THE HIGH TABLE

The sold-out arena buzzed with raw anticipation under harsh overhead lights. The ring was a stark, unforgivin square of canvas surrounded by roaring spectators—all men—packed shoulder-to-shoulder, chantin and jeerin as the no-holds-barred (NHB) match was announced. No gloves, no rules beyond the final bell or a forced submission. One man would walk out the victor only when the other tapped out or verbally submitted. No outside interference. Anythin could happen. Pure, brutal combat between two very different warriors.

In the blue corner stood Dan Freyr, the 45-year-old veteran from the USA. At 5'9" and 186 pounds, he was a compact, battle-hardened tank of a man. His bald head gleamed under the lights, offset by a thick ginger moustache and full beard that gave him a fierce, grizzled look. His body was a testament to years of heavy iron and hard living: heavily tattooed, thickly hairy across his powerful chest, shoulders, and back, with a massive 49" chest taperin to a tight 33" waist. His 18" biceps bulged like cannonballs, and his 20" thighs looked carved from stone. Between his legs swung a heavy 9-inch uncut cock with a thick Prince Albert piercing glinting at the tip, paired with big, low-hangin balls that swayed as he paced the ring like a caged bear, eyes locked on his opponent with cold, experienced intensity.

Across the ring in the red corner was Manchester Muscle, the 21-year-old risin star. Standing 6'1" and weighing 220 pounds, he was the picture of youthful power—tall, leaner but densely muscled, with curly brown hair and a clean-shaven, boyish face that contrasted sharply with the raw masculinity on display. His smooth, hairless body showcased a sculpted 44" chest, 34" waist, 14" biceps, and powerful 17" thighs. His long 10-inch cock and big balls hung heavy and proud between his thick legs, bouncin slightly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, smirkin with the cocky confidence of someone who believed age and experience meant nothing against raw size and speed.

The referee stood between them, barkin the rules one last time: "Submission or tap only. Fight until one man gives. No ref stops unless it's life or death. Gentlemen… fight!"

The bell rang.

Manchester Muscle

the bell rings out and I know I have to be fast and clever here tonight or I’ll get eaten alive, I dive in for a collar and elbow lock up but not wanting to be predictable or readable instead of keeping it there and turning it into a test of power I quickly slide behind you and pull you back towards me in a full nelson as I push your head down onto your chest .............

This is a private room. The room expires if all members close the room.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I charge out quick and we lock up for that collar and elbow...know this lad is fast and quick...fuckin hot body and nice muscle...but just as we lock up ya move behind me...whaaaaaaaaaa...them arms under mine lockin in that full nelson...forcin my head down...gotta admit yer good...I flex my big guns hard then PUSHHHHHHHH down into yer arms...twistin my body back and forth...push back into ya tryin to move us to the ropes

Manchester Muscle

I feel the raw power of this guy and realise trying to go toe to toe with him might not work here tonight and I’ll have to fight clever, as he struggles he’s moving us back towards the corner, that’s a dangerous place to be with a big man so as he shoves back I suddenly let go of him and as he brings his head up I move to his side and land a pec chop right across his chest ...........

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

movin us back...gotta slow this young stud down...I push back HARD aimin to shove yer back in the corner but ya let go before we get there...this powerhouse is smart...gotta be careful...I twist around and...UUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...that pec shop SMACKIN my chest...I answer that with a big FOREARM across yer big pecs...them hot yellow trunks lookin damn good but we aint here for a fashion show...I grab yer head in my right arm and pull it into my side...holdin it there I SLAM a forearm down across yer back...

Manchester Muscle

taking a big forearm across my chest , makes me wake up hard as it stings, then pulled in tight and take a forearm across my back, my knees drop to the canvass and I’m still in your grip so I reach out, trying to get my arms round your legs to take you down as I push my weight in towards you ..........

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

still have that arm round yer head as ya drop to yer knees...squeezin my arm inn tight...ya grab my legs and YANK...fuck he's damn good and strong...yer weight drivin in and pullin my legs out....land on my ass lettin yer head go but roll away and get back up to one knee...rollin my shoulders...then LUNGE in from that knee...aimin a headbutt at yer abs....

Manchester Muscle

I’m still straightening up as you dive in your head slamming into my abs as we both fall, I land on my back and your near my feet, I quickly clamp my legs around your waist , locking you in place and then I lean up and aim a forearm for the side of your face ...

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I follow thru and SHOOT up...my hands grabbin yer shoulders as I bring my head down aimin a headbutt at yer face...but yer legs CLAMP in fast...ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH...that forearm STRIKIN the side of my face....UUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...rockin my head to one side...gotta get outta these legs...reach a hand up and RAKE yer face with it....

Manchester Muscle

fucker I yell out as you rake my face and I drop my upper body flat to the canvass, to try and clear my head, but as I do I clamp tighter with my legs, even lifting my ass into the air slightly to try and add more pressure , then I sit up again aiming for another forearm smash to land into your face once more ...

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

that rake dint get me free of them legs...aw fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...yer legs CLAMPIN into my sides...howlin in pain...I grab at yer legs but they aint budgin...I SLAM my hands down on yer pecs hard...double pec claw drivin my fingers into the muscle...gotta get free of these....UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...that forearm smash to my face ROCKIN my head hard...spit sprayin out my mouth...lower lip split open from that....

