THE HIGH TABLE

DREAM BREAKER:

I’ve heard there have been a few break-ins in the area lately. My house is in a wealthy neighborhood and looks like a pretty good target, but I’m not particularly worried about it. If the thief is at all smart, he’s been watching the area and knows full well that my house is home to a big guy—6’5” and 310 lbs—who’s hardly likely to attract any thieves. Besides, I keep my safe in my bedroom, so a thief wouldn’t be able to empty it without stepping in front of me first.

The summer night is really warm, and I turn the fans up to full power, finally falling asleep covered by a silk sheet, wearing only my thin black shorts. Luckily, I’m tired tonight and drift off to sleep almost immediately.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

Rich people. Fortress doors, motion sensors, cameras everywhere… and then they crack a window open like they’re inviting trouble in for a drink. Fine by me. I grip the drainpipe and climb, metal cold under my hands, boots finding just enough purchase to keep me moving. One smooth pull after another and I’m level with the window. No alarm. No movement. Just a lazy curtain shifting in the warm night air. I slip inside. My feet touch down without a sound. The room is dark, but not blind. Moonlight spills through the glass, sketching the shape of the space. A bed. Furniture. And someone in it. Asleep. Brilliant. Straight into the one room I didn’t want. I freeze and listen. Slow breathing. No stir. No reaction. Either I’m a ghost or they sleep like the dead. I move anyway. Slow. Careful. Every step placed with intent. No rushing now. Not with a witness a few metres away. Then I see it. Across the room. A walk-in wardrobe. Big. The kind that screams money without needing to show it. That’s where the real prize is.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I angle towards it, body low, movements tight and precise. At 5'4 and 140 pounds, I’m not built to overpower anyone. I don’t need to be. Quiet beats strong every time. I reach the wardrobe door and stop.

DREAM BREAKER:

II wake up from my sleep to something—maybe a sound I’m not used to hearing, maybe just the feeling that I’m not alone. I open my eyes slowly as I make out a dark figure, a shadow at the door of my dressing room. The hairs on my arms stand on end. There’s an intruder here! Adrenaline surges through my veins as I toss the sheet aside and jump out of bed as fast as I can. Still half-asleep, my fucking cock half-hard in my thin shorts, I stumble behind you and grab you by the shoulder, turning you to face me. “Who the fuck are you and what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My heart kicks hard in my chest as a hand clamps onto me and spins me around before I can react. He’s right there. Barely dressed. Towering. A wall of flesh and muscle filling my entire field of vision. Thick, heavy pecs rise and fall inches from my face, casting shadows even in the dim light. My eyes flick over him in a split second, trying to make sense of the sheer size of him. Shoulders like boulders. Arms that look built to crush. Legs like tree trunks. A bulge in his shorts that would make a porn star blush. No time to think. No plan. Just instinct. My hand snaps to the torch on my belt. I rip it free and swing. Hard. It cracks against the side of his head with a dull, solid thud that shudders along my arm.

DREAM BREAKER:

Still far too sleepy to react in time to your sudden attack I moan loud and step back when the torch lands on the side of my head. Luckily the impact hits mostly my cheek causing nothing too serious. I must say I am quite surprised myself too how fast I manage to react and snap a grab of your wrist, twisting it hard enough to make you lose your hold of your improvised weapon. I pull your body close to mine until I can sense your warm breathing against the skin of my pecs. Holding you tightly of your wrist I repeat my words. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING AT MY PLACE?"

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

You didn’t drop. Why didn’t you drop? The torch slips from my fingers, clattering uselessly to the floor as your grip tightens. Pain shoots up my arm as you twist my wrist and drag me in, forcing me close. Too close. Your chest looms in front of me, rising and falling, heat radiating off you. I can barely move, barely breathe. Your voice hits me next. Loud. Sharp. Demanding. It fills the room, presses in on me, expects an answer I don’t have. Because there isn’t one you’d accept. So I don’t speak. I act. My fist snaps forward, fast and desperate, aimed where it should hurt. On any normal man, I’d have driven it straight into their stomach, knocked the wind clean out of them. But you’re not normal. You’re too big. Too tall. My aim’s off. My knuckles slam into you lower than intended, a semi-solid unnaturally large bulge. Not where I meant. But judging by the reaction… not a bad place to land either.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes widen as I feel your hard fist hitting between my legs, probably aiming my heavy nuts. I release my hold of your wrist and stumble back few steps, but luck seems to be on my side again, or maybe you didn't mean to hit my manhood, because your powerful punch is mostly absorbed by my semi hard cock making it move up in my thin shorts, the head of it sticking out from under the waistband. I raise my hand to bitchslap your face. "What the fuck you want?"

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

Again, it barely does anything. What are you? The thought flashes through my head, sharp and unwelcome. No time to dwell on it. This time you don’t hesitate. Your arm comes up fast, ready to smash down on me. Too slow. I drop under it, quick and tight, your hand cutting through empty air where I just was. My size finally works in my favor. Small. Fast. Hard to pin down. No luck this time. This one’s deliberate. I drive upward with everything I’ve got, a tight, brutal uppercut aimed low. My fist connects solidly with your balls, the impact jolting through my arm. It’s not clean, not perfect, but it lands hard enough to matter. For a split second, something shifts. A crack in that wall of muscle. My focus almost slips as my eyes catch movement above your waistband, something I wasn’t expecting, something that doesn’t belong in the middle of a fight like this. I force it out of my head. Focus. End this. Because if I don’t put you down now, hard and fast, this is over. And I’m not getting caught again. I’m not going back to prison.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Fucking hell!", I say to myself as I realize my slap missing the target when you suddenly disappear from my sight. But soon I know you didn´t go far, instead you are closer than I wanted you to be when I feel the sharp pain, pain that makes my mouth drop down. I scream but no sound comes out of my throat. The only sound I can create is my rasping breath that escapes my throat in a quiet, agonized gasp, and the thud of my knees as they slam together. My eyes bulge from their sockets as my hands reach between my legs, trying to ease the pain caused by your devastating blow. I finally fall to my knees, my eyes filling with tears of agony as I look up. In the moonlight, I can make out a malicious, satisfied smirk on your face.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

