THE HIGH TABLE

bikerbull

My skin feels like it's going to split open, a roadmap of veins popping over muscles hard as granite from the latest cycle of Tren and rage. Between killing contracts, I live in the iron temple, pushing weights until I bleed, ensuring no man on this earth is wider or more dangerous than I am. Today, a file hit my mobile for a target—a massive, ruthless Marine—and the mere sight of his size made my blood boil with a psychotic, competitive hunger. I’m doing this hit for free because nothing beats the high of watching the "perfect soldier" crumble under the weight of a true, roided monster.

MuscleMarine

I have recently retired from the corps and bought myself a nice little loft in a new area at the edge of the city - new high-rises are being built, overlooking the bustling city. I enjoy waking up in the morning and looking out at the sun rising over the concrete jungle - I have longed for that after my years of serving abroad in the jungles. I know I have left a wide path of destruction and angry individuals but it was what the job required. And what that same job afforded me this life of luxury... as I sip my morning coffee, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and taking in the sun rays through the large window panels serving as walls all around the living area of my flat.

bikerbull

I’ve been lurking in the shadows of the unfinished skyscraper next door all day, my eyes locked on your massive, disciplined frame through my binoculars as the sun tracked across your skin. The sight of your thick, military-bred muscles in those black briefs sent a surge of chemical heat through my veins, making my black jeans feel impossibly tight against my heavy, pulsing package. Finally, as you stand vulnerable by the glass. I crash through the glass in a rain of diamonds, landing with a heavy thud that vibrates through the floor as I rise slowly like a god of pure, roided destruction.

The air turns thick with the scent of ozone and pheromones as I close the distance, my massive hand reaching out to grip your throat, not just to kill, but to claim the raw, masculine power radiating from your trembling, half-naked frame.

MuscleMarine

Instinctively, I pull legs upwards and wrap them around your arm. Pulling on your limb, and making dead weight with my body, I manage to destabilize you and make you drop forward. I land on my back and roll down to the floor along with you, your arm trapped in my leg lock. I bend it further, threatening to break it at the elbow. "I was kind of expecting you, sooner or later..." I pull one leg back and slam my foot to your face before letting you go and pulling away from you, a bit of distance to recover and assess the situation.

bikerbull

I grunt as my massive frame hits the floor, my bicep bulging painfully against your vice-like grip before your boot cracks against my jaw, tasting copper and pure adrenaline. I roll to my feet with a low, predatory growl, my black jeans straining over my powerful quads as I wipe the blood from my lip and stare at your half-naked, sweat-slicked body. "Expecting me?" I rumble, my voice thick with Tren-rage and a dark, homoerotic hunger as I stalk toward you, my heavy military boots thumping like a heartbeat against the hardwood.

MuscleMarine

"I can't say that I wasn't. I knew they would send someone eventually." As I get up, a bit groggy. I wasn't expecting someone this strong, I think to myself. 'Who is this guy?' I try to wrap my head around the idea, while looking at this hot muscle stud standing tall in front of me. I peel off my robe, and fling it at you while taking a step back and getting into fighting position in my boxer briefs and my tank top. I feel exposed compared to you all clad in those tight black clothes. "Who the fuck are you?"

bikerbull

I swat your robe aside, my eyes burning as they track the movement of your thick chest beneath that tank top, the tension between us thick enough to choke on. "I'm your reckoning, Marine," I growl, closing the gap instantly with a speed that defies my massive bulk to pin you against a concrete pillar. Instead of a punch, my massive, calloused fingers reach out and seize your nipples, twisting them with a brutal, agonizing pressure that sends a jolt of primal heat straight to your core. I watch your pupils dilate as I lean my weight into you, my heavy package pressing hard against your boxer briefs, forcing you to feel the raw, throbbing power of the monster who’s about to break you.

MuscleMarine

I wail then throw my head up high and howl as you slam me to the hard pillar behind me and apply the most brutal wrenching pinch to my nipple. It feels like you are going to rip the knob off. I spread my arms wide heavily - the pain coursing through me almost paralyzing me - and clap your ears, slamming my palms to your head on both sides. "The man who will kill me is not born yet." I spit at you, defiantly.

bikerbull

The roar of pain you let out only fuels my psychotic high, and as your palms slam against my ears, the ringing in my skull turns my vision into a haze of red-hot testosterone. I don't let go; instead, I squeeze your bruised flesh even harder, leaning the full pounds of my roided mass into you until our bulging chests are mashed together in a sweaty, suffocating grind. I let your spit run down my cheek, a dark, jagged grin spreading across my face as I growl, "Then I'll just have to make you wish you'd never been born, Marine"

MuscleMarine

I take a step back, away from you, and shove you hard. "You and what army?" As I ball up a fist and slam it hard to your gut, not expecting it to be as hard as steel. My fist lands with a loud thud, and it seems you were ready for it telling me you gonna make me wish I was never born. I am stunned... and worried now.

