THE HIGH TABLE

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THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR – Dream Breaker vs Dan Freyr

Dream Breaker

"Damn car!" For the second time in a short period, the engine malfunctions and the car stops on the side of the road. But this time I'm somewhere deep in the woods. I get out of the car and open the hood: I don't understand anything. "I have to call a tow truck... but... what the fuck! No network, no signal - Goddamn it!" The only way to get out of this is to get help or find a phone. I walk into the dense forest and walk for half an hour without finding anything. Finally, I turn back to return to my car, but I'm unsure of where I came from. Half an hour later, I am completely lost until I arrive at a clearing in the forest where I see a cabin and a burly man chopping firewood in front of it. "Excuse me, could you help me?"

Dan Freyr

The sun just startin to set as I’m outside in my open flannel shirt, jeans and boots choppin wood for the fire...gonna be chilly tonight and I just hate bein cold...I stop for a minute and think..."huh...coulda sworn I heard somethin...musta been some critter"...I got back to choppin wood and get enough to keep the fireplace goin all night...I swing the axe down into the stump there it lands with a THUD...I just love the sound of an axe makin contact...makes me horny as fuck...I start to grab the wood in my arms...my 5'9", 186lb. hairy tatted muscled body sweatin some...I get an armload of wood and start to turn then I stop..."now I know I heard somethin...what the fuck is out there...or who?" I say to myself as I turn around toward the woods...my dark eyes scannin the darkenin forest...then my eyes ses ya in that clearin...I hafta take a minute as I caint believe what I’m seein...is this real or am I dreamin? from what I can tell I’ve got a tall big side of beef comin toward me as ya call out askin for help...I think to myself..."mmmmmmm...yeahhhhh....dinner...lunch and breakfast...all in one fuckin package" I chuckle to myself then call out..."hey there! what's up? ya need some help?"

Dream Breaker

"Hey sir, it´s my car out there somewhere. And my phone.. no signal. I was wondering, sir .. do you have a phone to call..", I mumble not being sure what I say. I stop and think. "Sir, I think I am lost".

Dan Freyr

I watch as ya come walkin up..."fuck" I think to myself..."I’ve heard of good food delivery but damn...I could eat him right here...once I get him tenderized and basted that is"...I put on a wide grin as ya start stuttering and sputterin...I can tell yer checkin me out...a man knows and this hunk of beef is mouth waterin grade A beef. "OK so yer car is out there somewhere and yer phone aint workin and ya need to call somebody...and ya think yer lost? well...yeah I got a phone ya can use...c’mon inside with me while I carry this wood in...and by the way ya aint lost...I found ya out there in the woods dint I?" I grin as I motion for ya to follow me in the cabin.

Dream Breaker

The man seems nice and helpful. Of course, I help him carry a large armful of firewood into the house and call a tow truck. I can't help staring at his daddy body, those thick muscles, and the huge bulge in his pants. I also notice that his eyes are devouring my 6'5" frame and 310 lbs of muscle. I chuckle at his comment and follow the man inside the house. "Where would you like me to put these logs?"

Dan Freyr

I see this big towerin hot sexy slab of muscled beef pick up the rest of the wood and follow me in the house. "Just set em down over here right by the fireplace and thanks for helpin carry em in man"...we move to the fireplace and set the wood down on the floor...I can feel his eyes on me...and I know he knows I’m checkin him out as well...but he don’t know the reason I’m checkin him out...ok sure...if I play my cards right I can have some hot beefy muscle stud sex first...THEN I can decide what to do with him next...once I got him trapped with no escape. Standin up I turn to ya. "Phone's over there but...it was out earlier today so I caint promise yer gonna get thru. If not, well...I mean yer welcome to crash here and we can go look for yer car in the mornin...but it’s up to you. "I’m just gonna grab a beer...ya want anythin? I ask with a grin as my eyes travel up and down that massive body and bulge...judgin that we're pretty evenly matched dick wise.

Dream Breaker

I'm not entirely sure, but I feel like your bulge is growing before my eyes. I follow your movements and feel my own cock stiffen in my jeans, its outline clearly visible. "If the phone isn't working, I'd be grateful if I could stay the night with you. No one is waiting for me, so I might as well stay the night." The living room is tidy, but it's clear that you don't care much about interior design. The room is simple and a little bleak, but the glow of the fireplace gives it a pleasant atmosphere. Besides, a lumberjack's home hardly needs to be a suite that would grace the cover of a fashion magazine. "A cold beer would be nice," I finally laugh and stack the firewood next to the fireplace. It's already dark outside, but your cabin is warm. I take off my shirt, revealing my well-developed chest, as you bring me a beer. "What do you do here in your free time?"

Dan Freyr

I caint take my eyes off that hot fuckin sexy body of yers...that cutoff blue shirt and them pants that obviously are strainin to hold in that big dick of yers. Then ya strip down standin there bareassed as I grin wider. "make yerself at home big guy" I say as I move into the kitchen and grab two cold beers and come back in handin ya one then get a fire goin for us. I grin at yer question. "oh not much...I got of the city life and decided to buy this place and just commune ya know?" The fire blazin as I see ya sittin there shirtless….and I know ya see the grin of appreciation on my face as I strip off my flannel shirt and open my beer takin a seat on the sofa next to ya and take a long sip of the beer as I get a good look at yer face for the first time. "and what do you do in yer free time and how did ya end up way out here?" I sits there starin at yer face as the firelight flickers and warms the room up. I see ya look at me with an odd look and I grin and say, "oh sorry man. I don’t mean to stare but...well...ya look like somebody I know...or maybe seen somewhere...sometime...prolly just a coincidence tho. Caint be many guys that look like you" I say as our legs touch and my uncut dick jumps beneath my pants at the contact. I see ya notice that reaction and I see a twitch in yer pants as well  as I say "nope not too many guys look like you...or are as hot as you either" I grin and take another sip of my beer.

Dream Breaker

The air is thick with erotic tension as we sip beer sitting side by side on the narrow sofa. My cock is trying to pierce a hole through the denim, and you've clearly noticed this. It'sonly a matter of time before I stick my dick in your hairy ass. My gaze stops at the narrow bunk on the other side of the cabin. The bed is so narrow that two men our size could never fit in it. "Your cabin is quite cozy, even though your bed is very narrow. I can sleep on the floor for one night," I chuckle and turn my eyes back to your face.

Dan Freyr

I see ya blush at my compliment as we sit there side by side drinkin our beers and watchin the fire. I caint help notice that ya dint answer my question about yer free time or how ya ended up gettin lost out here, but I let it go that ya might be shy or somethin. Watchin ya check out the cabin; I still have this feelin that I've seen ya before but I just caint figure out where or if I’m just imaginin things. I see ya notice the narrow bunk on the other side. I drain my beer and set the bottle down on the table in front of us as ya tell me yer fine with sleepin on the floor. I shake my head and say, "Ya don’t hafta do that, handsome. This sofa pulls out into a king size bed so don't worry about that. Ya can take the bunk or sleep here if ya prefer sleepin alone." I grin and move in closer to ya feelin the sexual tension as I lean in, our faces inches apart and say, "Me I like havin a warm body next to me in bed." My hand movin behind yer head as I lean in brushin my furry lips across yers as my tongue flicks out across yer lips as I bring one hand up to yer muscled pecs and brush my fingers across yer nips and wait to see what yer reaction is, although I think I already know.