On your knees, you’re smaller. Not by much, but enough. Enough to matter. For the first time, the fear loosens its grip. I’ve got a chance. My hand flies up to my face on instinct, checking. Nothing. No fabric. No cover. Shit, I'm not wearing my balaclava. You’ve seen me. Everything shifts in an instant. This isn’t a job gone wrong anymore. This is exposure. Identification. A straight line back to a cell I swore I’d never see again. Running isn’t an option now. You can’t let you talk to the cops. You won’t talk. I step in and swing, a tight, brutal hook snapping across the side of your face. Your head jerks with the impact, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Pain explodes through my knuckles, raw and immediate, but I push straight through it. Behind you, something catches my eye. A vase. Heavy. Solid. I grab it without hesitation and bring it down hard. It shatters against your head with a crack that’s far too loud, the noise ripping through the silence like a gunshot. Fragments scatter across the floor. I freeze for half a second, ears ringing, listening. Please don’t let anyone have heard that.

DREAM BREAKER:

With the taste of blood in my mouth all I can do is try to push you away, to get some distance and when I finally open my eyes you are gone again. But just like before you let me know soon you didn´t go far when something hits my head. HARD. I feel tiny trickles of blood running down my head, eventually crossing my face. My head is spinning, and the night grows darker as the moonlight fades away, until I finally fall onto my back, struggling to stay conscious. I roll around on the wooden floor for a moment until I finally come to a stop on my back, doing my best to recover from your blow as quickly as possible. The shards of glass under my back make my suffering even more excruciating as they stab into my flesh. If I don’t get over this, it’s all over—in the hands of a little man!

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I can’t stop. There’s only one way this ends now. You’re down, or at least you should be, and I’m over you before I even realise I’ve moved. My foot comes down hard. Then again. And again. Fast, relentless. My trainers soften the impact, but the force is still there, driving into your side, your ribs, your flank, even your head. Nothing measured about it. Just raw panic and momentum. A part of me knows exactly what this is turning into. Knows I’ve crossed a line I can’t step back from. But that part’s getting drowned out. You shouldn’t have woken up. You shouldn’t have seen me. I grit my teeth and keep moving, striking, trying to keep you down... permanently!

DREAM BREAKER:

Your kicks rain down all over my body, making it twitch and bounce off the floor, convulsing as if in a seizure. I feel the bruises on my torso, on my ribs, the taste of coppery blood in my mouth as my lips split open. Amidst the pain, I try to think of a way to survive this, but you don’t give me even the slightest break as your kicks continue to rain down on my body. I lift my head slightly off the ground and see how your face has darkened to the point of madness as you approach me, presumably to deliver the final, fatal kick that would end it all.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I plant my foot on your neck, expecting it to end there. It doesn’t. There’s resistance. Solid. Unyielding. Like pressing down on something that refuses to give. I lean into it, harder. Muscles straining, jaw clenched, every ounce of weight driving through my leg. Still… it won’t give. My face tightens with the effort, breath coming sharp and fast. This should be enough. It has to be enough. Below me, your expression twists. Pain, yes. But not just that. There’s something else in it. Something that doesn’t fit.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am in deep shit, there´s no doubt of that when I feel your foot on my throat. I snap a grab of your ankle with both of my hands and twist it making you to lose your balance and fall down to the floor on your back. Now when I am free I need to recover from your kicks as soon as possible. I fill my lungs with air and shake my head trying to get rid of all those stars.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

No. You don’t get back up. You don’t get a second chance. I won’t allow it. I spring back, light on my feet, creating just enough space to reset. Then I’m on you again in a heartbeat, dropping down, straddling your chest and forcing you flat. It’s like trying to sit on a slab of concrete. Your chest is massive, solid under me, hard to pin, hard to control. For a second I wobble, fighting for balance. Then I lock in. And I start swinging. Left. Right. Left. Right. Each punch snaps forward, fast and vicious, crashing into your face. The impact travels straight through my hands, sharp and punishing, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My knuckles scream with every strike, skin splitting, bones rattling, but I force it down and keep going. This has to end. Your face turns with the blows, your features distorting under the barrage, but still you’re there. Still not done. “I'm sorry it’s ended this way,” I spit, breath ragged, teeth clenched tight. “But this is on you.” I say it like it means something. Like it justifies any of this. Another punch. Then another. I keep hammering down, blood covered fists. Your blood, my blood, combined into a gruesome mess.

DREAM BREAKER:

My body is convulsing violently, uncontrollably under the rain of your punches. I don't feel my face anymore; it all has turned into a bloody pulp, a mess of pulverized meat and blood. I try to struggle and dodge your hits, but you have me controlled well. There's nothing there I could do to help myself except take your blows that keep on coming, precise and hard. Finally the pain is ceasing as I close my eyes and stay motionless under your body.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My breath comes in ragged bursts, chest heaving like I’ve just sprinted a mile. My hands are wrecked, every knuckle throbbing, slick with blood that isn’t all mine. It’s everywhere. On me. On you. On the hard floor. And then… I stop. Not because I care. Not because I’m checking if you’re still breathing. Something else cuts through the noise in my head. Sharp. Unexpected. It pulls my focus away from your face like a hook behind the ribs. For a split second, everything else drops out. My cock is hard. Rock hard. The sight of your incredible physique? Pleasure from unleashing my raw power? I don't know why I'm hard, only that I'm hard. And in that moment I forget my purpose and focus on my pleasure. The button pops on my trousers, then the zip slides down. Before I know it my hand is inside and gently squeezing by 5" erection. I tease it through the fly and let it breathe in the warm evening air. With a flex of my glutes I shuffle forward from your chest to your neck. My cock hovers just above your lips. My fingers press lightly in the shaft. The head slides like a snake over your blood covered lips. I'm already heading towards murder. What's a little face rape thrown in going to do? Breathing gets faster and shallower as my base instincts dominate my conscious mind.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am on the edge of unconsciousness but feel your salty taste between my lips. Far too weak to resist or to fight back I stay on the ground surrendered, accepting what will come. But something is waking up deep inside me, something I don´t know yet what is it. I stay on the wooden floor motionless waiting to see what will happen next, almost praying you are not going to end my life ...

