THE HIGH TABLE

The moon hung low over Kreuzberg, Berlin, its pale light glinting off jagged heaps of twisted rebar, crumpled car bodies, and mountains of discarded appliances in the fenced-off Schrottplatz tucked behind the canal near the former industrial stretch along the Spree. The yard smelled of wet iron, old motor oil, and the faint metallic tang of recent rain. Street noise from Oranienstraße faded to a distant hum here—perfect for a private, no-holds-barred reckonin. Broken glass crunched underfoot, graffiti-covered shippin containers loomed like silent witnesses, and a chain-link fence rattled softly in the night breeze.

Dan S-J, the 28-year-old colossus, stepped through a gap in the fence like he was walkin onto a stage. At 6'4" and 245 pounds, he was pure intimidating bulk: 62-inch chest stretching his black hoodie to its limits, 38-inch waist, 23-inch biceps bulgin as he rolled his shoulders, and 36-inch thighs fillin out cargo pants that did little to hide the thick outline of his 9-inch cock swingin with each stride. His breath steamed in the cool March air. "Time's up, old fucker," he called out, voice low and tauntin, echoin off rusted hoods. "You wanted this scrap-heap brawl? Here I am."

From the shadow of a gutted delivery van stepped Dan Freyr, the 45-year-old street-hardened veteran. 5'9" and 186 pounds of wiry, battle-tested muscle, he moved with the calm economy of a man who'd broken bigger men than this kid. His 49-inch chest filled a worn leather jacket, 33-inch waist leadin to solid 28-inch thighs, 18-inch biceps flexin as he casually spun a short length of chain he'd picked up from the ground. Under faded jeans, his 9-inch uncut, pierced cock stirred with anticipation, the metal glint of the piercin catching a stray streetlamp beam. Scars crisscrossed his knuckles; his eyes were cold steel. "Große Klappe, kleiner Junge," Freyr replied in rough Berlinerisch, lips curlin. "Big mouth on a big body. Let's see if it stays attached."

Dan S-J

I walk further inside the "guts" of the scrap yard. A place I knew since my orphan years living in the streets of the city I called home since I was 17. I was warned a million times not to enter this place of filth and danger alone....but.....who am I to listen to well-meant advice .

Dan S-J

I go pass cars, excavator, industrial equipment...all turned to rust and dust. I end up in a fairly small circle, built out of the bodies of cars that once were a symbol of the wealth and riches of the city.

Dan S-J

An old streetlamp, shining a yellow light down on this empty place inside the yard. I stop for a moment and listen to the sounds surrounding me at this moment. My breath gets slower as I try to focus on every possible hint of him being around here somewhere.

Dan Freyr

Ya caint see me but I can see you as I watch that incredible muscled body move with the ease of a dancer...so fluid and so mobile...from my vantage point inside the old van, I take yer body in from head to toe...marvelin at its beauty...this man exudes raw animal sexual lust...and he knows it...and so do I...I exit the van from the opposite side bein careful not to be heard...the chain in my hand hangin there as I take my time to walk around it...then with a deep breath I come out into the open area...my dark eyes fixed on ya..."well well look what we have here...a poor little lost muscle boy...did ya get lost tryin to find yer way home little boy?" I swing one end of the chain in my hand around and around not takin my eyes off of ya. "Welcome to my world boy. Be careful though. Ya never know when some of this shit around here will shift and fall." I stop about 4 feet from ya...just swingin the end of the chain slowly...never takin my eyes off ya...a sneer on my stached and bearded lips as I see yer eyes narrow.

Dan S-J

Out of a sudden you come out of the dark swinging a chain in your hand as you carry out your monologue. I see your dark eyes and realise you are here to probably do just one and only one thing. I unzip my hoodie and wrap it around my right wrist. "Don’t keep me waiting, bitch!" I say with a calm tone and lean on the hood of an old Volvo with my left hand using the wrapped hoodie as a kind of a damping shield if things should get nasty soon.

