THE HIGH TABLE

I got a call from my agent for a next fight in an underground fight-club. He tells me, it's a new level of NHB fights in front people who pay a lot of money to watch men fight at each other. My opponent will be a Marine who has a lot of experience in underground fights and there are absolutely no rules in that event. No referee, no time limit, winner decides when he has finished his opponent. I hesitate some seconds and then I agree. "Tell me the day and location, I'm there." ... In the lockerroom I slide into my fight gear. Red tight shorts, black Adidas-Wrestling-Shoes. I focus on the fight as a guy knocks at the door and calls me to the ring. Lights are dimmed in the audience and I make my way to the ring... Andy, a german fighter, 42 years, 6'5 feet, 227 lbs. I enter the ring and pose for the crowd... then I walk to the corner waiting on my opponent.

I have just ended a fight with the manager of the club who has booked me to a fight without my consent yet again - forcing me to enter the cage and put on a show for a bunch of rich men who get hard watching me rip through a smaller opponent. I am tired of that. Slamming the door to his office, I make my way down the hall to my changing room where i calm down before starting to get into my gear - a pair of tight black compression shorts, a tank top and a pair of black boots. My fights are usually quick and easy... but tonight, I will make it a point and try to make them longer. Thinking of it, the longer the fight, the more money I could gather.

On my way to the cage, down the arena, I try to make out from afar my opponent. I do hope he poses a challenge - I would hate for an easy fight. I admit, the harder the fight, or feisty the opponent, the hornier I get, the more brutal I get, and thus, destructive I can get. I smile as I get closer and see him wearing some red shorts... Hahahaha. To attract the bull in me.

There are spotlights above the cage who are dazzling me... the door is still open and through the fence I try to spot my opponent. People roar and I assume he is already in the aisle or background. It sounds like they know him well. I press my teeth togehter and wait for his entrance. My muscles are tensed. I remind the words of my agent that there are absolutely no rules and no time limit. Well, I've broken so many men in my career with or without rules, but I'm still hungry to add another win to it.

I step inside, all pumped and already enraged by the argument I had with the manager. But when I see you, I smile. "Oh. This is gonna be good. I like this one." As I run my gaze all over your muscular body, sizing every inch, taller, ripped... total handsome stud. I walk in and the door is closed behind me. I spread my arms wide and the crowd calms down a bit. "Finally. A challenge. Am gonna enjoy toying with this one." Looking at the cage coordinator standing outside.

I hear many of the guys cheering you as you enter the cage and the door gets locked behind you. Well, business as usual, no referee, nobody who interferes or stops the carnage when we go at each other like predators. I look your body up and down. I see some muscles. You are similiar in height and weight, some years younger than me. "Yeah, I think so, this is gonna be good for me.", I hiss out after your words. The tension in the cage is palpable. I'm sure there will be no sign or bell to start the fight and so I take the advantage and rush at you, leap off with a flying knee against your chest and fists ready to punch your skull. Crowd was silent for a short moment but as soon as I attack you, they yell again.

Your attack is flawless taking me by surprise as I was about to start flexing for the crowd and rile it up. I spread my arms and you come crashing into me unexpectedly, landing your knee to my chest, forcing me back into the cage wall and followed by a punch to my head, sending me down to one knee. I spit to one side, and shake my head from the stars. I am impressed and smile at you as you pull back and give me space to recover. "Nice one stud. Hit first and hit hard is it?"

I love that dull sound when my knuckles hit your skull and you tilt to one knee... OOOOOHHH... some of the guys moan as the local fighter goes down right with the first hit... "Yeah, it was really nice, you want more?", I ask you mockingly as I let you get up to your feet just to spin around quickly and sending my right shoe with force into your left side with a side kick to welcome you back on your feet.

I find myself again on one knee after another attack - a kick to my side. I grunt and I hear the crowd gasping outside. I chuckle, knowing things will change soon. "You are good. Where did you learn to fight, stud?"