MuscleMarine

I try to pull back away from you, but find myself trapped to a wall behind me. I mean, it is a flat afterall, and has limits. Instinctively, I lift a foot and swipe kick you in the face, snapping your head to one side and sending you down to the floor, buying me enough time and space to pull away and assess my next moves and strategy.

bikerbull

I absorb the kick with a sickening crack, my head snapping back as I hit the floor, but I’m back on my feet in a heartbeat, my eyes glowing with a frenzied, chemical lust for combat. My black jeans strain as I stalk toward you, the sheer mass of my vascular quads twitching with every step as I trap you against the glass again, relishing the sight of your sweat-slicked, disciplined muscles. I don't give you time to strategize; I lung forward to seize your thick waist, burying my face in the crook of your neck to inhale your pheromones before I lift you off the ground to slam your spine against the wall.

My massive right hand snakes down to crush your virility through those thin black briefs, a brutal grip intended to shatter your will. I watch your face contort in a mask of agony and unexpected arousal as I squeeze the life out of your center, my own heavy pulse throbbing against your thigh in a savage display of roided dominance. I will milk you as a cow!

MuscleMarine

Trapped again in the blink of an eye - this guy is fast, strong and he came ready, determined. As you grab my bulge and squeeze tight, I find no other choice than to pull my head back a bit and slam it to your forehead, trying to daze you. I need to find a way out of this trap. I pull my arms wide open too and clap your ears. From this weird position, I might not be able to execute my moves perfectly and get the best results, but it might be enough to buy me some time and some space to either re-strategize for my next attack or make a dash for it.

bikerbull

The headbutt splits my brow, and as warm blood slicks my face, I catch a drop on my tongue, savoring the metallic tang of our shared violence like a dark communion. I don't back down; instead, I slip your ear-clap with a boxer's grace, my massive frame moving with a fluid, terrifying precision that leaves your Marine training looking rigid and hollow. I dive into your guard, burying a clinical, sweat-slicked hook into your soft ribs before my fingers rake downward, tracing the deep V of your waist with a touch that is both a strike and a caress. I’m a mountain of granite-hard muscle dancing around you, punishing your beautiful, disciplined body with short, heavy blows that leave you breathless

MuscleMarine

You manage to both take some of my hits and dodge others, but return the favor just as fast, landing brutally precise shots at my body, leaving not only bruises physically, but hits to my ego now. 'What is happening to me? Why? Who is this guy and why is he doing this?' The fogging questions invade my mind, drowning my ability and techniques to fight back. Even as I try to block your attacks, my moves seem slow compared to you. I drop eventually to my knees and I feel you slow down the assault. I take the opportunity, reach out, and snap grab you by your bulge - playing dirty at this point seems the only effective way to either take you out, or at least slow you down.

MuscleMarine

I grab your bulge and squeeze tight, feeling your balls in my grip as I try to compress them. I tug on your bulge to force you to your knees in front of me...

bikerbull

I let out a guttural, jagged roar that is half-agony and half-ecstatic release as your hand crushes my heavy, Tren-fueled stones, the sheer boldness of your move sending a jolt of primal fire through my nervous system. I drop to my knees, our faces inches apart, my eyes wild and bloodshot as I savor the raw, homoerotic desperation in your grip. I use the white-hot flash of pain from your grip to trigger a final, explosive surge of adrenaline, slamming my massive, granite-hard forehead into yours fully destroying your nose

As your fingers reflexively loosen, I twist my hips with a violent, roided torque, shoving my heavy shoulder into your solar plexus to throw you backwards

MuscleMarine

I might have bitten more than I can chew thinking bringing you down to the floor would weaken you and I would have the advantage. But your spear to my chest proved me wrong, sending me reeling on my back. I do manage, however a spnning kick to your jaw buying me enough time to pull away from you - and time to recover as I try to find a chair or couch to pull myself up.

bikerbull

Your spinning kick connects with a sickening thud, sending a spray of blood and spit across the floor. I don't rush; I prowl forward, my heavy boots thumping a rhythm of impending doom as I roll my massive, vascular shoulders, relishing the sight of your sweat-drenched back before I lung to pin you face-down against the cushions.