Dan Freyr

I watch as ya peel that hoodie off revealin a white sleeveless wifebeater...I take in a deep breath...that sculpted chest in that shirt just too invitin...ya wrap that hoodie around yer wrist..."oh yer arm gettin cold boy...or are ya just scared?" I smirk...still swingin the end of that chain in my hand. I see ya lookin at it and I grin "oh now be scared of this...it’s just a little chain I stole outta a bitch that tried to run me outta me..." Ya lean against the hood of that Volvo. "I don’t use it much...just when people try and run me offa my turf and I know you'd never do that would ya?" I’m movin closer to ya as I speak...then suddenly I SWING the chain UP and around and at ya intendin to wrap it around yer neck and try and PULL ya closer into me.

Dan S-J

You come a bit closer. I bend my knees and pull my right arm out a bit more. "All I hear is just your blah blah blah. Gonna shut that mouth soon!" I say as I stand in my position trying to defend myself from whatever comes my way. I hear the rattle of the chain breaking the silence of the night as you swing it my way. And I feel it's grip as it wraps around my hoodie . In this moment I feel my heartbeat fasten. I try to do hopefully the only one right thing as I try to pull my right arm towards me while my left has built a fist and I swing it out in a counter move to my other arm. Hoping my fist meets that runny mouth of yours.

Dan Freyr

I see yer eyes go WIDE as I swing that chain aimed to wrap it around yer neck, but ya deflect it with yer hoodie wrapped fist and PULL me toward ya fast...well however I get there is fine with me. I see that left swingin up and around..."oh no ya don’t big boy" I growl as I duck under it just in time as my left hand GRABS onto yer right arm...my right fist comin up and DIGGIN into yer side...my left knee flyin up and STRIKIN yer crotch hard as we go stumblin backward into the side of the Volvo...my fingers DIG into yer left bicep and I feel the hardness in there but I got a purty strong grip. I hear that grunt come from ya after that knee to yer bulge...I SLAM two more good hard rights to yer side then bring it aimin a hard right knuckle shot to yer jaw.

Dan S-J

As my arm swings OVER your head I then feel a stinging pain in my side and in my groin. Air leaving my lungs as I grunt out and fall to my knees, my left arm on the hood, my right arm caught by the chain. My nostrils start pumping air back into my body. But then your knuckles aim at my lower jaw and land hard making my head hit the hood. Hissing out in pain.

Dan Freyr

I smirk seein ya hit the hood of the car...down on yer knees...I grab the chain off yer hoodie clad wrist and move in behind ya...wrappin it around yer neck tight...my furry mouth at yer ear..."now muscle boy...I don’t wanna hurt ya but don’t try and run me outta here or I can be a whole lot more brutal...IF ya know what I mean" I growl as I twist the chain tighter around yer neck...

Dan S-J

Feel the cold steel of the chain wrapping around my neck tight. I growl out as I then hear your words. I pull one knee up as my right hand grabs the chain. Standing up and turning around and with that I swing my left elbow backwards in the hope to hit you hard to make you lose the grip on the chain.

Dan Freyr

That chain tight around yer neck...ya pull one knee up yer right hand grabbin the chain...as ya stand and turn around that elbow comes flyin back into my chest..."UUUUUMMMPHHHHHHH" I grunt as my grip slides on the chain and it loosens around yer neck. I recover and smirk at ya..."oh so the big bad muscle punk boy wants to fight, huh? Ooh, I'm SO scared...NOT!" Still holdin the chain even though it’s no longer tight around yer neck I fire off a hard European uppercut to yer jaw enjoyin the feel of my rough knuckles hittin that jaw again.

Dan S-J

My right arm pulls on the chain to get it off my neck. "Oh shit..." I pant out as I see your fist making its way in-between our bodies and connecting with my jaw again, sending me back and making me bend my back over the hard Swedish made steel hood of the Volvo with my left arm leaning against it. My chest heaving. I pull on the chain once more to get you closer and then swing my left leg out aimed at your gut.

Dan Freyr

that uppercut knockin yer big body down on the hood of the Volvo...yer left arm leanin there...I move in between yer big legs as ya pull the chain pullin me..."oh so the big muscle boy wants to get raped does he?" I taunt ya as I bring my right hand up and GRIP yer big bulge in yer cargo pants squeezin it...my left hand about to grab at yer sleeveless shirt when yer big left leg comes up and WHAMMMMMMMMMMMM...drives into my gut...spit sprayin outta my mouth...yer knee SINKIN in deep...I fold over that knee and lose my grip on the chain then let go yer bulge and stumble back...wipin the spit outta my beard...I whip off my leather jacket so I can have more freedom to move and sneer at ya..."nice shot fucker...but are them muscles just for show or can ya do anythin with me?" My fists comin up in front of me as wait to see what ya do.

