THE HIGH TABLE

AITOR VILANOVA:

I was warned, many times. “Don’t touch his property or you’ll regret it,” they said. “You shouldn’t mess with him; stay away from him if you value your life.” To me, those words were like throwing gasoline on a fire. I wanted the best—the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, the best tits, and the best ass. And if the rumors were true, she gave the best fuck. So what if some ex-Marine considered her his property? Surely he couldn’t get mad if I borrowed the girl for a bit. Besides, I’d seen a picture of that guy—not a particularly big guy—I could handle him at anytime if I had to.

But Aitor Vilanova isn't just any heartthrob; he oozes sex appeal and stamina, with toned muscles and a massive, beautiful cock measuring over 8 inches—which, on top of everything else, I know how to use like a master. Women fall to their knees when they get to experience my charm. Lisa won’t be an exception, even if she’s a Marine’s bitch.

Lisa’s room is decorated with red and purple silk, and she stands out like a pearl in a freshly opened shell as she sits on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, wearing a white, almost transparent lace slip and a bra. Her soft curves and ample yet beautiful breasts accentuate her beauty. Marine is one lucky bitch to have a girl like Lisa. But tonight she will be mine. Mine alone. I take off my loose cotton shorts and stand in front of Lisa with my cock rock-hard. "No, I'm not your Marine, I'm better—you'll notice the difference, and once I'm done, you'll beg me to do it again and forget about that boring Marine."

Lisa’s expression is horrified, but I think it’s due my massive cock, which approaches her like a spear as I leap on top of her, pressing her beneath my body against the satin-sheeted mattress. Lisa screams. I slap her across the face with my palm, ripping off her thin panties and grinding my hungry cock against Lisa’s soft mound, finally plunging my sword deep into her writhing hole.

My hands roughly massage her beautiful breasts, squeezing and sinking my fingers into their firm yet peach-soft flesh. My hips pump at an accelerating pace against Lisa’s hips as she finally surrenders to my strength. Lisa is amazing. She screams and scratches my back, which only makes me hornier, and finally I shoot my load, my thick, creamy mayonnaise, inside her.

I collapse on top of Lisa for a moment when it’s all over and pull my still hard cock out of her. "I told you I'm fucking amazing, didn't I?" I chuckle at Lisa, who's sniffling, forcing me to slap her across the face again. All whores like being treated this way, don’t they? I pull my shorts back up and walk to the door, turning to look at Lisa. “Keep this to yourself, or next time I won’t be so gentle.” I walk out and close the door behind me.

*******

Lisa is devastated, broken and ashamed. She has never felt so used in her life. What started off as a nice encounter with a friend soon turned into a vicious fight for survival against a horned dog of a man - a brutal rape that left her torn. She was in tears when she went looking for her man, The Marine. She was shaking sobbing and almost choking when she tried to tell him what happened - and she saw in his eyes the anger and rage build up. What has she done? Should she have really kept it to herself? Has she started a war?

Lisa was one of those hot models who was surprisingly loyal to her man. Although she could have anyone she laid her eyes on, she was faithful to one... the only one she chose. So when this hot latin stud invited her for drinks, she thought it was just to talk or ask for a favor. Little did she know she was about to live the worst experience of her life begging for it.

*******

AITOR VILANOVA:

The days passed after that night with Lisa, or whatever her name was. I call it the night of a good fuck. Life was good, and new women—and some young men who called themselves straight—shared their beds with me and got to enjoy sensual moments with me. They loved how I fucked them. And for good reason—I’m quite the catch, I know it myself!

MUSCLE MARINE:

I felt a rage in me build up, burning like a wild fire. NO ONE TOUCHES MY GIRL... NO ONE. And seeing her in her weak state, shaking, sobbing and bawling only drove me crazier. I need to meet this guy, this latin whore. I soon found out his name was Vilanova and decided to send him a message. I made my best to sound normal and very casual on the phone, not to reveal who I am, yet. He will find out in due time... when he can no longer think straight because of the pain I will inflict on him.

I sent him a message with the location to meet at - the place where I will teach this punk a lesson he will never forget.

AITOR VILANOVA:

My phone vibrates when I get a text message. It seems my reputation has spread faster than I could have guessed—yet another “straight guy” who wants a good cock inside him. Well, why not? I am a Latino lover and always ready for action, like a real toreador. Sword raised, ready to pierce a bull or a cow. I’m not that picky about it.

