THE HIGH TABLE

FIST, FLESH AND FURY

Etienne Moreau

Everyone has been searching for this notorious criminal for so long! Brian King is one of the most dangerous men in the city, and probably in the country. Every cop knows his face, and I think I've heard all the police chiefs offering a reward to any officer who can provide a clue to his whereabouts.

This guy is fascinating. This criminal attracts both the worst criminals and the most bourgeois members of society, who see him as a kind of monster that fascinates them. I've been a police officer for over 30 years. I've arrested thieves and sent criminals to prison.

I know I don't have a good image, because I often use violence to restore justice. In fact, I'm still just a simple officer after all these years. That's proof that not everyone likes me. But I don't care. I love justice and order, and sometimes you have to resort to violence and bloodshed to restore them. That's how I plan to catch that son of a bitch Brian King.

Brian King

My criminal past started out simply, petty thieving, despite being a young and promising athlete. One day, I stole a shirt from a store, and an employee caught me and cornered me behind the store. He was muscled and tough, and we fought. When I defeated him, I realized I had strength and skill that could be trained for real fighting, and that I enjoyed it.

But my criminal background kept me out of sport, so I turned underground. A criminal leader recognized my skills and hired me for a job, to kill a rival gangster, and I had the chance to shoot him, but realized a fight would satisfy me.

I dispatched the bastard with my fists and boots and found myself enjoying a new reputation as one who makes his victims suffer before finishing them off. My criminal record is long, as I have killed about 15, many of whom were prominent in the public eye. Yet I often remain unseen, a kind of phantom in the night.

Etienne Moreau

It's late and I'm starting my rounds. Unlike all my colleagues, I work alone. The last guy the boss tried to stick me with quit after two hours. My fists got the better of his desire to enforce the rules. My bosses don't bother me too much anymore.

They've figured out that it's better not to cross me. I've stashed my stuff in a dark corner and I'm out in the alleys. I know that shady characters often hang out in this area, and one of my informants told me that that asshole Brian is probably hiding out there. I might as well find out for sure and show him the power of my fists.

Brian King

I am in the alleys on a personal hunt. This police officer has brought down two of my clients. Now I want my revenge. I heard from an informant in the force that he will be in these alleys tonight. I am walking through them, my muscles fully pumped, my steel toe boots stepping loudly as I have no fear of him.

Etienne Moreau

The more I walk, the more I feel a fucking tension. Something's wrong tonight! I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling. But it's a kind of sixth sense. When you know a situation is rotten and you'd probably be better off not being there. But that's what I'm looking for.

Not being in the right place, not fitting into boxes. I'm wide awake, totally focused on all the noises: the rat rummaging through the trash, the baby crying on a high floor, the girl showering and fingering herself because her boyfriend doesn't satisfy her anymore. I think I'm here to feel all the pain in the world. I think I love that pain and I'm happy to cause it.

Brian King

Tonight feels violent, and I am ready to find out why as I continue roaming these alleys. My shirt is off, my chest exposed, my jeans tight with sweat as I seek out the police man who thinks he can dismantle me. When I head a noise, I hide beside a dumpster, wonder if that is him?

Etienne Moreau

The tension is at its peak. I can feel it because I can see my nipples showing through my uniform shirt. A guy is hiding behind a trash can. He probably thought he'd surprise me! What a loser! I stop, clench my fists, and get into a defensive stance. “Come out, Brian. I knew I'd find you near the trash!”

Brian King

I step out from behind the large steel trash bin, unafraid of any opponent, and see this big muscular cop waiting for me. I grin and immediately raise my fists. "I knew you'd be in the trash, because you are trash!"

Etienne Moreau

I look at you with a smile. I'm happy to finally meet you. You're a kind of fantasy for all the cops in this city. I feel my cock getting hard when I see you shirtless. I smile at you and say, “I didn't know you were that hot. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fucked your clients' asses, but yours directly.” I know the fight is about to break out, but that's exactly what I'm waiting for.