Dan S-J

I pull that chain and wrap it around my right wrist and hand, pulling myself up, spitting some blood out. I place my left foot on the bumper and push hard on it gaining speed and momentum as I charge at you swinging that chain wrapped arm out in a half circle to aim at you.

Dan Freyr

I see ya comin with that chain chargin at me..."yeah c’mon muscle punk boy...come and get ya some!" I snarl as ya swing that chain out at me...I CHARGE in anyway hell bent on poundin that face and body with my fists...suddenly that chain LASHES out catchin me on my left cheek cuttin into it...blood drippin down...that stops me for a second but then I rush in firin off a left tryin to punch yer face and right punch tryin to land in that big bulge of yers...

Dan S-J

I land a hit on your cheek. Seeing that bloody cheeks makes me grin. Your left arm fires off and aims at my face as I duck under it. My left arm ready and as I get up resurfacing from my fuck like a shark from dark waters I use my momentum as my left arm shoots out grabbing your throat under your chin and hurling you off your feet and then slamming you down to the dirt.

Dan Freyr

Ya duck my shots as I rush in...suddenly that big left hand of yers SHOOTS out WRAPPIN around my throat...my eyes goin WIDE as ya LIFT me off my boots and then and send me flyin the air like ya just launched a paper airplane...my hairy muscled body CRASHIN into the dirt on my right side...I yell out..."AAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHH...MUTHA FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!" I roll in the dirt and get back up my feet...the dirt stickin to my sweaty hairy body...my eyes glance over and I see a long sharp spike...I grab it in my hand and rush in...wavin and slashin it at ya...not carin where I hit ya or stab ya...

Dan S-J

I slam you down feeling a satisfaction inside as I see you landing in the dirt. My body as it sweats reflects all the light from the old streetlamp. I get back on my feet and lean against a van standing there getting a short breather. As I look up I see you in rage , a railroad spike in your hand and you are swinging it in all directions. I try to get out of your way and then......a very sharp pain in my right lower abdomen makes me grit my teeth together as I raise my arms and look down. The spike is one third of its length in my abdomen, blood pouring out. My eyes meet yours and a hard punch into your face is already on its way, all my power in it.

Dan Freyr

I come at ya fast and hard...that spike rusted and not exactly sharp...I SWIPE it hard and grin as I it STAB in the ab muscle...almost a third of it in...the blood comin out...yer eyes flashin as I growl..."I told ya yer not gonna run..." I suddenly get stopped by that big fist that ROCKETS up and BAMMMMMMMMMM...hits me dead center of my nose...AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHH...my nose flattenin on my face...the sound of bone snappin as blood gushes from my nostrils...I stumble back shakin my head sprayin blood in all directions...so this fucker is dangerous...gotta be careful here then...I stop as my back hits the van I came out of earlier near where that Volvo is

Dan S-J

After I smash my fist into that dull face of yours I grab the spike and pull it out of my ab. My body shivering with pain as I pull that fucker out. I hold the bloody tip of the spike and then hold it tightly and then swing it at you only to attempt to scare or shock you. Then I quickly rip my shirt and tie it around my waist to keep the bleeding under control. I let out a low voice growl and grab the end of the chain I used before and start swinging it over my head as I get closer to you.

Dan Freyr

Against the van holdin my bloody fuckin nose...yeah the fucker is broke but this aint the first time and prolly won’t be the last...I see ya yank that spike out then RIP yer shirt off tyin it around ya to stop the bleedin...that spike swingin at me but I know yer not about to use that on me...but then ya throw it down and grab that chain and start swingin it over my head comin closer...pushin off the van with my bloody hands I CHARGE in fast...my head RAMMIN into yer lower abs below yer shirt as I swing a forearm back about to send it thru yer legs and into yer bulge...

