THE HIGH TABLE

HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED

Kad Royce

Again, and again this kind of email. Again, and again the same task to perform. For several years now, it’s always the same thing that gangs in the country have been asking me to do: eliminate a guy who is annoying. I don’t know how many passed through my hands... But they weren’t pretty to see in the end.

I’m not content with killing them. I make them suffer. I don’t just fulfill my contract. I enjoy these bodies as if they were toys... and rather sex toys. I just finished my last contract. The mayor of a big city who opposed a drug lord. He wasn’t pretty to look at, sitting on his armchair in the middle of the city council, both balls in his mouth and his own cock in his ass. The work might seem exhausting, repetitive... But what saves me is the pleasure I get from making poor guys who have contracts on their heads suffer. I don’t even ask myself what they did. I don’t care. I play with them and then I take my bonus. And I have to admit that I’m living pretty well.

This request is particularly interesting. I cannot give the name of its sponsor... But he’s probably one of the most powerful guys in the country... and maybe in the world. He’s asking me to eliminate a certain guy. But he won’t tell me anymore. The manhunt starts tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM and the bonus is fantastic. The highest I’ve ever seen in this kind of contract. I just have time to prepare my belongings... I put my instruments in my car and go to bed excited by this new game waiting for me.

Kalvin AKA Kal

“Huh.” I let it slip out under my breath, already bored. Another one of those jobs. A hitman who knows too much has suddenly become a problem. So now he needs to disappear. Clean. Quiet. Predictable. Whoever designed this little scenario clearly ran out of ideas a long time ago.

They’ve set me up as the target. The hitman will come for me. The hitman will fail. He always does. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve played this role. The setups change, the faces change, but the ending never does. Lately, the only part I still get anything from is the moment it clicks for them… when they realize exactly how badly they’ve misjudged the situation.

That moment never gets old. The money doesn’t matter. It hasn’t mattered for years. I could have walked away from this one without a second thought. Then I saw his photo. Handsome. Athletic. Built just enough to suggest he might last longer than the usual five-minute disappointment. That caught my interest.

So, I accepted. All I have to do now is make it easy for him. Leave a trail so obvious it practically drags him by the throat to the abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. And most importantly… make sure he has no idea who he’s really coming for. No reputation. No warnings. No hint of the size difference. Because if he knew he wouldn’t show up at all.

Kad Royce

The guy who set up this contract is almost as crazy as me. All the clues are given to me so that I can make my way without any difficulty towards the place where my prey is. Damn, it’s going to be a formality to knock him down and I think I’m going to have the time of my life not only to make him suffer but above all to show him how you can die from pleasure.

My plan has already been drawn up and before getting into my car, I’m sending an SMS to my contact to tell him that I won’t be long and that he can prepare his bonus right away... in cash of course. I get into my car. It’s beautiful, it moves fast, just like me. Most of the money I earn in this life that I lead goes into sports cars. I’m going full tilt towards this warehouse. I park in front of the front door.

When I get out of my car, I stop for a few seconds. The sun rises and the view of the sunbeams on this abandoned space is magnificent. Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve been so lucky... Easy prey, a magnificent vision of sunrise. I hope this guy takes advantage of it because it’s probably the last time he’ll see such a beautiful show.

I step forward and find myself in front of the front door. It’s not even closed. I smile while thinking to myself "The hunt is open" and imagining how I will destroy what is now for me only an object of contract.

Kalvin AKA Kal

The car rolls in and idles. I glance at the monitor wall, cycling through the feeds from the cameras scattered inside and out. “Fuck…” I lean back, already irritated. Another one in a low-slung sports car. Pointless. I wouldn’t even get my knees under the wheel, let alone drive it out of here. Not that it matters. It never does. My attention shifts back to the screens. There you are. I watch you step out. Pause. Scan. Your movements are clean, deliberate… but there’s something else underneath it.

A looseness. A swagger. Confidence. Too much of it. I study the way you hold yourself. The set of your shoulders. The way your head tilts as you take in the building, like you’ve already decided how this ends. You think you understand the situation. You think you’re in control. A slow smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. I love that part. Watching it drain out of them. Piece by piece. Beating it out of you… that’s going to be the best part.

I wait. Still. Patient. Buried in the shadows… which isn’t easy for a man my size. Every inch of me has to be controlled, measured. Hidden. I watch you approach. The bag catches my eye first. Heavy. Purposeful. Weapons, most likely. Maybe tools. Maybe something for torture. Doesn’t matter. You won’t even get it open. I slow my breathing, keeping it steady, quiet.

