THE HIGH TABLE

OFFICER BOLT:

"What a fucking hard day. Luckily my shift will be over soon," I thought as my partner poked me in the side with his elbow. A young man with a shaved head slips into a long-closed sausage factory on the outskirts of town. "SKIN! Today might finally be our lucky day," I chuckle to my partner as we approach the factory door, whose lock has been broken. Skin is on the most wanted list, and his arrest would surely earn us a promotion. "Follow me, Bruce," I lower my voice as we quietly step inside. We pause for a moment to let our eyes adjust to the darkness and listen for any sounds as we draw our weapons and slowly begin to move deeper into the factory. There is no sign of Skin. The area is completely deserted.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I emerge from the shadows like a lethal phantom, my pale skin and shaved head gleaming under the moonlight as I disarm the officers and force them to strip so I can evaluate their worth. My predatory eyes scan their bodies until I scoff at Bruce’s underwhelming size, snapping his neck with a sickening crack before turning my full, lustful attention toward Bolt's impressive and virile frame. I begin to circle the trembling officer, my cold fingers tracing his massive member as I prepare to siphon his vitality and reconstruct my own anatomy into something monumental and dominant before my final revenge against Dream.

OFFICER BOLT:

The loud cracking sound and the look on Bruce´s face tell me he is dead as his body falls down to the floor. I turn my eyes back to your pale face as I feel your cold hard fingers around my stiffening cock. "What the fuck, you faggot", I hiss and aim an uppercut into your face.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I barely flinch as your fist connects, my vampiric resilience turning your desperate blow into nothing more than a dull thud against my jaw. I tighten my icy grip on your massive, pulsing member, letting out a dark, mocking laugh that echoes through the factory as I force you to your knees with my overwhelming strength. Your insults only fuel my hunger; I lean in close to your ear, whispering that your virility now belongs to me, and soon it will be part of my own monumental reconstruction while you become nothing but a hollow corpse.

OFFICER BOLT:

I can´t understand what is happening to my body. My cock gets fully hard, harder than I remember to seen it ever, as I collapse down on my knees. I don´t understand your words, their meaning but what I do understand you have nothing good in mind. Lifting my arm I aim another uppercut but this time into your bulge.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I laugh as your fist hits my crotch, feeling nothing but a surge of power as I crush your hand in mine, grinding your bones into powder to feed my growing strength. Your pain fuels me. I sink my razor-sharp claws deep into your groin, ignoring your screams as I begin the agonizing process of severing your virility from your soul. The air thickens with the scent of blood and dark magic while I physically and spiritually rip your impressive member away, siphoning its raw, masculine essence directly into my own groin to rebuild my stolen anatomy. I watch with sadistic glee as my own crotch begins to swell and harden, expanding into a monumental, thick, and dominant form fueled by the very life force I am tearing out of you.

OFFICER BOLT: 

I scream from the bottom of my lungs as I feel how my cock, I was so proud always, is severed from my body with your bare fingers. My groin is like a geysir of blood. But even more surprised I am watching you to attach my big cock into your groin. You pass your hand and it looks like it has been there always. "What the fuck is going on here?", I ask myself as I try to cup my bleeding groin. "Who are you?"

SKIN MUSCLE:I

 laugh as you pathetically stroke what was once yours, but the game ends the moment I grab your head and shove my new, monstrous member into your mouth. You think this is a perverted game, but my stolen anatomy has become a lethal weapon of pure vampiric power, far larger and harder than it ever was on your body.

OFFICER BOLT:

My own cock in my mouth is a weird idea. I tried it few times but never really had too much success. But this cock is different, hard, like stone as you thrust it into my mouth, perhaps try to force it into my throat.

SKIN MUSCLE:  

With a violent, supernatural thrust, I drive the massive shaft through the back of your throat and shatter your skull, the tip erupting from the other side of your head in a spray of gore.

OFFICER BOLT:

My eyes widen, bulge out of their sockets as you thrust the cock forward, not into my throat but through my neck. My body convulsing violently as all goes black..my soul sucked out from my body entering into my... your cock. Then cold emptiness, darkness...

