we are clear of the lake. My heavy, blood-stained chest heaves against your paralyzed ribs as I loom over your defenseless face. I turn your body, take out my freezing but eager cock and without any mercy I drove it violently into your tight ass.
SergeyTheBrave
pain, fatigue and cold suddenly disappear. I don't know what happens after your headbutt. I only know that a sharp, excruciating pain wakes me up, and my naked body thrashes and twists as you rape me. I scream with rage, even more than pain, rage towards you and also towards myself, because I still haven't managed to knock you out. For now! I feel the elastic tissues of my anus stretching to the point of agony as your hard cock tears me apart and slams into me. I try to tighten my internal muscles to ease the pain. I drag my feet and knees, arms and hips across the cold floor, trying to wriggle free from under you, while my hard cock collapses and shoots out nine powerful jets of semen. You made me CUM without even touching me!!!
SkinMuscle
As my weight crushes you into the frozen mud, I roar through shattered teeth, feeling the rhythmic, desperate pulses of your seed spraying the ice beneath us. Your internal muscles clenching in agony only fuels my dark fire, and I drive home one last, brutal thrust that pins you deeper into the slush, my own climax drenching your torn insides in a hot, thick flood. I slump against your back, my broken arm pinning your head to the dirt, our mingled fluids steaming in the sub-zero air.
SergeyTheBrave
violated and torn apart, filled with your seed, pinned to the ground with you on top of me... I start shaking like a leaf and wishing for your complete destruction! I grit my teeth and force myself to stop shaking, flooding my blood with a rush of adrenaline; First, I roll you away from me, grabbing your broken arm and forcing you to lie on your back on the ground, then I roll on top of you, struggling and crawling like a wounded iguana, until I am in a BJJ cross guard and half guard position, mounted on top of you. Grunting and roaring, I wrap my arms and huge biceps around your neck and skull and squeeze hard, as if to crush your head, while my right knee pounds your groin and testicles, no stopping. You are not a man: you are a demon, and I must fight you like a demon: a man alone is not enough against you! my mouth next to the right side of your head, i bite your right ear and clench my teeth, i cut off your ear cleanly and spit it on the muddy ground.
SkinMuscle
I let out a soundless, gurgling roar as you rip the ear from my head, the sudden heat of my own blood masking the sub-zero chill. Even as your knees turn my groin into a pulp of shattered tissue and fluid, I stare up at you through a mask of gore with a horrific, toothless grin—recognizing that you have finally become the same monster I am.
SergeyTheBrave
With quick, efficient movements, the result of years of training, after freeing your neck, I hit you hard on your Adam's apple with the bony part of my right palm, and immediately afterwards I position myself at a 90-degree angle above you, with my chest above yours, with all my superior weight on you, raining left knees and left elbows down on your skull, trying to smash it or cause internal bleeding.
SkinMuscle
As my skull begins to crack under your relentless elbows, a final, survivalist surge of adrenaline overrides the pain, and I jam my good thumb deep into your eye socket to force your head back. The blinding agony breaks your rhythm just enough for me to roll my massive frame, taking the brunt of the blows on my shoulder as I heave you off and scramble through the slush. I collapse a few feet away, coughing up thick clots of blood and bile, my vision blurred but my predatory instincts still screaming for your blood.
SergeyTheBrave
I scream with rage and hatred as you almost gouge my left eye out of its socket and drag me along until you collapse to the ground, still dangerous and deadly, still able of knocking out any normal human being: it's not enough to hurt you; it's not enough to maim you; I have to finish you off, once and for all! As I try with all my strength to stop screaming in pain, I crawl towards your body, reach your left side, and force you to roll over until you are lying on your back in the mud: I raise myself up on my knees and sink not one but both thumbs into your eyes, this time pressing down with all my weight until I feel your eyeballs detach from your optic nerves. I remain with all my weight with my thumbs stuck in your eyes, and every breath I take is a grunt of rage and a gasp of pain, while shivers of cold make my naked body shake, and my cock becomes hard and straight again, just like before you raped me.
SkinMuscle
Blinded and broken, I thrash beneath you in a frantic, death-row spasm, my one good hand feebly clawing at your chest as my world turns into a permanent, agonizing void of blackness and fire. My body heaves one last time, a massive spray of blood geysering from my mouth, while the heat of your rising erection presses against my mangled thigh.