I grin as you end on one knee again, right infront of me, the place you belong to be. "I learned from the best and today you can learn from me.", I say and send my knee to your chin not wasting time and losing that advantage. Guys come close to the cage with drinks in their hands and cheer. The tall German shows an amazing start.

But there is a loud gasp when one of them points out and sees my hand stopping your knee an inch from my face. Your attack would have been perfect had it landed. I ball up my other fist and slam it to your kneecap, hard. I watch from my kneeling position as you stumble backwards. "I am ready for you to teach me." I smile as I get up slowly and flex my arms in my tank top that is now starting to cling to my ripped muscular body, showing my etched abs.

Your reaction is extremely fast and... SMAACCKKK... that fist to my kneecap would have done more damage for sure, if my leg muscles wouldn't be tensed for that kick but that strike is anyway good and I realize you are also something of a fighter... It's still the beginning of the fight with changing words and first attacks but we know this fight will heaten up quickly... "Okay, lets start the fight then...", I hiss out, fists up, guard infront my head, bouncing on my feet as we move back and forth and then I try to quick kicks to your knees... WHACK WHACK... left and right to retaliate your fist to my mine...

I see that kick coming and push my knee out a bit, tensing it, letting you land your attack. I smile as I flex my whole body, making you feel how hard my leg is as you connect. "You are good... But your time as a cage fighter is done." I chuckle now, as I pull back after your weak feeble attack to my leg. I shake it to show you that you did nothing to it. I start bouncing on the tip of my toes all around the cage. "My turn? Can I try the same attack on you?" I taunt you.

I see you running away on your tip toes all around the cage. My kicks met their goal and I smirk as you try to hide your pain. "Sure, try it...", I say to you but then I move straight forward closing the distance between us and as we narrow each other I spit in your face, forcing you to shut your eyes reflexively and throw hard punches in your guard and to your skull before you start to kick out. The guys stand around the cage with their noses almost into the fence watching these two tall fighters dish it out against each other.

You try to confuse me, and use momentum against me as I shut my eyes avoiding your spit. But I am used to cheap attacks. I pull back and make you miss your mark. In return, instead of kicking you in the knee like you did me, I jump and roundhouse kick you in the head, sending you sprawling down on the hard cage floor. "You idiot. You thought I was born yesterday? Do you know why they ask me to these fights?" I land on my feet and take a stance, flexing hard and making my muscles ripple now. I peel soaked tank top, revealing my granite carved upper-body.

My trick works as usual and I put a lot of power into my punches as you pull back and I miss your head and while I pull back for another hit to your... SMAACCKKKK... FUUCCKKK... comes your leg out of nowhere with a roundhouse that smacks me right at the skull and takes me down to the floor... Local guys cheer loudly as you land that hit... DAMN, that was a perfect kick and I shake my head to get that daze off, pushing hands on ground and struggling quickly back to my feet, hands up, I scowl at you and rush you again, trying to get in a tight hug and close combat to bring you down to the ground.

I see you rushing towards me, outstretching your arms. Spreading mine too, I interlock them together and grab yours, my hands squeezing tightly your biceps. We lock in a battle of strength and power. "You got a choice boi. You can make this hard on yourself and suffer greatly, or you could accept and walk out of here still recognizable." I smile as i lift a knee and connect it to your face hard. I twist your arms now, bending them outwards in unnatural angle, stretching them wide open, chest exposed and hold you there for a while.

"Uuunnggghh..."... I pull my head reflexively back as you bring your knee up to my face and your knee knocks my chin, luckily not too hard... I'm really impressed how far upwards you bring your knee, while we struggle with arms locked tightly... "Aaarrhhh..."... as you try to twist my arms... I feel my dick stiffening in anger and slam my forehead forward to smack you in the face not caring about your nose or anything else... Guys roar and cheer watching the two combatants in that close combat.

I pull my head back slightly, making you miss your mark. Lifting my knee again, I swipe it and connect it to your head, snapping it to one side. I let go of your arms, lift again my foot and kick you hard in the chest, sending you reeling back. "You fool. I tried giving you a choice." I smile and rush at you, aiming a hard fist to your face. "You chose hard. I love it." Connecting my fist to your nose, cracking it and watching the blood trickle down.