SKIN MUSCLE:

As the life fades from Bolt's eyes and his shattered skull hangs limply from my new, monumental member, I feel a surge of primal triumph coursing through my veins. My body is finally complete, restored with a virility that surpasses anything I possessed before.

MEANWHILE IN ABANDONED SUBWAY STATION ...

DREAM BREAKER:

The following days were spent reorganizing Skin's world. I redecorated his gloomy room to make it more suitable for my new position. I arranged for better security in the corridors and reinforced the door. Nothing could take away my new world, of which I am now the king. I don't know if Skin survived—probably not—but either way, I am now THE BOSS!

I asked my contacts in police enforcement if there was any sign of Skin. Nobody had seen him or heard about him - good - that means he would be dead somewhere in a remote street gutter. The life was smiling again. I had achieved what I came for, got Skin eliminated and ruled the underground criminal world now. And the best of all, I had got my ripped nut back. I looked at my image in the golden framed mirror and winked my eye at myself. "Dream, you look good. You are the best!"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I stand at the entrance of the subway, my shadow stretching long over the tracks as I listen to Dream’s delusional boasts echoing from within his stolen throne room. My new, monumental member pulses with the stolen life force of the law, a constant reminder of the power I now wield to reclaim everything he thinks is his. I smirk at the sound of his laughter, knowing that while he admires his reflection, the king he believes dead has returned as a god to tear his world apart.

Dream basks in his stolen glory, unaware that every move he’s made has been guided by my invisible hand into this very subway station. He thinks he’s the architect of my demise, but he is merely a rat scurrying through a maze I constructed to deliver him right back to me for the final harvest. My pieces are all in place, and as I step into the dim light of his sanctuary

DREAM BREAKER:

Time has passed and there are no news about Skin. But I am not stupid. While the criminal business has been better than I thought, more profitable than I could have imagined, I was still worried until someone could confirm me Skin was actually dead. Money, property, companies, stocks, fearful corporate executives... all of this flowed in, increasing my wealth and power day by day. I was a true king, even greater than those kings on earth. But I wasn't stupid. I doubled the number of guards in my fortress, my underground kingdom, and installed alarms and cameras in the corridors. No one would be able to surprise me.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I watch through the hidden feeds of the cameras I once installed myself, smiling as I see Dream pacing in his gilded cage, surrounded by guards who don't realize their loyalty means nothing against a shadow. I focus my vampiric will, weaving through the subway's electrical conduits and into Dream's paranoid mind, whispering dark suggestions that his loyal guards are actually vipers waiting to strike. I watch through his own security cameras as he grows frantic, seeing betrayal in every shadow and treachery in every subordinate's glance, exactly as I planned. From the darkness, I savor the sight of the dominoes falling one by one.

DREAM BREAKER:

I have noticed something is going on with two of the guards who are in charge of the security close to my throne room, I mean my office. Following them one late night when they thought I would be sleeping my suspects were confirmed. I caught them manipulating the monitor systems when I sneaked behind them. They showed their surprised and scared faces when I asked them to approach me. I asked the younger one to give me his gun, he obeyd with pale face and looked at his buddy nervously. "LOOK AT ME!", I ordered and shot a bullet between his eyes. The young man collapsed down, dead. The other guys started to run away as I shot him into the back of his skull. My problem was solved.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I watch all through the monitor connected to the cameras, my hand stroking the monumental, stolen member that now defines my power, feeling its throbbing strength intensify with every drop of blood Dream spills. The intoxicating rush of his descent into madness fuels me, so I reach for a phone to leak his location to the police, not to arrest him, but to tighten the noose of his own paranoia. I feel like a god orchestrating a symphony of destruction, savoring the irony that while Dream thinks he is protecting his throne, he is actually burning his kingdom to the ground for my entertainment. He doesn't realize that this sudden peak in strength and the terrifying hardness he feels is the beginning of his own vampirization, a slow transformation I am forcing upon him to prepare his soul for the ultimate harvest.