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

Fingers reach to your lips and tentatively separate them. This is wrong. I should stop. I don't. Buttocks clench, hips thrust forward and cock finds its way into your mouth. It's warm and wet. Your full lips feel nice against my shaft. Before I know it, I'm thrusting faster and harder. Deeper. The head bangs against the back of your throat. Fuck that feels nice. A man mountain reduced to a fuck toy. This was not the night I had planned but I'm in too much pleasure to care. Almost dizzy with lust, dominated by hormones. Out of control. Loving it.

DREAM BREAKER:

I snap out of some kind of trance-like state, opening my eyes—swollen from your blows—and see you sitting next to me, too close. Soon I realize you’re in my mouth, pounding my skull in an almost ecstatic frenzy. "Fuck, how did I end up in this situation, but this has to stop right now, this very moment..." I close my mouth tightly, taking your stiff cock between my teeth and chewing on it like a tough piece of meat in my mouth. I feel your warm blood flowing into my mouth, that coppery metallic taste accompanied by your screams, your shrieking as you feel your cock tearing to shreds in my mouth. My body comes alive. The beast has awakened. And nothing can stop it now.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I drive my cock balls deep into your mouth, enjoying the control. Suddenly, your eyes snap into focus. Alive. Awake. Too awake. Pain detonates through my genitals as your jaw clamps down hard. No hesitation. No weakness. Your teeth sink in and then grind, slow and deliberate, crushing down on my cock. I yank back on instinct. Nothing. You hold on. The scream tears out of me before I can stop it, raw and sharp, echoing off the walls. Panic surges, hot and blinding. My hands scramble at your face, fingers digging in, clawing at your jaw, trying to pry it open. It won’t budge. You just keep biting. Grinding. Like you’re enjoying it.

DREAM BREAKER:

I would like to laugh but you can´t see a smile on my face. I just stare at you knowing deep inside me that you know something has changed. We stare each other for a moment when I start to move. My arms get up from the ground and before you have time to blink your eye my hands move on both side of your head clapping your ears hard, ringing them good - TWICE. But not happy with that alone I ball my hands to fist and send a blow into your temples as I see the light in your eyes turning down, as they roll in your head. Your once rigid body suddenly gets limp as you collapse on top of me. "Hey sweetie, my name is Alex", I whisper into your ear as I push you down from my body, letting you fall down on the floor next to me.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

The pain is already too much, but then your hands move. They slam in on either side of my head, a brutal, concussive clap that detonates inside my skull. The sound isn’t just loud, it’s inside me. A violent pressure that floods my ears, my balance, everything. The world tilts. My grip loosens without me telling it to. My body forgets what it’s supposed to be doing. Sound warps into a high, endless ringing. Vision fractures at the edges, shadows bleeding into light. I try to stay with it. Try to hold on. I can’t. Through the haze, I barely see it. Your fist coming up, fast, heavy, inevitable. There’s no time to react. Impact. And everything slips. The panic. The pain. The adrenaline. The frantic mess of thoughts that were driving me forward. All of it drains away, like someone pulled a plug somewhere deep inside me. My strength goes with it. My body gives in, folding, collapsing down onto you as the last fragments of awareness fade into nothing.

DREAM BREAKER:

I get to my feet and stand beside you, watching you for a moment as I try to figure out what exactly has happened, feeling my cock suddenly start to stiffen—not surprisingly, but for a very good reason. "Little burglar, I don’t think you knew whose house you were breaking into, did you?" I’m not asking you, but rather stating a fact. You have awakened the beast I had been trying to control these past few months, keeping it caged, shut off from the world, until you broke into its cage and set it free. The beast has been in the dark, shut off from the world... and it is hungry... it is very hungry. I narrow my eyes and pause for a moment. Our gazes meet, and I give you a small smile until my foot shoots forward and slams into your temple with force, causing your head to snap back in a gruesome manner, leaving you lying lifeless on the stone floor. My arm slides between your legs while the other wraps around your neck as I lift your limp body into my arms, carrying you to the basement room, my own little man cave. Here, the floor isn’t polished marble but cold concrete. My long tongue travels across your unconscious face, tasting it until you finally open your eyes. “Good morning, little man, are you ready?”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

A dull, heavy throb pulses through my skull, each beat dragging me a little closer to awareness. Everything feels thick. Slow. Wrong. I try to move. Nothing. My body won’t answer. Panic flickers, weak at first, then sharper as the fog starts to lift. Shapes form. Sensation returns. Pressure. Heat. I’m not on the floor. I’m in your arms. Carried. Held tight against you, locked in place like I weigh nothing. Your grip is solid, unyielding, every shift of your muscles tightening the hold just enough to remind me who’s in control. It’s not just firm. It’s deliberate. Too deliberate. Your face is close to mine. I feel your breath, steady and calm, completely at odds with the chaos still rattling through me. You study me like I’m something you’ve just picked up. Something you’re assessing. Almost… curious. I twist, trying to break free, but it’s pointless. The moment I move, your arms cinch tighter, compressing the air from my chest, pinning me even more securely against you. No give. No weakness. Just strength. Overwhelming, effortless strength. And for the first time since this all started, the fear lands properly.