Brian King

I knew that you were the one who destroyed my clients when I first saw you. You are smiling which further enrages me. Your muscular body tells me that you can fight. And I am also surprised by how hot you are. "I'm going to beat, breed, and beat you again in this alley, cop!" I raise my fists in a tight fighting guard.

Etienne Moreau

I see you and I feel the anger inside you. I like to see my opponents angry. It's often a sign of their weakness. You're on guard as if you think that's going to impress me. I see you! We're about the same size, but you probably think you have the advantage of youth. I take a step toward you and try to blast your solar plexus with a violent punch.

Brian King

This cop opens the fight with a punch at my core, targeting my solar plexus and showing he knows how to fight with his precision. I take a step back, and the punch half connects, still strong enough that I feel the impact in my diaphragm and for your knuckles to feel my tight muscle. I let out a grunt, I grin and throw a right straight punch directly targeting your forehead, testing your reflexes.

Etienne Moreau

I see your body moving under my blow, even though I'm furious that I didn't cause more damage. Your fist quickly comes back at me, aiming for my forehead. I duck to avoid it and try to counter by hitting your liver as hard as I can, hoping you'll understand who the real fighter is here.

Brian King

Your fist collides with my lower ribs with a loud THUD, your knuckles drilling my liver. I feel the dull pain of your knuckles driving between my ribs as I grab onto your shoulders and thrust my knee at your navel, powering a fierce strike at your abs, showing you I won't be easily brought down.

Etienne Moreau

It gives me incredible pleasure to see your massive body bend in half. But I think I was a little too confident in my strength. You lift your knee and smash it into my stomach. The blow is brutal. I fall to my knees and cough, feeling the air rush out of my lungs.

I raise my head and smile sardonically. “Not bad, kid! But it'll take more than that to take me down.” I try to get your attention with my words while my hand grabs a brick that I want to use to smash your big balls.

Brian King

I don't see you reaching for the brick as I stand in front of you, you down to your knees. I raise my left fist and bring it down toward your face, aiming to clobber your jaw.

Etienne Moreau

In a kind of survival instinct, you manage to punch me in the jaw. I don't know if I managed to break your balls, but I feel my body being thrown backwards. I try to protect my head so that it doesn't hit the ground first and get into a defensive position so that you can't attack me if I haven't managed to knock you to the ground.

Brian King

Just as I punch you in the jaw and send you to the concrete, you smash that brick into my crotch area, smashing my balls. "OOGH... FUCK!" I groan, and I stumble back, my balls in agony as I back against the steel dumpster, gripping my balls.

Etienne Moreau

This is undoubtedly the moment I must seize. I try to get up while you hold on to the trash with painful balls and a hand on it. I take a metal lid from one of these bins to try to smash your head on it.

Brian King

You get up and grab the bin. I watch you as you lift the lid and swing it at my head. As you do, I duck down and rush into you, with the goal of tackling you into the brick wall, with my shoulder in your abs at the point of collision.

Etienne Moreau

As I prepare to make you hear the defeat, you lower yourself and your shoulder sinks into my stomach. I feel like your strength is destroying my organs. I bend, but I remain a fighter. Upon falling, I wrap my arms around your neck hoping to take you with me to the ground in a guillotine or if the blow works perfectly, wishing to explode your skull against the asphalt.

Brian King

You manage to grip my neck in a reverse headlock as I drill you against the wall, causing my skull to take some of the impact intended for your back. With a loud WHACK, I freeze for a second, dropping to my knees in front of you, momentarily dazed, blood trickling from a gash in my skull.

Etienne Moreau

I see you on your knees in front of me, I see the blood flowing from your skull. I feel this rage within me, the one that allows me to continue fighting even if the pain begins to be felt. I bend one leg and come to send my knee into your face hoping to aggravate your injury but especially to send you to the ground so that I can get rid of you.

Brian King

As my vision quickly returns, I'm met with a knee that slams into my face, bringing the taste of blood to my mouth as I'm struck hard enough to roll out on the concrete. I roll back and slowly pull myself up the wall, surprised at your skill and power. I spit some blood before raising my fists.

