THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
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Naughty_Monkey:
After a series of brutal beatings that nearly cost me my life, something in me finally snaps. Surviving isn’t enough anymore. I’m done running. Done recovering. Done being the victim. I make a decision. Not just to fight back… but to hunt. And not just anyone. I set my sights on the biggest, most violent man I know. You. I don’t have to wait long. Your crimes aren’t subtle. They echo through the streets, loud and frequent, like a warning no one dares answer. But I do. Just a few days after I finish preparing, you strike again. This time, I’m ready. And this time… I'm enhanced.
DRAXX:
I HAVE CLIMBED THE FOOD CHAIN ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP - FEARED, RESPECTED, WORSHIPPED. THERE IS ALWAYS THE OCCASIONAL WANNABES WHO THINK THEY CAN GO AGAINST ME AND TRY TO DETHRONE ME. I AM HUGE. AND THAT EVEN IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. MY IMAGE IS THAT OF A GIANT BEHEMOTH IN BLACK TIGHT PANTS THAT LOOK LIKE THEY ARE PAINTED ON ME, LEAVING ALMOST NOTHING TO THE IMAGINATION. I HAVE YET TO FIND A SHIRT THAT COULD COVER MY UPPER-BODY SO PREFER STROLLING DOWN THE STREETS OF MY CITY WITHOUT IT, AND LET EVERYONE DROOL OVER WHAT I GOT, AND I KNOW THEY DO.
Naughty_Monkey:
I need to pull you away. Somewhere empty. Somewhere no one else gets caught in the fallout. My hand slides to my cybernetic thigh, fingers locking around the stun grenade concealed there. One clean motion, no hesitation. I rip it free and launch it straight at you. It hits. Your torso barely shifts... that absurd wall of muscle absorbing the impact for a split second before the device detonates. A blinding flash. A violent crack of energy. It won’t kill you… but it will hurt. It has to. I don’t wait to admire the result. The second it connects, I’m already moving. I turn and sprint. Every step is calculated. Every turn pre-planned. I weave through the streets, cutting exactly where I need to, not daring to look back. The route is burned into my mind, rehearsed over and over for this exact moment. Seconds later, I reach it. The alley. Narrow. Empty. Perfect. Exactly where I want you.
DRAXX:
A LITTLE ORB HITS MY BACK, BOUNCING OFF ME. IT IS STILL IN THE AIR, AS I TURN AND GRAB IT IN MY GIANT HAND. I SEE YOU DASHING AWAY, AND I SMILE. I FLICK IT INTO THE AIR JUST IN TIME AND WATCH IT EXPLODE - ALL IN A MATTER OF SECONDS. [IS THAT YOUR CALL, LITTLE MONKEY?] I THINK TO MYSELF AS I SPRINT BEHIND YOU, SLIDING AROUND THE NEXT CORNER, MAKING YOU THINK YOU LOST ME AS YOU DON'T SEE ME WHEN YOU LOOK BACK.
SECONDS LATER, I WATCH YOU ENTER THE ALLEY, THINKING I AM STILL BEHIND YOU AND YOU GOT ME LURED. [IS IT ME YOU LOOKING FOR?] I LAUGH MY ARMS CROSSED OVER MY CHEST.
Naughty_Monkey:
I wait. Nothing. No footsteps. No crash of pursuit. No sign of you at all. For a split second, doubt creeps in. Did the grenade do more than I thought? Did I actually... A voice detonates behind me. “Is it me you're looking for?” I freeze. Slowly, I turn. There you are. Not stumbling. Not hurt. Not even breathing hard. Just standing there… relaxed, confident… smug. “How the fuck did you—” I cut myself off. Doesn’t matter. The answer’s obvious now. You’re faster than I planned for. And up close… You’re worse. Bigger than I expected. Bigger than should be possible. That slab of muscle for a torso fills my vision... a wall of hardened abs inches from my face, your chest looming above like it could collapse down on me at any second. For a moment, my body wants to hesitate. I don’t let it. I straighten. Hold my ground. “I know who you are,” I say, steadying my voice. “I know exactly what you can do.” A beat. “And when I drag your broken body into the street… no one will ever dare touch me again.”