DREAM BREAKER:

I press your body tighter against my pecs and abs until I finally let you to fall down from my arms to the hard floor as I lean over you, looking at your face closer than if I were a nearsighted giant. You feel my hot breath against your skin until I straighten my back again and hold out my hand to you. “Do you want to get up, or should we finish this little play lying on the ground?” My voice is no longer defiant or serious but rather playful, teasing you. I slide my shorts down my legs and stand before you completely naked. “Take your clothes off, or I’ll rip them off you,” I urge you, growing serious as I stand staring at you.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

You straighten up, slow and deliberate, like you want me to take it all in. And I do. From down here, you look even bigger. Not just tall. Overwhelming. Your frame blocks out the light, casting shadows that stretch across the concrete. The dim glow of the basement catches every ridge of muscle, every movement under your skin. It’s the first time I really see you properly in the light. And it’s worse than I thought. You’re not just strong. You’re built like something that shouldn’t exist. And then your pants come down. Even for a tall man that beast between your legs is huge. The way in hangs suggest your semi-erect, making my mind boggle at how big it must be fully erect. Then you speak. The words hit me harder than any punch so far. For a second, I genuinely think I misheard. “You want me to do what?” My voice cracks, disbelief cutting through the lingering haze. “What kind of sicko are you?” Whatever control I thought I had left is gone. I scramble backwards, dragging myself across the cold concrete, putting space between us. My hands slip slightly on the floor, my body still not fully cooperating, but I force it to move anyway. Distance. I need distance. Because standing there like that… You don’t look like someone I can fight anymore. You look like something I need to escape.

DREAM BREAKER:

I had decided to remain stern and menacing, but your hopeless attempt to crawl away across the damp concrete floor makes me smile against my better judgment. I grab you by the ankle and lift your body so you’re hanging by one leg high above the floor, while my other, free hand grabs your sweater and begins to slowly rip it off you. The stitches begin to tear apart, eventually coming loose from your body like an old, frayed floor rag. I toss the shreds of your blouse aside and admire your bare torso for a moment. Although you aren’t spoiled by excessive muscle mass, your body is quite lean, toned, and thoroughly enjoyable in every way. “I asked you to undress, not to crawl! Do I have to do everything myself?”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

How are you even doing this? I hang upside down, the world spinning, blood rushing to my head. All of my weight, all of me, held effortlessly in one of your hands. Just one. After everything I threw at you, after everything that should have slowed you down, you’re still this strong. It doesn’t make sense. My arms flail, useless, grasping at nothing as I try to steady myself. But there’s no control here. Not anymore. Your other hand moves to my shirt. Grip. Pull. The first tear is sharp and violent, fabric giving way with a sound that echoes in the tight space. You don’t rush it, but you don’t hesitate either. Each tug is deliberate. Focused. Like you’ve already decided how this ends. I can feel it happening. There’s no stopping it. The material doesn’t stand a chance against you. In seconds it’s ruined, hanging in pieces before you rip it free and let it fall. You don’t even look at it. Your question hangs in the air, but I know it isn’t really a question. You’re not waiting. You’re not listening. And you’re not finished. Panic spikes hard. I twist, trying to reach, trying to do anything that might shift this in my favor. My free leg snaps out, heel driving towards the hand gripping my ankle. I have to break that hold. Or I’m completely at your mercy.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What exactly are you complaining about?" I ask, a little irritated. "I gave you the chance to do it yourself!" I slap your back with my hand, making your body sway from side to side like the pendulum of a wall clock. I grab the waistband of your pants, first unfastening your belt with my free hand and then tearing the fabric from its seams, slowly inch by inch, until they split all the way down to your knees and get stuck. In my rage, I have to strain every muscle to the absolute limit until the fabric finally gives way and falls from your legs in tatters. “You’re lucky your pants ripped, because the other option would have been to rip your limbs from their sockets,” my maniacal laughter echoes through the basement.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My core tightens on instinct, dragging my body upward, trying to block, to interfere, to do anything. It makes no difference. You push through me like I’m nothing. Like I’m not even there. For a second, it doesn’t feel real. Like I’ve been pushed out of my own body, forced to watch this happen from the outside. No control. No say. Just… happening. And then it’s over. I’m still hanging there, upside down, stripped back to black sneakers and a black thong, exposed and completely at your mercy. The cold air bites at my skin, grounding me in a way I don’t want. I open my mouth, words rushing up, desperate for something, anything, but your voice cuts straight through before I can get a sound out. It fills the room. Cold. Certain. Final. I don’t even know if it was a threat or just a statement. I’m not sure which is worse. A shiver runs straight down my spine. And you… you’re not even breathing hard. Not a drop of sweat. Not a flicker of strain. Like everything I did to you meant absolutely nothing. “How…?” The thought barely forms before panic crushes it again. “Let me go, you freak!” I snap, the edge in my voice cracking into something closer to pleading. I twist again, trying to find leverage, trying to force some weakness out of that grip. Anything. Because right now… there isn’t any.

DREAM BREAKER:

You look absolutely delicious in your little panties, swaying from side to side in the heavy basement air. I lift your body higher until your face rubs against my thick, dripping cock, making it even stiffer. My free hand slaps against your back and begins slowly move upward toward your firm-looking buttocks. I slide my hand under your waistband, into your briefs, right into the tight crack between your ass cheeks. Your body stiffens as you feel my fingers pushing deeper until they touch your velvety soft entrance. I pause for a moment, letting you settle, until suddenly I thrust two fingers through your weak defense, penetrating your sphincter and pushing deep inside you. I hook my fingers toward your balls in your narrow tunnel until I reach your sweet spot between my fingers. I squeeze it gently, watching as your bulge begins to expand against your will. "Looks like you're enjoying this, you little slut!"

