THE HIGH TABLE

MUSCLE MARINE:

I was casually relaxing at home when the door swings wide open, and Alex, my best friend walks in on me, enraged, fueled, attacking me. I shove him back, asking him to calm down and explain himself. Weirdly enough, he listens, sits down, and has a long chat with me - through which I learn that some cocky arrogant punk has lied to him, telling him I put his head as bounty. "I certainly did not. That won't stand." Gregory will pay... "I have just the thing for him..."

I contact one of the best fighters I know - a huge black brutal ruthless muscle machine - who will not only be happy to break this white cocky bitch, but actually turn him into one. Bako is the best out there, and to my luck, he didn't need much convincing... He accepted it.

I call up Gregory and set up a meeting for us to talk and settle things... At a local secluded bar where, after hours, no one will get in our way.

BAKOF:

I sit at the table, listening , but most of all observing that tough looking soldier guy sitting next to muscle marine. i would cant wait to put my hands on him and beat up the tough acting guy badly. "how you want this? street fight? a cage? i am open to any", i laugh loud as i stare at gregory

GREGORY FIGHT:

I stand before you, arrogant and proud... my name is Gregory, I am a French legionnaire... tight-fitting fatigues, a tank top, and combat boots on my feet... I answered your call, Marine

BAKOF:

I’m staying in the background to watch the conversation between Muscle Marine and the legionnaire, waiting for the right moment to show the Frenchman the power of the anaconda

GREGORY FIGHT:

I’m flexing my muscles... I’ve always admired MM; he’s an alpha I want to serve... I can be one of his best fighters... he knows I have no scruples

MUSCLE MARINE:

I step closer to you... "You wanted to cause me trouble with Alex, is that it?" I grab your package and pull you toward me. "I have a challenge for you. The black guy behind me is the only one who’s ever been able to take down Alex and me. If you manage to beat him... you can ask for whatever you want..." I smile at you. "Deal?"

GREGORY FIGHT:

I clench my teeth when you take the package from me... but you can see I’m not whining... on the contrary, you see my muscles tensing... almost smiling... so what’s the deal... sir?

MUSCLE MARINE:

I let go of you and turn you toward the big black guy, BAKOF. “Him. Beat him, and you can have whatever you want.” I see BAKO get up from his chair and down his drink in one gulp. His muscles tense and ripple beneath his tight T-shirt.

BAKOF:

A mischievous smile spreads across my face as I stand up and grab my crotch. “Deal. If you beat me, you can fuck me or do whatever you want. Where do you want to settle this?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take a step to the side and sit down on a chair in front of the club’s dance floor. “No better place than here…” I pick up my glass and take a sip.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Hey Bakof, you’re totally my type... and giving you a beating will be a pleasure... I rip off my tank top, revealing massive pecs and a six-pack

BAKOF:

I chuckle mockingly, winking at the muscle-bound guy. “You owe me a favor after this.” " I take off my shirt, keeping only my tight jeans, which do nothing to hide the outline of my massive cock. I see you staring at my package. "Want to taste it? You'll get your chance soon. Show me what you can do, legionnaire!"

GREGORY FIGHT:

That’s true, you’ve got some equipment. I hope you get hard when we fuck you... I flex my muscles and look at MM

BAKOF:

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping for when my 12-inch anaconda wraps around your legionnaire ass,” I say with a laugh as I grab you by the throat to lift you into the air. “Show me what you’re capable of, little man.”

As your legs flail in the air, I turn my head to look at Marine-man, who’s stroking his fly while watching us. I give him a wink, then turn back to look at you. I slide my free hand between your legs and squeeze your package firmly. “I’ve been told that legionnaires love having their balls stroked.”

GREGORY FIGHT:

I’m resisting.... go ahead, touch my dick, man.... soon you’ll be begging for it... but you’re making a mistake. My free hands land two strikes on your temples, forcing you to let go, and I unleash a series of punches into your abs

BAKOF:

I realize right away that you’re an experienced fighter when you aim for my temples. I loosen my grip on your throat and let you go, letting you fall back to your feet. I stumble from the blow to my temple as I straighten up. You picked the wrong target by aiming for my sculpted abs. I smile, revealing my big, pearl-white teeth, as I wrap my arm around the back of your neck and pull you toward me to drive my knee into your groin. “With those balls, you’ll never fuck again.”

GREGORY FIGHT:

You’re predictable, man… you pull me toward you, but I brace myself against your shoulders and jump so my knee smashes your nose… you’ve run into a real warrior, believe me…

BAKOF:

Your knee hits my nose hard, making it bleed, and the blood runs into my mouth. But before you even have time to put your knee back on the ground, my left hand grabs your testicles, squeezing and twisting them as if I wanted to crush them in my fist. The taste of blood in my mouth drives me to ram my elbow into your ribs again and again, while my grip tightens on your balls. “I like the way you fight, little man.” I hear MM panting behind me. He seems to be enjoying our little scuffle.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Damn, you only know how to fight by aiming for the balls... well, too bad for you, I’m putting both my thumbs on your eyes and pushing... the left one....