DRAXX:
I SMILE ALL OF A SUDDEN, AS I START TO SQUAT, CROUCH TO REACH YOUR LEVEL AND LOOK YOU STRAIGHT IN THE EYES. [WHO OR WHAT MAKES YOU SO CONFIDENT, LITTLE RUNT?] I REACH IN AND POKE YOUR CHEST WITH ONE FINGER. [DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GO UP AGAINST ME? HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF ME BEFORE?]
Naughty_Monkey:
A predictable move. You lower yourself slightly, those monstrous thighs planting either side of me, boxing me in. There’s nowhere to step, nowhere to shift. You’re too close. Your face drops to mine. Close enough that I feel your breath against my skin. The jab of your finger into my chest shouldn’t hurt as much as it does… but it does. A sharp, humiliating reminder of the size difference. I hold my ground anyway, even as the lack of a chest plate suddenly feels like a very expensive mistake. “I know who you are,” I murmur, voice low, controlled. “But you know nothing about me… or what I can do.” A pause. “And that gives me the edge.” I force a smirk, leaning into a confidence I haven’t quite earned. “You’ll see.” Before the doubt can catch up to me, I move. A sudden burst of speed. My cybernetically enhanced arm snaps back, and then drives forward. Metal meets flesh with everything I’ve got behind it. A clean shot. Right to your nose. I’m ready for it. The crunch. The recoil. The blood. Nothing. No sound. No movement. No reaction. It’s like I just punched a statue. “…fuck.” The word slips out before I can stop it. My fist pulls back again, faster this time. Harder. I’ll make it hurt. I have to. This one... This one will land.
DRAXX:
THIS ONE LANDS, AND BLOOD TRICKLES DOWN MY FACE. BUT I SMILE AND LAP IT UP WITH MY TONGUE. [MMM. TASTES GOOD. BEEN A WHILE I HAVEN'T HAD THAT.] I REACH IN AND TRY TO GRA YOUR ARM BUT THEN STOP. I LAUGH AND DROPPING TO MY KNEES, I LIFT MY TORSO UP, STRAIGHTEN IT, AND SPREAD MY ARMS WIDE OPEN. [LETS HAVE SOME FUN. SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO, WHO YOU REALLY ARE.] I SAY TO YOU IN A MOCKING TONE.
Naughty_Monkey:
The second punch lands. Harder. Faster. Everything I’ve got behind it. For a split second, time just… stops. This is it. This is where something gives. A low chuckle breaks the silence. Then a smile. You liked it. My stomach drops. I bring my arms up, instinct taking over, bracing for the counterattack... but it never comes. Instead, you move differently. You open up. Your torso shifts forward, chest exposed, completely unguarded. No defence. No hesitation. Just an invitation. A goad. A trap? Maybe. Don’t care. I have to take it. My normal hand shoots forward, driving straight into your left pec. And pain explodes up my arm. I bite it back, barely stopping myself from crying out. It’s like hitting solid steel. My fist recoils, fingers screaming in protest. No reaction from you. Nothing. I grit my teeth, shove the pain aside, and swing again, this time with the enhanced arm. Metal slams into muscle. It bounces. A faint red mark blooms across your chest… and that’s it. That’s all. Something inside me snaps. I hit you again. And again. And again. Each punch driving into the same spot, faster, harder, desperate now. I step closer without realising, trying to find some angle, some weakness, something that will work. My breathing turns ragged. A low growl builds in my throat, raw and uncontrolled. Pain in my hands. Heat in my chest. Rage clawing its way up from somewhere deep and ugly. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Because if this isn’t working… Then nothing will.
DRAXX:
AS YOUR METAL ARM LANDS ON MY CHEST, I SNAP GRAB IT AT THE WRIST, KEEPING TIGHT AGAINST MY SKIN. [NICE DEVICE.] AS I GRAB THE FIRST METAL FINGER AND SLOWLY BEND IT BACKWARDS, THEN SNAP IT. I PULL AND TUG ON IT AND DISLOCATE IT, DISLODGE IT AND PULL IT OUT FROM THE MECHANISM, TEARING THE WIRES ALONG WITH IT. I HOLD IT IN MY HAND AND CLOSE MY FINGERS AROUND IT MAKING YOU HEAR IT CRUNCH IN MY GRIP. [PATHETIC. YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME WITHOUT WEAPONS. AND WITH THEM YOU ARE WEAKER.] I MOCK YOU AS I LET GO OF THE BROKEN PIECES AND PROCEED TO GRAB ANOTHER OF YOUR FINGERS. IT TURNS OUT IT IS NOT YOUR ACTUAL HAND BUT LIKE A COVER, A GLOVE.