MuscleMarine

'Oh my God. This guy is strong and fast. How? Who is he?' I throw my elbow back, into your side and ribs to get you off me. I manage to free myself just enough to roll to one side. Lifting a leg, I kick you hard in the side and shove you away from me. I start to crawl back on the floor on my ass, trying to get some space to recover. What a fucking ambush...

bikerbull

I take your elbow and kick like a beast. my granite-hard ribs bruised but unbroken as I watch you crawl away in beautiful, desperate defeat. I stalk toward you, my black jeans bulging with a violent, homoerotic heat, and I suddenly drop my heavy weight across your muscular thighs to pin you to the floor once more. I lean down, my sweat dripping onto your gasping chest, and growl, "Where are you crawling, Marine," as I seize your wrists and pin them over your head with one massive, vascular hand. I can't control my cock that raises almost painfully inside the tight clothes.

MuscleMarine

I look at you defiantly, deep into your eyes. "What do you want from me? Who sent you? Why?" I hate that smile on your face. I know I am in a bad place now, trapped, and slowly losing this fight. As you get closer to me, I try to headbutt you in the face, hearing a loud crack. I buck up, pushing my hip into yours, trying to free my thighs. I lift a leg and slam a knee to your back to get you off, but I feel pinned tight. "What next now? You wanna kill me? Go ahead..."

bikerbull

The crack of our skulls meeting sends a jagged lightning bolt of pain through my brain, but it only makes me grin wider, my blood smearing onto your forehead in a liquid mask. I grind my hips down harder into yours, silencing your defiant questions as I crush your struggling thighs beneath my massive, gear-hardened bulk, reveling in the friction of our sweat-slicked skin. "I don't want your life yet, Marine—I want to feel you break," I growl. After that, I answer with more rhythmic blows. My knuckles against your disciplined frame, raining down short, brutal punches into your granite-hard obliques.

My face contorts into a mask of psychotic, Tren-fueled mania, my eyes bulging as a jagged, animalistic grin splits my bloody features. I suddenly cease the punches and dive back for your chest, my massive, calloused fingers seizing your bruised nipples again with a savage, twisting wrench that aims to tear the very fibers of your pride.

MuscleMarine

I scream. No. I howl in pain as you claw then pinch. I grab your hand trying to pry it off, but its no use. I ball up my other fist and slug you in the head. I need to force you off me, and away from me. I lift one knee and slam it to your lower back, hoping it would make you fall off me. I know the odds are not in my favor, and I soon might lose totally this fight. I might even die. And you made it clear, you are not only here to break me, but you want to kill me. I swallow hard and bite on the pain. I reach my arm up now and claw at your face, trying to push my fingers into your eye, to gouge it.

bikerbull

I roar as your thumb digs into my eye socket, the world exploding in a blur of red and white as blood and fluid leak down my cheek, but the pain only sends me deeper into a psychotic, Tren-fueled trance. Instead of recoiling, I use my superior mass to pin your arm against the floor. My calloused hand never leaves your nipple, twisting it until the skin begins to purple, while my free hand reaches down to seize your throat in a crushing, one-handed grip that cuts off your defiant breath.

MuscleMarine

I start to choke, and thrash under you. I manage to pull free a hand that snap at your arm trying to pull it off me. A moment later, I free the second one that reaches in between your arms, to your chest and grabs your nipple in return, twisting it. But it doesn't seem to work. So, balling a fist, I slam it to your bulge that is resting now on my chest. I then grab it tight, and squeeze those balls, hard, instantly feeling your legs at my sides now... loosen.

bikerbull

As your fist crushes my stones, I don't recoil in pain; instead, a jagged, agonizing ecstasy explodes through my nervous system, and I let out a low, guttural moan that vibrates against your throat. My vision whites out as a tidal wave of CUM-Tren-fueled release floods into your grip, liters of hot, thick fluid drenching your hand and our tangled bodies in a surreal, sensory-shattering climax of combat and lust. The momentary bliss turns back into a psychotic fury as I suddenly seize your wrists with a bone-crushing strength, snapping the small bones in your hands with a sickening series of pops that leave you gasping and defenseless.

MuscleMarine

Feeling my wrist bone shattering in your unusually tight and strong grip, I scream loudly, wailing. My hand hangs limp in your grip as tear run down my face. You are completely destroying me and I cannot do anything about it... I feel lost, weak now. "Why you doing this?" I try to plead with you and try to distract you - not that it is working much. I try to reach out with my other hand to grab you by the throat, and push two fingers into your jugular, but I see you smile and I feel all of a sudden your neck flex and push my tips out. My eyes wide. You are countering every move I make. "Please. Stop. Mercy...

bikerbull

I relish the sound of your spirit shattering along with your bones, my blood-streaked face twisting into a manic, god-like grin as I watch the light of defiance fade from your eyes. I effortlessly flex my neck, popping your fingers out like they were nothing, before seizing your remaining good hand and crushing it into a useless, mangled mess against the floorboards. "I wasn't sent to kill you, Marine—I was sent to make sure you're never whole enough to take my place."