My eyes flick between you and the door, measuring the distance. Calculating. Not yet. A few more steps. You need to be far enough inside that turning back isn’t an option. Far enough that when you finally see me… there’s nowhere left to go. Closer. Closer. Every step you take pulls the door further out of reach. You don’t feel it yet. But you’re already inside it. My trap.

Kad Royce

When I enter this warehouse, everything is dark, quiet, and silent. For a few seconds, I tell myself that something is suspicious, that something isn’t normal. I can’t even stop laughing because I’m so stupid sometimes. As if for a manhunt, the guy was going to turn on the light and put arrows on the ground to show me where he is. I have to concentrate... Even though I know that I am going to get this bonus, I have to be careful, and I know very well that the slightest carelessness can cost me dearly.

I move forward slowly, trying to accustom my eyes to the darkness. I begin to better guess what is happening in this room. Crates, a few containers. Metal beams in the air. You can be everywhere, hidden anywhere. I’m starting to sniff, trying to smell the atmosphere. The man who can always have a well-recognizable scent... I don’t know how to describe it, but fear stinks in the literal sense of the word. After a few seconds, I realize that I feel nothing. Could the man be in another room?

I shake my head in denial when the idea crosses my mind that he might not be afraid. It’s unthinkable... He knows that he will die soon.

I put my bag on the ground. I rummage inside and take out my thermal sensor. It should tell me where this guy is. I turn it on and for a few seconds nothing happens... I turn it off, turn it back on, and still nothing happens. It doesn’t start up... Damn, I checked the batteries before leaving and everything was working as it should.

Getting angry, I throw him on the ground realizing too late that I had just told my prey where I was. I am truly the king of idiots. I will quickly hide behind a crate leaving my bag on the ground and hoping that the noise will bring out my prey from its den.

Kalvin AKA Kal

You stop. Not close enough. I feel the irritation immediately. Your bag drops open. Damn. I’d planned to take that off you before you had the chance to use whatever you brought with you. Now I have to watch. I stay still. Patient. You fumble inside, pulling out a small plastic box and holding it out in front of you. Too far away. I can’t make it out. I shift my weight, ready to move. Then you toss it aside.

And suddenly you’re moving. Fast. Cutting across the floor to a crate just a few meters in front of me. Now you’re close. Very close. My lips part slightly. A slow breath in. My heart starts to hammer. Adrenaline surging, coiling tight in my chest. This is it.

SMASH. The crates explode outward as I drive straight through them, splintering wood, and dust into the air. No hesitation. No warning. Just force. By the time you’ve even started to turn, I’m already there. Right in front of you. Too close. Far too close. I look down at you, filling your entire field of vision. “Mr. Royce…” A faint smile touches my face. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Kad Royce

I am on the lookout; I listen to everything... Nothing happens. I hear what seems to me to be my breathing. I hear my heart pounding like I can feel the adrenaline pumping. I’m now unarmed. My bag is far away, too far for me to go get it without exposing myself dangerously. The tension is palpable. I hate that moment when I don’t have control over what’s happening.

Suddenly, I hear like an explosion. I see the wooden blades starting to fly. My instinct is to curl up into a ball to protect myself. Sometimes, you can’t follow your gut. This guy rigged the warehouse with explosives so I wouldn’t catch him. But I realize that there was no breathing. I get up and turn around.

Holy shit... That’s not a man I have in front of me; it’s some kind of monster. The guy who is in front of me dominates me more than his size. I look at him with amazement. His thighs must circle my chest because he’s so massive. He’s not a man; he’s a kind of machine.

 A lightning bolt passes through me. Got it... Whoever signed the contract hired several hitmen to execute this guy. I look at you with distrust, trying not to show you the feelings you provoke in me." If you want, we can both catch him and share the bonus" I tell him, hoping to fool him so that I can quietly run my business.

Kalvin AKA Kal

I sigh. You still don’t get it. Not yet. My hand drops fast. Far too fast for something my size, and clamps around your throat. Fingers locking in, crushing tight. Then I lift. Clean. Effortless. Your feet leave the ground in an instant, your weight dragging down against my grip, stretching your neck as you hang there. I can feel the strain in you. The sudden panic trying to break through whatever confidence you walked in with. Good. I hold you there, suspended, studying you.

Up close now. Close enough to see every flicker behind your eyes. “Catch him?” I repeat, almost bored. A faint smirk pulls at my mouth. “I already have him.” I tighten my grip slightly. Not enough to end it, just enough to make the point sink in. Then I lean in, eyes locked on yours.