Naughty_Monkey:
My assault ends instantly. Your hand clamps around mine. Not just stopping it; owning it. Your grip tightens, fingers wrapping around the metal casing of my enhanced fist… and then you start to twist. At first, I don’t understand what I’m feeling. Then crack. The sound is wrong. Not bone. Metal. My eyes widen as the armour begins to give way in your grip, bending, splitting, peeling apart like it’s nothing. That shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be possible. Fragments shear off under the pressure, slicing into my hand beneath. Pain floods in, sharp and immediate. “What the... how are you...?!” I grab your forearm with my other hand, straining, pulling, trying to force you off. Nothing. It’s like trying to move a steel pillar bolted into the ground. Your legs box me in, immovable, hemming me in on both sides. There’s nowhere to go. No leverage. No escape. Panic hits. I yank back, harder, desperate now, but your grip doesn’t shift. Not even slightly. The pressure increases. More metal gives way. More pain. No options left. Fine. One move. One chance. My enhanced leg snaps forward with everything I’ve got behind it, fast, precise, aimed to end this in a single strike. The armour enclosed foot smashes into your bulge with enough force to send echoes down the alley.
DRAXX:
YOU HEAR A LOUD HOWL, AND LETTING GO OF YOU MANGLED ARMOURS ARM, I DROP TO MY KNEES. [OH. YOU JUST SEALED YOUR FATE, MAGGOT.] AS I CLUTCH MY BULGE FOR A SECOND BEFORE STARTING TO RISE AGAIN, TALL. I SPREAD MY ARMS WIDE, AND WAVE YOU OVER. YOU NOTCE SOMETHING GROWING IN MY PANTS AND I SEE YOUR EYES GLUED TO IT. [DON'T WORRY. IF YOU SURVIVE, I WILL LET YOU EXPERIENCE IT.]
Naughty_Monkey:
For a split second it works. I see it. A flicker. A reaction. A shift in your expression that looks like pain. Real pain. A surge of excitement hits me, sharp and electric. Got you. Finally. I’ve made a dent. And just like that… It’s gone. You straighten. Slowly. Casually. Rising to your full height… and somehow getting even bigger as you do. It’s not just the size, it’s the presence. The weight of you filling the space, swallowing the alley whole. My eyes drop to where my strike landed. Nothing. No damage. No weakness. The opposite. There's a noticeable growth in your bulge, and I can see it growing even bigger. It's almost hypnotic. My chest tightens. I don’t move. Can’t move. My feet feel welded to the ground, my body refusing to accept what it’s seeing. You say something... low, threatening, meant for me, but the words don’t land. They blur past, meaningless noise against the pounding in my ears. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I force myself to breathe. Force myself to move. One step back. Then another. Trying to create space. Trying to shrink you down into something manageable. It doesn’t work. You don’t get smaller. If anything… you feel bigger.
DRAXX:
I SNAP GRAB YOUR METAL COVERED AND ARMOURED ARM, AND TUG AT IT. TRYING TO RIP THE ENHANCEMENT OFF YOUR SKIN. [LETS MAKE THIS A FAIR FIGHT. HAHAHAHA. AS IF THAT IS EVEN POSSIBLE.] AS WE BOTH HEAR THE METAL CRUNCHING AND SOON, SLIPPING OFF YOUR ARM.
Naughty_Monkey: The destruction doesn’t slow. It escalates. What was once precision-built armour is now nothing more than twisted scrap in your grip. Plates buckle, joints shear, mechanisms collapse under forces they were never designed to withstand. Months of work… gone. Erased in seconds. I don’t even recognise it anymore. I don’t recognise anything about this fight. But my leg... Still intact. Still enhanced. Still useful. I swing it hard. A full, committed strike. My leg slams into the side of yours with a heavy, echoing thud, the impact jolting up through my body. For a fraction of a second… I wait.