Etienne Moreau

I see the blood coming out of your mouth and it gives me immense pleasure. I believe you are even sexier when you suffer. But you quickly straighten up or at least try. I see your fist trying to hit me. I am in a standing position, you are on your knees, it is quite easy for me to shift to avoid it. On the other hand, I try to slow down, hoping that my cop shoes will crush your abs with a flick of the soles.

Brian King

As I move to get up and swing at you, you fire a kick into my abs, the sole of your boot driving into my bricks. "OOGH..." My tough core is able to handle the blow, and I grip onto your leg and twist it, hoping to bring this bull cop to the ground and damage your knee.

Etienne Moreau

My foot comes to sink into your abs. I feel your abs trying to resist my sole but I think I see in your eyes that I am creating pain in this magnificent body. But you manage to grab my leg.

You start to twist my kneecap and I scream as I fall onto my other knee. I am in an imbalance position, one leg on the ground and the other in your violent hands. I try to give elbows in your arms so that you let me go and stop making me suffer.

Brian King

While I work your knee, leaning my weight into it while twisting it, you hammer my arms with elbow strikes. The sharp elbow pounds the muscle, and I keep my arms flexed hard as I give one final burst of force on the knee, hoping to damage it before releasing your leg. I stand up and step back, raising my fists a distance from you, unsure of how injured you are but ready to continue our fight.

Etienne Moreau

You continue despite my blows to destroy my knee before letting go. I see you standing up again and I try to get up too. My knee hurts like hell even though I know that I need to be totally focused on this fight.

Brian King

Your struggle with your knee shows me I've done some damage. Good, I think, as I approach, and start swinging my fists at your face, left, right, left, right, ready to punish this cop or die trying.

Etienne Moreau

You are faster than me. I don’t have time to protect myself while your fists hit my face. I feel the blood flowing on my face from my lips, from my nose, from my eyebrow arches, I don’t know well.

I have to do something if I want to get out of it. I’m trying to hit you in your lower belly. I don’t know if I’m waiting for your balls or your abs but I’m trying to do what I am still capable of.

Brian King

We are swinging hard at each other. My fists have done some damage to your face, as blood starts to spray with the impact of each strike. Meanwhile, you're throwing wild blows at my lower abs. Your punches striking my bruised muscle.

The more powerful blows lifting me up from the concrete with deep grunts. The sounds of fists striking muscle and bone echo through the alley, along with the grunts and groans of two men at war. After you send me back with a powerful hit to my core, I take a chance and kick my leg up, sending my boot toward your balls, trying to immobilize you.

Etienne Moreau

Our blows are violent and the damage is visible on our massive and sweaty bodies. Each of your blows hurt me like the devil, each of my blows tries to weaken you further. If I could break your bones, if I could destroy your organs, I think I would do it. I hope to finish the work started with a blow to the stomach.

If I could smash your rock-hard abs into pieces, I would. You step back and I smile, happy with this work of destruction that I am undertaking. At this moment, you lift your leg and I just have time to dodge it a bit so that the pain is not insurmountable. I step back while holding my balls but by chance you didn’t do as much damage as you hoped.

Brian King

This cop is one of, if not the toughest men I've ever fought. I know you want to bring me down for the glory, to be the hero. I also must destroy you to maintain my stronghold on this town. Your blows to my abs knocked the wind out of me, and we are both clutching our bodies from the damage caused. But to hesitate is to give up, and to give up could be to die, so I put my energy into a savage headbutt, quick and brutal, aimed for your nose.

Etienne Moreau

I feel your body is weakening, I feel your resistance starting to soften a bit. I am proud of what I am achieving. I am proud to be able to destroy the worst thief on earth. But at that moment, your face comes to burst my head. I feel a huge pain invade the center of my face as I close my eyes.

I feel the blood flowing abundantly down my cheeks. When I run my hand over my face, it is covered in blood. " Fucking son of a bitch! I’m going to fuck your race with you!" and I try, still dazed by the blow, to hit your face as I can.

