THE HIGH TABLE

SKIN MUSCLE:

Void. Endless, pitch-black silence. The sensation of the concrete floor against my face is gone, replaced by a terrifying, weightless nothingness that seems to freeze the very concept of time. I don't breathe; I don't exist, yet I am aware of the crushing abyss pressing in from all sides. The black hole that consumed me begins to reverse its flow. It's a slow, grueling rebirth. A localized vortex of violet smoke coalesces, a single, flickering point of malice in the infinite dark.

The smoke solidifies. First, the skeleton, a cage of bone woven from solidified shadow. Then the muscle, cording around the frame like tightening steel cables, fueled by the ancient, dormant hatred of this place. My skin knits itself back together. My 90 kilos are intact, but they are denser now, saturated by the energy of the void. I look around, trying to navigate the absolute darkness.

AL GHRATOS:

Something has changed in the energy, the blue color is suddenly darker, there is a scent - or should I call it a smell - of sulfur in the air. A satisfied grin spreads across my face, "He is here. Dream Breaker did his job. " Though this is not my world I am more than home here, rule here and do what I want. That pale skin headed body, once filled with dark energy is finally taken down, his power milked off from his core. There is only one thing left to do before finishing him for good. Take his powers and make them mine, make me stronger than ever before. My giant powers will grow only bigger. Just the idea of that makes my muscles expand and shine.

There is a place where the recently arrived creatures are dropped, next to the lake of flame, not far from my palace. You pale body is easy to detect against the burning flames on the background as I approach you with determined steps. "SKIN, Salutations my noble friend. Welcome to your last stop before your final destination."

SKIN MUSCLE:

My restored nerves twitch, picking up a frequency that doesn't belong to the local demons. I don't turn around immediately; I let the sulfurous wind whip against my reconstructed skin, a dark, jagged smile spreading across my lips. I enjoy the sensation. The predator in me isn't afraid; it’s salivating.

The heavy, sulfurous air of the Void begins to hum with that familiar, clinical blue frequency. I don't need eyes to see you; my dark magic feels your presence like a cold needle piercing the shadows. You're close, lurking in the gloom, watching what you think is a broken trophy. A slow, wet tongue slides over my teeth as I lick my lips, savoring the metallic taste of the revenge that’s finally within my reach. Gratos I can feel you.

AL GHRATOS:

"DEMON! What do you think you are doing?" I snap a grab of your nape and take a firm grip of your neck digging my finger nails into your paled skin. A thin stream of a blue blood leaks out from the tiny wounds but that is meaningless. What I want is to make you understand that I could end of what ever there is left of your soul and that spiritual body around it. My other hand slides down you back all the way until your buttocks finally entering into your crack and eventually into your tight hole. "Feel who is in control and believe it", I hiss hooking my finger inside your churning canal. "You are now my toy", I whisper.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I don't flinch when your nails pierce my neck; the trickle of blue-tainted blood is just a cold reminder of the poison you injected into me. Even as you shove your finger deep inside me, trying to claim my body as a trophy in the shadow of the flames, my predatory grin only widens. You think this violation is a show of power, but in this hell, physical pain is just fuel

I rasp, my muscles tightening around your hand, turning my 'toy' body into a vice that traps your fingers within me. I lean back against your chest, letting the weight of my 90 kilos pin you toward the scorched earth, while my own dark energy begins to coil around your wrist like barbed wire.

AL GHRATOS:

I scream and thrash beneath you like a lion cub caught in a trap until my voice suddenly fades and a mocking smile spreads across my face. My massive arms wrap around you as I rise lightly to my full height of 210 cm, lifting you up with me in my tight embrace. My heavy, nearly 180 kg body is firmly planted on the ground as I begin to crush your ribs together. “You forget the facts, my noble friend,” I chuckle, pressing my hard forehead against your face. “This is my kingdom, and here I reign. Your visit will last only a moment until your dark power is mine. So don’t fight it—make this easier on yourself, and it will all be over soon.” I lick your tainted blood from your face… “Perfect!”