DRAXX:
I LIFT YOU HIGHER, THEN SLAM YOU TO THE ALLEY WALL BEHIND YOU, INTO THE HARD BRICKS. I SMILE AT YOU AS I SEE YOU IN PAIN, AND NOW, YOU CAN'T HELP BUT TAKE A WHIFF OF MY MANLY MUSK EMANATING FROM MY PITS, INTOXICATING YOU. I NOTICE, ALTHOUGH YOU ARE IN PAIN, THE GROWING BULGE IN YOUR PANTS. I LAUGH AS I POINT AT IT. [YOU LIKE THIS. YOU LIKE BEING TREATED LIKE A PUSSY.] I BALL UP A FIST AND SLAM IT TO YOUR GUT, NOT AS HARD AS I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO - THAT WOULD KILL YOU. I WANT THIS TO LAST A BIT LONGER, ENJOY TOYING WITH YOU.
Naughty_Monkey:
Did it even matter? Did you feel it at all? There’s no reaction. No shift. No sign my kick did anything. My answer comes a second later. I’m lifted higher. Slowly. Deliberately. Like you’re taking your time… letting it sink in. You slam me back into the brick wall. The impact detonates through my spine. Pain explodes across my back, ripping a scream out of me before I can stop it. I hang there for a second, stunned, vision flickering, and then I see you. Pointing. Laughing. Not strained. Not angry. Amused. That lands worse than the impact. Something else hits me too, subtle at first, then unmistakable. The must emanating from your hyper-masculine body has given me a boner! "How is this..." I don't have time to finish my thought. Your fist drives forward. Straight into my stomach. It’s not just a hit, it’s force. Crushing, invasive, like it’s trying to push straight through me. Everything leaves my lungs in one violent burst. I fold, choking, coughing, and something wet hits my lips. Blood. Not surface level. Inside. That did real damage. Internal damage. My body goes slack. I try to move. Nothing responds. Too much pain. Too much shock. Bruising appears almost instantly and spreads rapidly. I suddenly realise I've made a massive mistake.
DRAXX:
I NOTICE THE GROWING BULGE IN YOUR SHORTS AND SNAP GRAB IT TIGHT. [YOU ENJOYING THIS IT SEEMS.] I LAUGH AS I MASSAGE YOUR BALLS ROUGHLY. [I GOT SOMETHING YOU MIGHT ENJOY MORE.]
Naughty_Monkey:
I try to fight it. My hand tries to knock yours away, clawing at your wrist, your forearm, anything I can reach. My fingers scrape, dig in, strain for leverage… Nothing. Your grip tightens. Pain spikes through my body as you squeeze my balls. They are small and fragile in your huge muscular hand. I can’t stay like this. I have to take something back. Anything. My leg. Still working. Still mine. I drag it up and drive it forward, slamming it into your bulge. "An eye for an eye!" I yell. A solid hit. Again. I pull it back and kick again, harder this time, faster, desperate. Again. Again. Each strike jarring up through my body, my movements losing precision, turning into raw, repetitive force. I don’t care about form anymore. Just impact. Just something that works. A low, ragged sound escapes me; half growl, half breath, as I keep kicking, over and over, refusing to stop. Because stopping means thinking. And thinking means realising… this might not be enough.
DRAXX:
AND LUCK STRIKES AS YOUR LEG CONNECTS TO MY BULGE, AND THE METAL COVERING OF YOUR LIMB STINGS ME, JUST ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO AND DROP YOU. [OWW. THAT HURT.] I SAY LAUGHING AS I PULL BACK JUST A STEP, SEEING THE HOPE FILL YOUR EYES. BUT ALMOST IMMEDIATELY VANISH WHEN YOU SEE ME GET UP AND STAND TALL, BLOCKING THE LIGHT IN THE ALLEY AGAIN.