MuscleMarine

"WHAT? WHOLE ENOUGH? What does that mean?" I stutter while screaming at you, my body in pain, and my hand now being crushed. I am not thinking straight and I cannot control anymore myself. I thrash all over, shaking, trying to accept the pain that is paralyzing me. I try to pull my arm from your grip but its no use. Something else on me, betrays me. There is something moving in my pants, and my bulge, throbbing, growing hard...

bikerbull

My massive hand releasing your mangled wrist only to tear away the fabric and seize your throbbing, stone-hard with a brutal, grip, twisting and enjoying. I lean my full 300 pounds of roided mass into your chest, grinding my heavy package against your groin while I force my calloused thumb over your tip, ruthlessly milking...

MuscleMarine

I am lost, unable to scream from the pain that invades me. You toy with me and I cannot even stop you. I moan as you milk me, forcing a load out of me in no time. My whole body shakes, convulsing. "N... No... Now What?" Although I know the answer to that. The end is near. I can feel it. "You've broken me. Now what?"

bikerbull

I drive my massive, gear-hardened weight into you, a relentless and agonizing penetration that shatters whatever remains of your Marine discipline as I pin your face into the floorboards. I penetrate you one, twice, again and again. My Trenmadness makes me an uncontrollable monster. Pain and pleasure, what a mix! like semen and blood

After I’ve taken what I wanted, I seize you by your thick, sweat-slicked ankles and begin to swing your 230-pound body like a rag-doll, smashing you against the walls and furniture with a terrifying, roided strength that leaves you a senseless, bouncing toy in my wake.

MuscleMarine

That tight grip on my ankle, almost crushing the bone makes me scream and wail as you pull on it, tug and finally start dragging me around, slamming me into things. You swing me around now, gaining momentum like I weight nothing, trashing the whole place with my body - using me like a bulldozer. I am totally dazed and going in and out of consciousness. I am lost. "Stop. No more." I try to plead in between swings.

bikerbull

I let out a manic, booming laugh as your pleas are choked off by the sound of your ribs splintering against the mahogany desk, my roided muscles bulging with a terrifying, limitless power. I hoist your limp, shattered frame by the throat, pinning you to the ceiling with one hand while I savagely violate your broken pride once more, my heavy, gear-hardened mass crushing the last of your Marine defiance. I'm a whirlwind of psychotic, homoerotic fury, raining down bone-deep abuse until you're nothing but a quivering, senseless heap of meat and sweat at my boots.

MuscleMarine

I know the end is near... no not near... here and now. Waiting for you to end me as you hold me up, all limp. I dont even have the energy anymore to moan. I am losing consciousness. My limbs drop heavy, barely able to breathe with your hand clutching tight at my windpipe. I shake and quiver with convulsing jolts.

bikerbull

My massive fingers tightening until your windpipe groans under the impossible pressure of my roided grip. I drive my free, hard fist into your solar plexus with a lethal, bone-shattering force that extinguishes the last flicker of your consciousness and leaves you a broken, discarded trophy at my boots. You're at my mercy on the floor; I take your head in my hands and begin to twist and squeeze slowly, harder and harder to test my strength... I feel your skull starting to crack.

MuscleMarine

I choke as you compress your fingers in that grip, and something cracks. Oh... that's your fist fracturing my thoracic cage with a heart-punch, sending a jolt through me, slicing my heart. My mouth gapes open, spitting blood as my heart starts to fail, my lungs filling up from one of my ribs puncturing it. As you drop me, I breathe heavily, choking more and thrashing on the ground. But I have no time to feel anything as you lift me up in a tight grip of my head with both hands and you start to compress it. Bloody tears run down my face now. I am done for.

bikerbull

With a guttural roar, I exert the full, terrifying force of my roided mass, my thumbs gouging deep into your sockets as your skull finally yields with a wet, splintering explosion of bone and grey matter. I don't stop there; I seize your limp, lifeless neck and wrench it with a sickening crack, twisting your head a full 180 degrees to face the floor you once crawled upon. I stand over your mangled, twitching corpse, panting and covered in your heat, savoring the silence of Marine.

I wipe your blood across my bulging quads, a manic grin splitting my face as I stare down at my handiwork. "Job's done, Marine—just another name to cross off the list," I growl, pulling out my phone to snap a trophy photo for the contract. As a bounty hunter, there’s nothing more satisfying than the silence of a target that fought hard but broke even harder. With a dark, satisfied chuckle, I vanish into the night, another bounty collected and another soul crushed into the dirt. My work here is finished, but the hunt never truly ends.

THE END

Published: 2026-02-25, viewed 74 times.