Manchester Muscle

the forearm stuns you just enough for me to be able to release you and roll away safely, knowing that wasn’t a good position to be in and knowing I’ve got to concentrate and be on my best game here tonight, need to impress this crowd and feel it better to slightly retreat than leave myself open , back on my feet I see you getting up once more, I move cautiously , and then I step forward driving my boot down towards your knee cap ......

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I fall to the canvas face down as ya let go...my mouth throbbin...I raise up on all fours and see ya across the ring...start to raise up...get to my feet...shakin my head and...UUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH...don’t see that boot til too late as it SLAMS into my kneecap....knockin that leg out as I stumble back into the far corner...grabbin the ropes to steady myself...that knee throbbin with pain...fuckkkkkkkkkkkk...gotta slow this man down...and I aint about to go down easy...I test that knee and it seems ok...move along the ropes keepin my eyes on ya....

Manchester Muscle

I move around the ring like a panther waiting to pounce, I’m sweating already but that doesn’t worry me too much, I move in closer and I put an arm into the air and hoping you’ll take it so we can see who’s stronger......I watch your eyes carefully and I think you’re a bit shocked that id test my power with you like this and I see your hand move slightly, ...............that’s it ..........that’s my cue...............the moment your hand moves I swing my leg round hard as hell and kick you in the thigh on the same leg as the knee I just went after ............

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

that muscled body of yers sweatin...mine as well...fuckkkkk...could I actually be outta my league here against the new young hotshot? my leg and knee are ok...I see ya come in closer...that arm up...challengin me…but I aint sure about that...my eyes locked on yers...not sure if I oughta accept that arm challenge...I let go of the ropes but not to meet that arm...I swing a hard right closed fist aimed at yer face...maybe some good old fashioned fist fightin will slow ya down...but that fist never makes it as yer boot SLAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS into my thigh on that leg.....AAAAAAAWWWWWFFFFFFFGHHHHHHHHHHHH...the toe drivin into my thigh sendin pain shootin up and down it...it crumples out from under me and I drop the canvas grabbin it rollin in pain....

Manchester Muscle

I see you go down and having spotted the clenched fist, feel I got a lucky escape there and I’m gonna have to watch you carefully...........seeing you go down as you groan out I move round your carefully and as you roll onto your back I drop down hard, ..........driving my knee right into your forehead, before stepping back ...

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

rollin on the canvas holdin that leg...a bruise already formin where that boot hit...I try and roll to the ropes and slide outta the ring to get some time to recover and find a way to fight back...but yer havin none of it....UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...that knee DRIVIN into my forehead hard...openin a cut in across it down to one eyebrow...ROARIN out in pain as the blood streams out....in a world of hurt here and dazed...

Manchester Muscle

seeing the blood on your head and above your eye, drives me on and I think fast, as your still on the canvass, I suddenly move in, ..........kneeling over your and sending a flurry of fists right down onto that cut, trying to open it up, not only to punish you and make it hurt more but in the hope that if the blood runs into your eye that will make it harder for you to focus on what’s going on, but after landing my quick flurry of fists I move back, knowing better than to hang around too long , and I push back and get back to my feet, heart racing ..... as I watch your reaction ...........

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I just caint move fast enough to stay outta yer way...the blood runnin out...my face masked in crimson now...my legs nearly outta action...yer on me double quick...rainin blows into that cut...blood sprayin out onto yer sweaty body...my head bouncin up and down...the blood in my eyes and down my face...puddlin on the canvas as well...ya stop and move back but there's no reason...my eyes open but covered by red haze...glassy and starin up as I try and move but all I can is lay there and wait for the end....

Manchester Muscle

seeing you not getting up I’m determined not to back off and I move in again I jump into the air and drive my boot down onto the side of your head............as you recoil from the vicious shot , I move behind you, .... I pull you up into a sitting position and kneeling behind you I wrap my arm around your neck, I clamp it in place with my other arm, I squeeze as tight as I can, then I drop back, pulling you on top of me as I wrap my legs round your waist and lock you into place, as I flex my biceps down hard and punish that neck .......

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

that boot DRIVIN into the side of my head...openin a cut in my temple up now...even as ya move behind me and pull me up and into ya and drop back wrappin yer arms and legs around me tight...I’m already out cold from the brutal attacks to my head and leg...bein sleepered and scissored tight by ya...but my arms and legs floppin as ya drop back let ya know that I’m out cold and beaten...

Manchester Muscle

someone check him I shout, not prepared to let go until its official, I don’t know if you’re playing with me or if I’ve actually managed to knock you out, ..............an official checks you , seeing your arm drop and rings for the bell, I jump up , punching the air, delighted that I’ve won and won by a knockout , but seeing you still out on the canvass, I grab a towel from the corner and wipe your face , bringing you round and making sure you’ve no blood in your throat as I sit you up, ...................

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

out cold as the bell rings...destroyed by this young muscle stud...the ref calls for the medics and a stretcher...I come to slowly but it’s obvious I aint goin nowhere without help...they load me onto the stretcher as the crowd cheers yer win and yer name...I stop the medics as they move to get me outta the ring...caint see ya clearly but I grab yer forearm and gasp..."good...win...champ..." then I pass out again as they carry me out....

Manchester Muscle

seeing you being carried away on a stretcher somehow takes the edge of the win slightly , but I wave to the crowd who are chanting my name and I know I sent a message to all those watching and that’s what I needed to do

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

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Published: 2026-04-09, viewed 86 times.