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I can’t see what you’re doing. But I feel it. Your grip shifts, precise and deliberate, like you’ve already decided exactly how this plays out. There’s no hesitation in it. No uncertainty. Just control. A strained, muffled sound escapes me before I can stop it, more instinct than choice. Your oversized hand has snaked into my underwear allowing your fingers to explore my small yet muscled arse. My body reacts before my mind catches up, nerves firing, muscles tightening, everything on edge. Then the pain. I deep stabbing pain as your fingers defy my sphincter and make my hole your home. It feels wrong. Completely wrong. And that’s what makes it worse. The confusion. The way my body doesn’t seem to know whether to fight, freeze, or give in to the overwhelming pressure of it all. My head spins, thoughts slipping over each other, adrenaline flooding through me in waves. I try to focus, try to pull myself back into control, but it’s like I’m losing my grip on everything all at once. And through it all… You don’t falter. Not for a second. What are your fingers doing... my mind doesn't get to finish its thought. You touch me in a way that makes my cock stir. With little material to cover me, the bulge must be instantly obvious to you. You acknowledge it with your cutting insult. "No!" I protest. "Stop doing this to me". It's getting hard to focus. The blood rushes to my head from being held upside down for too long. With bitter sweet irony, it rushes to my other head in a far more pleasurable way.

DREAM BREAKER:

"A doctor friend of mine taught me an interesting trick for getting a sperm sample from a man, even if he isn't aroused. "Should we see if it works? It shouldn’t be a problem for you since that stiff stick in your briefs is definitely ready to go," I chuckle and continue, "Have you ever come without using your hands? You’re going to love it." My fingers begin to move back and forth around your joynut, inside your tight canal, at an accelerating pace. I see a small wet spot appear on the front of your briefs. “Are you leaking already?” My fingers continue their work deep inside you, rubbing your throbbing sweet spot with every stroke. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You can go ahead and squirt your seed into your briefs—I’ll be taking them off anyway.”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My free leg lashes out again, harder this time. Faster. Every bit of strength I have left driving into the hand gripping my ankle. I don’t care about precision anymore, just impact. Just breaking that hold. I have to get free. Panic is rising now, sharp and overwhelming. Something about this whole situation is spiraling out of control, slipping further from anything I can understand or manage. My movements grow more desperate, less controlled, driven by raw instinct. “Stop! Just stop!” I shout, the words tearing out of me, rough and uneven. But even as I say it, there’s no authority behind it. No control. Just fear. Your grip doesn’t change. Not even slightly. Every kick, every twist, every ounce of effort I throw at you… it’s like hitting a wall. Solid. Unmoving. Untouchable. And that’s when it really hits me. Part of me is enjoying this. It shouldn't and I don't want it to, but it is. A base desire somewhere is enjoying whatever this is you're doing to me. I moan as the inevitable moment creeps nearer.

DREAM BREAKER:

I can see a wet patch on your briefs, growing and spreading as your cock twitches inside your bulge in time with the thrusts of my fingers. Your breathing grows heavy, and you start to sweat more heavily. Eventually, your resistance turns into the involuntary writhing I’ve so often seen boys lying beneath me do just before they come. Your head tilts back, your eyes close, and your mouth opens to let out moans until your whole body begins to tremble in my grip. And then it happens. A thick white liquid begins to ooze through the thin fabric. That sight—your white seed against the black background—is like a work of art that makes me sigh with lust and my cock throb in front of your head until I release my load onto your face... "Wonderful, isn't it... This is incredibly beautiful...!" I sigh as I cover your eyes with my thick, creamy cum.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My body tenses involuntarily as my balls empty their precious cargo. So preoccupied with my predicament, I hadn't notice your sizeable soft cock had grown to full size. Just as I notice it, your beast cock erupts in my face. Blast after blast. An almost endless supply of your juice coats my face. The salty taste teases my lips, my eyes sting, the potent smell fills my nostrils. I open my mouth to protest and a final load shoots from your slit and silences my words. My body goes limp as I resign myself to you leaving me here and calling the cops.

DREAM BREAKER:

"It's time to get down to business, sweetheart. Did you enjoy that just as much as I did?" I lift your body higher and pull my fingers out of your tight canal, finally throwing you against the wall and dropping you onto your back on the floor. I bend down slightly and rip the rest of your clothes off, leaving you completely naked. "That just made me so horny, didn’t it make you too?" I chuckle, watching your naked body writhing on the dirty concrete floor.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I lie there, the cold concrete biting into my back, trying to piece together what just happened. My head’s still spinning, thoughts coming in fragments instead of anything useful. Nothing feels steady. A strip of my torn shirt lies within reach. I grab it and drag it across my face, wiping away sweat, cum, and blood. It doesn’t help much. Just reminds me how bad this has gone. I look up. You’re still there. Not moving. Not advancing. Just standing over me, filling the space, blocking out what little light there is. Watching. That’s worse than if you were hitting me again. “Listen…” My voice comes out rough, thinner than I want it to be. I swallow, try again. “I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have come in here. Shouldn’t have tried anything.” I push myself up slightly, enough to show I’m not a threat. Not anymore. “Just let me go. Please. Don’t call the cops.” The words hang there, weak against the weight of everything that’s already happened. And you still don’t move. I've never felt so small and weak in my life. It's a feeling I hate. My cock, now a soft 3" lays as limply between my thighs as I do on the floor. But you, your cock is still rock hard. How can a cock be that big, that thick? Your words loop in my head, louder each time, like they’re echoing off the inside of my skull. Get down to business. What does that even mean? My stomach tightens. Nothing about the way you said it felt casual. It wasn’t a throwaway line. It sounded… decided. Like something had already been set in motion. I stay where I am on the floor, barely daring to move, eyes locked on you as I try to read anything from your expression. Anything that gives me a clue what comes next. Because whatever “business” is… I’ve got a feeling I’m not going to like it. Finger raping my arse has made you horny? Horny! Covering my face clearly has not quenched your thirst.

