THE HIGH TABLE

BALAFOR:

I peal off my shirt and stay wearing my tight jeans revealing my muscled legs. I take a fighting stance, spread my legs and lift my arms.

"Ready to die shorty?"

DRAXX:

[HAHAHAHAHA. SUCH WEIRD WORDS FOR A GUY LIKE YOU.] I STEP TOWARDS YOU IN THE PARKING LOT, GETTING NOW CROWDED. [NICE INK ON YOU.] AS I REACH OUT AND GRAB YOU BY THE NIPPLE TIGHT. I SQUEEZE. [WHERE DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS? HERE?]

BALAFOR:

"You need to powder your face before or make you pretty?" I scream and wipe your hand away from my nipples. "Here is good. Let guys see how you are soon begging for mercy. No rules? No limits? Deal?" I don't give you time to answer when I kick your knee hard. "Sorry. Couldn't wait."

DRAXX:

I TAKE THE HIT UNEXPECTEDLY AND DROP TO ME KNEE. I SMILE AT YOU AS I SEE YOU BOUNCE BACK, EXCITED. [I WAS SLIGHTLY MERCIFUL WITH YOUR FRIEND. I WON'T BE WITH YOU.] FIGURING IT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE AND IN A HURRY TO GET INTO A FIGHT WITH ME. I GET UP SLOWLY. [INTRODUCTIONS DONE?] AND BEFORE YOU CAN ANSWER, I RETURN THE KICK TO YOUR KNEE FAVOR.

BALAFOR:

"Fucking hell, he is strong." I moan and go down on one knee, holding my aching knee. But I am determined; I want to see you squirming, begging. I surge forward, shoving my arm between your legs, crushing those balls you must have somewhere there with my strong bicep. "Friend? I don't have friends. I fight for fun to take big guys down and you will be the next one.

DRAXX:

YOU GET ME GOOD IN THE CROTCH BUT NOT DIRECTLY IN THE BALLS. I DROP AGAIN TO ONE KNEE, FACE LEVEL WITH YOURS NOW. I REACH IN, GRAB YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS AND PULL YOU TOWARDS ME, CONNECTING MY HEAD TO YOUR FACE. [NEED TO REARRANGE YOUR PRETTY FACE.] I LAUGH AS I LET YOU GO.

BALAFOR:

I stumble back a bit, dazed but far from giving up. I straighten up and glare at you, wiping the blood from my nose with my palm. I spit on you. "I warned you. Guys like you don't scare me but make me horny." I rush closer and aim a right hook into your face and the left one into your ribs.

DRAXX:

MY FACE BARELY MOVES WHEN YOU CONNECT YOUR FIST TO IT, BUT THE OTHER HIT MAKES ME BEND TO ONE SIDE. [HORNY IS GOOD FOR ME. I CAN WORK WITH THAT.] I SEE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I SAY THAT, CONFUSING YOU. I SMILE AND SPIN ON MY TIP TOES, SPREADING MY ARMS WIDE, AND I SLUG YOU WITH ONE, THEN ANOTHER FIST IN THE HEAD.

BALAFOR:

It feels like a massive boulder has fallen on my head. My vision goes dark for a moment, and my vision is blurry. I struggle to stay on my feet, but eventually I manage to shake the stars out of my head. I grab my bulge and smile. I have to be careful. The giant is like steel. I spin around and jump high, aiming my foot at your throat.

DRAXX:

I LAUGH AS I SEE YOU JUMP UP HIGH. [THE LITTLE BOY LIKES TO FLY.] AS I STOP YOUR LEG WITH MY ARM, AND SLAM THE OTHER INTO YOUR EXPOSED BULGE WHILE YOUR LEGS ARE STRETCHED WIDE OPEN. [BUT I MUST ADMIT YOU ARE DOING GOOD. BETTER THAN MOST.]

BALAFOR:

I land against the ground with a loud thud that can't be heard by screams. My hands move between my legs to nurse my balls as I writhe on the ground in pain. "That was a dirty trick," I finally manage to hiss. Cupping my burning bulge, I slowly get up onto my knees and lunge forward, wrapping my arms around your legs. "You like to play dirty, let's play dirty then." I hit my forehead into your bulge. "Like that big man?"