Dream Breaker

"He has swallowed the bait and fallen into the trap.", I think to myself as I look at your face smirking feeling your tongue entering between my lips while your fingers are playing already with my nips. I snap a grab of your hairy chest pushing you away from me. "Hey, slow down buddy. The night is still young". I stand up and push you backward creating a bit more distance between us. Winking my eye at you my voice is almost whispering, "Let´s see where we sleep tonight, if we sleep at all". With a wide grin on my face I place the beer can on the table and turn around. "As I said the night is still young, did you have any thoughts on what we could do tonight? Board games or some other games?" My hand slowly moves between my legs, lightly brushing along the outline of my hard cock in my jeans.

Dan Freyr

I see that smirk on yer face and figure to myself "yeah he wants it bad...he just don't know how bad he's gonna get it when I'm done with him." But then, ya suddenly ya suddenly grab at my hairy chest snappin it and pushin me away, tellin me to slow down. "OK, so maybe I'm readin him wrong but I coulda sworn he wanted me as much as I want him. But I been wrong before so I ain't offended as I stay on my end of the sofa but then ya wink at me talkin about "if we sleep at all". I don't know what kinda signals yer sendin out, but they're really fuckin odd from where I'm sittin. Then ya mention about what we can do tonight, board games or other kinda games. Should I try and make another move on ya or not? I decide that I'm gonna play along with whatever ya got in mind and let you run the show, at least for now. I see yer cock twitch in yer jeans as yer hand brushes against it as I say, "Sorry, didn’t mean to overstep. Yeah, we could play some board games or whatever kinda game ya like. Ya got a preference, big man?" I reply, givin ya a quick wink back.

Dream Breaker

There´s no doubt who is in charge here - good - but I have a strange feeling that things are not what they seem, as if you are hiding something you don't want to reveal yet. "What could it be? Maybe you have a two-headed dick.", I smile to the idea. "To be honest, I am not too good playing board games, are you? How do you entertain yourself here during your lonely nights? You have a man cave where to play games or something? Or you go for nighttime hunting in the woods?". I walk closer and step right in front of you towering you now. "You are the host, tell me what would you like to play". There are no emotions on my face this time as I turn to look at your eyes.

Dan Freyr

I watch ya closely to see what ya do...or say even and even chuckle at yer "two headed dick" joke as I see ya smile back. I reply, "yeah I’m not much for board games myself. Most nights I usually just either read or maybe watch a video or even just whip my dick out and jack off. Like I said, livin way out here without nobody around, ya hafta make yer own fun. But it’s more fun if ya got somebody to have fun with." By this time, ya stand up and stand there in front of me, this big hot slab of muscle beef towerin over me. I feel a quick wave of fear wash over me and I see no emotion in yer face but yer starin me right in the eyes. Then I say, "well a good host always tries his best to make his guest feel comfortable and at home. So, I’m open to whatever ya got in mind big man." I give ya a grin and another wink, still tryin to figure out why ya look so damned familiar.

Dream Breaker

"I don´t see too many options here really, so why don´t we just sit down here on the sofa, watch the fire and talk about your life in the woods. And who knows we might come up with some idea during the evening". My face is smiling friendly again. I sit down next to you placing my hand on your knee. "So big man, tell me more about yourself and your lonely nights".

Dan Freyr

Ya sit down next to me and place that hand on my knee. It’s like an electric change shoots up my leg and right into my dick as ya grin and ask about my lonely nights. I raise my muscled arms over my head showin off my hairy pits as I lean back against the couch, lettin this hot muscle stud take charge as I grin and say, “Well, that’s kinda it. There’s lotsa lonely nights way out here in the woods, but there’s plenty to keep my busy far as the cabin goes. Obviously, ya see I ain’t got no car or truck. If I need food or anythin, I call and order it and have it delivered. Course, the only thing I really miss is havin somebody around to share the nights. Just somebody to be here just to talk to or laugh with, that kinda thing. I notice that yer beer is empty and get an idea. “Hey, I’m forgettin my manners. Can I get ya another cold one? I got plenty of em if ya want another one. I’m gonna grab another anyway.”  I stand up and grin at ya as I start to head to the kitchen.

Dream Breaker

"Oh sure, why not. I am still thirsty", I reply as I see you disappearing into the kitchen. I stand up from the sofa, walking around the room seeing some pictures you have on your bookshelf, all of them young men, more or less my age. And all of them damn handsome guys with a great muscular body. I hear your steps approaching behind my back. "Are these your nephews or other family?" , I ask you innocently without turning my head back.

Dan Freyr

I head into the kitchen grabbin 2 more beers and set em on the counter. I open a drawer and take out a small bottle and a rag. Openin the bottle I drip a few drops of its contents onto the rag then close the bottle and put it back in the drawer. Foldin the rag in half, I grab it and the beers and come back in, noticin ya see the photos of the young men on my walls. I come back toward ya, the rag stuffed in my back pocket and hand ya the beer. "Naw, I just liked the pictures and of course they make great jerkoff material, don’t ya think?"

Dream Breaker

I reply to you with a wide sparkling smile from ear to ear as I take the beer can from your hand. "No need to explain, I understand you perfectly. I know a guy who also has pictures of muscular guys on his bookshelf." And saying this I turn my back to you continuing to look at some of the pictures. "You have good taste when it comes to men".

Dan Freyr

Standin beside ya but behind yer left shoulder, we take sips of the fresh beers and I grin, sayin, "Well I also like my men to taste good too. Lemme explain what I mean." Suddenly, I pull that rag from my back pocket and reach up with one arm wrappin it around yer neck as I bring my other hand up and CLAMP that chloroformed soaked rag TIGHT against yer nose and mouth! I drop my beer to the floor with a clatter as I leap UP on yer back, needin to counter yer taller height, my muscled jean clad legs wrappin around yer waist....my arm squeezin tight around yer neck as I HOLD that rag in place tight growlin in yer ear, "and yer gonna taste damn good muscle boy!”

Dream Breaker

I didn´t expect anything like that from you, not at least yet. I recognize the smell of chloroform instantly as I struggle like a crazy man trying to get your arm away from my neck. Holding my breath I try to hammer my elbow into your side while my other hand snaps a grab of your wrist trying to pull out your hand from my face. We stumble backwards, breaking some chairs, making the table fall down as you increase the pressure on my covered mouth trying to make me inhale. But I am stubborn, my big lungs can give me a minute or two to try to knock you down.

Dan Freyr

I squeeze my legs tighter around yer waist as the beer falls from yer hand and ya start sendin those hammer elbow into my side...yer other hand grabbin my wrist tryin to pull that hand away from yer face as we stumble backwards...a coupla chairs gettin smashed then the table...I CLAMP that rag in tighter growlin..."yeah struggle all ya want ya big muscle faggot...ya aint goin nowhere..it’s like ridin a big brahma BULL but I’m determined to take this big muscle fucker down...my boot heels against yer bulge as I bring one up and start DRIVIN that boot heel into yer bulge as hard as I can...my arm squeezed tight around yer throat...that rag clamped down as tight as I can get it as ya twist and stumble around with me on yer broad muscled back. I’m in too damn deep now to stop...I just hafta hold on til the chloroform does it job.