Dan S-J

Coming closer towards you hoping to hit you with the chain. But you charge at me rather quickly and drive your head into my abs, making me go through a variety of pain sending spikes of it through my body in a constant. I fall back and my back hits the side of a van. I am unable to move at the moment as I slowly slide down to the ground, trying to push back the pain.

Dan Freyr

My head hittin yer lower abs and takin us both down to the ground against the van. I raise up on my knees in front of ya, a smirk on my face. Pantin and gaspin...my cheek still drippin blood, I hurl a wad of spit in yer face and growl, "That the best ya got little boy? Dint yer daddy teach ya how to fight like a man and not like a little girl?" I get to my feet lettin my words sink in...I move back...my fists up watchin yer dark eyes as my boots scrape along the gravel ground. Either yer gonna go runnin outta here scared or yer gonna get up and prove me wrong.

Dan S-J

You spit in my face; I am losing blood again and then you hit me with a barrage of words that sink deep into my mind. I close my eyes and see all the scenes of my early life. " Don't you dare to speak about my father like that!" I growl out. My fist grabs some dirt from the ground. Swinging my arm out quickly and releasing the dirt into your eyes and face as I push myself up.

Dan Freyr

I see the fire in yer eyes as ya snarl back at me..."awwwww...whatssa matter? Are his widdle feelins hurted hearin me talk about yer daddy? what a shame...sucks to be you I guess boy!" I shoot back as suddenly my face is SPATTERED with dirt and rocks from the ground..."AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWFFFFFFF!" my eyes blinded for a minute by that as the rocks hit my face...one of em slicin into my cut cheek makin the blood stream down more as I stagger around wipin the dirt outta my eyes.

Dan S-J

I get up and grab the chain folding it in half and then rush behind you and wrap the chain around your throat pulling on it and then driving my knee into your back to bend you backwards. "Not that little boy anymore bitch." I say as my arms flex hard as I want to choke you.

Dan Freyr

Still blinded by the dirt in my eyes...next thing I know yer behind me...that chain wrapped around my throat...just below my Adams apple...pullin that bitch in tight...tryin to cut my air off...then that big muscled knee DRIVES into my lower back as ya bend me backward...my boots kickin at the gravel under em...my hands and arms swingin wildly...I hear that voice in my ear and aim my fists at yer head punchin blindly hopin that a few of em make contact...seems I’ve hit a nerve here and yer lettin yer beast come out. Gaspin and pantin, I growl low as best I can..."that...all...ya...got...pussy...ya...fuckin...ret...arded...fuck...head" I bring a boot up and swing it out and back aimin it at yer leg.

Dan S-J

I got you in my grip as I pull on the chain. Feeling your body moving in desperation your arms swinging wildly attempting to land a hit. I try to keep myself out of reach but you surprise me hitting your boot into my shin. I scream out in pain and let go of the chain towards an old rusty car with an open hood.

Dan Freyr

My fists not able to make contact as yer dodgin em but my boot heel strikes yer shin hard enough that it gets ya to let go of the chain...I grab the chain and yank it off my throat as my eyes finally clear...I turn around and see ya movin back toward that old car...wrappin the chain around my right fist I don’t wait as I RUSH in and TACKLE ya back...yer body hittin against the front end of that old car. I grab onto the back of yer head with my left hand and start drivin my right chained fist into yer face once...twice...three times...even FOUR times...enjoyin every fuckin hit that connects. I start to move back but then SLAM my knee up into yer bulge then move back from ya tossin the chain away and snarlin..."fuckin cunt lickin bitch...yer not half a boy...let alone half a MAN! what’s the matter...the home couldn’t find nobody to adopt yer worthless ass bitch?"

Dan S-J

Getting back to me you push me back to the car and swing that chain covered fist into my face more than needed to open up some wounds in my face. I feel my lips burst and my left eyebrow open up as blood is running over my face making me feel groggy for a minute. But then you add more damage and land a kick in my groin. I fall down on my knees, my head hung down as I try to keep my balance. I stay quiet for the time you mock my hellish teen years where I went through 5 foster families in a year before landing my ass on the streets of this very city.