Naughty_Monkey:
Your grip loosens. I drop, stumbling. Freedom. “Yes!” A surge of triumph hits me. I can hurt you. For the first time in this fight… I’ve done something that matters. You straighten. And just like that, the moment dies. You rise to your full height again, looming, heavier somehow, more dangerous than before. Whatever damage I caused, whatever tiny advantage I had. It’s already fading. Seconds. That’s all it took. My chest tightens. No time to celebrate. No time to think. Just one option left. The bulge. It’s the only thing that’s shown any weakness. The only thing that might actually give if I push hard enough. I shift my stance, forcing my body to respond despite the pain screaming through it. My hand reaches up and grabs the bulge. I don't even try to squeeze. I instantly know my hand is not big enough. The other joins. Still not enough to get a good grip but it's all I have to work with. I can feel two enormous balls. My fingers close around them. My forearms burst with energy. I squeeze as hard as I can. As if my life depends on it. It very well might depend on it!
DRAXX:
I WATCH AS YOU TRY, PATHETICALLY. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO AND I CHUCKLE. GRABBING YOU AT THE SHOULDERS, I SQUEEZE TIGHT AND DIG MY FINGERS IN - ONE INTO YOUR ARMPIT AND THE OTHER AT THE TOP. I START PULLING SLOWLY OUTWARDS. MAKING YOUR WHOLE ARMS NUMB AND SOON, LIMP, ONCE YOU LET GO OF MY BULGE, I WILL SIMPLY DISLOCATE THEM AND MIGHT EVEN RIP THEM OFF YOUR BODY.
Naughty_Monkey:
My hold stays locked in place. Even as your hands close around my shoulders. At first, it’s just pressure. Then it builds. And keeps building. Your grip tightens, fingers digging in, compressing muscle, bone, everything beneath. There’s no give, no limit. Just a steady, unstoppable increase. After a few seconds, something changes. My arms… They don’t feel right. The strength drains out of them, replaced by a creeping numbness that spreads from my shoulders down to my fingertips. “No...” Panic hits hard. I twist, squirm, try to wrench myself free, but your grip doesn’t shift. Not even slightly. I’m stuck. Completely. My hold breaks. My arms fall uselessly to my sides. A low groan escapes me, dragged out of my chest by the pressure. It rises. Builds. Turns into a full, uncontrollable yell as your fingers drive deeper, crushing, invading, like you’re trying to force your way through me rather than just hold me in place. I can’t fight it. I can’t stop it. It feels like... you’re tearing me apart! If I use my secret weapon now, it might not work. If I don't use it, I may never get the chance.
DRAXX:
I KEEP PULLING UNTIL YOUR ARMS HANG LOOSE, LIMP, DEAD AT YOUR SIDES. I SMILE AT YOU. [I THINK WE ARE DONE HERE.] AS I LET GO OF YOU AND WATCH YOU PULL BACK SCARED.
Naughty_Monkey:
The pressure in my shoulders is overwhelming. Too much. My thoughts start to fragment, slipping, fading at the edges. Then suddenly, you let go. My mind snaps into focus. Defend yourself! The command is instant. Urgent. Nothing happens. My arms hang uselessly at my sides. No response. No strength. No control. Not dislocated… but damaged. Disabled in a way I don’t understand yet. I stare at them for half a second too long. Then it hits me. You didn’t just overpower me. You disabled me. Precise. Deliberate. Controlled. That’s worse. Way worse. This isn’t just brute force. You know exactly what you’re doing. A cold spike of fear cuts through the pain. I’m out of options. Except one. My eye. The implant wasn’t just for vision. One charge. One shot. That’s all it ever had. I steady myself, forcing my breathing to slow despite everything screaming inside me. “Optics… activate.” My voice is calm. Heat builds instantly behind my eye, sharp and intense, like pressure about to burst. My vision distorts, focusing, narrowing. I lock onto the bulge in your trunks. No hesitation. A blinding beam erupts forward. For a split second, everything whites out. My vision disappears completely as the energy discharges in one violent burst. Then darkness. The implant burns out, detaching, dropping from my face and hitting the ground with a dull, final sound. Spent. Finished. Gone. My vision slowly crawls back, blurred, unfocused. I blink hard, trying to clear it. Trying to see. Trying to find out. Have I sliced through your cock? Are you slowly bleeding to death?