Dream Breaker

I can hear your roars as my elbow hits hard into your ribs. Little by little I manage to make some gap between the rag and my face when the heel of your boot starts to hammer my exposed bulge nailing my big stones over and over again. My eyes widen as I inhale in the worst pain a male can feel filling my lungs with the toxic vapors from the rag. My body reacts instantly as my muscles are getting tired, my head humming, my vision blurry. You keep on hitting my swelling balls still, far from giving up when my knees suddenly get limp, it all gets dark and I lose consciousness falling down to the wooden floor.

Dan Freyr

Those big elbows drivin into my side as I hear a rib CRACK and I bite my tongue to keep from yellin out…caint let this big fucker know he’s hurt me as I stay planted against yer back holdin that rag tight…my boot shots to yer balls workin as ya INHALE the vapors and slowly…slowly…SLOWLY start to succumb to the chloroform…the room an absolute wreck but fuck it…it’s worth a few pieces of broken furniture to capture THIS prize. We get close to the fireplace, the flames illuminatin yer incredible muscle body showin off every curve and valley of it. Finally, I feel yer knees bucklin as ya start to sink to the floor. I keep the rag tight on yer mouth just in case yer fakin it. My boots touch the floor as I pull the rag away from yer mouth and check yer eyes. Yup, it worked. My latest prize is out cold. A demonic grin crosses my lips as I let ya drop to the floor and move over to the center of the room and throw the large rug there off and to the side. Grippin the steel ring in the floor, I PULL it open and come back to yer prone body. Not expectin a response, I say, “OK ya big hot side of beef…ready to see my playroom? No? Too fuckin bad bitch. Yer  MINE now and yer not goin NOWHERE!”  A loud unearthly laugh escapes my throat as I reach down and pull yer shoes off then unfasten yer pants yankin em off yer muscled legs and take a moment to look at yer incredible muscled body. Grinnin again, I proclaim, “Time to have some fun before dinner!”

Now that I have this awesome, hot, sexy side of prime muscle beef out cold, its time to start the fun. Well, fun for me, anyway. Movin around to yer big feet, I grab yer ankles in both my hands and pull ya toward the basement stairs, stoppin at the top. “Well, I powerlift 390 but I don’t wanna strain myself, soooooooo…” I chuckle as start down the wood stairs backwards, pullin ya by yer legs down each step, takin special perverted joy in yer head BANGIN and BOUNCIN down onto and off of each step as I keep pullin ya. The 20 steps outta knock some sense into that handsome head, but we’ll see about that, I stop halfway down and see a streak of red at the back of yer skull. “Oh damn, no sense wastin good blood. I wipe it with my fingers, lickin em clean, then wipe up the rest of it and smear it down yer face, then grab yer ankles again and drag ya down the last 10 steps til we reach the bottom. I let yer legs drop as I go over and grab some chain and ankle cuffs and a thick rope tjhat’s embedded with sharp barbed wire.

I get my special bondage chair ready as I knock the bones off the seat, the remains of a past victim. “Move, I got fresh meat, fucker.” I say to em and set the chains and cuffs in place on the floor and set the rope down. I strip off my jeans and boots but slide my boots back on…bareassed and booted just the way I like it. My thick, uncut, pierced 9” cock and big balls on display as I move back to ya and grab ya by yer arms and drag ya over to the chair. Scoopin ya up under yer arms, I HOIST yer huge body up and sit yer muscled butt down on the thick, splintered wood then quickly fasten the cuffs to yer ankles lockin yer legs spread open in place then grab yer arms and quickly fasten the rope around yer abs and then around yer arms, fastenin them in place behind yer back. Steppin back, I take a moment to admire the view and grin, “Fuck, he looks good. Too good, in fact. I think that face needs some character.”

I move over to the shelves at the far end of the basement and come back brandishing a rusted ice pick. I come up to ya and turn yer face to the right then to the left. Grinnin, I place the business end of the pick against yer forehead about an inch above yer left eyebrow then lightly drag it along about 2 inches or so then drag it back the opposite direction, a grin on my face as it cut into yer skin and started oozin blood down thru yer eyebrow and onto yer cheek. Movin to the right side I made the same cut over yer right eyebrow but started at the end closed to the bridge of yer nose and made a 2 in cut there and watched as the blood oozed out and ran down the side of yer nose and onto yer full lips. My uncut 9” pierced cock jumped in anticipation as I brought the bloody end of the pick up to my lips and licked it clean then set it aside on the nearby table. Lookin at yer face again, I said, “Yeah, that’s better.”  Unable to resist, I leaned down and licked at the blood oozin from the cut over yer right eyebrow and savored its taste. “MMMMM…nice and hot and full of iron, too.”  I laughed to myself at that , then went to the wall where various dungeon and leather equipment hung and pulled off a pair of leather studded fingerless gloves, slidin them on over my big hairy hands. Closin them as I came back over, I lifted yer head up by yer chin and said, “Now time to tenderize the beef.”  Without waitin, I assumed a fighter’s stance and began throwin punches and shots at yer face, sluggin it hard and rough as it turned on yer neck left and right. It wasn’t long before bruises started to form and yer right eye was blackened, yer nose was drippin blood and yer lower lip was split and bloody. “Yeah, that’s better, but there’s still somethin that…oh wait, I know.”  Grabbin yer head by yer hair with my left gloved fist, I raised it up tiltin it back then brought my right gloved fist up and started slowly and methodically twistin and grindin the studs on the knuckles of the glove into the right eye, makin it swell up and bruise even more. Movin back again, I stripped off the gloves tossin them aside. “There we go. Much better I think. Dan ya shoulda been an artist. That’s a work of art there.”

Just then, that thought I’d had that ya looked familiar to me popped in my head again. I stood there pacin back and forth tryin to figure out why I kept havin that thought. Finally givin up, I said, “Must be just a coincidence cause if I’d seen this hot fucker before, I woulda remembered and he’d already be history. “ Goin over to the shelves again, I grabbed the camera there and came back over and snapped a few choice shots for my collection then put the camera away. I came back over and saw that massive 9 inch cock of yers and said, “time for an appetizer I think.”  Droppin to my knees I moved in between yer spread open legs and grabbed that dick in my gloved hand and, openin my mouth, SWALLOWED it all down with no problem. My non-gag reflex always does come in handy. My mouth slurpin on that cock and my tongue wrappin around the shaft, it wasn’t long before yer balls surrended a thick load of hot sticky man seed that I greedily sucked down my throat. I let yer spent cock go and stood back up, knowin I din’t have very long before the chloroform wore off so I’d better get things ready before this bitch came to. Going over to a small trunk, I opened it and came back over to ya and pulled yer jaw open, stuffin the dirty, stained, blood-smeared jock into it and closed it back. Goin back over to the wall, I grabbed a full head leather hook and a pair of nice sharp alligator clamps and walked back over. I quickly fitted the hood over yer head and fastened it closed then attached the tit clamps to yer full thick nips and stood back to admire my handiwork. “Yeah, now that look real fuckin nice. Best ever, I think. Just then, I noticed yer arm twitch and realized ya were about to wake up. I moved back away from ya and dimmed the lights so ya wouldn’t see much even with the mask on then took a seat on a foldin chair in front of ya to wait.

