THE HIGH TABLE

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

Friday nights are where the real money’s made. Bigger crowds, more drinks, looser awareness. Easy pickings if you know what you’re doing. And I do. Tonight’s been solid. Five phones already, and one of them’s the newest iPhone. That alone will pay nicely. I’m in the zone, riding the rhythm of it, eyes constantly scanning for the next opportunity. Then I spot him. Alone in the alley behind the bar, back turned, relieving himself against the wall. Perfect. At just over five foot and barely 140 pounds, I’ve built a career on being invisible. Quiet steps, controlled breathing, in and out before anyone even knows I was there. I close the distance, slide a hand toward his pocket, smooth as ever. And then everything goes wrong. “Oi—!” Shit. He spins faster than I expect. A heavy backhand clips the side of my head, snapping it sideways. My balance goes with it. I stagger, vision blurring for a split second, and my bag of stolen phones slips from my grip. It hits the ground with a dull, traitorous thud. Fuck.

DREAM BREAKER:

On a summer Friday night, people drink too much and let their guard down—the perfect opportunity for petty thieves. Most thefts happen on Friday nights just as the bars are closing their doors, especially in dark back alleys where drunk men somehow end up—maybe to have sex, maybe to take a piss. A place like this is a prime opportunity for a cop like me to catch thieves in the act, and sometimes, I’ll admit, the evening might bring a little extra excitement. I chuckle at the thought and rub my bulge lightly as I take my baton from my belt and step into the dimly lit alleys. Almost as soon as I arrive, I hear screams coming from somewhere nearby. With quick steps, I approach the sound and see you, your face red, picking something up off the ground.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

He’s still mid-stream, cock out, swaying slightly. Drunk. That hit was luck, nothing more. Being small makes me easy to knock back. It doesn’t make me weak. I don’t think. I react. I launch forward, driving my shoulder straight into his stomach. The air blasts out of him as he stumbles back, his skull cracking against the wall on the way down. He hits the ground hard. I’m on him instantly. My fists start flying. No plan. No control. Just raw instinct taking over. Each punch lands heavier than the last, dull thuds turning wet as his resistance fades. He tries to bring his arms up, but it’s too late. After a few brutal hits, his body goes slack. Out cold. Silence. Then reality snaps back in. A scream cuts through the alley. Sharp, panicked. I glance up. A woman at the end of the alley, eyes wide, yelling like she’s seen a murder. Probably his girlfriend. Brilliant. I look down at the ground. The bag. The phones. Not worth it. I’m already moving. I sprint down the alley, boots slapping against concrete, take a sharp left, then another quick right. My lungs are burning, breaths coming fast and ragged... and then something stops me. Footsteps. Close. Just around the corner ahead. I freeze, chest heaving, ears straining. No time to think. I scan the alley. Nowhere to go. No doors. No shadows deep enough. No bins. Nothing. Of course. No bloody dumpster when you actually need one. Then I see the outline. Your outline. A man. A big man. A policeman! Fuck. I reach down for anything to use as a weapon. A small, broken piece of wood. It will do. A makeshift dagger.

DREAM BREAKER:

A young man is lying unconscious on the ground. Blood is flowing from his head, but he’s still alive. His hysterical girlfriend’s speech is confused, but I can mostly make out what happened. There are numerous phones on the ground, which were most likely dropped by the fleeing thief, whose description the young woman is finally able to give after calming down a bit. I know immediately who it is: Monkey! I arrange for help to be sent to the robbed man and set off after Monkey in the direction indicated by his girlfriend; the idiot has chosen a dead end—you’re in trouble, Monkey!

 I don't need to run because there are no exits along that alley; the doors leading to it are the back entrances of businesses, sturdy and tightly locked on Friday night—Monkey doesn't have the slightest chance of escaping. When I reach the dead end, I see you immediately—and why wouldn’t I? There isn’t a single hiding spot in this part of the alley to hide in. You’re pacing nervously, as if searching for a miracle that could save you from meeting me. “Hey Monkey, it’s been a few months since we last met. I thought you promised back then that you’d turn your life around, but here you are again in these alleys. Didn’t I tell you last time that next time you wouldn’t get off so easily? Do you remember?” I step closer to you and put my hand on your shoulder. “Empty your pockets, boy!”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