DRAXX:
YOU HAVE SLICED THROUGH SOMETHING, NO DOUBT. BUT I LAUGH AS I WATCH MY TIGHT PANTS FALL OFF ME. THERE IS A RED MARK ON MY UPPER-THIGH, LIKE A LESION. [WHY YOU LITTLE PRICK.] AS I GRAB YOU BY YOUR THROAT TIGHT, LIFT YOU UP AND SLAM YOU TO THE WALL AT ARMS LENGTH. [YOU WANTED TO SEE MORE. YOU JUST HAD TO ASK.] AS I SEE YOU LOOK DOWN AT MY MONSTER COCK, EYES WIDE. I STEP IN CLOSER AND AS MY COCK THROBS HARD, I START BRINGING YOU DOWN TOWARDS IT, AIMING YOUR ASS AT IT, YOUR LEGS SPREAD WIDE OPEN.
Naughty_Monkey:
My vision clears. Slowly. Shapes come back first… then detail… then focus. I find you. I look straight at the impact point. A red mark. That’s it. No burn. No rupture. No damage worth noticing. Just… a faint red mark. My heart sinks. Not because it failed. But because of what I’m seeing. A semi flaccid cock hangs heavy over your huge balls. Not just a cock, a monstrous cock. A hungry cock. A growing cock. My eyes widen as the biggest cock I've ever seen grows bigger and more angry. I don’t get a second to think. Your hand shoots down and closes around my neck. Not just grabbing. Controlling. Your fingers lock in, tightening just enough to remind me how easily you could crush it… or not. My breathing stutters, instantly at your mercy. Then I’m lifted. Effortless. Like I weigh nothing. In a blink, my feet leave the ground, legs kicking uselessly at empty air as you raise me higher… and higher… until I’m level with you. Eye to eye. I feel something between my legs. Your fingers change their grip. It's slight but controlling, forcing my head down. Forcing me to look at what my legs had felt. Your cock, even bigger, pushing my legs apart. You lower me slowly. Just an inch. Then another. I panic. I go to punch you. "Fuck!" The words leave my move as I remember my useless arms. Not punching, just hanging limply, not that a punch would have made any difference.
DRAXX:
I LAUGH AS I LOWER YOU MORE AND MORE ONTO MY BIG MUSHROOM HEAD, PUSHING IT IN AND POPPING YOU OPEN. YOUR LEGS INSTINCTIVELY STRETCH WIDER, UNNATURALLY. I ENJOY SO MUCH A GUY SCREAMING AND THRASHING IN MY GRIP. YOUR BODY IS FORCED INTO ANGLES THAT DON'T SEEM RIGHT JUST TO ACCOMMODATE MY MONSTER COCK. AND I DON'T STOP, STILL PUSHING YOU DOWN, MAKING SURE YOU TAKE MY WHOLE LENGTH AS I WATCH IT SCULPT ITS WAY INSIDE YOUR GUT. I CAN SEE ITS OUTLINE THROUGH YOUR SKINNY LEAN SLIM BODY.
Naughty_Monkey:
"Help! HELP!" My cries for help get louder and more desperate. Your hand holds my neck tightly but not enough to stifle my cries. Intentional? Probably! As I'm lowered closer and closer to your colossal cock my body tenses. A bad move but an instinctive one. I know I should relax to lessen the pain but my body won't respond. A burning hot sensation erupts in my anus. The tight muscle refusing entry. A refusal you ignore. The muscles tear. The pain is excruciating. The skin begins to tear too as your engorged head continues unabated on its journey. My blood acting as a lubricant, but offering no relief from the pain. And then a change. A subtle but horrific change. I feel and even hear the pop as your head finally passes through my ripped hole. I feel it working its way through my body, distorting my guts, rearranging my anatomy. A feeling almost beyond description. A feeling so horrific my brain struggles to process it. My cries for help slowly morph into meaningless wailing, screaming, noises borne of pure torture. And there seems to be no end. Inch by inch continues to destroy my guts.
DRAXX:
[ARE THOSE SCREAMS OF JOY OR PAIN?] I ASK MOCKINGLY AND ACTING INNOCENT WHILE I PUSH YOU DEEPER ONTO MY STEEL HARD COCK. [YOU DOING GREAT SO FAR. TAKING IT ALMOST ALL.] AND SOON ENOUGH, YOU FEEL MY BALLS UNDER YOU, LIKE YOU ARE SITTING ON THEM, LIKE A CHICKEN ON HER EGGS. YOU LOOK DOWN AND SEE YOUR GUT DISTENDED WITH THE SHAPE OF MY COCK.