DRAXX:

I STOP YOUR HEAD AN INCH FROM MY CROTCH. [DIRTY? ITS CALLED STREETFIGHT. OF COURSE ITS DIRTY, YOU FUCKING TATTOOED FREAK.] I BALL UP MY OTHER FIST AND SLUG YOU WITH A HOOK FROM THE SIDE. BUT I DON'T LET YOU FALL OR STUMBLE AWAY AS I REACH IN AND SNAP GRAB YOU BY YOUR THROAT. [DIRTY IS WHAT I WILL DO TO YOU IN A BIT.]

BALAFOR:

My legs get limp, but you keep me standing by my throat. "Let me off, fucker, or you will regret the day you were born!" I hit your ribs as hard as I can with my fist.

DRAXX:

I TWIST MY BODY, NOT LETTING YOU LAND YOUR HIT CORRECTLY. LAUGHING, I LOOK AT YOU AND TELL YOU TO TRY AGAIN. THIS TIME, I LET YOU GO AND SPREAD MY ARMS WIDE, NOT MOVING.

BALAFOR:

I look at your arrogant presence, unable to understand why you act that way. You hold your hands wide open to me—what a silly trick. You must have a really small brain. I shake the webs from my head and charge forward into the middle of your open arms, slamming my steel fist into the groove between your pecs, trying to crush your sternum. "The box is ready for you."

DRAXX:

[WHAT BOX?] AS I BRING MY ARMS TOGETHER WHILE YOU RUSH TOWARDS, TRAPPING YOUR HEAD BETWEEN THEM. I CALP YOUR TEMPLES, NO HARD ENOUGH TO KILL YOU. I CONTROL MY POWERS WELL. BUT ENOUGH TO BLUR YOUR VISION AND SEND LOUD RINGING IN YOUR EARS, AND MAKE THEM POP. I REMOVE MY HANDS AND WAIT FOR THE ERUPTION OF BUILD UP BLOOD IN YOUR EARDRUMS. I SMILE WHEN I SEE THAT TRICKLE.

BALAFOR:

I feel your grip around my head and hear a tremendous thud. The ground shakes beneath my feet—or is it my legs that are swaying as your palms strike my ears? I remain standing; everything is so quiet. I can only hear a strange, faint hum as I feel warm liquid flowing from my ears—and not just from my ears, but also from my eyes and mouth. I can’t believe what happened as I stare at your grinning face until finally my knees give way and I fall to the ground. I lift my gaze and push my arms forward to keep you at a distance. I can’t get a single word out.

DRAXX:

I DON'T BUDGE AS YOU TRY TO PUSH ME BACK. GRABBING YOU BY YOUR HEAD LIKE A BASKET BALL NOW, I SQUEEZE A BIT AND LIFT YOU TO YOUR FEET AGAIN. I DRAG YOU BACK TOWARDS ONE OF THE CARS AND SLAM YOU AT IT. [LETS SEE IF WE CAN MELT THAT INK OFF YOUR SKIN.] I SLAM YOU FACE DOWN ON THE HOOD OF THE CAR, AND SPREADING YOUR LEGS WIDE, I PASS MY HAND UNDER YOU AND GRAB YOUR BULGE, SQUEEZING TIGHT. [I LOVE A TOUGH MAN SCREAMING. BEG ME.]

BALAFOR:

I scream and whine loud. Guys around us are stroking their bulges, watching you wipe the car hood with my body and squeezing my hairy balls, which I am so proud of. I try to kick and struggle, but there is not much I can do. And for some weird fucking reason I feel my cock stiffening as your giant fingers are crushing my nuts. "Don't you dare. Anything but that, please. You win. I hammer the hood of the car, trying to make you understand I give up. "You win; now let my nuts go. Sir."

DRAXX:

BUT I DON'T LISTEN. I SIMPLY LAUGH AND LETTING GO OF YOUR BALLS, I GRAB YOUR PANTS AND RIP THEM OFF YOU. I WHISTLE. [IS EVERY INCH OF YOU INKED? DAMN BOY.] I NOTICE A LIST OF NAMES ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF YOUR UPPER-THIGH. I BEND DOWN, LOOK CLOSER AND NOTICE NAMES WITH XS NEXT TO EACH ONE. [WHAT ARE THOSE? YOUR PUSSY CONQUESTS?] TRACING MY FINGER ALONG THE LIST AND THEN STOP AT ONE OF THEM.

BALAFOR:

"You don't want to know. They are names of the guys who are not among us anymore. They entered into a box too, a box called "coffin." I spit against the hood, relieved you finally let my balls free. "I admit I was planning to add your name there too," I finally confess, thinking that showing my bravery you would feel sympathy with me and let me go. Perhaps I could find a doc who could still save me.