I know the place well; a private bondage club for rough sex and more. bit weird choice for a sensual meeting, but why not, there are all kinds of weirdos around, and this guy would be just one more. I slip on a pair of tight jeans that show off my massive bulge and muscular thighs, along with a tight black T-shirt that highlights my strong arms. I give myself a final spritz of Boss Bottled cologne and head to the meeting spot. Entering into the club I check the room number from his message, knock on the door and wait to see what kind of "straight" man is waiting for me. If he wants it rough, let´s give him some rough time.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I open the door, dressed in very tight black jeans holding my bulge at bay, a black tank top putting my massive ripped arms on display. I know I look huge, bigger than the guy walking in. I also know this guy stands no chance against me, as I will rip through him mercilessly. "Hello. You must be Villanova, right?" I smile at you as you walk in and I close the door behind you.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Yes, but you can call me Aitor, buddy". I enter into the room and look around seeing all kind of toys and that huge bed with leather stripes and cuffs as I turn back to you with a wide grin on my face. "Well big guy, what would you like to have? Do you want my dick in your ass right now, or do you want to play around first?". I place my hand on your shoulder and flash my charming smile to you. "You tell me, don´t be shy boy".

MUSCLE MARINE:

Without warning, I slam my fist into your unflexed gut, sending you reeling towards the massive bed with the straps behind you. "It's not what you can offer me, but what I can do to you tonight... or ever." I smile as I see the pain register on your face. I flex my arms at my side and make them ripple, as I notice you staring at them intently. I make the veins on them pump and visibly pulsating... with rage.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Damn, this guy is really muscular," I think to myself as I stare at your ripped body and those strong arms. "Okay, okay, I get it—you want to play a little rougher. No problem, you’ll get what you want, but on one condition: watch out for my face and my national treasure, my big dick!” I chuckle nervously through the pain. Something tells me that not everything is what it seems. "So, you tell me, you want it in your ass or wanna suck me off?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Hahahahaha. National treasure? And you think all the girls are conquest, I presume?" I jump and spin kick you in the head, sending you down hard. "You got this all wrong, boi..." As I reach for your collar at the back, lift you and throw you towards the bed.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Hey, hey, take it easy, big man. You don't need to prove anything to me. I know you are a tough guy. A cop? Firefighter? Right?", I manage to say when I land on the bed. "We can play rough but take it easy man." But something tells me there is more to come making me break a sweat before I've even started.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Marine." I answer sternly. I don't even smile at your joking tone. "We will play rough..." Is all I say as I walk back to the door, and flick a switch next to it, making the room suddenly brighter. You see me better now, as I walk back to the foot of the bed, and grabbing my top, I start peeling it slowly off my upper-body, revealing my muscles, and all the veins rippling all over it.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"A marine?", I ask and swallow deep as I watch you stripping, revealing your muscled upper body, those ripped abs and those strong arms. Suddenly, like a lightning in the middle of a day, I get it and swallow even deeper. "Did you say Marine? THE MARINE?". For the first time I get really nervous and try to get up from the bed. "Listen, I need to go", I mumble.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Go? Hahahahaha. You are not going anywhere." As I wipe my tank top across my pecs and throw it to one side. I make my pecs bounce and you notice a chain and a key hanging at my neck.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"What do you want, big guy? I am sure I can entertain you as you wish. "You want me to suck you off? I don't usually do that but I could make an exception." , I stammer, sounding clearly worried as I stare at your huge bulge.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Suck me off... you will." As I grab my bulge as I notice you looking at it. "But you will pay for what you did." Still sounding rather cryptic and mysterious. I smile, flashing you a nice white set which I know would make you uncomfortable.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Why is he smiling like that? Is he nice after all? Why do I shake then?", all these questions are running through my mind. "What did I do? I haven't done anything wrong. I think you have confused me with someone else". I start to approach the door. "Listen, if I did something to hurt you, I will pay you. Or give you other kinds of services.. You want to fuck me? "I am still a virgin," I try to convince you, getting closer and closer to the door.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smile as I see you get off the bed and walk towards the door. "You are not going anywhere."

AITOR VILANOVA:

I look at your face and swallow again. "I think the meeting is over, big man", I try to sound tough when I pull on the door handle, to no avail, realizing the door is firmly locked. I turn back to face you. "Open the door, now! Or you'll regret it."

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Hahahaha. Regret it?" As I turn to face you now. "I am gonna enjoy this."

AITOR VILANOVA:

Something in your words is telling me "enjoy this" doesn't mean what I understand with the word. You might be tough and big, strong and rough looking but you are still just a man. I lunge on you and aim my fist between your pecs trying to hit your sternum as I shove my knee into your gut. "I told you. You will regret if you don´t let me go", I shout

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back as you lunge at me, making you miss my chest, but take your knee to my gut hard, bending me forward and dropping to one knee. "Ooommmmpppffffff. Nice shot." I smile as I lift my head and look up at you flexing and bouncing.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"See, I am not just a playboy. I have muscles too that can hurt", I flex my arms and smile to you. "You should have listened to me when I gave you an opportunity", I continue with a bragging attitude as I snap a grab oh your hair and aim my knee into your face. "Next time take better care of your whores".