Naughty_Monkey:
I'm almost sick when I see the shape of my lower torso. My abs bulging out and forming the outline of your inhuman cock. My 5" cock is painfully hard. Something about your musk is maintaining my boner despite the unbelievable pain I'm in. I look back up to your face. Your smile sends a thousand messages. Not the smile of a caring man. The smile of a monstrous beast. The smile of a man deriving pleasure from my destruction. My legs flail involuntarily. Your cock is buried so deep that my torso remains still despite the motion in my legs.
DRAXX:
I LAUGH WATCHING YOU SHAKE, IMPALED ON MY COCK. [THIS WAS FUN. FOR ME THAT IS.]
Naughty_Monkey:
I can feel the numbness starting to lift in my arms. I manage to lift one. My hand presses against one of your enormous pecs. I push weakly, but it's a sign of defiance and it's the best I have right now. "I won't let you get away with this!"
DRAXX:
[HAHAHAHA. BUT I HAVE ALREADY MY DEAR LITTLE PUSSYCAT.] I SNAP GRAB YOUR HEAD IN BOTH HANDS AND MAKE YOU LOOK AT ME. [YOU ARE DONE.]
Naughty_Monkey:
Your other hand moves. Then both. Huge. They come up and close around my head, swallowing it whole. Light disappears. Cut off in an instant. Everything narrows to pressure, thick, smothering, inescapable. Your palms clamp in, fingers locking around the sides of my skull, sealing me in darkness. I can’t see. Can barely breathe. My arms lift, slow, weak, hands fumbling blindly until they find your forearms. I grab, push, scrape, trying to force even a fraction of space between us. Nothing. There’s no strength left. No leverage. No chance. My hands slide, falter, barely able to hold on as your grip stays firm… controlled… absolute. The darkness presses in. Your hands tighten. And I realise I’m completely shut off. Completely trapped. And there’s not a single thing I can do about it.
DRAXX:
SUDDENLY I LET GO OF YOU HEAD, AND AS YOU TAKE IN A DEEP BREATH, THE OXYGEN THAT RUSHES IN MAKES YOUR HEAD SPIN, DIZZY. IT MAKES YOU CONVULSE AGAIN AND I LOVE THAT FEELING AROUND MY COCK. I THROW MY HEAD BACK AND HOWL AS I FILL YOUR INSIDES WITH MY MASSIVE BOILING LOAD. I LAUGH AS I SEE YOUR GUT BLOAT. I LIFT YOU OFF MY COCK AND MAKE YOU WATCH IT STILL PUMPING LOAD AFTER LOAD.
I BRING YOU DOWN, BUT THIS TIME, I GUIDE YOUR SLACKED JAW TO MY COCKHEAD AND PUSH IT IN YOUR MOUTH, AND KEEP CUMMING INSIDE YOUR THROAT, FLOODING YOUR INSIDES. I LAUGH EVEN MORE WHEN I FEEL YOU THRASHING, UNABLE TO BREATHE, AND UNABLE TO EVEN STOP ME, YOUR ARMS HANGING LIMP AT YOUR SIDE. [GOODBYE LITTLE ONE. IT HAS BEEN A PLEASURE KNOWING YOU.]
Naughty_Monkey:
Is this it? The thought cuts through the darkness, cold and final. No. Something changes. Your grip shifts. Not loosening… adjusting. Pressure eases just enough for air to slip back in. I drag in a breath, sharp and desperate, lungs burning as they fill again. Light returns in fragments as your hands move, no longer sealing me off completely. Then you lift. A horrendous feeling of a vacuum forms in my guts as you slide out the weapon that has been ravaging my guts. Cum and blood pour down my thighs. My feet touch the ground. You lower me. Gently. Deliberately. Like you’ve decided I’m worth setting down. For a split second… my body wants to believe it. That it’s over. That you’re done. I know better. I force that thought down immediately. No hope. Not here. Not with you. And right on cue… I realise why. You’re not letting me go. You’re resetting me. Putting me back on my feet. Not to end this but to continue it. On your terms.
