THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
Chat room: #BARBARUS
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A worldwide organization of men trained for violent, bloody, and even deadly combat. Their competence is indicated by their qualifications, from the lowest to the highest, reserved for an elite.
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MAGA_Hulk: It's a Saturday in Portland. Some Antifa scum are out protesting. I'm in a group of counter-protesters who are peacefully protesting. I'm 5'10" 285lbs of ripped muscle. I'm wearing tight jeans and a stars & stripes muscle tank. I'm out in front, using my size to protect the other protesters and intimidate the lefties. A group of skinheads show up. They look like they're looking for a fight.
SkinMuscle: I've spent years carving my 203-lb frame into a weapon for the cause, and seeing you play-acting as a protector with those polished muscles makes my blood boil. I slide my brass knuckles over my leather-gloved fingers, stepping into your personal space to show you what real, uncompromising radicalism looks like in these Portland streets.
MAGA_Hulk: I see your brass knuckles and assume you're hear to beat up the Antifa protesters. "Hey, there's no need for those. We can't stoop down to their level, bro?" I give you a friendly smile to try to calm things down.
SkinMuscle: Your friendly smile is the final insult, proving you're just a soft "conservative" playing a character while I've lived for this radical purge. I don't care about the protesters across the street; I care about the rot in my own ranks, so I’m driving my brass knuckles toward your gut to see if those 285 pounds of muscle are for show or for a real fight. The smirk shows now on my face.
MAGA_Hulk: A look of shock covers my face as I see you drive your brass knuckles at my ripped abs. But I got abs of steel. They easily absorb your punch. "Uuuhh!!" I grunt and then snarl. "What the fuck, bro!??" I get my guard up to defend myself.
SkinMuscle: I let out a raspy laugh as I watch you try to keep your guard "clean" while backing away. My brass knuckles glint under the Portland sun as I side-step, looking for an angle to hammer your massive ribs and prove that gym muscles are useless against real rage. These streets don't need peaceful conservatives, they need a purge, and I'm starting with you
MAGA_Hulk: You slip past my defense and land another blow. This time to my ribs. "Aaahh!!" I wince in pain. "We shouldn't be fighting amongst ourselves," I grunt. Then I try to grab your wrists to stop you from throwing another punch.
SkinMuscle: "There is no 'us,' you overgrown mascot," I spit, my 203-lb frame twisting as you try to lung for my wrists with those huge, tree-trunk arms. I yank my arms back, slick with sweat and adrenaline, stepping deeper into your space to drive a leather-clad knee toward your ripped midsection.
MAGA_Hulk: "Nnnhh!!" Your knee hits solidly and nearly doubles me over. But my abs hold. I catch your leg before you bring your foot back down to the ground. Then I hook my other arm around your head and try to suplex you to the ground.
SkinMuscle: "You think a suplex is going to save your 'peaceful' reputation?" I snarl, digging my brass knuckles into your straining pecs as we go airborne. Even as the ground rushes up, I’m looking to twist my 203-lb body to land on top of you, aiming to crush your ribs
MAGA_Hulk: "What the..!??" You use my momentum against me and slam me to the ground. I tuck my chin so that the back of my head doesn't hit the pavement. "Aaarrgghh!!" My back gets scratched up and the back of my tank is now in tatters. You land on top of me and drive the air out of my lungs. I lay under you, gasping for air.
SkinMuscle: I slam my full 203-lb weight into your chest, feeling your 285-lb frame hit the pavement with a heavy thud. "Not so tough now, mascot!" I bark, pinning your thick arms down with my knees while I rain brass-knuckle shots into your gasping pecs. I reach down, grabbing your belt to hoist you up into a brutal ballbusting knee strike before you can even catch your breath. 1,2,3,4,5 punches, I’ll make your chest PULP
MAGA_Hulk: "Aaauugghh!!" Your brass knucks leave welts and scratches on my pecs. As you lift me up, my tanks top falls to the ground, leaving me bare chested. You stun me with a brutal ball-busting knee strike. Then land five more unanswered punches to my pecs. I just stand in front of you.. dazed.. on wobbly knees, still trying to catch my breath. The crowd, including your skin head brothers form a circle around us. Many of them have their phones out to take videos and pics of the fight.