“Great. Of all people… it had to be you, Officer Dipshit” I mutter, the sarcasm doing a poor job of hiding the drop in my stomach. You fill the alley like a wall in uniform. Same as always. Same problem I’ve never been able to solve. “I’m not going back inside, you know that, right.” Not a question. Never was. Your grip tightens on my shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to remind me who’s in control. But your focus is in the wrong place. It’s not that hand you should be worried about. My other arm stays low, tucked behind my back, wrapped around the rough edge of a broken bit of wood. Crude. Jagged. Good enough. For a split second, I’m close enough to feel the heat off you, close enough that my head barely reaches your chest. There’s a flicker of something almost ridiculous in my mind… a version of this where none of it’s like this. Yeah. Not this world, but a world where we're passionate lovers... not this world. I already know how this ends if I try to outmuscle you. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. So I don’t. I move. Fast. My hand snaps forward from behind my back, the splintered wood dragging hard across your lower torso. Fabric gives way first with a sharp rip, then skin. Not deep enough to end it, but enough. Enough to break your grip. Your hand slackens instantly, the pressure on my shoulder gone as your body reacts on instinct. And just like that, the balance shifts.

DREAM BREAKER:

The expression on your face suddenly turns into a kind of grimace. At first, I don’t understand what’s going through your mind until I feel my skin and the surface tissue of my stomach tearing. I loosen my grip on your shoulder, finally moving my hand away to press against the bleeding wound on my abs. My eyes blaze with fire as I grab your wrist—the hand holding the splinter of wood—bending it until you drop your improvised weapon onto the street. My other palm slaps your face, violently jerking your head to the side as I grab you by the collar and shove your small body against the brick wall. I try to calm myself down; I don’t want rage to blind my actions—I’m a cop! I start lifting your light body up into the air, sliding your back against the wall until our eyes meet. Your feet kick the air. “What the fuck did you think you were doing? Did you think you could take me down with a little wooden stick? I already warned you last time to stay out of trouble, and what do you do? You go looking for more! What do you want me to do with you when reason doesn’t seem to work on you!” I shout in your face, my face red with rage.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

You should be on your knees. That’s how this is supposed to go. You fold, you shout for backup, you lose control for just long enough for me to slip away. But you don’t. Your hand clamps over the wound, pressure firm, controlled. No panic. No hesitation. The other hand moves just as fast. My grip is broken, the splintered wood ripped away like it never mattered. And then I’m airborne. My back slams into the wall, the impact rattling through my spine as my feet leave the ground. I’m pinned there, completely at your mercy, your forearm across my chest like a steel bar. Your arm tightens, muscle swelling against the fabric, sleeve straining like it might give up before you do. I react without thinking. My fists hammer down onto your forearm. Once. Twice. Three times. Solid hits, all of them. Nothing. Not even a shift. I freeze for a fraction of a second, breath catching, and that’s when I make the mistake of looking at you properly. Your eyes. Not just angry. Not controlled. There’s something else in there now. Something heavier. Sharper. Rage. And suddenly, for the first time tonight… I’m not so sure this is going my way anymore.

DREAM BREAKER:

You keep struggling, your little hands striking my arms, even though you should know by now, based on your past experience alone, that it leads nowhere—nowhere except to a growing rage inside me. The pain from the wound in my abs is merely channeled, for now, into a controlled desire to stop you before it’s too late. My tight grip still squeezing your chest, I pull your body a couple of inches away from the brick wall until I slam your back against it again with a force that makes the air escape from your lungs. I narrow my eyes as I lift your body higher and higher. "Monkey, this is your last chance to stop fighting back and come with me to the station of your own free will." My tone isn’t friendly or conciliatory. "This is your last chance. Take my offer, or I’ll have to move on to Plan B, and I promise you won’t like it."

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

What choice is that, really? Go back to a cell, or gamble on whatever threat you’re throwing at me now. It sounds like a bluff. You don’t even know what this “other punishment” is supposed to be. You’re relying on size. On control. On the fact you’ve got me pinned like this. Maybe that works on other people. Not me. The position you’ve got me in gives me just enough room. Just enough leverage. I move. My hand drives forward, straight into the wound I already opened. Not wild this time. Precise. Deliberate. My fingers pushing into the wet warmness. I don’t look away. Your expression shifts right in front of me. That controlled anger cracks, replaced by something sharper. Something real. Pain. “You’ve been a problem for me for a long time,” I say, breath tight but steady. “Guess now it’s your turn.” There’s a bitter edge to the words, but I hold your gaze, waiting to see if this finally makes you hesitate.