Your mammoth cock is in front of me, still spewing out hot cum. A seemingly endless supply. Your grip changes. I know what it means. I open my mouth the scream but you silence me instantly. Your cock head pushes into my mouth. Stretching it wide. Too wide. The sides of my mouth tear. My jaw goes slack. You continue. Your impossibly large cock head forces my throat to expand, still shooting cum but this time into me. My neck stretches painfully. Unable to breathe. My weak arms claw at your legs. No impact. Unable to breathe, choking on your cum, every second brings me closer to blacking out.
DRAXX:
I PUSH DEEPER AND SOON ENOUGH, I FEEL YOUR NOSE AT MY PUBES. [GOODNIGHT. GOODBYE.] WATCHING YOUR BODY SHAKE AND CONVULSE AND THEN GO LIMP.
Naughty_Monkey:
My oesophagus tears apart as you continue to fill my mouth and stuff my throat. With each twitch of your cock, I'm moved around, like a puppet but in reverse. I feel my energy draining away as my body burns up the remaining oxygen in my blood. Your pubes the last thing I see before my eyes roll back in my head and I drift into peaceful unconsciousness
DRAXX:
I PULL OUT MY COCK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WITH A LOUD POP, STEP BACK AND WATCH YOUR BODY SLUMP DOWN TO THE FLOOR, IDLE. I DON'T EVEN CARE IF YOU ARE STILL ALIVE OR DEAD - IT WOULD TAKE YEARS TO EVEN RECOVER FROM WHAT I DID TO YOU.
Naughty_Monkey:
Somewhere, deep in my unconscious, a flicker of life. A tiny register of air entering lungs. Heart beating but barely. Breaths shallow, almost non-existent. Clutching on to life with everything I have left.
DRAXX:
I BEND DOWN AND WRAP MY HAND AROUND YOUR FACE, PRECISELY OVER YOUR MOUTH, COVERING IT AS I LOCK MY FINGERS AND START LIFTING YOU UP. I JUST KEEP YOUR EYES UNCOVERED SO YOU CAN LOOK AT ME. MY PALM COVERS YOUR PIE-HOLE AND CUTS YOUR BREATH. I SMILE AS I WATCH YOU THRASH NOW, UNABLE TO EVEN LIFT YOUR ARMS TO STOP ME, AS I SLAM YOU TO THE WALL AND PULL YOU UP JUST UNTIL YOUR LEGS START DANGLING OFF THE FLOOR. [TIME FOR YOU TO DIE NOW.]
Naughty_Monkey:
Barely have my lungs filled before your palm covers my mouth. As your fingers circle around the back of my skull, I know what's coming. Inevitable. Brutal. Controlled. I look into your eyes as you hold me in the air. We both know I can't fight back. We both know it wouldn't matter if I could. You didn't need to smash me into the wall. That was just for your amusement. I don't even need to hear your words of death. I know it's coming. My legs flail as a symbol of final resistance before they suddenly stop. You feel a slight change in my weight distribution as my entire body goes limp. The pain washes away. I'm free. Free from the worries of life. Free from slowly getting old. Free from the pain. Nothing. Blackness. Final.
DRAXX:
DEAD
Published: 2026-04-21, viewed 97 times.
Deville Knox
2026-04-21 19:20fucking brutal and rough fellows.
Dream Breaker
2026-04-21 19:14NaughtyMonkey has, indeed, some cybernetic enhancements that could have worked with many bigger guys, even to eliminate them in a humiliating way. But nothing seems to work on DRAXX. He’s like a rock against which even the best warriors are crushed.
Guys, great reading, even refreshing. Thanks for sharing your story with us. And hey, Naughty Monkey, do not give up. One day you might succeed. And you DRAXX, one day there will be someone to take you down. ;)
Freaker
2026-04-21 12:22This was a chillingly effective power fantasy. DRAXX's overwhelming physical dominance was the core of the story—his ability to absorb damage, disable technology, and treat his opponent as disposable created a terrifying sense of inevitability. Naughty_Monkey's courage and desperation were palpable; his cybernetic enhancements felt like a genuine threat, which made their systematic destruction all the more impactful. The narrative was a masterclass in building dread, transitioning from a fight to a complete and brutal violation. It was dark, one-sided, and left no doubt about the power dynamic from start to finish. Thank for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
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