DRAXX:

I TRACE MY FINGERS UPWARDS NOW, AND SLIDE IT TO YOUR BRIEFS. I LIFT THEM AND NOTICE MORE NAMES. THOSE ONES DON'T HAVE AN X. [AND THESE? THE ONES THAT BEAT YOU? HAHAHAHAHA.] I GRAB THE FABRIC AND RIP IT OFF YOU, EXPOSING NOW YOUR ASS, TIGHT. I SLAP IT HARD AS I LET GO OF YOUR BALLS. I PUSH A FINGER AT YOUR SIDE ON ONE PARTICULAR NAME. [MM. WHO IS THIS GUY?]

BALAFOR:

I know exactly who you are talking about as the memories of that night come back into my mind. "MM, MuscleMarine. He might have gotten lucky that day. I admit he is a fucking beast. But why you want to know about him? You know him? Scared of him?" I squeeze my buttocks tighter together just in case you have some stupid ideas, like trying to abuse me, use my tight hole. "If you want I can present him to you".

DRAXX:

[HAHAHAHA. NO NEED. HE WILL COME TO ME, EVENTUALLY.] I PUSH MY FINGER TIP INTO HIS NAME ON YOUR THIGH, HURTING YOU. THEN, WITHOUT GIVING YOU A SECOND TO MOVE OR REACT, I GET UP BEHIND YOU, AND PULLING MY COCOK OUT OF MY PANTS, I AIM THE HEAD AT YOUR ASS, TIGHT BUNS AND PUSH IN, REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH YOU TRY TO SQUEEZE THEM SHUT. I LAUGH AT YOUR FEEBLE ATTEMPT TO STOP ME FROM ENTERING.

BALAFOR:

I feel you thrusting your massive cock in between my ass cheeks, breaking through them and destroying my outer ring with one shove only. You enter deep, fucking really deep, breaking my thin inner walls as you drill your way into my insides. I scream against the metal hood, hammering it with my fists as if I were playing snare drums. My asshole is bleeding, and the blood is just lubricating your cock as it pushes deeper inside me, your thick shaft crushing my prostate. And the worst of all, I feel my own cock throbbing between my abs and the hood of the car. "NO—DON'T DO THAT!"

DRAXX:

I KEEP PUSHING DEEP INSIDE YOU AND IT FEELS NEVER-ENDING. [I HOPE YOUR FRIEND WILL BE MORE OF A CHALLENGE THAN YOU WERE. PATHETIC.] AS I REACH THE DEEPEST PART OF YOU. MY BALLS NOW HITTING YOUR OWN BALLS. I LOOK UP A BIT AND SEE YOU TRY TO SCRATCH THE HOOD OF THE CAR NOW. YOU ARE UNABLE TO SCREAM FROM THE SHEAR PAIN COURSING THROUGH YOU. I LAUGH AND START TO PULL OUT SLOWLY.

BALAFOR:

I believe you are splitting me in two. My insides are bleeding badly as I feel you pulling out. I swallow, thinking that you finally decided to save me from the worst. "Thank you. I can help you to get that MuscleMarine, help you to break him. Make him a trap and he will come. Believe me, you would do me a favor killing him." Then I feel you stop pulling your cock out, leaving just the massive mushroom inside my hole. I start to move higher on the hood, trying to get that last part of your cock out of my ass. "Would you like that? Do we have a deal?"

DRAXX:

I DONT ANSWER, BUT RATHER PLACE MY HAND AT YOUR UPPER-BACK AND SLAM YOU DOWN. [DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED ANYONE'S HELP, YOU FUCKING CUNT?] AND I SLAM BACK INTO YOU HARD, BRUTAL AND MERCILESSLY. I CAN ONLY LAUGH, ENJOYING HOW YOUR LEGS FLAIL, SHAKE, THRASH ALL OVER. I ALSO FEEL HOW MY COCK, DEEP IN YOU IS CARVING ITS OWN TUNNEL, REGARDLESS OF HOW YOUR BODY TRIES TO TIGHTEN AROUND IT AND TRY TO STOP IT. [WHATS THE MATTER TOUGH GUY? THOSE TATTOOS NOT HELPING YOU MUCH?] I GRAB YOUR SHAVED BALD HEAD, MY FINGERS WRAPPED TIGHT AROUND IT AND LIFT IT UP, MAKING YOU LOOK INTO THE WINDSHIELD OF THE CAR AND SEE THE FEAR AND TERROR IN YOUR FACE. RIGHT BEHIND YOU, IN THE GLASS, YOU SEE MY FACE WITH A WIDE SMILE.