With my arms still in your hands you keep me on distance and pull your head back in time. ... SMAACCCKK...!!!... "Aaarrggghh.."... your knee snaps my head to the side, you kick my chest and I stumble against the cage fence... CRAACCCKK... as your fist hurts my nose and blood drips down... I moan in pain and try to regroup my guard, protecting my head and my hurted face while the guys in the audience cheer and roar... I pant hard but try to attack you again throwing hooks into your defense and kicking your shins...

I must admit, your kicks are strong, and I feel them sting, making me drop to one knee. Looking up at you, I see the look of hope flash across your face - that look most of my opponents get when they think they finally had a breakthrough with me. That is the moment I wait for in there kind of encounters. And that is the moment I start turning the tables hard on them. I raise my arms, in defense mode in front of my face. I wave at you to come attack me, smiling at you.

That Marine seems a tough guy. My fists land in his defense and he blocks and takes most of them. My kicks deliver some pain but he is still on his feet and beckons me to fight again what makes the people in the audience laugh. I feel some rage increasing, I breathe stronger than before and that blood trickling from my nose affects me. But I'm far from done! I spit some blood out to the side and rush you, then sink my shoulder in your gut to ram you against the cage wall and take you down to the ground.

I know how rage and anger can destabilize a fighter and I work on that, knowing you will falter soon. As you rush towards me, I open my arms, letting you in and drag me backwards to the cage wall. You slam me hard and start firing fists to my abs. I see them coming and I flex, making them land with loud thuds, and barely any effect. I smile. "Perfect workout. I didn't have mine yet today... I was lazy. Thanks for putting me back on track." Almost mocking you.

My fists slam into your abs muscles and sides. I abuse you like a punching bag until my hands reach behind the back of your knees and with a firm and strong pull I yank your legs out from under you and your back slams on the canvas. I keep your legs locked under my arms and step over your body trying to turn you in a kind of Boston Crab hold and sitting down on your lower back to torture your spine.

I buck instantly when I drop to the floor. As my shoulders connect with the canvas of the cage, I understand what you are trying to do. I kick and make you lose your grip on my legs. I hook them at your back and pull you closer to me, snapping my legs shut around your waist before you can grab them tight under your armpits. "Not so fast, buddy. I am not born yesterday." I twist and force you down on your side to the ground, compressing my knees into your sides more, locking my ankles behind you, I start crushing you slowly... all the while, smiling at you, rubbing my flexed gut now. "You got me good though..."

I love it to wreck an opponent slowly until his screams fill the air and the spectators blow their load to the level of violence we.... FUUUCCKK..!!! ... As soon your body hits the mat you kick your muscular legs and stretch your body, bringing your legs around my waist and taking me close... "Uuunnghh..."... then you twist rapidly and my upper body slams on mat... I try to push up but your knees compress my sides in a brutal way... I moan and struggle for air while you crush my center...

I squeeze tighter, but slowly... both enjoying the subtle change of your expressions from a wide smile to a hard-on educing grin and frown. Hahahahaha. I push tighter, and make sure my ankles are locked and pushing at the small of your back. I fold my knees a bit and bring you even closer to me, slapping your cheeks hard. "You are done, boi. I will show you what it means to go up against me... why I am the last guy they would ever decide to bring in."

I feel the pain in my guts as you tighten the scissor hold around my waist locking your ankles... my hands dig and claw in your thigh muscles but they are tensed hard like steel... I circle my head in pain while you try to weaken me and take my breath with your brutal scissor hold... as you bring me closer to you I throw my fists and try to knock you in the face to get you off me...

Your fist land right on my face, making my nose crack and bleed. But if you think that will stop me, you got another thing coming. I take your hits and keep pushing tighter around you. As your shots weaken, I see an opportunity and unleash a fist to your chest, at the solar plexus. As the air is already being squeezed out of you, my punch will not help but rather worsen your situation.