DREAM BREAKER:

“Should I call the police? Should I call the police? Of course not—this will stay our little secret!” I’ve barely finished my sentence when I grab your legs, pull you closer along the floor, and roll you onto your back. In my other hand, I still hold your underwear, and I taste the semen soaked into them. “I bet you want to taste your own harvest too? Have you ever done that? Hey, I have an idea—I’m sure you’ll love it,” I say cheerfully and hook your legs over your stomach. “Almost ready,” I grab your knees, bending your upper body at an almost unnatural angle, your ass pointing upward and your cock swinging above your face. “Good. Now I’ll help you,” I murmur as I walk over to you and place my feet on either side of your body, thrusting my thick cock all the way inside you with one hard stroke. I start fucking your dripping ass furiously, bending your hips closer and closer to your face. Your own cock is just a few inches away from them. “Come with me, open your mouth when you’re ready.”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

Every fiber in my body fights you. Muscle locks. Tendons strain. I throw everything I’ve got into resisting, trying to stop you, trying to hold myself together. It’s useless. You fold me like I’m nothing. Further than I’ve ever bent, further than I even thought was possible. My spine feels like it’s being forced past its limit, a white-hot line of pain ripping through me. My body trembles, completely outmatched, completely overpowered. A broken sound forces its way out of my mouth, half scream, half breath, muffled and desperate. You don’t react. Not a flinch. Not a pause. You just keep going. And I realise, with a sick drop in my chest, that I’m not stopping you. I can’t. My soft cock edges closer and closer to my mouth. And then the pain, the burn, searing pain as your obscenely huge cock tears open my arse. No gentle steps. Instantly balls deep. Each powerful thrust bends me further and further. You command me to cum but that's not even possible. The pain keeps my cock soft. It flops around dangerously near my lips every time you plow deeper into me. "help...HELP!". My screams echo off the walls that keep the sound held in the room.

DREAM BREAKER:

I see nothing, I hear nothing; my mind and my dark soul are focused solely on my cock, dripping with precum, deep inside you. Your soft inner walls wrap around my shaft, your sphincter opens and closes rhythmically around the base of my cock as I thrust the head of my cock mercilessly against your softening prostate. It’s as if you’re milking me until I feel my cock expand inside you. It throbs intensely until my entire body tenses for a moment, and with a straight, roaring scream, I erupt with pressure inside you like a long-blocked volcano, filling your insides with my white, thick male lava. I don’t know how many times I’ve shot my load inside you, but finally I pull my cock, soaked in your cum and blood, out of your ravaged hole. “I’m sorry, I forgot about you for a moment. How rude I can be sometimes,” I smile again as I let your legs drop to the ground. I press the sole of my foot against your limp cock and start rubbing it against your body. I feel it start to grow and stiffen involuntarily, soon spitting slippery fluid between us. “I think you like this,” I chuckle as I continue stroking your cock with an accelerating rhythm. “Don’t be shy, no one can see us, you can enjoy every moment with me…”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I’m not sure how much more my back can take. Something feels wrong. Deep, internal. Not just pain, but movement where there shouldn’t be any. A sick, twisting sensation as if parts of my spine are shifting out of place. My body tries to resist, but it’s past that now. This isn’t a fight anymore. It’s survival. A broken, breathless sound escapes me, barely even recognizable as a voice. Then a deep bellowing roar from deep within you, followed by a feeling of pressure in my guts. You withdraw with the same brute force as you entered me. The pressure vanishes so suddenly it almost doesn’t register. My legs drop back to the floor, heavy, lifeless. For a second I just lie there, stunned, my body not catching up with what’s changed. Then the pain hits properly. It floods through me, sharp and electric, racing up and down my spine in violent waves. My muscles won’t respond. My limbs feel distant, numb in places, tingling in others. Wrong. Everything feels wrong. I try to move. Nothing. Panic surges again, stronger than before, clawing its way up my throat. I force my head to tilt, just enough to look up at you. My vision blurs with tears I can’t hold back now. Not from fear. Not even from pain. From the realization. I search your face for something. Anything. A flicker of hesitation. Regret. Mercy. There’s nothing there. Not even a hint. But then a new sensation and the instant realization that this isn't over. I can feel your foot massaging my cock. Forcing it to grow against my will. Encouraging me to cum again. "Why?". I'm not even sure if you are registering my words but they go ignored. And once again my body tenses as my balls furiously produce more cum. It makes the pain along my spine amplify for a moment. Release. Cum dribbles from my cock. Not enough energy to shoot again. It's a dribble. A metaphor for how I feel. Not a powerful flow anymore, but a feeble trickle.

DREAM BREAKER:

You ejaculate against the sole of my foot, sobbing incoherently as you writhe on the floor. I lift my foot off your cum-stained cock, which glows red with irritation, and place it on your head. “You didn’t get to taste your own harvest before, but now you have a great opportunity to do so as you lick the soles of my feet clean, boy!” I shove my massive size 48 foot onto your lips and pretend to sway as if I’m losing my balance. “We don’t want to hurt your handsome face, do we?” My laughter fills the damp basement room until I fall silent. Only the monotonous sound of a dripping faucet breaks the silence. “Are you still awake?”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I try to speak, but the words never make it out. Your foot comes down on my face, sudden and crushing. My own cum forces it's way between my lips. The salty taste offends my tongue. I jerk beneath for foot, a weak, instinctive struggle, but the pressure only increases. Heavier. Firmer. My mouth is sealed, my nose half blocked. Air disappears. Panic detonates. I can’t breathe. You shift slightly, adjusting, and I realise it isn’t an accident. This is deliberate. Controlled. You’re forcing it. Forcing me under again. No. Somewhere deep inside, something snaps awake. A last, desperate surge. Not strength. Not confidence. Just refusal. I reach up, both hands locking onto your ankle, and twist. Hard. Everything I’ve got left goes into it as I drive upward at the same time. For a split second, nothing happens. Then your balance breaks. Your weight shifts, your footing slips, and you stumble back just enough. Enough is all I need. I roll, scramble, force my body up despite the screaming protest in my spine. My legs barely feel like mine, but they move. They move. That’s all that matters. I bolt. Straight for the door. No plan. No thought. Just escape. This is it. My only chance. And I’m taking it.