Brian King

The headbutt has done well to blind you, as you bleed badly and start throwing wild punches at my face. The first punch misses, but the second connects with my jaw with a loud crack that echoes in the alley.

Blood and a tooth fly off my face as you strike me, and I start retaliating, exchanging blows with you, both punching with all our might. My focus is on trying to keep your eyes swollen shut so that you cannot see me, leaving you vulnerable to more brutal blows.

Etienne Moreau

I feel my fist miss its target and the second hit your face. The noise is immense and a succession of blows are exchanged. The blood flows from my face every time you touch me and the desire to return the favor is so strong in me.

However, I feel that I am weakening but you are still near the wall of the alley and I have to take advantage of what can be a weakness. I continue my blows at the level of your face, aiming at the mouth to try to continue my destruction but I am also trying to raise a knee hoping to be able to crush your balls simultaneously.

Brian King

My fists continue driving into your face. The knuckles pound your eyes, swelling them further, while you continue boxing my face. Blood is spraying from each of our punches; our chests have one another's blood on them. Your knee suddenly comes up into my balls. I do not see it coming. "OOGHHH..." I groan, my hands gripping my balls, surprised by the attack!

Etienne Moreau

Your hands grab your balls and I managed to create a diversion. You can no longer attack me. I wrap my massive arms around your curled-up body. I love so much feeling the power of your body, its masculine and virile scent. I try to lift you hoping to send you crashing in the trash cans that are on the other side of the alley

Brian King

You wrap your arms around my ribs. I feel your powerful grip dig into my obliques as you manage to lift me up off my boots and toss me to the side, sending me into the air and crashing into the trash cans! I roll several times, grunting as I hit the wall, and slowly pull myself up.

Etienne Moreau

I see you and you are trying to help yourself up from the wall. I see your weakened abs that are offered to me. It’s almost an invitation to destroy you. I approach you and give you a series of kicks in the stomach with a rage that I didn’t think I knew, with a violence that seems like I wish to make you spit blood.

Brian King

I slowly pull myself up to my hands and knees, but before I get back to standing position to fight, you start kicking my abs, powerfully and repeatedly. The steel toe of your boot drives into my core, each blow lifting me, eliciting deep grunts that force me to spit blood on impact. After a half-dozen violent kicks to the gut, I grab onto your leg in desperation, and I twist it swiftly and forcefully at the knee.

Etienne Moreau

Each of my blows weakens you a little more. Each of my blows makes you spit out bits of blood. I think that if I could take your organs off your body and get them out through your throat, I would do it. But I forgot for a few moments that you were almost as violent as me.

An atrocious pain seized me when you weigh my leg and twist my knee. I feel my kneecap cracking. I scream in pain as I fall on this knee that no longer seems valid. I am at the level of your balls. I grip them violently with my hand and pull them so much that I think I would like to tear them off.

Brian King

I have broken your knee and release you. You struggle and reach for my balls and grab them, squeezing them HARD in my jeans. I GROWL in agony, my breath taken from me as you squeeze my balls, threatening to break them. I'm in severe pain, and desperately grab onto your head and start bashing your face with a series of reckless headbutts, trying to crack your skull.

Etienne Moreau

My knee hurts like hell, and I have trouble holding back my screams. Your fists continue to destroy my face and the blood is constantly dripping. My teeth are flying, my lip is bleeding heavily. I try to approach my mouth of your bulge. I open it as wide as possible even if you are disfiguring me and I start to bite into your bulge even if it means pulling your balls with my teeth.

Brian King

This cop has pulled a move of desperation. After reducing your face to a bloody pulp, you bite down onto my crotch, your broken teeth sinking into the denim of my jeans

 I howl in pain, roaring like a wounded beast, and feel the surge of adrenaline and desperation kick in. I wrap my arms around your waist and lift you up, flipping you into the air. And then I throw you down, HARD, head and back first onto the concrete, smashing you with the force of a rampaging gorilla.