MUSCLE MARINE:

I stop your knee, slamming a fist to it, forcing it to one side, spreading your legs wide open. Your bulge now exposed, I open a palm and slam it at it, hard. "You fool. Should have kept your hands off my girl." I smile as I see you understand, although pain courses through you, why I am here...

AITOR VILANOVA:

The smile on my face is fading away fast as I scream in pain falling down onto my knees like a sack of potatoes. I struggle to stay on my knees but eventually collapse down on the floor in fetal position nursing my aching balls. "You fucker, you will pay for this dearly. And I won´t be as nice as I was with your whore".

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Nice? You fucking made her bleed..." I get up, grab you by your nape and lift you up, throwing you on the bed again. "I will give you a taste of your own medicine."

AITOR VILANOVA:

I know you are not kidding, you are damn serious, and for the first time I am really worried what could you have in mind. "Listen, there are no reasons you need to do this, I told you I will pay you for all the damage I might have caused. How much? Just tell me your price". But it seems you are not paying attention to my words as you keep on getting closer and closer. I crawl backwards on my back trying to keep the distance to you until I hit the headboard of the bed.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"The price? Your life..." As I reach the foot of the bed. "We can either do this very slow... or very quick. Either way, I will enjoy it."

AITOR VILANOVA:

My.. my.. life? I am sure we can find another way to fix this", I stutter as I bend my leg and try to kick your massive bulge.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take the hit and drop again, groaning, I bend over at the foot of the bed. I laugh into the sheets and mattress... "Fix this? Is this what you told her when you raped her?"

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Don´t tell me that whore is so important to you. She is just a whore. You could find better ones in the harbor. Why all this trouble?" I can see the anger in your eyes as you get closer again. "Stay away from me asshole!", I scream and try to send my foot into your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I snap grab your foot an inch from my face, lock my fingers tight around it and start to squeeze hard, almost crushing it. "That whore is my girlfriend... MINE." I twist your foot, and your leg in turn, bending it to one side. I ball up my other fist and slam it to your now extended knee. As I knee on the bed, I spread my legs wide, dropping my pelvis slowly so you see my massive bulge hanging. I see your eyes glued to it.

AITOR VILANOVA:

I writhe in pain and scream out loud as your blow hits my kneecap, nearly shattering it into pieces. When I look at the massive bulge hanging between your legs and your aggressive behavior, I get a massive erection. I can’t help it. “Is she your girl, yours? Maybe this will break you, but her pussy started gushing like a fountain when she saw me naked in front of her. Are you sure you want to keep her as your girlfriend?" I try to break you mentally, and before I finish, I reach my hand between your legs, squeezing your bulge with all my strength. “With these balls, you’ll never fuck her again,” I say defiantly, trying to break you completely.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I laugh as you grab my bulge, trying to squeeze my orbs. "Yeah. Massage them. You gonna love it." I ball up a fist and connect it to your face, cracking your nose, making you bleed. I let go of your leg that is pulsating in pain. I grab your hand and pry it off my bulge, bending it backwards. I grab with my free hand your fingers and start snapping them one by one. "You don't need those... anymore. Yes. She is my girl. And keep telling me what you did to her... So I can do the same to you. And we shall see who will be gushing like a fountain."

AITOR VILANOVA:

I hardly can hear your words from my screams as you break one by one my fingers. My head is dizzy from your punch, and I feel nauseous. "I did nothing I promise, nothing at all. Just what she wanted, I promise," I try to convince you, knowing you are not buying a word I say. This doesn´t look good, not at all. I try to lean forward and hit my forehead into your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I shove your whole body backwards onto the bed. I drop your hand and get off the bed. Grabbing you by your ankles, I pull you towards the foot of the bed a bit, and then proceed to grab your jeans and rip them off you, stripping you naked. In the process, you flip over onto your stomach and try to crawl away. I slap your tight ass as you do. "Nice piece."