DREAM BREAKER:

Something is not right, there must be something I haven´t noticed, I feel it. Cops are paid or killed, they are controlled and yet I receive information that the local cops have been asking for me, telling my moles they know my secret place. Just this morning I needed to snap the neck of the a new guard. He was watching at me the way he probably was planning to kill me .. or spy me. I hardly was able to sleep during the night so I changed my habits and tried to sleep some hours during the day. "What the was fuck was going on?"

[ Deep within the labyrinthine subway, two elite officers navigate the humid tunnels, their tight, navy uniforms straining against their muscular frames as they move with practiced precision toward Dream’s inner sanctum ]

DREAM BREAKER:

Just as I fell asleep something wakes me up. I hear sounds like something was dragged in a tunnel, like something crawling in a narrow space. I look around the room where there is no one, follow the walls with my eyes until I realize the sound is coming from above me, from the ceiling. What is happening to me? But my suspects turned out to be correct, I am not losing my mind, when I see how one of the panels in the ceiling was removed.

I jump out of my bed and hide in the shadow observing what was happening. A muscular man, with ripped body and tight ass jumps down to the floor and soon after his, another guy, bigger than the first one. I allow them to get down, walk around and soon, as I expected they divide. The bigger one of them, tall muscular guy wearing tight uniform that reveals every detail of his ripped body. He looks tough and probably is that too when facing any opponent, when taking bad guys down. I am not going to give him that pleasure but take him down before he had time to blink his eye. He is standing front of me, illuminating my bed with his flash light. What he doesn´t know that the one he was looking for is  standing right behind him. He makes a funny sound when I cover his mouth with my gloved hand, and  slide my free hand around his waist and snapping a grab of his balls. He squirms , struggle as his hand goes for his gun.

"Nice bulge dude", I whisper into his ear as I move my hand from his bulge to his head. He probably knows what would happen since his body gets tense. Too late to fight back when I twist my arms violently and snap his neck. The cracking sound catches the attention of the other cop when his partner collapses dead onto the ground.

He rushes  next to his dead partner, squats down to check his pulse when my kick into his temple tilts his head to his side. In the dim light of his partners flash light I see the guy is a fucking model, handsome as hell, What a pity!  As he lands on his back I step on his windpipe, look at his handsome face while stroking my cock and place all my 310 lbs weight on his throat. He struggles for a moment, tries to grab me by the ankle when his Adam´s apple eventually  fails, gets crushed and enters into his throat filling the narrow pipe instantly with his blood that is oozing out from his dead mouth. I squat down, my cock  throbbing.. when something happens inside me...I want to taste his blood.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I glide through the damp subway corridors, closing the distance between us as I feel your burgeoning power radiating like a dark sun, and it excites me beyond measure. From the deep shadows of your sanctuary, I watch you tremble with this new, addictive strength, wanting you to truly believe you are an invincible god who has conquered death itself. Savor that intoxicating taste of immortality, Dream, for I am the one feeding your delusions, molding you into the perfect, prideful vessel before I finally step forward to reclaim everything and tear your world apart.

DREAM BREAKER:

 Something changed on that moment I tasted the blood of that handsome elite cop. I felt the power in me and understood the possibilities this could give to me. I would be invincible, no.. I AM INVINCIBLE! Nothing can stop me anymore, I will control the whole dark world. The feeling was so incredible I wanted it to grow, have more of it. I called the bitch who sucked my cock when I had a need and he arrived in less than 3 minutes. He never left the room. And my power just got stronger!

SKIN MUSCLE:

I emerge from the absolute darkness, my footsteps echoing like a dead heart beating against the cold concrete of the station. "Did you enjoy the scraps I fed you, Dream?" I hiss, extending my claws as they ache to taste your flesh.

My hairless, pale skin is now a canvas of tight, corded muscle that seems to throb with a restless, dark energy, and my eyes have hardened into cold, obsidian voids that reflect only your impending doom. Most terrifying is the monumental transformation between my legs; the virile essence I stole from Bolt has fully integrated, creating a massive, dominant silhouette that strains against my clothes and radiates a heavy, suffocating aura of absolute power.

DREAM BREAKER:

My skin breaks out in goose bumps when I hear your voice, a voice I would recognize in the middle of the busiest afternoon rush hour in the roar of the subway station, SKIN. I turn slowly to see your pale body those tight jeans appearing from the shadows of my bunker. "How.. but how is this possible?"