SKIN MUSCLE:

The pressure is agonizing. My ribs groan and pop under the crushing weight of your 180kg frame, and being hoisted into the air makes my 90 kilos feel like nothing more than a ragdoll in your grip. I can feel the sheer, overwhelming scale of you—a 210cm wall of blue-blooded dominance that seems to swallow the very space I occupy. But as your tongue sweeps the blue-tainted blood from my cheek, a jagged, broken laugh rattles in my chest. You think you are consuming me, but in this kingdom, contact is a two-way street.

I don't fight the embrace; instead, I go limp, molding my body to yours and letting your massive arms pull me even tighter. As your blue energy surges to claim my core, I open the floodgates. Without you realizing it, the dark, oily magic of the Void begins to bleed backward through the connection. It’s a silent infection, hitching a ride on your own power.

AL GHRATOS:

I feel my energy flowing into you, deep into the depths of your dark soul. That feeling is always just as intoxicating and arousing, but this time there’s something new, something fascinating and exciting; I feel it in my core, it makes my 38cm cock swell into a thick, defiant rod in my tight leather pants, pressing against your abs. Your supple body almost sticks to my bare chest, making our connection even tighter.

My cock starts leaking my divine precum, trying to push out from under my belt, as my knees buckle quickly and unexpectedly from the intensity of the sensation. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, but I quickly regain control of my body as I finally lower you to your feet on the ground. “Are you ready?”

My question is mostly rhetorical as my large hands rip your jeans open, allowing your pale cock to spring out against your stomach. “I can see you want this,” I smirk and take my tight leather pants off my legs, standing completely naked in front of you. "Bow down before your god!"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I drop into a predatory crouch, slamming my palms against the scorched earth to summon the Void. Thick, ink-black shadows lash out like living vines, coiling around your 210cm frame and binding your massive thighs and aching member in a crushing, dark grip. As we touch, I trigger the Void Reflection, siphoning your divine density into my own frame; my silver skin ripples and my muscles swell until my weight mirrors your 180 kg, turning me into a titan of dark shadow.

The shadows act as a magical gag, tightening around your pulsing cock and freezing it in place, turning your own arousal into a locked conduit for my dark infection. Now standing eye-to-eye, I wrap my newly massive arms around your waist in a brutal bearhug, pinning your immobilized body against mine while the black vines feed on your trapped energy, poisoning your blue light with violet rot.

AL GHRATOS:

Something is not right, something I didn´t think of is going on. My giant 15" cock is all of the sudden trapped, immobilized by dark invisible powers that are holding it straight as a soldier boy, looking firmly ahead. You’re clearly planning something—probably some cunning scheme to turn all this to your advantage. Somehow you’ve managed to pull me into your dark embrace, as if draining my strength with a bear’s hug. I feel our energies waging an invisible battle. You are stronger than I ever imagined, but I am the Duke of void and I am on my own ground. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs and chest with blue energy, feeling how your black vines of energy snap, finally freeing my thick cock. A wicked grin returns to my face as I thrust the head of my cock between your heavy, dangling balls. "Surrender, parasite!"

SKIN MUSCLE:

As you thrust your massive, free member between my thighs, mocking me with your "Duke" title, I let out a low, guttural snarl. My right hand claws at the swirling sulfurous air, condensing the raw smoke of the Void into an obsidian blade of pure dark matter. With a blindingly fast, horizontal arc, I swing the smoke-blade and enters through your divine flesh with a clean, devastating "zaz" that cut your 15-inch pride at the base. A spray of thick, iridescent blue blood erupts all around the floor, you, me...

AL GHRATOS:

The searing pain in my thick member confirms what I suspected: you’re not giving up. My thick, heavy cock falls to the ground with a strange thud as my blood, filled with blue energy, sprays onto you from the hole where my thick cock was just a few seconds ago. My mouth drops open in astonishment as I take a step back, but soon that same old wicked smile returns to my face as I cover your body, your genitals, and even part of your face with my blood. My cock reappears out of nowhere, as destructive as ever, hard and stiff as a steel rod. “You fool, you’re only destroying yourself with your stupid antics!” I chuckle as I watch my blood begin to corrode your pale skin, seeping into your flesh and causing your balls to shrivel.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The blue ichor sears my flesh like liquid acid, hissing as it melts my silver skin and causes my balls to shrivel in an agonizing, chemical fire. Yet, I don't recoil from the rot; I embrace it. My dark energy acts as a necrotic sponge, absorbing the corrosive blood you’ve smeared over me and pumping it back into your system through the sensitive skin of your member.