BAKOF:

What an idiot. My fist comes down on your chin from below while I brush your hand away from my eyes with a flick of my free arm. My forehead smashes full force into your face, breaking your nose.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Oohhhhh, damn, you fight like a dog... I'm pissing blood... but you can see I'm still standing... come on, come on, savage

BAKOF:

I’m coming, I’m coming, and I’m coming at full speed. I spin around and deliver a high kick, driving my foot into your chest

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ugh, you’re powerful... that blow to my chest sends me straight to the ground... but your power motivates me... I get back up... calmly... and I keep taunting you... that’s it... I can see you’re hard as a rock...

BAKOF:

Signs of fatigue are slowly starting to show on your face as you collapse to the ground, and instead of fighting back, you stare at my growing cock. I don’t give you time to be surprised any longer, but I wrap my other arm around your head, pressing my forehead against your face, while my knee smashes into your stomach.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ugh, fuck, you’re a brute... I’m resisting as best I can... your scent is intoxicating...

BAKOF:

You stagger on the ground, struggling to stay upright, while I slip behind you and wrap my arms around your throat. My anaconda wants to slip between your legs as I guide your swaying body toward Muscle Marine

GREGORY FIGHT:

Fuck, I’m totally at your mercy... and your cock is rubbing against my gorgeous ass crack... I look at Muscle Marine...

Mm, forgive me

BAKOF:

With my other hand, I pull down your pants and my anaconda sinks between your butt cheeks as we stop in front of the muscular marine. I increase the pressure on your neck. “Would you mind introducing us to your friend?”

GREGORY FIGHT:

Aaaargh, damn man, your dick

MUSCLE MARINE:

I sit up a little in my chair, and stretching out my arm, I grab the front of Gregory’s pants and pull them down, exposing his package. His cock struggles to break free. I slide my hand inside and pull it out—thick, hard, and wet. But I let go immediately when I feel his body go limp... I know exactly what’s happening. I look at BAKOF and realize he’s got his bull-sized cock buried deep in the poor legionnaire’s ass.

BAKOF:

“Do you want to give him some special attention, Gregory?” I whisper in your ear as I start to bring you to your knees

GREGORY FIGHT:

Yes, Bakof, please. I’M WATCHING MM, and in a moment of violence triggered by the black guy’s penetration, I kick MM violently in the balls

The kick is violent... very violent

BAKOF:

My eyes widen in surprise at the sudden turn of the fight as I bring you to your knees in front of Marine Man. I’m speechless when I see, among other things, his annoyed expression and his massive cock standing aggressively in the air.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Second kick to the balls of this powerful male

Your surprise frees me from your grip and your cock... and I position myself behind MM

I GRAB both his wrists and pull his arms back into a submission hold, my geox on his back... over to you, Bako

BAKOF:

A mischievous smile spreads across my face as I look at Gregory behind MM

MUSCLE MARINE:

I suddenly find myself pinned from behind, my arms locked. I don’t understand what’s happening. I look at Bakof with a curious, puzzled expression.

BAKOF:

I wink at Gregory as my right hook comes down on Marine Man´s jaw. But he turns his head just in time, dodging my punch, which hits Gregory—standing behind him—squarely in the cheek.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I dodge, duck, and see Bakof’s fist come down on Gregory, sending him tumbling backward.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ugh, I'm falling

I'm on the ground, I'm crawling, oh shit

MUSCLE MARINE:

I move to the side and make room for Bakof, who slowly makes his way toward you... like a predator. He flexes his pecs, and it’s an incredible sight. I take a seat on another chair, this time at the bar, to watch the rest of the fight...

GREGORY FIGHT:

Hey, I'm getting back up, ready to take on that muscle-bound Marine... You can see I'm not too shaken up by the first fight... Here I come

BAKOF:

I love the uncertainty. Gregory is ready to face the Marine—I don’t know why—when my job is to take him down. Or was the plan to go after the Marine instead? Gregory stands in front of the Marine, looking defiant, when I pivot and deliver a powerful side kick that hits him in the back of the neck.

The kick makes Gregory stagger, and he looks at me with a puzzled expression. “You wanted to get me on your side against that Marine. But surprise: you’re the target tonight,” I say mockingly.

GREGORY FIGHT:

You bunch of dogs... don’t think I’m going to let you push me around, even against two of you... I’m going to kick you hard in your big balls, BAKOF...