DREAM BREAKER:

If you think a superficial pain will make me let go of you, you couldn’t be more wrong. I pull your body away from the wall once again and grab your small face, covering it completely with my massive palm. I feel your warm breath against my palm, muffling your scream. “What the fuck are you whining about when I haven’t even had a chance to hurt you yet,” I growl as I slam the back of your head against the hard brick wall with a loud, hollow thud. I release my grip on your throat and let you fall down the wall onto the filthy ground. I grab your ankle and drag you deeper into the shadowy end of the alley. “You wanted to know what my Plan B is. Now you’ll find out,” I chuckle maliciously and unzip my pants.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

It should have worked. That’s what keeps echoing in my head. The hit, the timing, the angle… all of it should have been enough to slow you down. To make you hesitate. But you don’t. You barely react. Like it’s nothing. Like I’m nothing. For a split second, it feels unreal. Like I’ve stepped into the wrong film and you’re something else entirely. Something that doesn’t break the way people are supposed to. Then, impact. The back of my skull cracks against the brick wall. Hard. A sharp, blinding flash explodes across my vision, white swallowing everything else. My body goes limp for a moment, teetering right on the edge of blacking out. I hang there, barely aware, fighting to stay conscious. Then my feet hit the ground. My legs don’t hold. They fold instantly, useless beneath me. My body slumps, and before I can recover, I feel your grip shift. Firm. Unrelenting. I’m being dragged. The ground is cold, damp, rough against my skin as I’m pulled along like I weigh nothing. Everything blurs together, sound muffled, vision smeared at the edges. Then, slowly… it starts to come back. Shapes sharpen. Sounds creep in. My head clears just enough to understand what’s happening. And I wish it hadn’t. Because whatever I see sends a cold shiver straight through me. "What are you doing?" The words are slurred. Blood continues to trickle from the back of my head. A small pool of blood forming where I lay

DREAM BREAKER:

I watch you lying on the ground, grunting, kicking you lightly in the side until I roll your small body onto your stomach. I watch your small body move as you breathe restlessly, finally waking up from the blow. I bend down slightly and grab your belt, lifting your waist off the ground just enough to unfasten your belt buckle and the buttons on your pants. I let your hips slam back down onto the asphalt, taking a firm grip on the ankles of your pants and pulling them off your legs. My own cock peeks out from my open fly. "Monkey boy. Plan B has begun!"

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

My hands scrape uselessly against the ground, fingers clawing for anything to hold onto. There’s no strength behind them. No control. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone stop you. You move me like I’m nothing. No effort. No hesitation. Just complete control as you drag and shift my body into place. I try to resist. I really do. My palms press against the cold, wet concrete, searching for grip, for friction, for anything that might slow you down. My arms tremble under the strain, barely holding my weight. I try to pull myself away, inch by inch, but it’s pointless. The alley feels smaller now. Tighter. Like the walls are closing in, trapping me in this damp, unforgiving space. I’m stuck. And the worst part? I know it. You undress like like I'm an action figure for you to play with, your large hands making light work of my boots, belt and pants.

DREAM BREAKER:

Most of the petty thieves I know wouldn’t put up a fight anymore but would just accept their punishment quietly—that’s my Plan B. Most of them, but I know you; you’re not like the others. My gaze sweeps over your naked lower body and stops at your soft buttocks. “Who would’ve guessed you had a hairy crack,” I chuckle in my husky voice as I grab you by the back of your neck and lift you to your feet. I press myself against your skin from behind, my cock peeking out from my pants rubbing against your soft buttocks while my arm wraps around your waist and my huge palm cups your semi-erect cock and surprisingly large balls for a guy your size. I release my grip from your throat and wrap my arms around your neck. “You’re in a dead end, Monkey. Either you submit to my will and get to leave, or I’ll take you by force and carry out Plan B.” I thrust my hips forward, sliding my cock a few inches deeper into your slit until you feel the thick, mushroom-shaped head of my cock licking your soft entrance. “Your choice, Monkey boy.”