My mind is trying to find a logical explanation how in earth were you able to enter into my room. "How did you enter? What are you doing here?"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I ignore your questions, come closer to you as you tremble at the sight of my jeans straining to contain the monumental, stolen gift that pulses with every step I take, a physical manifestation of the nightmare I’ve become. "Logic has no place here, Dream," I whisper, my voice vibrating with a frequency that makes the very walls of your bunker weep. I reach out, my fingers like cold iron as I grip your throat, lifting you effortlessly.

DREAM BREAKER:

My heavy body is like a feather in your hands when I feel my legs swinging in the air. I swallow deep knowing this wont end well for one of us. And that very moment I start to smile I sense the power inside you, that dark power. I want it and you will give it to me. Your bulge is huge, twice bigger than the last time we met. Seeing and feeling it against my body makes my own cock grow in my tight leather pants as I all of the sudden nail my knee into your prominent bulge. HARD - TWICE

SKIN MUSCLE:

I enjoy that hit. Actually excited me and make my new toy hard as rock. I shove you back with supernatural force, your spine colliding with two massive, rough-hewn beams of ancient oak that I've had you bolt into the very center of your bunker.

To any observer, these dark, blood-stained timbers look like a grotesque, primitive altar rising from the concrete, complete with heavy iron rings and a hydraulic base that hums with a low, predatory vibration. You look at the wood in horror, finally remembering the "artistic" urge that seized you days ago—the way you spent hours sweating and drilling, thinking you were building a pedestal for your greatness, when you were actually crafting the very cross that would hold your broken body.

I snap the heavy iron cuffs around your wrists, and with a sharp click of the gears. Nail your hands, forearms to your cross throne.

DREAM BREAKER:

It is not easy to leave me dazed , not like you just did and before I realise my hands are cuffed in the cross of my own throne, my altar. I struggle wildly, trying to break the shackles and chains to get out of this situation. It´s all futile, useless. Using my arms as support, I lift my legs up hanging only by my arms and aim a double kick into your pecs, hoping to crush your pale chest.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The machine groans into life, tilting the massive wooden structure until you are hanging inverted, your blood rushing to your face as the cross rises high above the floor. Standing beneath you, I look up at your helpless, upside-down form.

DREAM BREAKER:

The veins in my temples and throat are bulging as I find myself in very uncomfortable situation. You are handling me as you wish, nothing I have done had any effect on you. For the first time I am worried it could be me who is not leaving this room alive. Something, someone needs to stop you before it´s too late. "RYAN COME, FAST"

[Ryan is on his way into the room in less than one second hearing Dream´s cry calling his name. His muscular nude torso enters into the room as he sees Dream in peril ]

SKIN MUSCLE:

I watch from the shadows beneath your inverted body as the security door bursts open, revealing BIKER BULL. His presence reeks of leather, sweat, and a pathetic loyalty that turns my stomach, yet I smile, letting my monumental new form pulse with a dark energy that swallows the light. "Look at him, Dream," I whisper directly into your mind, "your savior has arrived... or perhaps, he is merely your first true sacrifice."

BIKER BULL:

I scream, seeing your body shackled to that wooden monstrosity, rotating slowly in the air. I draw my weapon. "Let him go, damn you! Dream, hold on, I'm getting you down!" I lung toward the hydraulic controls, desperate to save the man I admire and adore.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Ryan, be careful he is..", my sentence is interrupted suddenly when I hear your voice inside my head. Ryans bulge is just above my face as he is leaning forward trying to get my arms free from the cuffs. My cock gets steel hard in my tight pants. There´s no way I can hide it from Ryan. All I can hope he hasn´t seen it while struggling with the cuffs.