Etienne Moreau

I am nothing more than blood and pain but I can still hear your cry when I bite on your balls violently. But this scream doubles your fury. You wrap your arms against my body. Every time I get closer to you, I can smell that scent of sex and muscle that I admit excites me enormously.

I try to hit your shoulders with my elbows so that the blow is less violent than you hope. But the shock when my head falls on the asphalt is violent. I feel that my skull is open. I see my face in blood, I feel the marks of your blows on my chest. I look at you once.... maybe the last one and I also see that your body is exhausted, marked by the violence of our confrontation. My breathing is difficult and I am not sure I can get up as I am weak.

Brian King

You look up at me in a puddle of your own blood, struggling to move. My body is beginning to shake from exhaustion, my cock and balls are in agonizing pain, but I know I cannot fall here. Not to this cop, no matter how hot you are, or were, as you struggle on the ground. I feel a sense of determination as I swing my leg and kick you, full force, in the face, then lean against the wall, collecting my breath.

Etienne Moreau

I want to keep fighting. I want to keep weakening you... but I can’t... My movements are difficult... My breath is short. I try to move my head a little and at that moment your foot violently sends it back. I feel some teeth flying and my skull falls back violently on the ground.

A huge boom echoes inside me then everything turns black. I don’t know if I am already dead or still alive. If I live again, it won’t be long. I feel a hot liquid around me... I have my eyes open and my only pride at the moment is to have maybe weakened you a little.

Brian King

You're not the first cop I've brutalized, but you are different, powerful enough to almost destroy me, and formerly handsome as you lie there half-alive. My balls ache badly and my cock is sore from your bite, but I decide this time to play with my prey. I stumble over to you and reach down, flipping you over onto your chest.

Your lack of resistance shows this will be your last act on earth as I pull down those tight pants, revealing your muscular ass, powerful from years of training and fighting. My prize is this hot, tight ass before me as I unzip my jeans and pull out my thick 7" cock. Despite the pain, it stands at full attention as I lean over you and force it into your tight hole.

Etienne Moreau

You come closer to me and I know that I won’t be long. I am convinced that you will end up with me. I don’t understand why you turn me on the chest. My head smells of cold and wet bitumen. I feel your hand pulling out my pants and spreading my legs. I close my eyes when I understand what is happening to me. Your dick enters me violently. Even if I don’t see it, the pain it creates in me is real but at the same time this sensation gives me a form of pleasure by telling me that my last act on earth will be to get fucked by a battle beast.

Brian King

I feel your tight ass loosening as I continue to ride you, and your soft moans increase with each thrust. I fuck you slowly, not rushing. It feels good - relieving the pain in my cock and balls, and feeding my adrenaline. My moaning and breathing sync with yours. It will not be long before I fill you with cum.

Etienne Moreau

The pleasure you are giving me is undoubtedly equivalent to the strength of the blows we exchanged. I don’t have much strength anymore, I don’t have much breath but it’s only devoted to moaning and trying to move my ass so that your dick benefits from it the most. I feel your excitement. I know that your sperm will lead to my death. Desperately, no doubt, I try to make this moment last as long as possible.

Brian King

When you shift your ass so that I fuck you deeper, I feel my load building up while I pummel your prostate with my cock. "Fuck yeah, pig," I growl into your ear, increasing the pace and grabbing onto your head as I do, keeping your face pressed down on the concrete.

Etienne Moreau

You start to hit my prostate, I can’t help but moan. I feel your hand catching my hair while holding my head against the asphalt. Pain is now completely replaced by pleasure. Increasingly raspy moans come out of my mouth.

Even if they are choked by the ground, I don’t doubt that you hear the pleasure you give me. I feel my hard dick ready to explode. I know that we are almost done and I know what will happen to me when we have cum. But is it a less unpleasant way to die than after an orgasm.

Brian King

Your grunting and moaning excite me further, and I start to jackhammer your ass, grunting and panting as the pace increases. And I unleash my load with a series of hefty thrusts, each sending hot cum spraying up and inside you.