AITOR VILANOVA:

"This can´t be true. This cannot be happening", I keep telling to myself as I try to crawl away from you knowing it´s futile. When your big palm slaps my ass and I hear your threatening words I close my eyes, bite the pillow and try to do the last thing that might still save my life as I get on all my fours and aim a sudden mule kick backwards trying to hit you where it really hurts, your marine balls.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You manage that and I have to pull away from the bed, dropping to one knee, nursing my balls. But that only gets me wilder, enraged. "You are a dead man." As I watch you on the bed, trying to cover yourself, scramming to the top.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Stay away from me or I kill you, you hear me?", I scream trying to cover my body with the sheets. And then I reach the top of the bed, no place where to go as I feel you getting closer. "I warn you. Stay away from me!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Gee. Is that what she asked you to do? And you didn't?" As I grab the sheets and pull them away from your hands, leaving you naked. I point at your cock. "And you call that a cock? That is the thing you pride yourself on?"

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Yes, this is my Spanish sword. Are you jealous? I have something your girl likes better? Grow balls and let men do their job", I try to sound brave knowing deep inside my words will only make you more furious. I watch you rub your bulge and swallow. I might have gone too far with my attempts to mock you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you speak, I rub my length in my jeans, making it grow and harden. "Keep talking... Would love to see where this is going..." I smile at you.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Come on, don't be like that. I am sure we can find a way to fix all this like two grown-up men," I attempt to convince you while I try to find a way to escape from here as fast as possible. "Is there anything I could do for you. I told you I can let you to fuck me, if that makes you happy".

MUSCLE MARINE:

I start laughing. "Negotiating are we? Did you even give her the chance to do that?" I grab you by your hair and pull you back as you try to walk slowly past me. I slam you to the bed, on your back. And before you can gather your footing, I grab your ankles and lift your legs up in the air. I step closer, and push my bulge at your ass... "You feel that?" Asking you in a more rhetoric way...

AITOR VILANOVA:

It´s time to swallow again, feeling your huge tool in your jeans rubbing against my ass. "What is it you want. Can't we just talk this over?", my voice breaks finally knowing there's no way I could make you step back. "Listen, marine man, this is what I think of you," I spit on you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smile, not reacting. I grab your hand with the broken fingers, wrap mine around it and start squeezing it, crushing it. "Take your other hand, and unbuckle my belt, then my jeans... Try anything stupid, and you will regret it."

AITOR VILANOVA:

Something tells me I better do exactly as you are ordering as I open your jeans and pull them down. My eyes get widen by surprise. I knew it would be big but this, this is something more. My mouth drops wide open by surprise. "Sir, I can stroke your cock if you want to", my voice is even more broken as I keep on staring your veiny shaft and that massive cock head.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I am sure you can. And you will." As I watch you almost instinctively grab my cock at the base and start stroking it gently. "You got to put more vigor into that, you fucking puss." I smile as you look up when I say the words that cut through you harshly. "And try anything stupid and I will end you..." I flash you a wide white smile.

AITOR VILANOVA:

I go on my knees as I notice you are listening to my words, probably considering my offer. Just enough to distract you and hit my forehead into your balls.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I barely finished my sentence that you do exactly the opposite, and hit my junk with your head. I pull back in pain, but not before landing a hard palm to your face - a good slap that snaps your head to one side, making you spit some blood.

AITOR VILANOVA:

My head gets dizzy from your hard slap as I wipe the blood from my face with the back of my hand. I try to get up again onto my feet but my knees betray me and I fall down on them again. I open my mouth and look at your face. "Well, all right then, sir.. but please be gentle with me".

Without waiting for your reply or instructions, I snap a grab of your thick cock and slide the head of it between my lips, feeling that salty taste of it as I slowly start to slide it into my mouth.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I grab your head and as you take it in, I push in further, cutting your airways with its girth all at once. I grab your head tight, not letting you pull back and away - not understanding what is happening. I step forward and that forces you to lean back, arching your back too. "You will understand what you did wrong to my girl. And you will pay."

AITOR VILANOVA:

My eyes are bulging from their sockets as your giant cock is cutting my airflow almost completely. My spine is bent into very uncomfortable position but that is the least of my worries as I hear your threatening words. I can´t even beg you to stop having your veiny cock deep in my mouth.

MUSCLE MARINE:

And my cock is not fully in your mouth, yet you are choking already. I pull out of you suddenly. "And you call your cock... big?" As I reach in and kick you in the balls hanging low. I grab you by your hair and pull you up to your feet, standing you in front of me.

Out of nowhere, I clap your ears, ringing you badly. Pull back and cock my arm, and release a nice straight fist to your solar plexus, sending you sprawled on the lower end of the bed.

AITOR VILANOVA:

I fly through the air, landing at the foot of the bed, with excruciating pain in my balls and my breath caught in my throat. "Sir, I have learned my lesson. There is no need to get more violent. Let me suck you off and we can consider I paid my fine. Deal sir?", I try to convince you with a broken voice as I start to crawl further in the bed, trying to get some distance to you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I reach in, grab your ankles tight. "You are not going anywhere. And you have not paid anything yet." I pull them apart, stretching them wide open, exposing your hole. "And I will show you what it means to get fucked hard and brutally, against your will... like you did her." As I bring my cock closer to your hole and push the tip into your ass cheeks.