Dream Breaker

I wake up in the dark to the warm, coppery, metallic smell of blood. My face is sore, the back of my head hurts, and my body feels bruised. There is some kind of hood around my head, and my mouth tastes like stale clothing. Then my memories come back, how you attacked me, how we fought, and then my memories break off. It doesn't take a genius to understand what has happened. I am your prisoner, kidnapped, but how long do you intend to keep me alive, what are your plans? I shake my body, feeling the shackles, thin ropes, and straps that hold me tightly to the uncomfortable seat. I feel adrenaline rushing through my veins as my self-preservation instinct kicks in, trying to find some way out of this predicament. But how? I sense and hear you near me, very near. I can almost feel the warmth of your skin against mine. I start talking to you. I know you can't understand a word I'm saying because of the disgusting rag in my mouth. My words are slurred, unclear, muffled, but I keep talking.

Dan Freyr

Sittin there watchin ya wake up as a sick smirk crosses my lips. I see yer head raise up and watch as ya realize the situation and the condition yer in. I gotta wonder if he thinks its just a bad dream or is this is really happenin. I can hear yer muffled voice behind the mask talkin to me, but I can’t hear the words which are muffled by the mask and the jock in yer mouth. I stand up makin sure the chair I’m sittin in scrapes loud as see yer head turn in my direction as ya work to struggle and twist in that bondage chair. I come over to ya and growl, low and dangerous, “Welcome back, muscle bitch. Hope yer comfortable cause yer not gettin outta that or goin anyway for a long time, that is, IF ya get out of it.” I grab yer masked head and LICK my long tongue against the side of it then move back. “Now that yer awake, how bout a little workout, huh? Yeah? Ya agree? Good.” The next thing ya feel is my gloved fists as they slug and pound yer big pecs, makin the clamps tug and shake on yer nips. I move down to yer carved abs and start batterin them hard and viciously, watchin yer body shake and yer muffled voice makin all kinds of noises. I keep up the body punchin and sluggin for a few more minutes then stop and move back. “Good workout, huh? Yeah, I thought so too, fucker. What’s that? Ya’d like some water after that workout. Good idea.” I go over to the small refrigerator and open it, pullin out a large liter bottle of water and open it, takin a long drink from it as I move back toward ya. “Here’s yer water, big man.” I suddenly bring the bottle up and SPRAY the contents of the bottle all over ya from yer masked head down to yer bare feet, soakin ya in it then toss the bottle to the floor and move back.

Dream Breaker

Your punches are raining into my thick pecs and all over my body making me bouncing on the chair. My nipples are bleeding as you place the clamps around the making me moan out loud against the dirty urine smelling rag in my mouth but the real struggling comes when you go for the water and pour it on the hood around my head. I remember those torture methods where guys are almost suffocated like this. My body, despite being chained in the chair is jolting and bouncing as I struggle. On the other hand the water is refreshing, waking me up more, making my head work faster. Once more I say something.. but what is it?

Dan Freyr

I watch yer muscled body jolt and bounce after bein doused with water. I hear yer muffled voice in the mask but I aint ready to hear it. That muscled body lookin so damn good all wet. "Oh? Ya want more water I guess, huh?" I grin as I grab my big uncut cock and stroke it a few good times and aim it right at those bleedin nipples of yers and let a big thick load of cum spray out hittin em and let it drip and stream down from yer neck all the way down to yer feet as I gasp, "ahhhhhhhhhhh...yeahhhhh...fuck I hadda cum, din’t I, faggot? I shake the last of it from my foreskin and move forward, reachin down grippin yer big cock. "I guess ya prolly gotta cum too huh, muscle fag." Yer legs still chained to the floor and spread open as I drop down on my knees and aim that cock at my open mouth then reach out grabbin yer big balls and start squeezin and massagin em as I use my other hand to stroke that big muscle dick "Lemme have it bitch. Gimme that faggot cum load." I order as I wait for ya to obey.

Dream Breaker

Inside the hood my swollen eyes are widen as I feel how you manage easily to force out my cum from my balls. "What a disgusting thing. The guy must be a real pig". My thoughts try to find a way to get out of this situation as soon as possible. Seems that you know something about the human anatomy, know about those points and joints that could help you to control a man, make him to do stuff against his will. "How the hell can I get free?"

Dan Freyr

I’m likin controllin this big muscle fucker...forcin his cum out as I catch it in my mouth then swallow his dick down again suckin his rank cum down my throat and fillin my mouth...then I raise up off his cock and let it go...swirlin that mouthful of cum around then I SPIT it out on yer clamped nips as I grab the clamps and squeeze em tighter down on yer bleedin nips..."yeah...that's nice...real nice" I comment. I take a step back and look at ya strugglin then come forward again...my lips next to yer left ear behind the mask. "let’s see how ya like this fucker" I raise my head and move back then bring my boot up and forward bringin down onto yer cock and balls pressin it in...usin my boot to crush yer dick and balls slowly as I watch yer reaction.

Dream Breaker

My whole body trembles as if seized by convulsions when the sole of your boot presses down hard on my huge balls and my wet, semi-erect cock. The fear inside me awakens stronger than before. "Do you want to destroy my manhood, smash my proud balls like two overripe peaches, turn them into shapeless pulp?" I scream from the bottom of my lungs against the dirty piece of clothing, my cock growing rock hard under the sole of your boot for some strange reason.

Dan Freyr

I watch yer body trembling as I press my boot into yer bare cock and balls. This close to ya I can just make out yer words under the mask even tho they’re muffled by that filthy jock. I laugh, “Oh I ain’t gonna destroy such a fine slab of hot cock meat and them big juice balls…yet anyway. And looks like big dick likes it just fine, ya nasty muscle whore.” I give yer manhood another deep shove of my boot then pull it away. Leanin into yer chest, I unclamp yer right nip and see the blood oozin out. “I think we need to open this up a bit”, I whisper, then I take that nip in my teeth and BITE down into it, feelin the hole from the clamp open and I suck at the blood comin out of it, usin my tongue to SWAB the blood up, then raise up off of it and put the clamp back on, watchin blood stream down yer chest as I savor the taste of it on my tongue.  Movin to yer left nip, I do the same to it only this time I SUCK that nipple harder like I’m nursing from it. When I put the clamp back on it, that nip is bleedin heavier. I stand back up and grin, “Now are ya ready for me to take that mask of and let ya see where yer gonna be spendin a lotta time, ya big sleazy muscle cocksucking trash whore?”

Dream Breaker

My body continues to bounce on the chair and my muffled screams grow louder by the moment. Just when I think you're showing mercy to my nipples, you hurt them even more. I pull at my chains in pain, but also in rage when I feel a slight crack. It's not a sound, but rather a vibration in my chains, as if something has broken, given way. I stretch my arms and try to lift my thighs, but the chains are still in place. Nevertheless, a small spark of hope ignites in my darkness. I nod my head cautiously, not to show too much enthusiasm, but rather to pretend that I am cooperative.