I surge forward, closing the distance between our massive frames with the speed of a striking viper. My 180 kg of magically enhanced weight slams into your chest, a collision of raw muscle and dark intent that shakes the very ground of the Void. I drive my shoulder into your solar plexus, attempting to uproot your 210 cm height. My dark energy tendrils lash out from my skin, coiling around your neck and arms to pin your strength while I hammer at your midsection with dirty, tactical strikes.

AL GHRATOS:

My body writhes almost desperately as your blows rain down on my midsection and the tentacles of your dark power try to stifle my strength. I grab hold of your throat and lift your entire body up toward the dark, black sky above us. Your legs flail wildly in the air, desperate, as my massive claw begins to crush your throat. “You’re a fool, and you’ll pay the price just like all my guests.” My thoughts briefly turn to my failures—Muscle Marine, Lupus, Saja—but I push them out of my mind. My free hand forms a fist that strikes your abs like a blue arrow of energy, always reaching your spine. “Surrender, and maybe you’ll suffer less.”

SKIN MUSCLE:

My vision blurs as your massive claw constricts my throat. Each strike of your blue-energy fist against my abs feels like a tectonic plate shifting, the force radiating through my spine and threatening to snap my newly forged skeleton. I don't surrender; I descend into a deeper, dirtier layer of the Void. My hands, still pinned to your arm, suddenly liquefy into cold, oily shadow, sliding out of your grip like black mercury. As I drop, I don't hit the ground; I phase through your massive, 210 cm shadow, reappearing instantly behind you to deliver a brutal, low-blow kick to the back of your knees while simultaneously driving a sharpened blade of dark energy into the base of your neck.

AL GHRATOS:

The smile fades from my face as you vanish like mist in the scorching heat of the sun before me. But you haven’t gone far from me, for I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my neck as my knees buckle. Few have been able to strike my nervous system with such force that I lose control of my appearance, which flickers for a moment between my human form and my true essence. I don’t fall to my knees despite your attempt, however; instead, I spin around to face you. My long claws grip your balls and cock, lifting your body several inches off the ground while my other hand clamps down on your throat. My eyes blaze blue with the fire of hatred as I lift your muscular body higher, hurling you toward the scorching lava rock. "I gave you a chance to choose, to surrender. Now it’s too late; all that remains is suffering."

SKIN MUSCLE:

The agony of your claws crushing my groin is a white-hot scream that never leaves my throat, held captive by your massive hand. As you lift me by my most sensitive nerves.

As I lie there, smoking and broken against the heat, I don't beg for mercy. Instead, I reach deep into the "suffering" you promised and pull it out as a physical weapon. My dark energy reacts to the lava, liquefying the very rock beneath me into a molten, violet-black sludge.

AL GHRATOS:

"You seem to know how to make circus tricks but those won´t help you here. Or do you see me laughing", my voice is echoing like thunder in the darkness. With a smooth movement I spin around sending my giant foot into your chest, forcing your body to enter into the burning lava stone, and that violet sludge. "Suffer bitch.. I mean my noble friend".

SKIN MUSCLE:

The heat is absolute, flaying the silver skin from my ribs as I am pinned beneath your 180 kg of divine weight. Every gasp pulls liquid fire and sulfur into my lungs, and the sheer, crushing dominance of your 210 cm frame makes me feel every inch of my own agony.

The absolute humiliation and the searing pain of being trampled under your giant foot act as a twisted catalyst; my body betrays the torment, sending a surge of primal, black-blooded energy straight to my groin. My member snaps to a thick, defiant rod, straining against the charred remnants of my clothes

AL GHRATOS:

"You seem to like this even more I do", I hiss and step closer to wrapping my fingers around your stiff cock pulling you out of the lava stone. "One of the differences between your powers and my powers is regeneration. Or you want to test it? I could rip off your steel rod or these heavy orbs, source of all your powers", I continue as I wrap the fingers of my other hand around your sack.

SKIN MUSCLE:

Your fingers, thick and powerful, squeeze my "source" with a predatory intent that makes my vision swim in violet sparks. "Rip it off, then," I rasp, my voice a jagged edge of defiance even as my body shudders under your total control.