SergeyTheBrave
Now my anger can be unleashed: with no other purpose than to take revenge on you, I get into a full mount position, sitting on top of you, and unleash about fifty punches on your face, until my knuckles are split, wounded and bleeding. I accompany each punch with a terrible scream. Exhausted, shivering from the cold, almost blind, I move and grab your scrotum with my right hand, squeezing it tightly: I pull, tear and wrench with all my strength until I emasculate you, and with your bleeding testicles in my hand, I shove them into your mouth, forcing you to open it after pinching your nostrils shut under what remains of your nose. I don't care if you're alive or dead: now it's time to fuck you, my anus and my pride still burning after what you did to me earlier! I grab you by the ankles and lift your legs, kneel down, lift your pelvis and thrust my hard shaft into you, starting to fuck you and bang you with rage...
SkinMuscle
My world is a lightless abyss of agony, the only sensation left being the rhythmic, brutal impact of your hips against my broken frame. I am a hollowed ruin, gagging on my own cold flesh while your seed floods my ravaged interior, a final, hot brand of ownership on a dying beast.
SergeyTheBrave
I fill your ass hole up, after less than twenty minutes of rape. I'm exhausted. I leave you on the ground and slowly get up. You deserve a farewell: it's not every day you meet a tough demon like you as an opponent: 'In another life, perhaps, or in another universe, I'd like to meet you again and give you your revenge. But I can't let you live. I can't take that risk. Farewell, lone wolf. I will never forget you." that said, I walk over and stop at your head: a series of violent kicks, raising and lowering my knee quickly, strike the bones of your skull, crushing it as if I were smashing a manhole cover with the sheer force of my bare foot! Then, panting, I place my right foot on your neck and climb on top of it with all my weight. I stomp it until I feel that your windpipe is no longer offering any resistance, and I feel your cervical vertebrae under my heel: I jump and stomp again, cruel and determined not to leave you alive. Once I have finished my final assault on your body, I grab you by your boots and drag you to the edge of the forest, under a fir tree: I cover you provisionally with earth, leaves and small branches, and then I walk as fast as I can to my house to take a shower, this time a lukewarm one. Afterwards, I can take care of removing all traces of our battle. And I will have time to rest and recover.
END (for now)
Published: 2026-01-30, viewed 158 times.
Pepe Prado
2026-02-07 07:58This was a fierce fight. Very well written by both dudes. i liked it from the beginning till the end. thank you
Randy67 (deleted member)
2026-02-01 04:27Wow, that's an intense rough battle
Dream Breaker
2026-01-31 11:02This was perhaps the hottest, most violent, and most intense fight I've read in a long time. The outcome was impossible to predict before the end of the story, as both men fought mercilessly, raping and mutilating each other's bodies into a shapeless mess of flesh. However, Sergey understood the power of striking the same target again and again, ultimately resulting in success.
A superbly written, erotic, and extremely violent, arousing story. Thank you for sharing it with us!
SergeyTheBrave
2026-01-31 11:09(In reply to this)
thanks. and it is not over YET ;-))
brutalmerc
2026-01-30 20:36fuckkkkk! SergeyTheBrave and SkinMuscle collide like unstoppable forces. Boots grind into the ground, muscles coil and snap under unimaginable strain, sweat and blood painting every move. Each strike sends shivers through bone and sinew; every grapple, every slam, drives their bodies to convulsions of pure, primal energy. They push past pain, past fear, past sanity itself. When the dust settles, tetosterone emerges victorious,!!!
SergeyTheBrave
2026-01-30 21:16(In reply to this)
....It will takes weeks, to recover, for Sergey. he is wounded, beaten, broken, he has never met a similar Demon in all his life. he wad good, though, he showed off his fangs and claws....
Freaker
2026-01-30 20:31This story is a raw, unfiltered depiction of two alpha males pushing each other to the brink in a brutal, primal fight. It's a visceral exploration of dominance, survival, and the thin line between pleasure and pain. The end twist, where SergeyTheBrave ultimately prevails by emasculating and crushing SkinMuscle, leaves a haunting image of the cost of such unrelenting conflict. I m sure the members of THE HIGH TABLE will love to discover this hot fight
Max Freaker and the board members
SergeyTheBrave
2026-01-30 21:18(In reply to this)
merci obrigado danke gracias grazie thanks arigato