Dan Freyr

I don’t notice the crackin sound as I’m standin there savorin the taste of yer blood in my mouth as I watch ya sittin there…them nips streamin blood from the clamps and my bites. I see ya nod yer head slowly and grin…the time for the reveal has come. I move around behind ya bound in place and start untyin the leather bindin on that mask, the bindin wet and hard to loosen but I get it undone then SLOWLY start pullin the mask up. Over yer chin then slowly over yer mouth…I take a moment as ya suck in air then I slowly peel the mask up over yer nose to let ya breathe more but then I STOP and refasten the bindins of the mask shut. “Not quite all the way yet” I growl as I move around in front of ya lookin at yer sexy mouth and nose. Chucklin in my throat, I say, “Needs somethin there but what? Oh yeah.” Then, without waitin I backhand yer face right across yer mouth and nose then do again the other direction. Then my right fist comes up and SLUGS yer nose hard…my left fist comin up and PUNCHIN yer mouth just as hard as I see yer nose start drippin blood and yer lower lip split from other punch. “Yeah, that’s better.” I move behind ya again and undo the bindin then slowly lift the mask off yer eyes then yer forehead and pull it off completely tossin it aside but don’t come out so ya can see me. Instead, I grab yer hair as I know yer eyes ain’t adjusted to the low light yet. Pullin yer head back, I bring my mouth down sinkin my teeth into those cuts I made earlier, makin em ooze fresh blood down yer face. Finally, I let of yer hair and walk around ya, stoppin as I get to yer front, facin ya as I cross my arms over my hairy tatted chest with a sick grin on my face. “Hello sunshine” I sneer at ya. “Feelin better now, ya hot sexy muscle fag whore?”

Dream Breaker

Except for the bump on the back of my head, fortunately all the damage you caused is fairly superficial so far, even though it may look impressive due to the bleeding and bruising. Your blows to my face naturally make me scream in pain and momentarily cloud my mind but I'm not too worried about them since I know they are temporary issues and I can still act if only I get some time to recover. As I try to stretch the chains with my arms and spread my legs, I feel the same slight jolt as before. The shackles to which the heavy chains are attached give way once again, crumbling slightly around the chains. I smile inside, waiting for the moment when the rust-eaten shackles will finally give way and I will be able to turn the tables. I will pay you back dearly for every blow, kick, and punch you have given me. But for now, I am left to bellow my cry in agony.

Dan Freyr

I grin at ya as ya blink yer eyes and adjust to the low light and start to look around. Yer arms raise up testin the chains and yer legs spread again…that cock of yers growin hard again. Ya gotta appreciate a hot muscle stud that can blow a load then get rock hard not long after. This time, I hear the crack in the wood and look down at where the chain is connected. I growl, “Don’t even think about it, bitch. I’m in control here and yer gonna do what I tell ya to do and when I tell ya, ya got that?”  I hurl a huge wad of spit in yer face and watch as it splatters against it and drips down mixin with the blood and sweat. I reach out and grab the clamps on yer bloody nipples and YANK em off tossin em aside and move my arms outta yer reach just in case ya get any bright ideas about grabbin em. Them nips now streamin hot blood down yer chest and abs onto yer hard cock and big balls. “Well, somethin is glad to see me” I snicker. I step back and open my arms wide as I say, “Welcome…to my little slice of paradise that I like to call HELL ON EARTH. Go on, look around. Ya might see things that spark yer interest. Ya said ya wanted to see my MAN cave…more like a BODY cave…well, here ya are, bitch!”  I move to a long table close by and turn the lights up higher revealin the bodies layin around…some rotted…some nothin but skeletons, the odor of rotted flesh and organs in the air as I show off the room to ya.

Dream Breaker

Even though my eyes are almost closed from the swelling, they widen when I see the macabre sight in the room. Some of the bodies must have been here for weeks, some perhaps for years. You are sicker than I imagined. I mumble something against the filthy underwear as I turn my head away from the shocking sight before my eyes. I struggle my legs and arms with all my strength, feeling once again the same silent movement in my shackles, but this time they give way much more than before. Perhaps hope is not yet lost.

Dan Freyr

I then remember about the dirty stained jock in yer mouth and reach out grabbin it, yankin it out. “Sorry, fucker…what was ya sayin again?” I bring the jock to my dick and shoot a load of my cum on it hard soakin it then SMASH it back against yer face smearin it with my seed…it tumbles down into yer lap over yer hard cock. Yer strugglin to get loose as ya see the interior of the room and I don’t wait as I go to the shelves and grab a sharp switchblade knife, flickin it open. Before ya can say or do anythin, I come up behind ya and reach over yer left shoulder and  with a LONG flick of the knife SLICE yer left nipple off yer pec…the blood now flowin out as I run the blade across that pec makin a fresh cut in yer skin. Then, I take that bloody severed nipple and SHOVE it in yer open mouth, forcin it down yer throat with my fingers. “Chew on that for a while, bitch!” I growl as that knife comes up again and CUTS across yer forehead from the right cut to the left one, makin blood stream down and turnin yer face into a crimson mask as I move back and away, putting the knife away and turn around with a sneer on my face. “How ya doin now, muscle faggot?”

Dream Breaker

When I feel you cutting off my nipple and forcefully thrusting it into my mouth, a powerful rush of adrenaline fills my veins. My muscles expand and my veins bulge in my arms, neck, temples, everywhere in my body as I stretch my shoulders and begin to rise from the chair. The thick chains tighten as I continue to rise until the shackles embedded in the wooden floor, to which the chains are attached, give way and break with a loud crack. The chains fly with great force and speed behind my body, hitting you in the body and the back of your skull. The barbed wire embedded in the rope bites into my skin, but I couldn't give a fuck as I push off with my forearms, breaking the frayed rope around my wrists. The shackles on my legs fall to the ground, broken in the same way. I am wounded, but I am free. I turn around, my thick cock swinging in front of me, and without saying a word, I grab you by the throat and lift your body into the air. "Hey, pretty boy, I missed you."

Dan Freyr

The sight of ya sittin there bloodied and bruised and soaked with my cum and yer sweat and all bound up like the good little muscle cocksucking faggot whore that ya is a sight I’ll never forget but just in case I do, I turn to go and grab the camera to capture a shot of this. The sound of wood CREAKIN and SNAPPIN behind me suddenly along with the loudest fuckin ROAR I ever heard and the sound of wire and rope snappin makes me whirl around and say, “what the actual fu…” That’s all I get out as suddenly yer 6’5”, 310 lb. muscled body is loose and right in front of me…yer big hand GRIPPIN my throat and LIFTIN my 1896 lb. muscled tatted hairy body up off the floor raisin me up almost three feet off the floor as ya spit out them words at me. I grab at that hand as I feel them fingers startin to CRUSH into my neck…my booted legs danglin and kickin…the look of demonic rage in yer swollen eyes makin me actually feel afraid of ya. But I ain’t gonna just let ya off me right here. I ain’t that fuckin weak! My right boot swings out and NAILS yer hangin nuts…my left boot swingin up and out and I manage to SLAM the heel into yer right side diggin it in as hard as I can as I gasp in yer grip, “LET. ME. FUCKIN. GO. FAGGOT.”

Dream Breaker

The loud sound of your kick hits my balls hanging low. Fortunately, I manage to close my thick thighs just in time to block your kick, and only the tip of your boot hits the groove between my balls. However, I stagger so much when your left boot digs into my ribs that I have to let go of your neck. You fall to the floor on your feet and are almost immediately ready for another attack. But I'm fighting for my life, which makes me act like a raging bull, and I don't even give you a chance to counterattack as my huge fist slams into your solar plexus, almost sinking into your body. With my broad shoulders, I push you against the wall as my knee rises and strikes your groin 1-2-3 times in succession. I step back, watching your reaction.