I grin as my fist hurts your nose and it bleeds. Now we are even! But you don't release the brutal pressure of your legs around my core. On the contrary! Your muscular legs cut deep in my sides... "Gaaagghh..", and take my breath away... I pant in ragged breaths and feel my energy going away to pull and open your legs as... SMAACCKKK..!! ... UUUNNGHH... you drill your fist in my solar plexus like hitting the Stop button and my resistance weakens for a moment while your legs cut me in two halves... Guys realize you take control and cheer loudly...

I suddenly release you completely when I feel your whole body go limp for a second. I pull my legs open, and cocking one backwards, I slam it to your chest and force you away, giving me space to get to my feet. "This fight is over... almost."

Your kick sends me to my back... I stare into the lights at the ceiling and hear the people roar... You get back to your feet and I know I can't stay down on mat or I'm done... Staying on my back to await you for a ground combat is dangerous... I clench my teeth and roll to the side starting to get up to my knees and feet although I'm severly weakenend for the moment...

I take a fighting stance again, spreading my legs wide, squat slightly and lift my arms. I am ready for you. I smile at you and wave you over, to get up and face me.

There is still a lot of energy left in my body although I'm panting heavy now... I'm back on my feet and circle you carefully looking for an opening... we throw some jabs to check each other reaction as I suddenly fake a hook to your head and as you lift your arms to protect your head... WHAAMMM... drill my knee into your open abs, followed by a barrage of punches to your guard and head... The tall German back in the game..!!!..

I flex my gut just in time as your knee connects hard. "Ommmmmpfffff. Nice one." But I spread my arms wide almost like a reflex and bring both my palms to your head, clapping your ears and ringing you - making your head spin wildly. Usually the impact makes the dream drums in one's head pop, and some blood trickle out. The receiver of such a hit loses balance and orientation and that is all I need to start breaking you piece by piece.

t feels like you slam bricks to the sides of my head as you clap my ears... I moan and stagger back like drunken, shaking my head... I lift my hands and try to regroup my guard to defend myself, while I'm still feeling wobbly on my feet... DAMN... I blink eyes... my vision is doubled for a moment... The noise of the crowd cuts in my ears...

As you raise your arms to cover your ringing ears, I spread my arms and slam both fists on each side of your outstretched lats. Landing hard on your ribs, I might have broken one or two on each side. I laugh as I watch you fold instantly. "Yeah. To better fold when you suck a real man's cock... or your own." I lift an arm and slam an elbow to your nape, sending you flat to the floor. No more Mr Nice Guy.

SMAACCKK... CRAACCKK... "GAARRRHH...!!!"... I let out a high pitched scream as your fist crash my lats and one of the short ribs breaks audible... I double some... BIG MISTAKE...!!!... SLAAAMMMM... as your elbow drills in my nape and the tall German falls to the mat infront your feet... Guys raise arms and cheer.... FUUUCCKK... I spit some blood... FUCKING DANGER MOMENT...

I stand over you, lift a foot up-high and bring it down onto your back. My foot pushes you down, pinning you to the floor. "Stay down, you fucking bitch... if you wish to survive this." I grind my heel into your lower back to make you understand a bit before moving away. "I like you boi. I will not do to you what I usually do to others... if you play it right." My words fall threateningly.

We have no rules, no ref, no time limit... I see how you raise one of your feet and fear already... "Aaaarrrgghh...!!!"... as your foot slams in my back... my attempt to push up is stopped and you... "Uuuunnghh..."... grind your heel in my lower back... my eyes water and I'm really concerned about my spine... my left hand grabs you supporting leg trying to unbalance you...

"The fuck you trying to do, boi?" I laugh as I bend down and grab you by your hair. I pull you up to your feet, removing mine from your back. I hold you at arms length by your hair, although you are taller than me. I swing and slam you to the cage wall. As you connect to it hard, I spread your weak arms wide open and unleash a flurry of fists to your abs, tenderizing it, breaking each one of your bricks...