BALAFOR:

Something is breaking badly inside me when your cock keeps on carving through my this inner walls tearing them into shreds. I see your eyes reflected in the windshield, that evil, nasty, almost maniacal look in them as you thrust your giant tool through another wall. I scream, cry out loud and ... fuck.. I shoot my load, a huge thick load, between my body and the hood of the car. I just hope you didn't notice that. "Please sir.. sir.. no more!"

DRAXX:

[NO MORE? WHY? THOSE BALLS ALREADY EMPTY FROM ONE LOAD?] I LAUGH AND START FUCKING YOU HARD, IN AND OUT, YOUR BLOOD SERVING AS LUBE FOR MY GIRTHY COCK. YOU ARE A SOLDIER AND I CONFIRM THAT WHEN, EVEN IN YOUR DIRE MOMENT BEING DESTROYED, YOU STILL TRY TO FIGHT BACK, THROWING YOUR ARMS BACKWARDS AT ME. I GRAB THE FIRST ONE, THEN THE SECOND, AND LOCK THEM IN MY GRIP, AT YOUR BACK, AND TUG ON THEM. I DON'T UNPLUG THEM BUT JUST ENOUGH TO RENDER THEM NUMB AS I KEEP FUCKING YOU, BENT OVER. I HOLD YOUR WRISTS WITH ONE HAND, AND WITH MY FREE ONE, I REACH DOWN AND GRAB YOUR BALLS UNDER US AND MASSAGE THEM, FORCING ANOTHER LOAD OUT FROM THEM.

BALAFOR:

"FUCKING MONSTER! STOP THAT, STOP THAT NOW!", I suddenly get strength to shout loud as you are pulling my arms backwards. My balls are trying to escape, enter inside my body but you hace trapped them good. I don´t know how you do it, but as you drill yet another new tunnel inside me, breaking your way even deeper, my body starts to shake, convulse almost, and not only from the pain, but.. "FUCKER I HATE YOU!", I scream as I feel another hot puddle of cum forming under my abs. It’s as if my balls sensed that their end could be near and, in a panic, were trying to empty the work of their lives—their precious load—somewhere, even if only haphazardly. "Some one will come and kill..", my words interrupted when a stream of blood spurts from my mouth splattering against the car’s windshield, blurring our reflection in it.

DRAXX:

[YOU THINK I CARE WHAT YOU THINK OF ME?] AS I THRUST MY COCK BACK INTO YOU AFTER SLIDING IT OUT A BIT. I KNOW THE DAMAGE IT HAS CAUSED DEEP INSIDE YOU. I FEEL YOUR BALLS IN MY HAND AND THEY ARE LIKE RAISINS NOW, ALL CRUNCHED UP AND EMPTY. [THIS IS THE SECOND MESSAGE I WILL BE SENDING TO YOUR PUSSY MARINE. LET'S HOPE HE GROWS A PAIR AND COMES TO FIND AND FACE ME.] I LAUGH AS I KEEP FUCKING HARDER. I TUG ON YOUR ARMS A BIT, MAKING SURE THEY ARE LIMP AND CANNOT MOVE ALTHOUGH I DID NOT DISLOCATE THEM FROM YOUR SHOULDERS. I LET GO OF THEM AND GRAB YOUR HEAD, LIFTING YOU UP. I TURN AROUND, PULLING YOU OFF THE HOOD AND SPIN TO SHOW YOU TO THE CROWD, STILL IMPALED ON MY COCK. [YOU FOUGHT WELL, SOLDIER BOY. JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH. AND THIS IS THE PRICE YOU PAY WHEN YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME. I HUMBLE YOU.] AS I SQUEEZE YOUR HEAD IN BOTH MY HANDS ON EACH SIDE. [ANY LAST WORDS?]

BALAFOR:

I’ve been told that when your life is about to end, you see all its moments flash before your eyes like a movie. But all I see are leering stares that want to watch a giant crush me like an overripe watermelon. "THE MARINE IS NOT MY FRIEND. HE ALMOST DESTROYED MY LIFE, HAVE MERCY! I CAN HELP YOU! DON'T KILL ME!". I feel the pressure around my head only increasing as my now limp cock and ruined balls are swinging between my legs, making guys point at it with their fingers and laugh. "My last words? DO IT FAST - DO IT NOW- MONSTER!"