Dan Freyr

My first boot din’t make a dent but my second boot hit yer ribs good enough that I get dropped to my feet on the floor as my fists came up ready to attack. I charge in swingin a right left combo at yer face, then bring my right knee aimed at yer cock and balls then my right gloved hand comes up tryin to grab at yer bloody face and rake it. At least, that’s what I hoped. That meathook punch to my solar plexus brought out a scream of agony as the air WHOOSHED outta me…my body stunned and stopped in its tracks. The force of it prolly damaged somethin inside me but I don’t have time to worry about it as ya SHOVE me against the cinder block wall, my skull BANGIN against it…a gash openin in the back of my skull as ya DRIVE that knee 1-2-3 times into my groin…a ROAR of pain spewin from my mouth along with spit as that muscled knee feels like a 10 ton wreckin ball as it FLATTENS my nuts up into my body and bends my uncut 9 inch dick almost in half. There’s a SNAP sound that comes from my dick as my round silver piercin BREAKS in half and clatters to the floor as I start to slowly SINK down the wall to the floor.

Dream Breaker

The loud sound of your kick hits my balls hanging low. Fortunately, I manage to close my thick thighs just in time to block your kick, and only the tip of your boot hits the groove between my balls. However, I stagger so much when your left boot digs into my side that I have to let go of your neck and cough as I watch you falling to the floor on your feet and are almost immediately ready for another attack. But I'm fighting for my life, which makes me act like a raging bull, I don´t give a shit for few broken ribs and most of all I don't even give you a chance to counterattack as my huge fist slams into your solar plexus, almost sinking into your body. With my broad shoulders, I push you against the wall as my knee rises and strikes your groin 1-2-3 times in succession. I step back, watching your reaction.

I don´t move an inch but just want to wait to see you sink down the wall to the floor and stay sitting on your ass. Your cock head is bleeding a bit where your prince Albert used to be but must admit I kind of admire you seeing it, despite of the last impact, still rock hard, stiff as hell. "Get up from there, pussy. Fight like a man, pathetic faggot. I didn´t bring chloroform with me, that´s for pussies like you who want to look like a man but are acting but cowards", I shout with mocking voice. As you slowly, very slowly start to get up I grab you by your beard and aim my fist into your throat sending you down again. "Not yet! Not before I give you a permission. You don´t blink your eye here without my permission, is that clear?"

Dan Freyr

Sittin on my bare ass on the filthy floor...the years of rotted bodies and blood and piss and cum soaked into it. I start to get up as ya just told me to but then ya grab my beard and SLUG my throat....GAAAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGGGG...spit flyin outta my mouth as ya nearly take out my windpipe with that hammer fist...tellin not to get up til I get permission...and at this point that's prolly good advice...coughin and gaspin for air...hurlin a big wad of spit out on the floor...fuck what have I gotten myself into here? this big fucker seems determined to work me over and destroy me...but I caint let that happen...I’m too invested in all this...I sit there my arms at my sides as I take some deep breaths in...then suddenly SHOOT both of my gloved fists STRAIGHT up in yer ballsac DRIVIN my knuckles in as hard as I can...growlin..."take THAT ya cocksucker!"

Dream Breaker

This time I didn´t have time to block your punch that lands right in the bull´s eye, or should I say into my bull´s balls, making me fold and stumble backward nursing my aching nuts. My cock jumps up and shoots a spray of precum on your face as I lift my head up, looking at your eyes... you can see the agony on it. I stay almost as paralyzed when suddenly ... I am smiling. "You idiot! Do you really think your little sissy punches could take me down? You need much more than that. My blood covered face has an evil grin on it as I grab my 9 inch cock and straighten my back. Seeing you in that squatting position, I kick my boot straight between your legs, flattening your hairy balls against your body. "Now you can get up!"

Dan Freyr

I know my fists hit well and hard as I see that precum spray out on my face as ya stumble backwards...still tauntin me even tho I know them fists hurt but maybe they dint hurt bad enough...I start to raise up from my squattin position as ya charge in again...that boot SLAMMIN right into my low hangers....AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH...the force of that kick bringin me UP and knockin me off to the side by the long table nearly...fuck fuck fuck...my balls ragin with PAIN...sure that kick probably busted one of em but I caint stop to look...I reach over to the table and find what I’m lookin for...a quart jar of blood...I grab it and LUNGE toward ya bringin it up in my fist and SMASH the jar against yer head...glass shatterin and blood sprayin all over head and splatterin back on me.

Dream Breaker

A thick, room-temperature liquid drips onto me. It's obvious that the blood isn't very fresh because it has a rancid smell. Breaking the glass jar against my head makes me a little dizzy, but I'm an experienced fighter. I wrap my arms around your head, pulling your body closer to me as my forehead slams into your face with force. The dry crack tells me that the thin cartilage in your nose has broken as it starts to bleed. Before you even have time to react, I bury your face in the canyon between my pecs, muffling your screams as my knee rises from the ground and strikes your balls again, and again, and again. "After this, your little swimmers won't be able to swim anymore!"

Dan Freyr

I was hopin the shattered jar would bust ya open but this fucker must have a thick skull or somethin...ya wrap yer big arms around my head pullin me into ya...yer forehead slammin into my face...over and over...my nose shatters from the impact and blood gushes out down yer chest...my hands reach back and CLAW at yer bare ass diggin my nails in as ya SHOVE my bloody face into yer pec canyon smotherin me in that muscle...then my balls get attacked again...over and over and over...I gotta get free and fight back...this mutha fucker is takin me apart bit by bit and I aint gonna let that happen...I open my mouth in yer pec canyon and twist my head just enough that I can SUCK in some of yer right pec flesh and SINK my teeth into it as hard as I can gnawin and twistin it with my teeth.

Dream Breaker

"You nasty little rat! You can´t keep your fucking teeth out of my pecs.", I grab you by your nape and pull you out of my body, slamming you against the wall. "I don't think you know who you've started messing with. You should have thought twice before. Now it´s too late!", I see your eyes staring at my face when I clap my palms hard against your ears, ringing them good as I snap a grab of your shaft twisting it hard. "This works still, faggot?"

Dan Freyr

Ya yank my head outta yer pecs and clap yer hands on my ears makin em ring...I take a chance and swing a fist up into yer balls grabbin em in my gloved fist and yankin em as I lean into ya...ya grab my hard shaft twistin it as I PULL down on yer nuts gaspin..."yeah it still works bitch.,.but you aint gonna the balls for it if I rip these off yer body" I growl in defiance.

Dream Breaker

This time you got my nuts well and I fall down on one knee while I keep on stretching your cock, feeling how it, despite of all impacts it has received, gets steel hard in my grip. You don´t release your hold of my nuts, it´s more, your fingertips are drilling deep into my ball meat, as if you are trying to impale them with your fingers, finding that very core of them. This time I ROAR like a fucking beast getting slaughtered, for the first time really afraid for my boys I am so proud of. I keep the hold of your leaking cock. "Fuck I must get out of this or it´s all over". Without thinking twice I aim my elbow into your gut a and take your stinky cock head into my mouth sinking my teeth just below your mushroom shaped cock head.

Dan Freyr

I get this fucker down on his knees finally as I MAUL and YANK at those balls he's so proud of...but ya still have my uncut dick in yer hand...I hear that ROAR and know I better do somethin fast...we're near that table as I reach over and grab somethin from it....long and pink at one time and rotted but still useable...just then I ROAR out as this fucker sinks his fuckin teeth into my foreskin and dick head gnawin and bitin...that elbow hittin my gut makin me lose grip on yer balls...I bring hand up from the table and suddenly I wrap the stinkin rottin long piece of large intestine I grabbed around yer neck twistin it tight around yer throat as ya bite and chew on my dick head...the smell of the intestine all around us as we stay locked in a battle for survival.

