THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
Chat room: #BARBARUS
- No holds barred
- Weapons
- Extreme violence
- Blood
- Death
A worldwide organization of men trained for violent, bloody, and even deadly combat. Their competence is indicated by their qualifications, from the lowest to the highest, reserved for an elite.
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The Butcher of the Arena
Belgium_Vicious: In this gladiator camp, life hangs by a thread, dependent on the whims of the Masters who rule the place—wealthy individuals thrilled to watch fighters tear each other apart, kiss each other, and kill one another. Among these gladiators, two stand out. One is a newcomer, a young warrior stripped of everything, including his name, and enslaved. The other is a veteran whose sadism and cruelty are already well-established in the eyes of the Masters. Having noticed the incredible abilities and formidable physique of this young slave, the Masters have arranged a fight between the veteran and the slave, caring little about who wins, seeking only to satisfy their thirst for blood.
SkinMuscle: I step into the dust of the arena, my muscles rippling under the torchlight as I lock eyes with the veteran, a low growl escaping my throat. I don't need a name to break a man, only the precision of my lead hook and the sheer power of a body forged for violence. With a predatory smirk, I raise my taped fists, ready to transform this spectacle into a calculated slaughter
Belgium_Vicious: I see this arrogant young man challenging me with his eyes. It doesn't matter; he will take my blows and die by my hand. He should feel honored to have such a privilege. Without showing the slightest emotion, I approach you, raising my bare fists to deliver a powerful left hook straight to your jaw.
SkinMuscle: I shift my weight and slip your hook by a hair, the wind of your fist grazing my ear as I counter with a lightning-fast jab to your ribs. I don't give you room to breathe, driving my shoulder into your chest to throw you off balance before unloading a heavy right cross aimed at your nose.
Belgium_Vicious: I see you're moving fast, and I should have known better, but I was overconfident. I take your blow to the ribs and chest, which makes me back up and lean forward. Then I see your straight coming, and I move my head at the last second, shifting it towards you and delivering a hard punch to your groin.
SkinMuscle: I grunt as your fist connects low, the pain white-hot and surging through my gut, but I don't back down. I lock my arm over your shoulder to trap you close, burying a brutal series of short, heavy uppercuts into your solar plexus. My muscles bulge as I lean my full weight into you, grinding my forehead against yours to keep the pressure suffocating.
Belgium_Vicious: I feel my arm locked and several blows land squarely in my solar plexus. I'm in pain, but there's no way I'm going to let you do this. I press my forehead hard against yours to force your head back slightly before pulling my own back a little and biting your nose, tearing it off with a single bite.
SkinMuscle: "AAAArrrghhhhhhh" I yell as blood sprays from my face, the scent of my own flesh triggering a primal rage that overrides the pain. I don't pull away; instead, I slam my rock hard knee into your stomach, 1,2,3,4..5 crazy times and wrap my massive arms around your neck. I squeeze with everything I have, intending to crush your windpipe while my blood drips onto your chest.
Belgium_Vicious: I took your knee blows, which felt like blows from a sledgehammer, the vibrations of your blows finally tearing off your nose, forcing my head back before you wrapped your powerful arms around my neck, making me feel your hard, strong muscles. I felt myself struggling to resist, and I was going to run out of air, but I’d already seen worse. While you're strangling me, I hold my breath as best I can, tensing all my muscles before grabbing you by the waist and raising my knee a good ten times in your blows, lifting my leg as fast and as violently as possible to crush your balls without the slightest pity.
SkinMuscle: Your knee strikes shatter my stance, sending agony through my core as my grip on your throat falters. I release your neck to seize your hair, pulling your head down and smashing my forehead into your face with a skull-cracking headbutt. Before you can recover, I bury a short, powerful hook into your balls to scramble your vision.
Belgium_Vicious: I take your forehead full in the face, breaking my nose and sending blood flying onto the arena and your face, before a powerful hook slams into my balls. I take a step back, adrenaline surging through me, and quickly grab the back of your neck before pummeling your head with punches, counting the blows I land to please the crowd reveling in this carnage: "1...2...3...4...5." Then, without waiting, the fist that just mangled your head drops swiftly towards your groin, which I squeeze violently while my other hand swings across your throat to lift you before propelling you downwards, planting my foot to break your spine in a brutal backbreaker.
SkinMuscle: I drop my chin to my chest and roll with the punches, my neck muscles thick enough to soak the impact before your hand can find my groin. I twist my hips violently to the side, slipping the backbreaker and grabbing your wrist with a grip that crushes bone. I drive my elbow into your temple to break your hold and immediately unleash a three-punch combo into your mangled face: hook, uppercut, and a straight right that shatters your jaw.