My back hits the cage wall and I puff out air. My eyes widen in shock as I see you... "Oouufff... Oouucchh... Oouungghh...!!!", firing a thunderstorm of fists into my abs... I try to stop and block your punches... my face twisted in pain as I slide down the cage wall, fucking tortured by your punches...

Before you can slide down, I aim a punch to your gut, twisting my fist inside. Grinding and keeping you up. I keep you trapped between my knuckles and the iron wall behind you. "Time to give up? Or you want more, boi?" I smile as I see you wince and writhe in pain.

Some guys become completely aroused as you take control and dominate the tall german challenger... your fist nails me to the cage wall... I drool some spit from my dropped down mouth and my eyes widen in pain... You ask me to give up but I can't say anything... totally in pain now...

I unplug my fist and watch you drop to my feet. "Your silence amuses me... you who couldnt stop boasting yourself." I step over you and stand behind you. I bend down, croutch, grab your shorts and rip them off you, exposing your hard muscular buns. I slap them. "Nice and tight. Hahahaha."

My abs muscles are fucking weakened and I can't push up as I drop on mat... I pant hard... my hands lie useless on mat as I feel my shorts ripped off... People laugh... DAMN... you slap my buttocks... I grunt in anger and roll but still not able to fight back...

As you roll onto your back and look at me, I smile. Grabbing your ankles, I twist your legs and flip you back on your stomach. I drop my weight on your hamstrings. "Time for the last round..." As I rub my bulge at your now naked ass. "You feel that?"

I'm pretty much battered... there is still some resistance left in me but your shots did really some damage and my struggles can't avoid that you flip me on my stomach and drop down on the back of my legs... it's really embarassing as I feel your bulge rubbing across my naked ass... Guys grab their bulges and massage them watching the action in the cage...

I grab first, one of your arms, and pull it back. I lock it at the small of your back and start tugging on it gently at first. Then applying more pressure to it, I slowly push it upwards. I hear you groan, then soon enough, scream, as your joint at the shoulder it pulled to the max, to the extent of how much it can stretch... the ligament, the joint are burning and I can feel it going to snap at any second now. I laugh as I hear you moan and write, trying to buck free. "No use fighting it. I am going to unplug you like a fucking chicken wing..."

I struggle under your weight and try to fight back. But suddenly you grab my left arm and twist it the wrong way. I use all my strength to pull my arm back but useless. "Aaarrghh... You fucking dirty guy..!!", I shout as you pull it to the max. The pain is brutal and I kick my feet in mat screaming... "AAAAAARRRRGHH... STTOOPPP...!!!"... the bone in my joint seems to leave the socket... I pant in panic...

My weight on top of your pelvis keeps you down as I enjoy slowly applying pressure, building it up until the joint in your arm cannot take it anymore and gives. The tendons snap, the articulation is severed. I feel the weight of your arm suddenly change, becoming heavier as you can no longer control it and keep it up. I let go of it and it slumps down hard. "Oooops." I laugh reaching down and grabbing the second arm. "Lets try with the other arm and see how long that one lasts."

"FUUUCCCKKK... YEEAAAHHH...!!!", the guys next to the cage wall roar and cheer as they hear the arm popping out of the socket and then it drops useless next to my shivering body... I can't believe what happened...!!!... You dislocated my arm... and while I'm still thinking how to get out of this... "Noooooo...!!!... NOOOO MAN...!!!"... you grab already my right arm and I pull and twist it wildly to get it out off your grip, shaking with my whole body...

I am going to try something different with this one as I bend it at the elbow, at your side. Pushing your hand under your armpit, I block it with your shoulder pinned on it. I bring your elbow to your side, and start cranking it upwards... literally like a chicken wing. I keep pulling up, until first, your wrist snaps under your shoulder. I reach in, grabbing you tightly int he armpit, I push two fingers in and hook them at the joint... You understand what is coming next.