DREAM BREAKER:

I stumble backward, trying not to fall flat on my ass, as I see you rushing toward the locked door. I quickly regain my balance, though, and decide to approach you with calm determination, even taking a few arrogant steps. “Are you in a hurry to get somewhere? We’ve only just gotten started!” I step behind you and wrap my arms tightly around your waist, lifting you into the air as my cock slides over your ass cheeks. Your legs flail wildly in the air as I suddenly lift your entire body high into the air and throw you over my head with a suplex, landing behind my back. I hear a disgusting thud as you crash down with all your weight onto the damp concrete floor. I turn to face you, smiling, “Did that hurt, boy?”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My hand slams onto the handle and yanks. Nothing. I pull again, harder this time, panic flooding every movement. Still nothing. Locked. “No...no... no...” I don’t even finish the thought. Your arms clamp around my waist and haul me clean off the ground like I weigh nothing. My entire torso is swallowed up by your gargantuan arms. Two boa constrictors controlling their prey. My arms are pinned tight to my sides, trapped, useless. I kick wildly, legs snapping out with everything I’ve got left, but it’s like striking at stone. You don’t even shift. For a moment, everything slows. I feel it before I understand it. The way your body moves. The way you set your weight. This isn’t random. This is deliberate. You arch back, and I’m lifted higher, my body stretched out, completely at your mercy. There’s a split second where I know exactly what’s coming. And I can’t stop it. You drop. Hard. The impact detonates through me. A sickening, crushing jolt that feels like it goes straight through my spine. Something gives. Something deep and vital. A sound tears out of me, low and broken, dragged up from somewhere I didn’t know I had. Then nothing moves. Your arms let go like I’m already done, and you’re back on your feet, untouched, steady. I’m not. I’m just… there. Folded. Crumpled. Breathing, somehow, but that’s about it. Pain floods everything. It’s not sharp anymore. Not just in one place. It’s everywhere. All at once. Drowning out thought, drowning out fear, drowning out anything that isn’t it. I try to move. I can’t. All that’s left is the pain.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Come on, don't sulk—we were just starting to have fun. I get to my feet and move behind you, speaking to you calmly. "Get up, handsome—that floor is hard and dirty where you’re lying." You begin to rise slowly, first onto your knees, then carefully stand up as I slide my other arm under your armpit, locking it behind your neck. Your head sinks deep into my musk-scented armpit, my sweaty armpit, as my other hand squeezes your throat. I pull your torso backward and lower myself onto the floor on my back, pulling you down with me. You struggle surprisingly hard until I wrap my legs around your waist, locking my ankles in front of your balls. “Lovely, isn’t it?” I whisper in your ear as I press my cock against your tight buttocks, tightening my grip on you. “This hold puts dragons to sleep, but first they spit fire.”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I have no idea what’s happening anymore. Your arms wrap around me again, locking me in, taking control of every part of my body. I try to fight it, to brace, to resist, but it makes no difference. None at all. It’s like I’ve been reduced to something you can just… position. Move. Control. The more I struggle, the worse it gets. The hold tightens. Shifts. Becomes something more complex, more deliberate. Every attempt to break free just feeds into it, gives you something else to work with. Panic kicks in hard now, full and uncontrollable. I thrash, twist, try anything, but it only makes your grip clamp down tighter. I can’t even tell where I am anymore. Up. Down. Sideways. It all blurs together. My sense of space is gone, replaced by pressure from every direction. The overpowering scent of masculinity confuses my senses, fills my lungs, and torments my mind. My body is being bent, folded, held in ways it shouldn’t be. Your arms and legs coil around me, locking me in completely. Not just strong. Precise. Like every movement has a purpose, every position chosen. A vice. No… worse than that. Something alive. Something that adjusts every time I try to move. Your voice cuts through the chaos, low and steady, right by my ear. “A dragon sleeper.” The name barely registers. It doesn’t matter what you call it. All I know is what it feels like. Crushing. Unrelenting. Final. If it had a better name, it would be something simpler. Something honest. "bone breaker".

DREAM BREAKER:

"What is it, monkey man? Don't you like this position? Not comfortable?" I keep on whispering into your ear as my heels drill deep into your groin while my slides between your tight ass cheeks. "Fucking hell, what a hot tight crack you have; you could snap a thinner cock just by squeezing your buttocks. " I try to sound funny but don't get any reaction from you, not even the slightest chuckle. "Ok , ok. Let's try something else then. I release your waist from my pythons as I pull them away from your waist, pushing you down to the floor. I spring up surprisingly nimbly, considering my size and grab you by your neck . "I am sure you will love this one" Sliding both of my arms under your armpits and locking my hands behind your neck I pull your body tightly against mine. My leaking cock enters between your legs , "What about this? Any better?"