Etienne Moreau

While you are rushing me towards sexual abandonment, I feel your dick contracting before exploding inside me. I scream as loudly as you and this scream is not only due to the strength of your jackhammer blows. It also indicates that I am freeing myself from my load and I feel my thick sperm fall to the ground and stick to my abs.

Brian King

As I pull my cock out from your hole, I feel the mix of dopamine and adrenaline. I roll you over onto your back and know I have to finish you off, as your job is to bring me down, and my job - well, you've been on a client's hit list for some time. Still, I recall the handsome face that greeted me in the alley before I bludgeoned it to a pulp. I almost feel a rare pang of mercy that I shrug away before I start pummeling your tough abs with a series of mighty punches, pounding your own cum into your skin.

Etienne Moreau

I know that I won’t be long to live. I close my eyes trying to keep the memory of the orgasm you just gave me for these last moments. You turn me around and I close my eyes so as not to see the knife or the weapon that you must have in your hands. But when I open them, I understand that your only weapon is your fists.

You start hitting the belly and with each of your blows, I spit spurts of melee blood at the slime. I feel my internal organs which are very much being destroyed. My chest is no longer red, it is almost purple, a mix of the strength of the blows and the damage that you are creating in me.

Brian King

Each punch sends air and blood sputtering out of your mouth and what remains of your nose. I feel your ribs crack one by one as I pound your obliques. Every grunt that escapes your lips makes my cock throb.

You are the hottest man I have ever destroyed. Satisfied with the damage I've done to your core, I shift position and roll you into a body scissor, gripping your left arm and extending it, then bending it unnaturally as I press my full power into your ribs and abs while trying to break your arm.

Etienne Moreau

I am in a state of suffering that I have never endured. I can no longer speak. I don’t even like the strength to cry out my pain. Blood now flows from my mouth every time you hit my chest. My broken ribs make my breathing painful

 And to say that I was the most feared cop in the city and that I end up like this. You move and for a second, I think you will spare me. But you trap me in a chisel. And suddenly a new pain invades me. I feel my arm leaving, which is completely dislocated and suddenly it cracks.... I can’t even scream but the pain is unbearable. If only, I had enough strength to ask you for mercy.

Brian King

When your arm breaks and you don't even scream, I know you are past the point of survival. At this point, it will be mercy to finish the job. I release your body and instead take your head, and I press your neck between my quads and start to squeeze. I twist my lower body side to side to tighten and increase the grip on your neck as I crush it, your face rubbing against my throbbing cock as I do.

Etienne Moreau

You release me. I no longer know who I am, I don’t know how long I will be able to hold on. You circle my head with your muscular thighs. I feel your scent of male entering my nostrils. Your dick that smells like cum presses against the top of my lip.

I feel that my breathing is getting weaker and weaker. The less I can breathe, the more your smell enters me. It’s no longer the air that I smell but your incredible scent of sex. Everything is turning black and I can only see your dick against my nostrils. My limbs are trying to move but I can’t anymore. My body is seized with a spasm... then a second.... then I don’t move anymore...

Brian King

The sight of your powerful body as I crush your head and neck is enough to get me to unleash another load of cum that erupts into the air and lands on my own chest. As I do, the strength of my hold intensifies, and I feel your resistance fade as I feel the crack of your neck between my quads.

I continue crushing, feeling several more cracks and ensuring the job is complete. This was the toughest cop in the city, and a big job for a client that will pay me well enough to leave for a while to avoid repercussions. Not that I have any need to fear them; I'll take on any cop that thinks he can bring me down.

I slowly stand up and buckle my jeans. I feel a fleeting sense of pity as I look down on you before raising my boot and bringing it down onto your face, stomping the man who bit my balls and cock, the reason blood mixed with cum as I erupted.

Then I pull you up and throw your limp body into a large trash bin. I’m impressed by how heavy you feel. This fight brought me close to the edge of defeat, and I am exhausted. But it is time to claim my prize money and leave, to train, to party, and to mark my next quarry.

THE END

Published: 2026-03-22, viewed 109 times.