Dan Freyr

The damage to yer face evident as I move back lettin ya drop to yer knees...yer head hung down...somethin has changed but I aint sure what it is...but ya seem...bigger...stronger...them punches and that kick shoulda been enough to take ya down and out but yer there on yer knees still awake and breathin and for a moment I hafta wonder just how close I’ve come to seein the real you...but this aint the time for that...I come at ya again grabbin ya by yer neck squeezin tight with my hands as I pull ya up off yer knees and turn us aimin to run yer face down into the open compartment then try and slam that rusted hood down on ya.

Dan S-J

I am turning deep into my mind. Thinking what all happened to me on the streets of the city and how many times I nearly died. So this is not the time I will succumb to you. Not this time yet. I feel your hand grabbing my neck and pulling me up. Just as we get closer to that open hood I drive my elbow to your ribs and step on your foot to make you trip over. Then grab the cover and slam it down. My face all red with blood, my abs the same. I reach out deep into my core to sustain my power.

Dan Freyr

I get us turned around but just as I start to drive yer head back...yer big elbow comes up fast and STABS into my side...AAARRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH...that elbow shot snappin my right lower floater rib sendin it into my large intestine then that foot on my boot makes me lurch forward landin chest first on top of the rusted engine block...ya grab the over and SLAM it down...the large hook in the center of it DRIVES into my lower side PIERCIN into my body...muscle and tissue bulgin out along with blood as I SCREAM out in agony!

Dan S-J

Hearing your painful scream I am not done as I lay my body over the cover and press it down adding my weight to it. Slamming my fists into it. "YOU ...should've kept your mouth shut." I say in an angered manner.

Dan Freyr

Trapped under the hood...my face smashed down into the top of the block...the sharp edges of it gougin in my flesh openin new wounds...blood streamin out...that hook of the cover rippin and tearin my side open...large intestine bulgin outta my side along with blood and bile...my legs shakin...my arms trapped as well...the impact of yer DROPPIN yer body down on it SHOVES the sharp fan blade on the front of the engine INTO my gut...the blade SLICIN in deep...rippin my liver...stomach...top of my intestines and my other organs into shreds as ya slam yer fists down in it

Dan S-J

A puddle of blood building under the bottom of the car as I got on top of the hood. Can't hear any sound coming from under the hood. I see my hoodie on the ground and grab it putting it over my left shoulder. On the way to this place I saw something reminding me of an industrial shredder. "This has to end here and now!" I growl out as I open the hood and see you opened up in multiple places. I get under your knees and hurl you over my shoulder. Heavy making my movement uneasy but it the drive in my mind that keeps me going as the shredder is only few steps away every step is heavy as led.

Dan Freyr

Ya pull my nearly dead body outta the car's front end...blood and bile and guts spillin out as ya carry me over yer shoulder to the shredder...my eyes wide as ya hear my ragged breaths...my face mangled and torn...one eye gone...one ear torn off...the flesh on my skull ripped open...my bloody carcass now nothin more than just raw meat as I feel my life ebbin away...the sounds of the night fadin as my one eardrum is punctured...

Dan S-J

I get to the point of no return as I hear the sound you make. I throw your body that nearly killed me physically and psychically today into the shredder. One last look eye to eye. "Farewell. Fucker!!!" I say, feeling a lot weaker now. I straddle to the circuit board of the machine and start turning it on as all the buttons light up.

Dan Freyr

Ya DUMP my torn body feet first into the shredder...my body slumpin against the giant steel teeth...my eye lookin at ya but not really seein ya as ya yell yer farewell and start the machine...the large steel teeth start to turn and bite into my body as they turn and pull me deeper into their grips...my legs get chewed up first...then my arms and body are next to be consumed...one final last DEATH SCREAM comes outta me...my head the last thing as the teeth compress into my skull and it EXPLODES as brains and blood spray out and fall into the teeth as the shredded does its job until all of me has disappeared beneath them....then silence everywhere other than the shredded teeth still turnin as ya watch my end come as well as the echoes of yer past get consumed and devoured freein ya from the violence and hurt of yer past.

Dan S-J

I stop the machine. Look up into the grey skies. Then turn around and head to the next ER to take care of me. Leaving my past behind feels good.

Dan S-J

END

Published: 2026-03-20, viewed 131 times.