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

One arm clamps around my waist, iron-tight. The other locks in around my neck, forearm and bicep closing like a vice. My feet lift clean off the ground, legs kicking uselessly as you hold me exactly where you want me. A perfect hold... well, perfect for you! Panic kicks in hard. As hard as your cock. My hands fly to your arm, fingers digging, clawing, trying to wedge even the smallest gap between your grip and my throat. I pull, twist, push, anything. Nothing. Your hold doesn’t shift. Not even slightly. It’s solid. Unmoving. Like trying to bend steel with bare hands. Air comes shorter now. Sharper. My movements get more frantic, more desperate, but you don’t give me anything back. Not a millimetre. As your cock head begins to part my small muscular cheeks, I realise the B of Plan B is for buggery! "You can't do this to me!" What hollow words they are. Even I know that. How can an alpha like me take control? I do the only thing available to me. I push my buttocks hard against you, swallowing your cock, it's entire length, almost being sick from the pain of accepting such girth. My glutes clench hard to grip around your engorged member. Who is in control now?!

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes widen in surprise when, instead of fighting back and trying to stop my cock from entering you, you swallow me whole—all my thickness and length—deep inside you, your buttocks and sphincter tightening firmly around my shaft. My cock is literally trapped in your ass. But that’s not enough for you. Your soft inner walls wrap around my shaft and begin a series of movements that alternately tighten and loosen their grip on the head and base of my cock, creating a sucking motion that starts to milk my stiff rod, soon making it throb inside you. The sensation is conflicting; it produces immense pleasure but at the same time weakens my concentration and makes my knees almost buckle. I try to pull my cock out, but your grip is tight and firm, sucking my cock at an accelerating pace. I feel my heavy balls rising in my scrotum closer to my body as you push me closer to the edge of my orgasm. "You sly little monkey!" I groan, squeezing your balls and tightening my grip on your neck. "I'm in charge here!" I manage to shout as I slam my hard forehead into the back of your head. "Let my cock go!"

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

I can feel it. Not in what anyone else would see. Not in the way you’ve got me lifted, locked down, controlled. To anyone watching, this would look like your moment. Your dominance. Your win. But they’re not in here. They can’t feel what I feel. The slight tremor. The fraction of hesitation. The tiniest shift in pressure that shouldn’t be there… but is. Your grip isn’t what it was a second ago. It’s fading. Subtle, but real. And that’s all I need. For a split second, my mind drifts. Three months back. The pit. The lights. The noise. Havoc the Slayer tossing me around like I weighed nothing. Every second of it burned into me. Every mistake. And the promise I made after. Never again. The crack at the back of my head snaps me straight back into the present. Sharp. Jarring. But it doesn’t break me. If anything, it clears everything else away. Focus. “No.” It comes out low. Solid. Certain. A decision. I manipulate your cock with more intent. Your body quaking. "I'm taking your cum... now!"

DREAM BREAKER:

My cock is throbbing and swelling even more deep inside you, squirting pre-cum into your tight, milking devourer as it prepares to shoot my cum into your fiercely fighting canal. My body starts to tremble and my abs tighten as I feel the moment approaching inevitably—the moment when your ass wins the battle and defeats my cock, sucking my cum from my balls against my will. But then biology comes to my aid. My stream of precum lubricates your milking ass into a slippery tunnel, eventually losing its grip on my cock. I pull my arm away from your neck, squeezing your now-hardened cock even tighter with my other hand for a moment before pulling back and pulling my cock out of its prison.

"You’re a sneaky little monkey. Your tricks have surely worked on many big men, but you made a huge mistake with me!" I roar like thunder in a rage, my throbbing cock swinging like a whip in front of me. I grab your wrists and pull your arms back while pressing my boot into the middle of your back, just below your shoulder blades. "I warned you! I gave you plenty of chances, but now it's too late!" I press my boot firmly against your back, pulling your arms backward at an unnatural angle until we both hear two quick pops as your arms snap out of their sockets. Your screams fill the quiet alley as I release my grip on your wrists and let your arms fall limply to your sides.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