SKIN MUSCLE:

Meanwhile Biker is touching the levers, I surge a wave of my dark power into your brain, Dream, making your will feel infinite. I twist your perception until you see his rescue as an insult, making you crave the taste of his submission to prove your godhood.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What the fuck is this mountain of muscle doing? I don´t need his help, I am the lord of darkness" - some dark thoughts fill my head as all of the sudden I move my head forward, make my mouth wide open, sinking my teeth into Ryans huge bulge. My teeth easily go through the denim of Ryan´s jeans entering into his testicles crushing them instantly. The bitter sweet liquuid enters into my mouth as Ryan starts to scream and collapses on top of me. We stay for a moment face to face. His surprised eyes are confused as if he was asking WHY?. But he has no time to pronounce even one word when I sink my fangs into his throat sucking his fresh blood. His body convulsing for a minute until he gets limp. I keep on sucking his blood during a time that seems eternity until his heart stops beating. I cum in my pants. I feel strong. STRONG.

BIKER BULL:

My eyes bulge in absolute, soul-shattering betrayal as I look down at you, the man I would have died for, now tearing the very manhood from my body with a beast's hunger. The pain is a white-hot explosion that eclipses the world, but it’s the cold, demonic vacuum in your gaze that truly kills me before my heart even stops. As my life-blood pours into your throat and my strength fades into a cold, hollow numbness

DREAM BREAKER:

I have never felt this strong and powerful in my life before. I watch Ryan´s dead body convulsing on the floor for a moment until his soul abandon his athlete body. My blood covered face turns from Ryan back to you "You are a coward, you always were. Face me like a man and fight or I need to kill you, and this time for good". I pause and wait for your reaction but you just stay calm and watch me. "Well enough then, you asked for this!". My giant muscles expand, bulge in my arms and chest as I tug at the shackles and chains, certain that I could break them into pieces and free myself. The metallic clang fills the room, but the chains and shackles remain intact, undamaged despite my numerous attempts. "What the fuck, are you some kind of fucking witch, are the chains enchanted?"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I let out a low, mocking laugh that vibrates through the very timber of your cross, my eyes fixed on the pathetic sight of you straining against your own handiwork. "It isn't magic, Dream—it’s just the weight of reality finally crushing your delusions," I purr, stepping forward so the shadow of my stolen, massive anatomy falls directly over your blood-streaked face.

I reach out, my fingers tracing the cold iron of the shackles before I suddenly grip the hydraulic lever, jerking it downward to lock you into an even tighter, more agonizing position. "You wanted to be a King of Darkness, so I’m giving you exactly what you asked for: a throne of oak and iron where you can watch me rule while you bleed out".

DREAM BREAKER:

You words are just whisper of the south wind to me, warm and gentle but after all meaningless. I let you mock me, enter closer when all of the sudden I fold my legs forward and wrap them around your neck. They coil around your windpipe tightly, choking you. "Release me or I will snap your neck".

SKIN MUSCLE:

I ignore your threats as if they were the buzzing of a fly, my neck muscles tightening like granite against the futile grip of your thighs. Instead of recoiling, I lean into the pressure, my hands gripping your hips to hold your inverted body steady as I focus on the source of your newfound, stolen vitality. With a predatory hunger, I bring my mouth to your pulsing member, drawing out the thick, dark essence of your "godhood"—that volatile mixture of new power and blood-fuelled seed—draining the very strength you thought would save you.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes bulge, my muscles get tense as I feel you digging out my masculinity out of my pants and place you mouth around it. "Yes, my pale friend. I will fuck your shaved skull until you scream, suffocate with my superior seed, turn you into my slut, my obedient slave!", I scream feeling my cock throbbing in your warm mouth.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I clamp my hand around the base of your throat and use my mental grip to slam a psychic wall against your climax. "Not yet, Dream," I hiss against your skin, watching your eyes cloud with agony as I force your body to hover on the agonizing edge of release, proving that even your own pleasure is a slave to my command. Only when I feel your spirit truly break do I snap my fingers, commanding your body to surrender

SKIN MUSCLE:

The "superior seed" you boasted of erupts in a desperate, white torrent that I greedily devour, draining the stolen power of the cop and BIKER BULL straight from your veins. I pull away, wiping the thick evidence of my victory from my lips as I watch your muscles go limp, your "godhood" now swirling in my gut while you hang hollow and spent against the oak.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I dive back in, my mouth a bottomless vortex that demands every drop of the vitality you’ve hoarded, forcing your body into a continuous, agonizing cycle of eruption. I command your hijacked anatomy to produce liters of that thick, white power, and as I swallow the concentrated essence of your kills. My chest broadens into a wall of granite, and my biceps swell until they threaten to split my very skin. Each gallon of stolen life I drain from you fuels my ascension.

