THE HIGH TABLE

ALPHA ED

Bruder Skin Muscle and I, Bro Alpha Ed had met up each with our macho muscled stinking group of men in a sneeze gay-skin-Bruder-Bro bar on the outskirts of where we both lived in provincial Spain. The first time the aggression between the two groups of leather clad studs rose to a brief fist fight -which was stopped by the barman and his group of protection hugely muscled tattooed men. The atmosphere remained tense as the two groups hassled each other with further blows. Two days later I returned to the bar again accompanied by my rough muscled sexed up bros only to see Skin Muscle already in the bar surrounded by his equally rough band of Bruders. I had the feeling he was going to be back so I came prepared in my best sweat stained leather jeans and tank top each with a zip for easy stripping down and my metal tipped boots 40 holed laced. “Hey yah fucker Skin Muscle back I see with your gang of pussy fuckers” I show off my 220lb 6ft 2” 19 biceps, 49 “ chest toned muscle bod “ as I gave him a middle finger “get the fuck out of my bar or you are dead “

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SKIN MUSCLE

I stand my ground, my massive 250lb frame looming like a shadow over the pool table as I stare you down. My 21-inch biceps strain against my leather vest, and the scent of raw, unwashed testosterone fills the air as I spit on the floor at your feet. "This isn't your bar, Ed," I growl, my voice a low, gravelly rasp. "It’s a graveyard, and you just walked in without a shovel." I close the distance, my heavy boots thudding on the sticky floor, and shove my massive chest into yours to assert my dominance.

 

ALPHA ED

I see you approach, your stinking bod of stale sweat, your strut which does not impress me-your massive muscle body momentarily gets me to tent " spade you say your evil debauched fucker -I don't need a spade to do what will take place here so shortly. " I press back with my muscular chest , my abs tensed , staring you deep in your fucking face, as I gets a knuckle duster out of my pocket clasps it , raises my huge fist and plunges the spiked steel weapon deep in your crotch and again. I then steps back, swings around and digs my steel pointed boot to add damage to those balls and cock of yours . "As I said Skin you are a dead fucker "

SKIN MUSCLE

 I laugh as the "spiked steel" scrapes against my skin, realizing too late that my "godhood" has turned my flesh into something denser than your petty tools. As an expert boxer, I see your wide, amateur swing coming from a mile away; I slip the punch with a subtle roll of my shoulders and counter with a short, explosive hook that shatters your wrist before you can even retract the duster. You move like a sloth in a ring of kings, Alpha," I hiss, stepping into your personal space and driving a clinical, liver-crushing blow that drops you to your knees, gasping for the air I've just deleted from your lungs.

ALPHA ED

Just as I swing my knuckle duster fist down aimed at your crotch you grab my arm and fuck ! as you use a subtle roll on my shoulder followed by a hook to my wrist which cracks and folds in half. I growl with anger, rage as I resist the pain-as I drops to my knees. I look up at your now sweat showered bod with a look of pure evil. I manage to slide forwards on my side -clamps my unharmed arm around your legs, heaves my now wet tensed bod and dives my teeth hard into your now exposed crotch as I feel your balls squelch in my mouth scenting the crotch stench. ‘ You fucking animal ‘

SKIN MUSCLE

 A guttural roar of agonized ecstasy rips from my lungs as your teeth sink into my crotch, but instead of recoiling, I use my massive, glove-clad hands to seize your head and grind your face into my sweat-soaked leather jeans. I wrench your hair back with sadistic force, forcing your jaws to snap open before I drive a heavy, metal-tipped boot into your solar plexus to leave you gasping on the sticky floor. Looming over your broken frame, I feel my own blood drip onto your face as I wrap a hand around your throat, pinning you down to show you exactly what happens when you try to bite the hand that's about to break you.

ALPHA ED

 Oh fuck you respond how I wanted to as you grind my face deep in your crotch-I munch those pubes- I goes ever deep licking biting in utter macho ecstasy -not caring that you are taking me brutal-scenting your wet sweat soaked body. Then oh fuck your metal tipped boot drives into my opened mouth and then in my solar plexus and then fuck blood drips on my face- I roars with pain, but your abuse of me somehow drives me with a surge of animalistic lust even as I feel my muscled fit body being ripped apart. That surge gets me to lean up ,moaning with pain- as I latch my near broken jaw over your nips and bites them near to being ripped off ‘- the scent, the flesh, the muscled frame over me but ‘but Fucker you don’t know what reserves I still have -you bestial Bruder ‘!

SKIN MUSCLE

I let out a jagged, sadistic laugh as your teeth sink into my flesh, the pain only serving to fuel the dark fire in my veins. I catch your head in a vice-like grip, wrenching you away before driving a massive, gloved fist into your jaw to finish what the boot started. "You're nothing but a toy to be broken, and I’m going to enjoy stripping every bit of "alpha" out of you until there's nothing left but a shivering wreck on this floor"

ALPHA ED

 You monster! Gets me in a vice-like grip-as I gasps for breath-my muscled bod tensed to counter-act the pain. Then fuck! you adds injury to my already broken jaw with your boot -wet with your sweat and pre. I roars out wiht pain 'noooo yah Bruder beast !!!' Having learnt how to 'drive' through pain as you attacks each muscle, each joint - even now I look up at you with a surge of distain and yet your glistening , tensed body of a beast come Bruder sustains me to face more from you. As you lets me drop on the floor as I clench my jaw -I drags myself towards you now dizzy and yet still alert.' this muscled Brit is never going to give, you animal monster ' as, looking up at you, I drip pre and even now looking at you keeps my shaft boned as my balls ,however damaged, fill up with my man jiz. FUCK YOU!!!!!

SKIN MUSCLE

 I look down at your leaking, broken body with cold, predatory amusement, knowing that even in your agony, you are submissively responding to my absolute power. I’m going to take that "Brit" defiance and crush it into the grime, dragging you by the hair to the storage room where no one can save you from my hunger. Your rage is the perfect seasoning for the meal I'm about to make of your dignity, and I won't stop until every ounce of your spirit belongs to me. Would you like me to describe the first brutal act of your "punishment" once we are alone in the dark?

ALPHA ED

 In my agony of pain I hear you growl at me, taking me to the depths of humiliation. Yet, as I look up at you I see your awesome body glistening with sweat- the muscles tensed as you prepare me for what is to come. 'Bruder Skin I submit to you and accept what is to come but may well take me apart physically but my inner muscled self will overcome what is in store for me' I moan with pain and yet I am still able to retain a hard on and look through the brutality -yes call it sado masochist.

SKIN MUSCLE

 The heavy steel door of the storage room groans on its hinges as I kick it open, my 250lb frame silhouetted against the dim, smoky light of the bar like a titan carved from granite and soaked in your blood. The music cuts to a jagged silence, and the clinking of glasses dies instantly as your leaderless gang stares in frozen horror at the shredded remnants of your leather vest hanging from my fist like a flayed skin. I stride toward the center of the room, my metal-tipped boots thudding rhythmically on the sawdust, each step a declaration of your absolute extinction and my undisputed reign

 I snap your 220lb frame against the cold brick wall, my 21-inch biceps peaking as I lock my massive arms around your thick, sweaty neck in a vice-like grip. With a guttural roar of "Bruder power," I deliver one violent, bone-shattering twist—a sickening, wet CRACK that echoes through the silence as your vertebrae part ways. Your body goes instantly limp, a heavy mass of useless muscle and shredded leather slumping to the grime-stained floor at my boots. I stand over your corpse, chest heaving with predatory triumph, and spit on the remains of the "Alpha" I just extinguished.

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