I know your regeneration is a gift, but in this Void, every piece of me you tear away only releases more of the black rot I’ve stored inside. .

I trigger a Shadow Transmutation, turning my groin into a viscous, ink-black fluid. You find no solid organs to tear away; instead, your massive hands sink into a pool of dark mercury. “I have my own tricks, Ghratos”

AL GHRATOS:

"You are a fucking clown, my noble friend". My voice is clearly irritated as I pull my hand away from your crotch and tear the rest of your jeans away from your body. "Enough playing, time to do the final move". My large palms clap your ears ringing them hard and before you have time to react I grab you by your neck and push your face against the rock. With my low voice roaring into your ear I slide my 15 inch cock between your white ass cheeks. "This might hurt first." I thrust my hips forward trying to force my thick rod through your defensive outer ring. "Don´t fight back and it will be soon over".

SKIN MUSCLE:

I can feel the 210cm wall of your body pressing me down, a 180kg mountain of divine muscle that leaves no room for escape. As your 15-inch steel rod slides between my cheeks, the heat radiating from your member competes with the burning stone beneath me.

The initial thrust is a brutal invasion, a massive force of nature attempting to shatter my defensive outer ring with pure, unyielding power. I let out a muffled, guttural growl against the rock as the sheer scale of you threatens to split my very foundation. But even as the pain flares, my dark blood begins to boil with a wicked anticipation; I stop fighting the physical intrusion and instead focus the Void's energy into my core

AL GHRATOS:

I feel your body relaxing around my cock. Your tight tunnel stop fighting back allowing me to force my 38cm cock all the way in. I can feel it against the palm of my hand through your skin. Your soft inner walls wrap around my shaft milking my cock as if you were enjoying this all. Or perhaps you are. Your canal is bleeding abundantly as my body gets tense, arches behind you. I sink my fingers into your meat feeling how my giant nuts rise in my sack as I shoot my thick load into your raped canal. My powerful seed gets mixed with your blood entering all around your body. "You are soon mine"

SKIN MUSCLE:

As your divine seed erupts inside me, flooding my canal with a heat that feels like liquid stars, I feel the moment your body arches in total release. You think this is the end, but for the Void, your climax is the ultimate bait. The moment your 38cm rod reaches its deepest point, I trigger the Trap. The internal walls of my canal, slick with blood and shadow, suddenly lose their softness, constricting with a supernatural, rhythmic suction that acts like a one-way valve. The dark fluid of the Void mingles with your powerful seed, turning into a living, adhesive cement that locks your member inside me. You are no longer the conqueror; you are a prisoner of your own release.

AL GHRATOS:

My mouth drops open as I feel my cock trapped into your tightening canal that wraps around my throbbing shaft. But that´s not all. Your dark power enters into my giant cock radiating through the throbbing shaft into my heavy balls, source of my powers. My cock gets stiffer again starts to pulse inside you as I feel your energy manipulating my big tanks. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOU ARE DOING?". My body starts to shake, tremble as I shoot another thick load deep inside your body. "LET ME PULL OUT!", I scream into your ear.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The rhythmic suction of my canal becomes a relentless engine, a dark vacuum that ignores your screams. As you thrash against me, I channel the Void’s cold energy directly into your "tanks," turning your divine prostate into a frantic, runaway pump. Your second load is even thicker, a white-hot river of essence that I greedily absorb into my bloodstream, but I don't let you soften. I keep your 38cm rod locked in a state of agonizing, forced rigidity, milking other 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 times

Slowly, the torrent begins to change; the massive, surging waves of your seed start to thin into a desperate, frantic trickle and at the end just air. I smirk. push that cement ass to destroy you cock that cannot regenerate again. No seed no power

AL GHRATOS:

My balls are empty, there´s no seed left in them until my giant balls will produce more which will take only few minutes. I try pull out my cock from your ass and slowly, very slowly, inch by inch it begins to get out from the dark tight trap. I slap the back of your skull. "Good try poor creature. But it´s time to end your circus fun".