DRAXX:

[KILL YOU? NAH. NOT MY M.O.] I LAUGH AS I PULL ON YOUR HEAD, MAKING YOUR WHOLE BODY FOLLOW, SLIDING YOU ON MY COCK AND THEN BACK DOWN ON IT. USING YOU LIKE A FLESH-LIGHT. [YOU SAY YOU ARE NOT HIS FRIEND. AND YET YOU SAY HE CAN DESTROY ME. HAHAHAHA.] I PUSH YOU DOWN ON MY COCK AND HOWL AS I EXPLODE DEEP IN YOU.

DRAXX:

I LIFT YOU AGAIN BRUTALLY OFF MY COCK AND THROW YOU DOWN TO THE GROUND UNDER ME. I KEEP CUMMING ALL OVER YOU. [WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BOX YOU PROMISED ME?] AND BEFORE YOU CAN ANSWER, I BEND DOWN, SQUAT OVER YOU. I GRAB MY COCK, FLICK IT, SCOOPING UP MY HANGING THICK JIZZ AND FEED IT TO YOU, PUSHING TWO FINGERS INTO YOUR MOUTH.

BALAFOR:

Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, a couple of guys have told me that I filled them with cum so much that it came out of their mouths. But you do it literally. I feel your thick cum penetrating every part of my insides, and eventually you fill my throat too, drowning me, literally, in your thick juice. “A box? He mentioned a box, but I don’t know any more than that,” I whimper as I swallow your thick, masculine sperm. "FUCKING HELL, HE JUST DOESN'T STOP CUMMING", I scream to myself.

DRAXX:

I LIFT YOUR HEAD AND LOOK INTO YOUR EYES. I SMILE AND CHUCKLE. [GIVE ME A SEC. I WILL BE RIGHT BACK.] AS I STAND TALL, WHIP MY COCK THAT STOPS CUMMING AND STUFF IT BACK INTO MY PANTS. I WALK AROUND THE CAR WHERE I WAS FUCKING YOU ON THE HOOD EARLIER. YOU HEAR CREAKING SOUNDS AT THE BACK AND THEN A LOUD SLAM.

I COME BACK A COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER, WITH A RELATIVELY MEDIUM BOX ON MY SHOULDER THAT I DROP NEXT TO YOU. [THINK THIS WILL BE ENOUGH?]

BALAFOR:

I’m still coughing up the remains of your cum when my gaze falls on a wooden box. "Enough for what? No, don't tell me you will close me into that box. And then what? Throw my body into the sea, drown me, make me disappear. "Bury me 3 meters deep?". I try to crawl away from you, but my arms and legs are still numb. "LET ME GO!". The guys watching us are now jerking off as they see you getting close again

DRAXX:

I GRAB YOU BY YOUR ANKLE AND PULL YOU BACK TO ME, AND START SLIDING YOU OVER INTO THE BOX. PUSHING YOU IN IT, I STUFF YOU LIMB AFTER LIMB INSIDE, SNUG, WHILE YOU ARE SCREAMING. I PUSH YOUR TORSO IN FIRST, THEN YOUR LEGS. THEY RESIST BUT WITH A LITTLE PUSH, A SNAP AND A TUG FROM HERE AND THERE, I MANAGE TO FOLD THEM INTO THE BOX. I MOVE A LITTLE FURTHER UP, TO YOUR ARMS AND THEY ARE EASIER TO MANAGE. ALL THE WHILE SMILING AT YOU, I PUZZLE YOU INTO THE BOX. [YOU WILL SEND HIM MY WARMEST REGARDS.]

BALAFOR:

The lid closes over me, and the last thing I see is your face, smiling almost kindly. Then everything goes dark around me. My anguished moans drown out the sounds from outside as I feel the box rising and me along with it. I’m far too weak even to scream or beg for mercy, which you wouldn’t grant anyway. If I survive all this, I’ll send that fucking Marine to his death trying to fight you. Or I’ll kill him myself, and his stupid partner too, if I have to. Finally, merciful unconsciousness comes to my aid; the pain and panic fade away. My last sensation is the box being loaded somewhere... then just darkness and silence.

Published: 2026-04-17, viewed 76 times.