Dream Breaker

"How the fuck it´s possible the guy is leaking precum even while I am biting his cock head almost off?", I ask myself when you interrupt my thought by wrapping something that smells disgusting around my neck. I don´t need to be a Sherlock to guess what are your intentions when the piece of intestines starts to choke my neck. Luckily, your improvised rope is old, rotten and can´t resist too much pressure as it breaks around my neck. "Good try ass hole", I mumble as I spit out your throbbing cock from my mouth and stand up. On the same side table there is also a large human cock that has been ripped off from his owner days ago. I grab it in my hand and shove my knee on your abs making you to fold. "Let´s play your games then", I hiss as I force your pec on the table. Rubbing your face against the rest of human pieces and some liquid I have no idea what it is I move my hand, holding the half rotten cock between your legs and shove it in your hairy crack. "Ready faggot?". Without waiting for your answer I thrust the cock into your surprisingly tight ass, all the way until my knuckles reach your entrance. "Enjoy your own work".

Dan Freyr

I had a feelin usin that rotten intestine was gonna fail but I hadda try and I got more like it on the table…this fucker actin like he's gonna chew my fuckin foreskin off my dick...IF he don’t bite the head off first...but ya let it go and stand up RAMMIN that knee to my abs...bendin me over tauntin me...shovin my face in some rancid liquid on the table....suddenly ya shove that dismembered thick cock IN my ass as I YELL out at the invasion..."mutha fuckin sick perverted piece of shit I..." I stop for a moment...just as I finally remember where I’ve seen ya before as I yell back...:"oh my fuckin hell...I know who ya are now...yer that mass killer the cops have been lookin for for months...aint ya ya piece of shit!" My hand grabbin at the rottin torso on the table I pick it up and swing it back tryin to slam it against yer head.

Dream Breaker

My laugh, a laughter of a madman echoing off the stone walls of a dark basement room. "You know who I am? That's good—and it's absolutely true that the cops are after me, some of them have even found me, but they never made it back to the police station, like those two idiots who stopped my car today. What's left of them can be found in a ditch somewhere along the side road." My laughter grows louder as you throw the torso part on top of me.

I grab your head and lift it a few feet up until I slam it back against the disgusting table with all my strength. I repeat the movement again and again until I notice that your body is no longer twitching and your screams are fading away. Your face remains lying in the growing pool of blood beneath it. "Is he unconscious?" I ask myself as I release my grip on your head and take a few steps back.

Dan Freyr

admittin to killin cops would impress me if I wasn’t bein beaten and tortured by ya....I throw that torso part at ya but knock it aside and grab my head SLAMMIN it down on the table into whatever that puddle is...yer laughter maniacal...each hit causin more damage....nose shattered and splattered...teeth busting out....forehead gashed and pourin blood....,my chin crackin against the edge of the table...each hit weakenin me as finally I start to go limp from the attack...my head a bloody mess...my face disfigured...my eyes filled with blood...one of em almost hangin outta the socket...my bloody mouth hangin open as I go out limp in yer grip...ya let me go and I slump top the floor in bloody broken mess.

Dream Breaker

I lift your legs onto the table and leave you lying on your stomach on top of it. In the corner of the room is a full-length mirror where I check the damage you've caused. "Oh, fuck!" I hiss angrily, "what a mess—the marks of a beginner are everywhere." My bloody reflection winks at me as I stride back to the table. "First of all, I need to make sure you stay put and don't try anything stupid if you happen to wake up in the middle of the fun," I say, mostly to myself, as I lift my knee onto your back, grabbing your left arm and pulling it behind your shoulders. I press my knee firmly into the middle of your back, just below your shoulder blades, pressing your chest firmly against the table as I begin to bend your arm backward, lifting your wrist toward your neck. You are surprisingly flexible in your unconscious state, but finally, with your arm at an unnatural angle, right at the limits of your joints and ligaments, a huge, hollow bang echoes in the quiet basement room. Your arm detaches from its shoulder joint, hanging limply, uselessly, by your side.

I repeat the same operation with your right arm until I have also dislocated it from its socket. "There, that was easy," I say to myself as I climb down from the table and, scratching my balls, move between your legs to the end of the table. The next step is a little more laborious and requires a little more strength. I push your limp body forward on the table until your torso falls over the edge, your shoulders and head hitting the dirty floor. Your legs stick up stiffly, the soles of your feet facing the ceiling. I climb onto the table and grab your boots, spreading your legs wide open. Your semi-erect cock hangs down toward your face as I continue to spread your legs. You are strong, I must admit, but even the strongest steel eventually bends and breaks, and you are no exception. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I twist and stretch your thighs further apart until it feels like the table is breaking beneath me as your thighs detach from your hip joints with a huge double snap. You moan softly through your unconsciousness as your limp body slumps to the floor, your legs in an unnatural position beside you. The scent of green almonds comes to mind as I admire my handiwork. I learned this from the best.

I move almost silently, grabbing your head from behind and pulling you backwards on the floor until you are lying on your back. I move next to your head; you look at me with unconscious eyes as I kick you in the face. "Don't stare at me, faggot." I move lower down your body and start jerking off your semi-hard cock, which quickly stiffens into steel. "Remember what I said about steel. Even the best steel eventually breaks." The old broken broomstick is a great dildo. With my free hand, I shove the broomstick into your ass until I feel your body jerk and I reach your prostate as my rhythm quickens around your throbbing cock. Your body starts to bounce and arches as you shoot your white lava onto your hairy stomach. I continue to jerk you off until the last drop of your cum flies out. But I'm not done yet. I start jerking your cock again, slowly and torturously, pushing the improvised dildo violently into your prostate until, after a few minutes, you spray another load on top of yourself. I smile sadistically, take a 15-second break, and start the show again. After the fifth time, nothing but bloody air bubbles come out of your cock, popping around your exhausted cock head. I pull the brush head out of your ass, and blood begins to flow from your destroyed prostate as you start to make noises and wake up. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." I open my palm and wrap my fingers around your balls, taking a firm grip on them.

Dan Freyr

I start to wake up slowly…funny, I don’t remember goin to bed or to sleep. I musta dozed off when I was watchin that slasher flick,,,it was a good one too. This guy kidnapped a big muscle dude and drug him down to his basement and beat the holy fuck out of him until he… Suddenly,  my mind clears and all at once I remember everythin that happened hours…days…minutes ago? At the same time, I realize that I caint move my arms or legs even though my brain is sendin em signals. My eyes open as I look up at the ceilin of my playroom, then feel a hand on my dick and balls. I look down to see this fuckin muscle pussy jackin my dick for hell knows how long cause there’s nothin comin out but air bubbles now and that’s when I feel the SEARIN pain comin from ass and look down in anger as ya pull that broken broomstick outta my ass along with my ripped and torn prostate hangin from it. The ROAR of pain and agony that comes outta me shatters several of the glass jars of blood above us, sprayin us with the rancid thick contents. “WHAT IN HELL HAVE YA DONE TO ME, YA COCKSUCKIN ASS LICKIN FUCKIN FAGGOT? I CAINT MOVE MY ARMS OR LEGS AND MY ASS IS ON FUCKIN FIRE! HOW THE FUCK DID I END UP LIKE THIS YA MURDERIOUS SONOFABITCH?” I yell at ya as ya stand there with that sick demented grin on yer face as I wait for ya to speak.