SkinMuscle: Fucking traitor I yell. My brothers grab some antifa scum, throw him next to you. I’ll take off my brass luckless and give em to u. “Prove me I’m wrong”
MAGA_Hulk: "What? You want me to punch a defenseless shrimp? I don't need these. That's the weapon of coward!" I roar and punch you in the face instead.
SkinMuscle: I spit a glob of blood onto the pavement and wipe my mouth with the back of my leather glove, a jagged grin spreading across my face. "That's the fire I wanted," I grab the Antifa protester by the collar, shoving his shaking frame directly against your bare, bruised chest. “Last chance” I yell at u
MAGA_Hulk: I push the protestor aside. "No, you're the one who needs to be put in his place," I grunt and throw a hook punch to your ribs and try to follow it up with a headbutt.
SkinMuscle: My eyes turning cold as I realize you've chosen your side. I reach out, grab the Antifa guy by the jaw and the back of his skull, and with one violent, rhythmic jerk, I snap his neck like a dry branch. "That's a real purge, mascot," I growl, lunging at your bare, 285-lb frame to lock you into a backbreaking hold.
MAGA_Hulk: I'm shocked that you could be so cruel. While I'm distracted, you trap me in a bearhug. My back arching. I squirm and try to escape. "You bastard! How could you do that!?"
SkinMuscle: I tighten the bearhug, crushing your 285-lb bare chest until your ribs groan. "Still talking?" I growl, driving another brutal knee into your groin for a final ballbusting strike. I squeeze harder, aiming to snap your spine against my 203-lb frame.
MAGA_Hulk: "Aaarrrghh!!" I howl in pain when you knee my balls again. "Fucker," I grunt as you tighten your grip. But my thickly muscled back is protecting my spine. My ribs, however, are bending and yielding to your strength. I try another headbutt to try to make you let go.
SkinMuscle: I take your headbutt squarely on the forehead, the crack of bone echoing as I refuse to let go of your 285-lb frame. "That's it? A mascot's tap?" I snarl, tightening the bearhug until your massive ribs groan.
SkinMuscle: I drive one more brutal, leather-booted knee into your groin; and then another and another
MAGA_Hulk: "AAargghh!! Uuuhh! Oooonn!!" You mercilessly bust my balls while you crush me in the bearhug. Remembering what you did to the Antifa protester, I decide to submit before things get worse for me. "I.. I give," I groan.
SkinMuscle: I stand over you, my leather gloves gripping your waistband to rip your jeans down to your ankles, exposing your massive, trembling physique to the circle of cameras. I step behind your bare, bruised back and press my frame firmly against your rear, letting you feel exactly how I plan to humiliate a "fake" like you. My stiff cock presses your right ass while I have a diabolical grin on my face. “You give up ah?” I whisper
MAGA_Hulk: "W-what are you doing?" I gasp as I stand naked in front of the crowd. I cover my crotch with my hands. Your skinhead bros whistle and catcall.
SkinMuscle: I cover your mouth with my leather gloves. Flex to my brothers at the time I bend you over and dig my cock in your tight ass. I yell like a fucking animal penetrating you over and over.
MAGA_Hulk: "MMmmmppphh!!" I grunt into our gloved hand. I try to fight back, but a couple of skinheads grab me and pin me down. I'm shocked and confused. I try to fight you off. The crowd is cheering you on.
SkinMuscle: My gloved hand goes directly to your cock and throb it. Want u to cum in them as the last humiliation
MAGA_Hulk: "Uuuh!! Fuck!! Stop," I grunt. My cock is soft, but your touch is making it get hard. Some of your skin head buds are openly jerking off as they watch you rape me.
SkinMuscle: I continue jerking you off. Wanna that seed coming out…
MAGA_Hulk: "Ooooh!! Don't!" I groan. My cock is rock hard now and leaking. It starts throbbing in your hand. "Please.. no!" beg.