DREAM BREAKER:

I smile at first feeling my thick spray entering into your mouth, invading your insides. It would be only question of time when my superior seed would destroy you from inside. But something is wrong, badly wrong. Instead of trying to escape from my monster cock you go for more. You keep on doing some almost infernal tricks with my throbbing shaft forcing me to shoot my load over and over again into your pale skull. And when my giant nuts are totally empty, I shoot just air, you keep on sucking my throbbing shaft. "LET ME GO! I AM THE KING!", I shout in panic and sink my fangs into your thigh sucking your blood.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I let you sink your fangs into my thigh, standing perfectly still as you drink deep, deliberately flooding your senses with a surge of my own dark vitality to fuel your final, grand delusion. As you swallow my blood, I project a blinding wave of euphoria into your mind, making you feel as though your veins are being filled with liquid stars and infinite, god-like strength. You truly believe you are winning, that you are draining my life and reclaiming your throne, but in reality, I am simply fattening your spirit for the kill, letting you peak in a hollow ecstasy before I pull the rug out from under your soul.

"Yes, drink deep, 'King'," I mock with a voice that now booms like thunder, my muscles rippling with the stolen power you provided while you cling to my leg like a desperate parasite.

DREAM BREAKER:

I already feel my glory growing, my final victory over you as I suck your blood, your soul and your powers. My muscles are bulging, expanding and my cock growing bigger than ever while my balls are gathering all the power I suck from you together with my own. "GET ON YOUR KNEES AND WORSHIP YOUR KING!", I order you with a low voice that echoes in stone walls of the room.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I stumble backward, my knees hitting the cold concrete with a heavy thud as I let out a low, guttural groan of feigned defeat. "Forgive me, my King," I whimper, reaching out with a shaking hand to grasp the heavy iron hammer resting near your wooden altar. I look up at you with eyes that appear shattered and hollow.

DREAM BREAKER:

I follow you with my gaze and see you picking up that giant hammer from somewhere. "Where do you need that? To break the chains and cuffs?",my voice is now confused. But something in my mind is telling me you have planned some other use for the heavy tool.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I maintain my submissive posture, keeping my eyes cast down as if I can barely withstand your newfound radiance. "Yes, my King... the iron is stubborn. "I can't lie to you anymore, Dream... can't you feel it? My blood is yours now, making you truly invincible, truly immortal," I murmur, watching the spark of divine madness ignite in your pupils.

DREAM BREAKER:

It must be the power and the new immense strength that make me feel a bit dazed, drunk of them. The cold dark sensation that is running in my veins. "Yes my pale servant. I took your powers and force, I am the real KING!", I try to convince mostly myself. Something is expanding in my tight pants too. My balls get twice bigger, and heavier, something I would usually love.. but why is it that I have nauseas as I get all the time more and more dizzy.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I watch with hungry eyes as your anatomy grotesquely distorts, your loins swelling to an impossible, painful size under the pressure of the "godhood" I’ve pumped into you. I begin to stroke myself with a slow, deliberate rhythm, my eyes locked onto your trembling form as I project waves of pure, agonizing ecstasy into your mind, forcing your body to continue its violent expansion despite your growing nausea. "Don't fight the sickness, my King," I moan, my voice a dark symphony of lust and malice. "You're going to grow until you fill this entire room, until the pleasure becomes so heavy it literally tears you apart."

DREAM BREAKER:

"YES! I WILL BE THE BIGGEST AND THE STRONGEST MAN IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE." I lift my head and stretch my legs, spreading them wide open to make space to my growing cock and balls. The seams of my pants begin to tear, and soon they fall to the floor, leaving me naked, still hanging upside down. "Release my chains, Skin. I must be able to stand," my voice booms like thunder.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I ignore your command to be released, instead wrapping my massive hand around your massive cock, throbbing shaft as it pulses with a lethal amount of stolen energy. I begin to stroke you with a violent, rhythmic intensity, my touch sending surges of white-hot power through your veins that make your muscles swell to the point of tearing. You aren't becoming a god, Dream; you are becoming a bomb, and as I pump you toward a final eruption. I want to feel the moment your "immortality" breaks under the pressure of my hand, draining every last drop of your essence.