SKIN MUSCLE:

The moment your grip on my skull loosens and you attempt to slide your empty, aching rod from my canal, I strike with the speed of a collapsing star. I don't wait for your divine recovery. As I turn, I manifest the obsidian smoke-blade once more. I drive the black edge through the space between your massive thighs. The blade hisses as it severs your giant member and your heavy, depleted balls in a single, definitive stroke. I grab them before they fell off, now they are mine, like you.

AL GHRATOS:

I don´t feel the pain, not until I see my precious seed tanks in your hand and my once so proud sword now sliced off from my body. I close my eyes and focus on my power, but the blue light is weak, flickering and then blown out like a candle in the wind. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING AGAIN. But I am still a strong man, god of strength, stronger than any mortal. "YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS", I moan with a bit higher tone than before as I hit my huge fist between your pecs.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The impact of your massive fist against my chest is no longer a world-shaking force. As your knuckles crack against my sternum, the blue energy you try to channel flickers and dies, swallowed by the sheer density of the Void now coursing through my veins. I don't stumble or break. Instead, your blow acts as a catalyst—where your fist lands, the violet glow of my skin intensifies, and my flesh knits back together instantly. I am a vessel overflowing with your stolen divinity, and every desperate hit you land only makes me more indestructible.

AL GHRATOS:

You are like a magnet that withdraws my energy, my powers out of my body. You have that wide smirk, evil grin on your arrogant face as your body starts to glow dark blue. I stumble backwards until I hit my back against the lava rock and collapse down onto my knees. "I am not done, far from that, and you will know that soon. Your days are doomed, you are doomed...", I try to sound as convincing as possible.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I reach out, pressing my violet-glowing palms against your temples. The connection is instantaneous. Using the stolen divinity still warm in my veins, I trigger the Mirror of Agony, reversing the flow of every sensation we just shared. The searing heat of the lava, the crushing weight of your foot, and the jagged slice of the obsidian blade are all projected back into your nervous system. Your body jerks in a violent, spasming rhythm as I force your senses into a feedback loop of agonizing ecstasy. Without a member to release the pressure, the energy builds inside your chest and gut. You are trapped in a scream that won't end. You feel whatever you made me feel, 10 times harder.

AL GHRATOS:

My screams and roars make the rocks of the void shake as my veins expand all over my body. My giant hands go to cover my head, trying to control the immense pain I am going through. With difficulties I get up to my feet, staring you with my dark eyes, no blue glow left in them anymore. "This will end badly to you. You will get your punishment."

SKIN MUSCLE:

 As your resistance finally shatters, I pull back, and the shadows of the Void answer my call. Thick, jagged chains of living obsidian erupt from the scorched earth, coiling around your wrists, neck, and massive ankles. With a harsh yank of my hand, the chains tighten, dragging your 210cm frame down until you are forced onto your knees in the ash, a broken god in his own home. You are now my Throne of Shadows, a living monument to my victory.

AL GHRATOS:

The invisible vines and chains of the void also coil around my neck, cutting my breath and my voice, entering deep inside my core, turning off my lights, my heartbeat, turning me into a monument of my humiliating loss, a trophy for your victory.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The silence of the Void is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic rattling of your obsidian chains. I stand before you, no longer the shivering creature you tried to break, but a titan of silver and violet shadow, pulsing with the 38cm of divine power I tore from your very being. I wrap my fingers around the chains at your throat, tilting your head back so you are forced to look up at the new Master of this realm. "You are just a battery waiting to be drained." I drive my hand into your chest, not to kill you, but to anchor my mark—a sigil of permanent shadow that will keep you suspended in this state of humiliating paralysis forever.

AL GHRATOS:

All the fight, struggle is gone. Your burning palm seals my fate once and for all as the very last light within me fades...

SKIN MUSCLE:

The portals of the Void shiver and bow to my will, opening a path back to the world of the living. I step through the threshold, my new muscles rippling with the strength of a god and the malice of a demon, ready to hunt down the one who sent me here. The "toy" who Ghratos restored now is going to face me... and I'm going to enjoy it.

Far behind, among the extinguishing stones is one stone that is shining bright. As soon as Skin Muscle leaves the void someone comes closer to defeated Ghratos placing his hand on his head.  "You are not dead. Stop playing."

“You have mission to do. Stand up. Muscle Marine – Find him and destroy him.”

Published: 2026-03-15, viewed 75 times.