AITOR VILANOVA:

"Sir, I am virgin.. please be gentle!" I scream in panic as I feel your mushroom-shaped cock head rubbing my rosy entrance. There is no way I could escape as you stretch my legs wide open, having a firm hold of them. I close my eyes and grab a tight hold of the sheets, trying to prepare for the worst. Something is telling me you are not going to be too romantic with me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Romantic is far from ever being included in my dictionary. I grab your hips now and slam my cock in, popping your cherry. I can feel a tear and some blood trickle down, but I don't care. No remorse. No mercy. I push in, splitting you open. I then grab your thighs and pull them and push them more apart, open. Pushing them on the bed, I start stretching them, ignoring your screaming at the ligament being threatened and pressured to the max.

AITOR VILANOVA:

My body thrashes and twists around your cock, which tears everything apart as you push it deeper inside me. I feel my walls tearing and my once tight canal filling with some warm liquid that must be my blood. I knew you were not done yet as you spread my legs wider open. I scream until my voice cracks as I feel my hip joints popping out of their sockets and my muscles snapping between my legs. "Stop, or you’ll kill me!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Nah, Am just stretching you. You can now do perfect splits." With your legs stretched out wide from each side, you look like a perfect upside down T. I push you a bit more on the bed, and lift my legs to join you fully. I execute a perfect split, only I am not forced to do it, and I am already lean enough to achieve it. Our thighs now brushing up together, as my monster cock slides more into you, invading your insides more. I slide my arm under you and lift your upper-body to mine, slamming it to my hard pecs, my rippling abs... I whisper in your ear. "This is your last fuck, your last fight... you last..."

AITOR VILANOVA:

I feel like a rag doll in your arms. Usually, I’m the one who fucks, who takes the lead, but now I can do nothing but surrender to your massive cock, which is drilling into places no dildo has ever been. You thrust your cock harder and deeper, making me moan, and I notice how my spittle is bloody as it lands on your chest. Finally, I look you in the face and ask fearfully... "My last what?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I slam you back to the bed, grab your legs and pull them up, high, trying to make your ass tighten around my cock that is destroying your insides. "You will see..." As I start thrusting in and out of you harder and harder. I bend your legs towards your torso now, folding you in two, which makes your ass push out more, making me feel it tighter around my shaft. I moan, enjoying it, turning you into a hot fuck toy. "Hold your legs." I order. I let go of your legs and grab your cock, stroking it roughly...

AITOR VILANOVA:

I think I have never been as afraid as I am now. I am in the hands of a maniac marine who is not showing the slightest sign of going to have any mercy. I try to close my legs; do as you say, hoping that would calm you down and save my life, unless that is too late. The new position allows your cock to cause more damage inside me, making me bleed even more, breaking me from inside. "Please sir. I will do anything. Just save my life", I start to beg.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You will do anything. You will die..." I laugh as I see your eyes budge out with fear. I keep fucking you hard, mercilessly, feeling my climax closer and closer. I slow down suddenly, and pull out of you. Grabbing your head, I pull it to my cock between your loose legs now, and choke you on it, as I bring myself over the edge.

Holding your head tight around my cock buried deep in your throat, I start shooting my massive load into your gut, hearing you choke and gag.

AITOR VILANOVA:

I do my best to swallow your load. I have given blowjobs before, few times, but never seen such a massive load ever. It is filling my mouth and throat, leaking out from the corners of my mouth when I start to gag, cough, almost drowning me in your thick sperm. Too weak and too afraid to fight back I try to stay calm hoping you will finally let me go.

MUSCLE MARINE:

But things for you dont get better. And as my climax subsides, I clamp my hands at each side of your head. I lift it a bit to make you look at me as I smile down at you. "You just had to keep your hands to yourself..." As I twist your head to one side and viciously, fast, and brutally to the other side... swiftly before you can even object or utter any noise. I feel your body go limp instantly, lifeless.

AITOR VILANOVA:

Then finally I feel you reaching your climax and lift my head up. I look at your eyes and smile, you seem to be reasoning with me, probably let me go when all of the sudden... I hear a loud cracking sound......

MUSCLE MARINE:

My cock still lodged in your mouth filling up and overflowing with my load, dripping on the side of your lifeless cheeks. I pull out of your mouth violently and drop your head... DEAD.

Published: 2026-04-13, viewed 69 times.