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I don’t understand how you’re doing this. There’s no pause. No reset. One hold just… becomes another. Seamless. Like you’re already three steps ahead of anything I try. Each shift tighter, harsher, more punishing than the last. I can’t keep up. My body’s just reacting now. Too slow. Too weak. Then I feel it. This one I recognize. The position snaps into place before I can stop it. My arms are dragged up and back, wrenched behind me, shoulders screaming as they’re forced higher than they should ever go. Your grip locks in, forearms like iron bars pinning everything in place. A full nelson. Only worse. My feet dangle off the ground, legs hanging uselessly as you lift, taking even that last bit of balance away from me. My spine arches under the pressure, chest forced forward, shoulders pulled back so far it feels like they might tear free. Pain surges, sharp and immediate. I try to brace for it, try to tense, to prepare for the pressure I know is coming. It doesn’t help. Nothing helps. You tighten the hold, just a fraction, and it’s enough to send a fresh wave of agony through me. My arms feel like they’re being dragged out of their sockets, nerves firing, muscles straining against something they can’t overcome. I gasp, the sound thin, broken. I know this hold. I know what it can do. And in your hands… it’s something else entirely. Your cock separates my thighs, pushing through and lifting my cock with it. My cock and balls rest on the thick cock pushing them up. And in a moment of pure madness my brain decides to resist you. "I'll kill you for this!" I hiss through the pain

DREAM BREAKER:

“I can do even better, don’t worry, boy,” I whisper in your ear as I lift your body higher and higher until my stiff cock rises from between your legs like a missile, shooting straight for your target between your tight buttocks. I lower your body, letting my eager cock dig deeper into your treasure cave like a treasure hunter. The position is surely a bit uncomfortable for you because your feet wrap around my hips from behind, seeking support as I begin to lift and lower your body up and down around my throbbing cock. You’re screaming something—most likely out of happiness or your approaching orgasm—but I can’t make out your words.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

A broken sound tears out of me as you shift the hold again. Not just tighter. Different. The pressure changes, angles shifting, forcing my body into something even worse. Your cock tears into me again, only much more painfully and deeply in this position. My legs jerk up on instinct, trying to find leverage, trying to hook, to push, to lift myself out of it. It doesn’t work. Nothing works. I strain anyway, every muscle firing in a last, desperate attempt to resist. My body trembles under the effort, but you don’t stop, pushing every inch deeper inside me. I know I should stop. Know I’m only making it worse. But I can’t just give in. A few words spill out, slurred, broken, barely forming anything coherent. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. A protest. A plea. Maybe both. It doesn’t matter. You tighten again and somehow manage to get even deeper in me. The motion becomes harsher. More forceful. Each thrust sending fresh shockwaves through my body, rattling what little control I have left. My breath stutters, vision blurring at the edges as everything builds, faster and heavier. Too much. It’s all too much. And still… you don’t stop.

DREAM BREAKER:

At some point, completely unnoticed by me, it happens: we become one flesh. There is no you, no me—only one pulsating mass of flesh. My testicles rise to the top of my scrotum, as if wanting to join our union, as I empty their thick load, filling your insides with several spurts. Your narrow, blood-dripping cavity soon fills up and begins to ooze a mixture of blood and semen down the shaft of my cock from the torn walls of your opening. I remove my hand from the back of your neck, releasing you from my grip and letting your body fall briefly to the ground until I take a firm hold of your throat, squeezing it and lifting you into the air as your legs kick frantically at the air.

My other hand wraps around your hips and grabs hold of your cock and balls, cupping them in my large palm. I strangle you with one hand, hanging you in the air for a long time and slowly tightening my grip until, at some point, you can no longer breathe. My other hand continues to crush your soft cock and your small, sensitive balls in my fist, eventually smashing them with a wet thud, rendering them useless. “Did you cum too?” I whisper in your ear as I feel the pulp of your mangled balls oozing from my fist. Time stands still, and finally I let go of you, moving both my hands to either side of your head. You’re still dangling in the air when my arms suddenly turn your head to look back at my face, glowing with happiness. The movement is quick; the angle is too sharp. Your eyes widen for a moment, and then their light fades as your neck snaps. You’re so cute lying there motionless, like a little stuffed animal. I turn you over, holding you tightly.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I’ve got nothing left. No strength. No plan. No fight. My body hangs there, spent, barely responding, like it’s already given up even if my mind hasn’t quite caught up yet. Even as you drop me to the ground, my body doesn't try to lessen the impact. Like a rag doll, I lay on the floor, broken, bleeding, leaking! Then your hand closes around my neck. Something flickers back to life. A weak, instinctive resistance. My legs kick out, erratic and uncontrolled as you lift me. The room feels distant, like it’s falling away, leaving just the two of us. And for a split second, something connects. A cold, sharp understanding that cuts through everything else. I know what you’re about to do. Your grip tightens, just enough to stop my breathing. I try to make a sound, anything, but it comes out thin and broken, barely there. And you don’t rush. That’s the worst part. You don’t need to. Your other hand snakes down and gathers my cock and balls into your grip. Quickly, powerfully you destroy my masculinity. Being unable to scream makes the pain even greater. And in that very moment my psyche shatters. Broken beyond repair, just as my genitals and beyond saving. Your grip changes and then snap. My head twists far faster and far further than is humanly possible. Your face is the last thing I see. Your handsome, smiling face burnt onto my retina. Then nothing. Nothing ever again. Even though I am no longer alive, you talk to me like a loved one who you are saying goodbye to. Your words cutting through the sound of bones breaking as you crush my limp body. Nothing but my remains smushed against your huge, powerful body.

DREAM BREAKER:

“We had so much fun,” I say to your lifeless face as your ribs snap one after another in my tender embrace of death. We stay in each other’s arms for a long time, maybe half an hour, maybe longer, until I finally lay you down on the ground and drag your body into a deep, dark pit at the back of the basement room. But you won’t be alone; you’ll have company—the mailman, a young police sergeant, the pizza delivery boy....

Published: 2026-03-28, viewed 159 times.