For a moment, I have it. That quiet certainty. That edge. Even like this, even trapped in your grip, I can feel it tipping in my favor. Like I’ve found the crack and I’m about to force it wide open. I almost smile. And then it’s gone. Just like that. Your grip shifts. Not weaker but refined. Precise. Like you’ve recalculated in an instant. Before I can react, before I can adjust, you move. You large cock escapes its prison, leaving a vacuum feeling in my guts. And then the pressure hits. Hard. My body jolts as you change the hold, dragging my arms into a position I can’t counter. I try to fight it, muscles firing, pulling back with everything I’ve got, but it’s like pushing against a machine. You don’t rush it. You don’t need to. You just keep going. Steady. Relentless. The resistance drains out of me as my arms are forced further than they should go, past the point where strength matters, past the point where I can do anything but endure it. My body betrays me, muscles giving out under the strain. And just like that… Whatever control I thought I had? You take it back. I roar in pain as my arms are torn from their sockets. You hands release their grip and my arms drop to my side like overcooked spaghetti. I try to move them. Nothing. Nothing but pain. Excruciating pain. "What have you done?" My words are filled with fear. The pendulum has swung far from the control I had just moments ago.

DREAM BREAKER:

Once again, I grab the back of your neck with an iron grip, lifting your body off the ground and flipping it around until your back is pressed against the brick wall. I release my grip on you and let you slide down to your knees, leaning against the wall, as I grab your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth. My thick, throbbing cock won’t wait any longer but eagerly pushes into your open mouth. You’re warm, soft, wet. A small tug, and I shove my cock down your throat, feeling how you start to panic. Your narrow windpipe wraps tightly around my throbbing cock, finishing the job your ass started. I hold onto your skull with both hands as I erupt like a volcano that’s been dormant for hundreds of years, emptying my white lava deep into your throat.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

“Move. Do something.” The thought hits hard, urgent, almost panicked. Go for the legs. Break the base. Force space. It’s the simplest answer. My body doesn’t listen. Of course it doesn’t. You made sure of that. My arms hang useless, barely attached, nerves screaming but not obeying. There’s nothing left to give. Nothing left to try. Then your grip changes again. Both hands come up, locking around my head, holding it exactly where you want it. Jaw forced open. No room to turn. No room to slip free. Just complete, absolute control. My breathing falters. I see it now. Clear as anything. What you’re about to do. There’s no guessing. No hoping I’ve got it wrong. My eyes widen, fixed on your engorged cock, and for the first time since this started, I know I’m out of options. My mouth stretches as your cock moves in. The head snakes its way down my throat, blocking it, stretching it painfully. Trying to gag. Prevented! The reflex repeats on a loop, unable to cope with your cock. Your thrusts getting harder, more violent. Then the eruption. The heat filling my throat like a burning shame. My eyes looking up at you. Begging. I can't breathe. Do you know? Do you care?

DREAM BREAKER:

"Isn't this what you wanted? My cum? Can you taste your own ass juice? Then swallow it all, every last drop." My voice is calm; there isn't a trace of aggression or anger in it. Just a cold voice giving you instructions. Ordering you around. When I feel your panicked throat suck in even the last drop of my thick cream, I pull my cock out of your drooling mouth and slap my heavy shaft against your face. “You should have listened to me; now it’s too late.” I keep on slamming my heavy cock against your face over and over again and then pull back to make some distance between us. I stare at you. "Let´s go then". Without a warning I shove my knee into your face making you to hit the back of your skull against the wall behind you.

NAUGHTY MONKEY:

Air hits my lungs in short, ragged bursts. I cough hard, your thick, salty cum catching in my throat. Instinct screams at me to clear my face, to wipe it away, but my arms don’t answer. They just hang there, useless. The blows come next. Sharp. Sudden. Loud slaps echo in the alley as your cock strikes my face, turning it red. No guard. No defence. Just impact after impact, rattling what little focus I’ve got left. Everything starts to blur. Then the last one. It comes fast. A brutal jolt as your knee drives forward, slamming into my face. The world flashes white, and before I can even process it, the back of my head cracks against the brick again. That’s it. The strength goes. The fight goes. Everything just… drops. My body folds, sliding down into a heap on the cold ground. And then... Nothing. No pain. No panic. Just darkness.

DREAM BREAKER:

I smirk and then get serious again as I slide my arms under your armpits and lift your body from the ground. I stop for a moment and lick your unconscious face throwing your body on my shoulder, hanging there like a ragdoll, your pants in your ankles. "Let´s go home boi", I chuckle as I carry your limp body away, disappearing into the dark back streets. "Sleep monkey man while you can. "We'll be there soon, and we can move on to Plan C."

Published: 2026-04-11, viewed 65 times.