BAKOF:

“You’re so predictable, Gregory,” I say, laughing, before grabbing the ankle of the foot you’re stepping forward with and pulling you upward so you lose your balance and fall onto MM

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see Bako grab your ankle and pull you toward me. My hands grab your head, and I guide your face toward my crotch, rubbing your nose along my cock trapped in my jeans.

GREGORY FIGHT:

You bunch of bastards... I put my hands on your waist, MM... while Bako holds my ankle... with my free foot I try to kick him in the kneecap...

BAKOF:

Your kick lands on my muscular thigh and I snicker maliciously. “Take a Marine’s cock in your mouth, legionnaire,” I shout enthusiastically, grabbing Gregory’s head to bring his face closer to MM

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ugh, fuck... these two bastards think they can mess with me... I’ll admit they’re damn built...

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look at Bakof and make it clear he needs to give me some space. Pulling your head back a bit from my crotch, he gives me the chance to slip my hand into my jeans and pull out my beautiful bull cock, pointing it at your face. “Come on, my little whore. Suck it.”

GREGORY FIGHT:

Oh fucking hell... I’ll never be your whore... I spit in your face and, taking advantage of Bako’s excitement, I give him a direct kick to the balls

BAKOF:

This time, your kick catches me off guard and I fall to my knees, screaming in pain. “You fucking bitch, you’re going to pay dearly.” I ram my fist between your legs from behind, feeling my knuckles sink into your legionnaire’s ass. I struggle to my feet and rip off your pants, shoving my anaconda into the deep cleft between your buttocks.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ouahhhhhh your cock is tearing my ass apart... like a blade cutting me in two... eyes bulging, gasping...

BAKOF:

“Have you ever taken a cock over 12 inches in the ass, legionnaire?” I whisper in your ear as my hands grip your hips. “Take a Marine’s cock in your mouth and suck him dry.”

GREGORY FIGHT:

Nooooooo, fucking Q... I can only open my mouth wide... despite the humiliation, I’m hard... my muscles are tensing...

That dog BAKOF’s huge cock is pounding me like never before... I’m on the verge of choking... and MM’s cock is starting to ravage my mouth... fyyyyyyyuck

BAKOF:

I run my hands over your hips and grab your cock to start jerking it off in my hand, but with merciless strokes. “Don’t cum before the world championship, or I’ll snap your neck,” I whisper in your ear.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Hooooo fuck, you’re fucking me hard... what’s the World Championship?? Fuck my ass... your cock

You two are... bastards...

BAKOF:

I smile maliciously as I shove my 12-inch anaconda deep into your legionnaire’s ass, while the Marine shoves his big cock into your mouth. “Show me what you do best.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Fuck him hard, Bako." Holding Gregory’s head down on my cock. "He sucks well..." I moan loudly and throw my head back.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ugh, these two beasts are pounding my ass and mouth... but I’m going to show them how a legionnaire takes it... not like these two bastards, whom I’d fuck one after the other

MM, since you’re enjoying this, I’ll grab your ass and shove my two middle fingers into your manhole...

BAKOF:

My laughter fills the room as I shove my anaconda deeper and deeper. My hands wrap around your head in a tight grip as I force you to take Marine’s cock all the way down your throat. “Suck it until it’s empty!”

GREGORY FIGHT:

Rhhhhaaaaaazz, impressive.... my body is in a trance... totally possessed

MUSCLE MARINE:

I release your head and lower my hands to grab your fingers... pulling them out of my ass. I twist your arms behind you and pin them to your back. “You little wimp. You’re going to pay dearly, and you’re going to say your last prayers right there.”

GREGORY FIGHT:

Ohhhh man, I’m sorry... but I don’t deserve this... I just want to serve by your side, you know that

I’m sucking you greedily, MM... and my dick’s jerking off like crazy to BAKOF

I want to be your fighting dog... even if you have to fuck me morning and night

BAKOF:

“Little legionnaire, you’ve got the tightest ass I’ve fucked today,” I say mockingly as I watch Marine’s cock sink deep into your mouth. “It’s time to cum, to fill you with the cream of my anaconda,” I chuckle, and my whole body arches as I erupt like a volcano inside you.

GREGORY FIGHT:

Oaaaaaaahhh fuck thank you BAKOF..... my insides are filling with your seed.... and I suck without limit Mm

BAKOF:

At the same time, my arms tighten around your head. I feel Marine’s cum gushing deep into your throat, pouring like a geyser into your mouth, while I suddenly make a quick, unexpected movement with my hands, yanking your head sharply to the left, then almost immediately to the right, in a nearly 180-degree motion.

Your body jerks, as if seized by a seizure, while all three of us hear a loud crack as your neck snaps. But you, little legionnaire, will never know what caused that cracking sound as you collapse, lifeless, onto Marine.

GREGORY FIGHT: Dead