SkinMuscle: With one hand jerk u and with the other crush your nuts… my brothers are laughing and jerking off some throw some cum on your face
MAGA_Hulk: I whimper in humiliation and try to hide my face, which is red from arousal and humiliation. I feel your bros shooting slugs of cum on my face and back. I squirm as you bust my balls and rape me. Then I let out a loud moan and start to cum. "Aaaawww!!"
SkinMuscle: I feel your body convulse as you surrender that pathetic seed, a final sign of your total defeat. "You don't need these anymore, mascot," I growl, my leather glove tightening into a crushing grip as I rip what's left of your pride away with a brutal, final tug. I shove the cum-soaked leather glove deep into your gasping mouth, forcing you to swallow your own humiliation while my brothers cheer.
MAGA_Hulk: I gag and choke down my own cum. I'm sobbing from the utter humiliation. "Your bastard. You're gonna pay for this," I growl.
SkinMuscle: I continue tearing from your balls. “You don’t need em, you pussy” grab em, twist ‘em and start pulling away. No mercy. Until I rip ‘em off
MAGA_Hulk: "Aaaaahh!! Let go!!" I scream as you tug on my nuts. Then I scream, "AAAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" I can't believe what's happening. I nearly pass out from the pain.
SkinMuscle: I kick you on the floor “be a man” I yell
MAGA_Hulk: I instinctively reach down to nurse my sore balls. But they're no longer there. "You sick fuck!!" I howl in pain and horror. I lay at your feet.. no fight left in me.
SkinMuscle: I look down at your broken, 285-lb frame and sneer, seeing the "war tank" reduced to a whimpering mess on the floor. "I told you I’d purge the movement of fakes” I wrap my arms around your thick torso in a final, lethal bearhug, locking my hands behind your back and driving my shoulder into your chest. The sound of the spine cracking is music to my ears. My brothers hear can hear that too
MAGA_Hulk: "Aaaawww!!" I arch my back and howl in pain as you crush me to death. My spine and ribs breaking audibly.
SkinMuscle: I feel the life leave those massive lungs as your ribs cave in against my chest. Your 285-lb frame goes completely slack in my arms, the sound of your breaking spine the only music I need. I drop your broken, paralyzed body onto the cold floor, stepping over you like the piece of trash you are.
SkinMuscle: "Think you're off the hook just because you're paralyzed?" I sneer to find your member limp and useless. I grab my wooden baseball bat, slicking the end with your own blood and sweat before driving it deep into your seat to hammer your prostate. I pump the bat with violent force until your body forcedly reacts, your cock throbbing and shooting a desperate load. I catch every drop of that seed in my leather gloves, then I kneel over your gasping face and shove the gore-soaked leather deep into your throat. "Drink it all, mascot," I snarl
SkinMuscle: I watch your eyes roll back, glazed with agony and forced arousal as you choke on the leather and your own warm seed. I stand up, slowly peeling the gore-stained gloves from my hands and dropping them onto your lifeless, naked chest as a final shroud of spit and leather. "Movement's purged," I mutter to my brothers, signaling them to douse the room in gasoline to erase every trace of your existence. I walk out into the cool night air, leaving the "War Tank" to turn to ash in the dark, a lesson to anyone else who thinks muscles make them a man.
THE END
Published: 2026-04-12, viewed 95 times.
Freaker
2026-04-12 18:39This is an intense and dark narrative that explores themes of ideological conflict and brutal domination. The story follows a confrontation between MAGA_Hulk, a massive but peaceful protector, and SkinMuscle, a ruthless radical determined to prove his superiority.The contrast between the two characters is clear from the start:"We shouldn't be fighting amongst ourselves."
"There is no 'us,' you overgrown mascot."The fight is one-sided after the initial exchange, with SkinMuscle's brutality overwhelming MAGA_Hulk's attempts at honorable combat. The narrative culminates in complete domination and a grim ending that leaves no room for redemption.
This is a heavy, uncompromising story which we re happy to publish in THE HIGH TABLE
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Dream Breaker
2026-04-12 15:55Fucking WOW! SkinMuscle really did a thorough purge; you could even call it a deep purge here. The massive MAGA Hulk didnt have much chance to fight back before it was all over. And what a way to go! Ten cocks up for your story! Great writing guys!