DREAM BREAKER:

My mind must play with me. Your words are not making any sense. I feel your hand worshipping my body, giving me pleasure as you should. But why are you talking about... wait. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?", I scream as I feel my balls churning, my cock growing thicker, throbbing in your strokes uncontrollably. "You want my seed? My power is in my seed? NEVER.. YOU ARE MY SERVANT! OBEY ME.. LET ME FREE!" The panic hits me with a power of a legion.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I growl, my grip tightening as I stroke you with a brutal, relentless speed that turns your panic into a white-hot scream of sensory overload. I ignore your commands. On and on... stroking, no mercy

DREAM BREAKER:

My body is shaking second by second stronger, convulsing finally as it gets tense, arched and I shoot a massive load of thick white cum that erupts from my cock rope and rope, more than I ever have cummed in my life. After the 15th rope just few drops of the seed are dripping out from my swollen cock head. "You are so stupid my pale servant. My giant balls will regenerate more in an instant, filling them with a fertil seed which powers are just stronger. You foolish man"

SKIN MUSCLE:

"Let's try that" I mock. While continue stroking, feeling the end is near. 1,2,3... 1,2,3...

DREAM BREAKER:

I can´t believe it. My cock gets hard again, my balls begin to churn, to grow bigger and bigger.. "I TOLD YOU!", I laugh with a crazy look in my eyes. "I AM THE KING". My body archs again as I prepare to shoot another massive load.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I grin with a sadistic, predatory hunger as I watch your body arch once more, but just as the first pulse of your "infinite" seed tries to escape, I wrap my massive hand around your shaft in a crushing, iron-tight grip. "A king should know how to hold his own crown, Dream," I hiss.

DREAM BREAKER:

The confident smile from my face is wiped away as my eyes bulge out from their sockets; the veins in my temple are close to bursting when the pressure in my sack is suddenly getting too high. My body is shaking as I try to struggle my cock out from your tight hold, but it's all futile. My nuts are expanding fast as my thick, unnaturally huge load is accumulating in my nuts. "NO NO.. LET MY COCK FREE!" is the last thing I have time to shout when a huge explosion is heard in the room sending my shattered pieces of balls and scrotum all over the room. The explosion is so devastating it rips off my legs from their sockets.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I stand drenched in the warm, white rain of your destroyed "godhood," my skin glistening with the remains of the power you thought would make you a king. I lean into your face, my voice a dark, velvet caress that cuts through the haze of your agony. "Don't worry, Dream... I didn't let you die," I whisper, my eyes glowing with a malicious light as I use my power to stitch your spirit to your shattered, legless remains. "You are finally immortal, just as you wished, but you aren't a king or even a man anymore; you are a living, breathing piece of furniture, a mindless vessel of flesh that will hang on this cross forever.

SKIN MUSCLE:

"You are a god now, Dream, which means the sweet release of death is a door forever locked to you... unless, of course, your head were to be separated from those pathetic, broken shoulders." I see the flicker of hope in your gaze—a silent plea for the end—as I slowly lift the massive steel hammer, its heavy head gleaming under the dim bunker lights like a dark moon. I swing it back, muscles bunching for a devastating blow that looks aimed straight for your skull to grant you mercy...

DREAM BREAKER:

It's as if time has stopped, the moment freezes as I watch your muscular arms raise a huge hammer high behind your shoulder, ready to strike it down on my head. My thoughts weigh up my situation. I am an immortal, supernatural being, but I am condemned to hang upside down, chained, to be your sex toy, a mass of muscle that brings you satisfaction whenever you want it. My balls, my pride and joy, are gone, my legs are destroyed, and my cock—or what's left of it—would never get hard again. The life of the Great Dream would be eternal torture, eternal suffering. "Do it! Have mercy, do it! Crush my head and cut it off," my eyes fill with tears as I raise my head toward you, trying to sink my teeth into your balls.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I lower the hammer just as it grazes your skin, the wind from its path chilling your forehead as I look down at your pathetic, weeping face. "Mercy?" I chuckle, a sound like grinding stones, as I step back and watch you snap your teeth at the air in a final, useless act of defiance. I drop the heavy tool to the floor and lean in to whisper against your ear: "I’m not going to kill you, Dream; I’m going to make you a work of art." With a flick of my wrist, I use my power to seal the skin over your mouth and ears, stripping away your ability to scream or hear anything but the beating of your own immortal heart.