Dream Breaker

"What have I done to you? Nothing so far. Just adjusted some parts so we can have fun without anything disturbing us, preventing us from having fun". There is no emotions on my voice. It´s calm and sounds coldly professional, almost like a doctor or undertaker. I keep holding your swollen nuts in my tight grip, twisting and stretching them, as if I was testing the limits of your fragile cords that attach your nuts into your body. "Male ball, strong one", I basically say to myself as I release your nutsack for a moment letting it fall swinging down between your open spread legs. I grab your hard cock from the base with my left hand and take a large metallic spike from your table. "This will do", I say to myself as I slide the thing spike into your cock sounding it deep.

Dan Freyr

Yer tone so even and cold, it’s almost like we're havin just a normal conversation, but THIS AINT FUCKIN NORMAL ONE DAY BIT! All I can think is that ya dislocated my arms and legs...I mean I can see em there and even feel em but I caint make em more one damn bit...I gasp as hold my big balls in yer big hand twistin and stretchin em makin some damn comment about em...then ya let em drop then grab my uncut dick that's still bubblin...I see ya pick up that metallic spike and insert into my slit all the way. Even with all the pain I’m in I manage to grin at ya sorta as I say, "That's yer idea of torture fuckface? Hell, that's my little spike I use for sounding ya fuckin faggot!!! Why don’t ya find somethin bigger?"

Dream Breaker

I lift up my eyes from your cock and turn to look at you. You are right, this sound isn´t reaching the zones I am trying to access. I pull out the metallic sound from your cock and leave it on the table next to you. "What could I use?", I ask to myself as I look around and see those welding spikes on the shelf. "Thank you". I grab one of the welding spikes and slide it all in with one rough movement, all the way until my fingertips are rubbing your cock head. Moving the sound in your bleeding cock I try to figure out where the tip is situated. I can´t see it through your shaft so it must have reached your ruined joynut. One thrust more and you change your tone, your body starts to writhe as I impale your sensitive organ. "They say that there´s nothing better than prostatic orgasm".

Dan Freyr

I watch as ya pull that spike from my dick…then ya find the weldin spikes and come back over with the LARGEST fuckin spike I got. “Hey…hey…hey…I was just kiddin, man…I didn’t mean to…I mean…don’t do it…no…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I try to stop ya as ya SHOVE that large spike ALL the way down my shaft losin yer grip on the end as it disappears from view and I SCREAM out in agony as that cold steel spike PIERCES down into my seminal tube…and keeps goin as it JABS into one of my testicles in my ball sack. Blood starts bubblin up and outta my cock head onto yer hand as I lay there unable to move,,,sweat drippin off my body as I can only imagine what’s comin next.

Dream Breaker

I notice your reaction and how you enjoy the gentle feeling the sound brings. You clearly need more. I thrust the spike up and down like some fucking sewing machine, without caring where the sound hits or what it pierces as it goes deeper inside you. Your cock is like a red geyser, spraying blood in a thin spray over your stomach. "Next step." I grab your balls with my free hand, squeezing them tightly again, stretching and pulling them violently until I feel your weak cords snap and your testicles detach from your body, remaining as loose orbs inside your blackened sack. I twist your scrotum 180, 360, 540 degrees until your skin tears and your scrotum rips off. My cock sprays precum on your body as I dig your detached balls out of your scrotum and show them to you. "They're still perfect, no internal damage!"

Dan Freyr

Ya grab that damn spike and thrust it up and down as I SCREAM out agony…that fuckin cold steel spike RIPPIN thru my ball sack like a buzz saw…blood spewin out my dick and I’m coughin up blood and bile as well as ya methodically work to destroy my dick and balls. I plead, “pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee…stoppppppppppp…caint…we…come to…some sorta…compromise??????????” I beg. Just then I CRY out in PAIN as my balls detach from my body completely…my sack fillin with blood…turnin blue then purple then red…ya grab my  scrotum and twist it around sadistically as my yells and cries seem to drive ya on even more than my eyes go WIDE as I vomit out blood…my sack RIPPIN off…ya pull my detached nuts out and show them to me as I get violently ill at this fucker’s torture.

Dream Breaker

"Try to hang on a bit. You will feel much better soon" My voice is calming as my free hand runs on your body while I move next your face rubbing your severed balls against your blood covered cheeks. "Open your mouth", I almost whisper as I shove your balls into your wet cave. "Shhh.. all will be good", I keep calming you down as I place my cock head on your lips, grinding it softly against them. "You are doing just great daddy", I assure you as I suddenly thrust my cock into your wide open mouth drilling it deep, shoving your balls all the way into your throat. "There we go!", I chuckle pulling my cock head out of your mouth as I close it with the help of my hands. "You can swallow if you can".

Dan Freyr

The blood gushin from my destroyed dick now…blood bubblin up from my throat…I got no choice as ya rub my own testicles on my body. I open my mouth as ya SHOVE em in my mouth…next thing I know that HUGE muscle cock THRUSTS into my mouth…SHOVIN and FORCIN my nuts down my throat and into my esophagus…fuckin cuttin off my air as I struggle swallow em down as my guts churn again violently. I manage to swallow em as I lay there realizin its fuckin possible I might not make it outta here alive, let alone in one piece.

Dream Breaker

I can see you panicking, trying to lift up your torso from the table but it´s difficult without arms.. "Shhh, let me help you". I move behind your head and take it into my arms, hugging it. "You are a brave man. Not many guys were able to swallow their own balls, like those two stupid traffic cops who tried to swallow each other’s nuts. They both failed. But you, Daddy, you did such a great job." Then my voice stays quiet, as I increase pressure on your head. With a sudden move to the right and fast back to the left I twist your head as a loud dry cracking sound is heard when your neck snaps. Your body convulses 2-3 times violently and the calm and the silence enter back to the dark basement.

Dan Freyr

Yer words would be soothing and relaxin if it was a different situation but it aint and we both know it. Now, this bitch is just tauntin me and I got a sick feelin where this is headed. Ya brag about the cops ya killed and I’ve no doubt that’s what’s about to happen to me as well. Suddenly, it’s like everythin moves in slow motion. Ya take my head in yer hands…my eyes pleadin…caint even speak without throwin up again…ya know ya have me under yer control…ya know there’s nothin I can…the mark of a true serial killer…I oughta now since I’ve done the same thing to my victims…that feelin of intense evil superiority…almost like playin at bein god. Yer voice goes quiet as ya TWIST my neck from the right to the left and the sound of bone snappin and my neck breakin FILLIN the room as my body jerks violently, twitchin and convulsin 2…3…4 times as my eyes roll back in my bloody disfigured head…the last sound ya head is my heartbeat…slowin down…slower…slower…slower…then…SILENT.

Dream Breaker

Silence hangs heavy in the air, amid the stench of blood and semen, broken only by the steady rhythm of water dripping from a leaky tap. I lift you onto your stomach on the table and grab your left arm and right thigh, wrapping them around each other. I repeat the operation with your remaining limbs and wrap the whole package behind your back. You look so pretty in that position, like a delicious pretzel. I pour fuel from the basement of the room and light an oil lamp from the shelf. I climb the stairs to the upper floor and throw the lit oil lamp into the basement, which immediately bursts into flames. I leave the door open and put on my clothes lying on the floor, when I remember a house not far from here, inhabited by two handsome brothers. I wonder if they would help me, a poor man who has been in a car accident...

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Published: 2026-02-16, viewed 123 times.