"AAAAAAAARRGGHH... STOOPPP IIITTT... STTOOPP THAT YOU CRAZY GUY....!!!", I scream in panic as you fold my right arm like a chicken wing and... CRAACKKK... snap my wrist... DAMN... my hand wrecked but you don't stop... I scream loudly but the guys outside the cage scream too and so it's hard to understand my words as you continue to torture my right shoulder... wrecking my stronger right arm... "STTTOOPP IIITTT...!!!"..

"STOP IT? STOP WHAT? YOU ASKED FOR THIS FIGHT... YOU GOT IT." I laugh deeply, shaking on top of you. You feel my weight on your lower back. I shake your second arm and feel it go limp.

I spin on your back, straddling you the other way, facing your ass. I smack it hard to start.

I howl in pain as my right arm sinks injured to my side too... I'm not sure, if it is dislocated or just so much hurted that it is numb for a moment, but my wrist is defenitely broken... I'm in panic... without my left arm and right wrist this fight seems over... I feel you turning on my back and... "FUUCKK...!!"... you smack my ass hard... People laugh... I roll left and right trying to escape in any way...

I lift my legs up behind me, now over your head and land them each one on a shoulder, pinning you down. I lock my knees a your sides to keep you from moving. Smacking your ass harder, I laugh as it turns red now. I slide my middle finger along the crack of your butt and hook it inside. I wiggle it and against your will, I hear you moan. I pull out and make you smell my finger as I bend backwards a bit. "Smell that."

I try to lift and turn my head as you smear that finger across my face you hooked my ass with... People go nuts and first of them slide their hands in their pants kneading and stroking their dicks... Your soles are next to my head and I can't turn my head away well... my shoulder joints send still a lot of pain while you humiliate me in this disgusting way...

I suddenly grab one of your legs and pull it back, folding it in two, pushing your foot to your ass. The pressure applied to your knee is too intense, threatening. And to make things worse, I bend over it, grab your knee - that same bent knee - and pull it up, forcing your leg up at the hip. The joint at your pelvis starts burning, and my weight on top of your middle of you prevents you from moving... making the crunch at your crotch even worse... louder... deadly painful.

I'm fucking tortured and humiliated as you suddenly reach over to my left leg and pull it backwards closer to you... You fold that leg and I feel a lot of pain in my hamstrings but you grab the knee and pull worse... "Aaaaarrrhhhh...!!!"... I clench my teeth in pain while you add a lot of pain to my hip bone. My leg is massive and I know it is a strong limb so I'm not afraid of... "AAAAARRRGHH.. STOOPP IIITTT...!!!"... I scream out as you torture that leg more... the angle already fucking dangerous and painful..

"Ever heard a real chicken bone plucking sound?" I smile as I reach back with one hand, keeping the other on your knee and pulling it back. I grab your head and pull it up. "Answer me boi. Beg me to stop..."

People go crazy when you threaten to break my bone and pull my knee and head at once... "NOOO MAN... PLEEAASSE STOPPP... PLEASE DON'T DO THAT....!!!"... "Fuck he is done...!!!", the spectators yell and laugh while I'm sweating in pain and fear...

"Please? No? Where is Mr Tough Guy? Fled the building?" And without mercy or remorse, I tug on your leg more, letting go of your head, and I hear a loud popping sound in your crotch area... as your leg dislocates and pulls out. "Oooops." I laugh as the crowd cheers. It is now clear the fight is over. You cannot continue as I let go of your leg and it drops limps on the floor, in an unnatural angle. I get up, stand tall, placing a foot at your nape. "He is done. Someone come and take him away."

I scream out loud as you continue to tug on my strong leg until... CRAAACCCKKKK... it pops out of the socket with a sickening noise... I'm nearly going limp and unconsciousness with the pain in my pelvis... whining and moaning on the ground... you stand up and place your foot on my nape... drool runs out of my mouth as you call someone to carry me out...

I walk out of the cage. I look back at the two big men dragging you out. "Send him to my private room upstairs. I will have some fun later with him." I smile at you as your eyes meet mine.

Andy_Veteran
I remain crippled in the cage and see you smiling at me. Then you turn around and step out of the cage with your back and ass pointed at me.