Belgium_Vicious: I feel you violently block my hand, and you're certainly not lacking in strength, but it will take more than that to bring me down. You manage to break free and I take your elbow right on the temple, but when you try to follow up with punches I dodge the first two and block your right jab by pulling my head back in time, I continue to pull back suddenly while keeping your hand in mine, squeezing like a steel vise to make you fall and follow up with three kicks to the head.
SkinMuscle: I roll with the fall, using your momentum to sweep your standing leg and send you crashing into the dirt beside me. I scramble up before you can reset, driving a stiff shin into your ribs that echoes through the arena like a gunshot. I don't wait for you to breathe; I step into your guard and unleash a blinding shovel hook to your liver, followed by a heavy overhand right that snaps your head back. I pin your arms with my knees and wrap my massive hands around your windpipe, squeezing until your face turns purple and your eyes begin to bulge.
Belgium_Vicious: Your shin kick hits me in the ribs, knocking me back and causing excruciating pain. The sound is impressive, but I've taken worse. I see your left hook land right in my liver. It might hurt, but I'm not going to let myself be defeated. I roll on the ground to dodge your punch and turn without getting up to deliver a powerful kick to your jaw before leaping to my feet. The blow is painful, but I don't want to show you that I'm suffering.
SkinMuscle: I spit a glob of blood and teeth as your kick snaps my head back. I lung forward, diving through your guard to snatch your waist and drive my skull into your chest with the force of a bull. I hoist you high, slamming your spine into the wooden pillars of the cage before catching your throat in a crushing guillotine choke. The guillotine is locked, but my vision suddenly swims; the earlier liver shot and the blood loss from my mangled nose finally hit me like a freight train. My grip falters, my massive arms trembling as a sharp, stabbing pain in my side makes me gasp for air, loosening the hold on your throat.
Belgium_Vicious: I see you coming like an arrow to hit me right in the chest, making me hear a dull and suspicious sound at the level of my solar plexus before finding myself lifted and crushed against the pillars, I hear another heavy sound making me understand that a left part of my spine has been destroyed, then I find myself in your strangulation, feeling the end coming but you start to moan loudly and release my throat, alas my back is far too damaged and I can no longer even move my legs, I know that this is going to be the end for me, when he has recovered my life will be nothing but a distant memory.
SkinMuscle: I slump against the wood, clutching my mangled nose as I watch you collapse, your legs dead weight on the sand. My vision clears just enough to see the broken state of your spine, and a cruel, jagged grin splits my bloody face. I stumble toward your prone body, dragging my feet until I stand over you, my shadow blocking the arena lights as I raise a heavy, scarred fist for the final plunge. With a guttural roar, I drive the punch straight through your temple, a sickening crack signaling the end as your light fades into nothing.
Belgium_Vicious: I can barely think straight and I can't feel anything in my lower torso anymore. I feel my end is near and I don't even have the strength to resist when you come towards me, crawling in pain but giving me the impression that you're a wild animal ready to pounce. Then I can see even less, your muscular, massive body blocking the spotlights and forming a halo around your killer physique. I want to react, but I no longer have the strength or the desire. I just stay there when I see you're about to smash my temple open, and with a horrible crack, the light goes out, the top of my skull split completely in two.
SkinMuscle: I stand over your shattered remains while my vision is still blurred with crimson, but I feel the raw weight of the kill in my knuckles and the cold silence of the dirt beneath us. I raise my blood-soaked fists to the sky, the roar of the crowd drowning out the last rattle of your breath as I claim my place as the king of this slaughterhouse.
Published: 2026-03-27, viewed 102 times.
Dream Breaker
2026-03-28 14:16Fuck, that was cruel and brutal. BV knew he was doomed when his back got broken, but I am not quite sure if the life of SkinMuscle without balls is worth living. This story is a real pearl for the lovers of extreme fights. Thanks for sharing the story with us.
Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-03-29 11:18(In reply to this)
It's nice of you to say that, but in this story, I already knew I was going to lose from the start. That's just how it is; there are some people you can never beat, but I'm glad you enjoyed this squash match.
Freaker
2026-03-28 13:35A raw, savage, and truly worthy brutal arena spectacle. Every moment carries a sense of danger, as if survival itself is the only rule that matters. The clash between the ruthless veteran and the ferocious newcomer creates a gripping, atmosphere.
Both fighters come across as relentless and larger than life—the veteran with his cruel experience, the newcomer with unstoppable rage and resilience. The brutality isn’t just there for shock, it reinforces the harsh world they’re trapped in making a vivid and visceral battle that perfectly captures the barbaric spirit of arena combat. Thank you for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
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Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-03-28 13:41(In reply to this)
Thank you for this wonderful comment, I'm glad to see that you liked it and I hope others will too.