DREAM BREAKER:

Suddenly the silence, my mouth can´t pronounce a words, my screams are muffled. I sweat heavily, my heart going to break my chest as I look at your emotionless face. Death would be my salvation, losing my mind would bring relief. But deep inside me you know what you do, you know how to keep me on the edge, feel and understand all you have planned to do with me.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I look at your mute, trembling form and decide that your eternal silence needs a purpose. Every day for eternity, I force my thick virility into your throat, using your immortal, paralyzed body as a living sleeve to drain my tension while you hang helpless on the oak. You have no voice to scream and no way to resist; you are now nothing more than a silent.

I lean in close to your wide, terror-stricken eyes to whisper the final truth: this entire game—your "godhood," the stolen powers, even your brief moment of thinking you were winning—was a meticulous trap I laid the moment we met. I fed your ego and your body just enough to make you the perfect, unbreakable vessel, ensuring you’d be strong enough to survive an eternity of being my silent, mindless toy without the mercy of death. "You were never a king; you were a project, a plan that was designed perfectly time ago"

DREAM BREAKER:

Unable to pronounce a word or move my body I realize what is my destiny: there is none, just to be a living peace of muscle meat always at your service, always your´s to use. Darkness is slowly invading my mind, driving me deep into oblivion...

But I am not done yet. A muffled sound is send from my throat as I shake my head in rage, furiously as I see you turning to look at me.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I stop in my tracks, my eyes narrowing as that defiant, muffled vibration echoes through your throat—a lingering spark of the "King" I have already dismantled. With a low, predatory growl, I seize your jaw in my gloved hand, forcing your head back until your neck orbs with tension, and I plunge my fingers deep into the soft tissue to silence you once and for all.

I find your vocal cords and, with a brutal, clinical twist, I tear them into useless ribbons of flesh, ensuring that not even a whisper will ever escape your broken frame again. Now, your mouth is truly nothing more than a silent, hollow void, a permanent and receptive canal sculpted specifically for my virility... a living hole designed for my pleasure

I play with my massive new cock and put near your mouth, knowing you wish to taste it

DREAM BREAKER:

All I can do is to watch and see that giant, leaking cock approaching my lips as you shove it violently into my mouth, all the way into my tight windpipe. I gag for air but you don´t seem to care about my struggle, if only you had killed me. Then the idea enters into my desperate mind as I suddenly sink my teeth into your new thick flesh you seem to be so proud of. I want to rip it off from your body as I chew it with all my remaining strengths

SKIN MUSCLE:

I laugh as your teeth sink into my flesh, but you soon realize my skin is as cold and impenetrable as forged steel; I am the one who granted you this "immortality," I look down at you with a chilling, disappointed sigh, mocking your final, pathetic attempt at resistanc" A biting toy is a broken toy," I whisper, before clenching my massive, gloved fist and delivering a series of brutal, bone-shattering blows directly to your jaw and lips. I strike until the white ivory of your teeth is reduced to jagged dust and your gums are a mangled, toothless ruin, ensuring you have no weapons left to use against me.

DREAM BREAKER:

The taste of blood fills my mouth, which oozes from my crushed gums that are turned into a vague, soft mass. I can only imagine how you will satisfy your sexual needs with that. My body may be worn out, but my spirit is still alive and kicking! It feels like it's burning inside me, and it's craving revenge. But how can I make that happen? I might not have it all figured out just yet, but I promise you this: one day, I'll be able to wipe that smug, self-righteous, arrogant smile from your face, once and for all, for good.

Published: 2026-02-06, viewed 117 times.