Really look at me. Really see me. I don’t say it. I don’t need to. I just wait… for the exact moment it lands. You’re not the hunter. You never were. You’re the target.

Kad Royce

You don’t answer me. You don’t say a word. Never has silence seemed so long to me. Then your hand rests around my throat and I can’t do anything. You start lifting me up, lifting me from all your height. My feet are moving in a vacuum. I feel that the air is struggling to pass into my lungs even though you don’t seem to be squeezing very hard. You don’t say a word. I feel that I am turning red. My arms are moving as if their movement was enough for you to let me go.

You look at me and I can’t read anything in your eyes. I’m afraid that in mine you can guess the fear. You can’t be my prey... I could never have accepted a mission against you. As I start to miss the air, I remember this story we tell each other among the hired killers... I had always thought it was a legend.

You pull your arm close to you and my body follows the movement. I can feel your warm breath in my face. I’ve smelled lots of breath before in my life as a contract killer, but none scared me more. I don’t know if one breath can smell destruction, but I think that’s what you feel. My legs are in the air but closer to you. I bend my knee and try to send it into your bulge so that the pain makes you let me go.

Kalvin AKA Kal

Holding you like this doesn’t leave you many options. Still… you try. One of your legs jerks upward. A knee driven between my legs. It lands. I feel it. A dull, passing discomfort. Nothing more. I don’t react the way you hoped. No flinch. No break in grip. Just a slow… disapproving shake of my head. My fingers tighten around your throat. Not sudden. Not wild. Deliberate. Measured.

I watch your face as it starts to change. The first cracks forming. The confidence slipping, replaced by something far more honest. Panic. Good. My free hand comes up, gripping your vest. I tear it clean off you in one sharp pull, fabric ripping apart in my fist. I glance over you. Quick. Efficient. No concealed weapons. No backup. Nothing.

A quiet breath leaves me. Now I’m not sure if you’re arrogant… or just stupid. Someone your size, in this line of work, should know better. You came here empty. And now you’re learning what that costs.

Kad Royce

My hit into your balls was useless. In your eyes, I can only see a form of anger. And even then, I think I’ve seen anger before. What I am seeing in your eyes, I have never seen. During these few moments, I can’t help thinking about the size of what my knee hit. I have never seen this... But I can’t think about it for long.

Your hand is clinging to my t-shirt and you’re starting to tear it violently. It’s falling apart. My skin remains naked alone with your hand tightening more and more tightly around my throat. I have trouble breathing and I can only see the difference between our two bodies. I look thin, stunted next to you.

My gaze is starting to change, and I feel panic invading me. I try to put my hand around my hips to get out the penknife that I had hidden, hoping to be able to stick it in this hand holding my throat so you can let go of me.

Kalvin AKA Kal

Your jeans are next. One sharp pull, and the fabric gives, tearing under my grip. You make a sound. Strained. Tight. Whether it’s the pressure on your neck… or my hand closing tighter around it… I don’t really care. I keep pulling until the material gives way completely, dropping in ruined strips to the floor. I look you over again. Nothing. No hidden edges. No last-second insurance. But wait, what's that on the floor? A small knife. Must have been in your pocket. "No toys for you" I smirk.

A quiet exhale leaves me. What a mistake. What a fool. And yet… I tilt my head slightly, studying you. For your size… you’ve kept yourself in good shape. Shame. I tighten my grip again, just enough to remind you where you are. Your face darkens. Color draining, then flooding back in the wrong places. Good. I turn and start walking, carrying you with me as if you weigh nothing.

The doorway ahead forces me to dip slightly, twisting my shoulders to fit through. Inside. SLAM. The metal door crashes shut behind us, the sound echoing hard off the walls. I reach out, turn the key. Lock it. Then, without breaking eye contact, I lift it… and swallow. No way out now. Not for you. Not for me.

Slowly, just as controlled as before, I lower you back down until your feet touch the ground again. Only then do my fingers loosen… and release your throat. You drop the last inch, air rushing back into your lungs. I take a step back, giving you just enough space to stand. To breathe. To think. A faint smile touches my face. “I’m your target.” A pause. I watch you carefully. “What are you going to do about it?”

Kad Royce

Before I have time to grasp the knife, you tear off my jeans. I find myself in front of you, boxed. I can no longer really feel the air passing into my lungs. I search as much as I can through the mouth, through the nose, to have enough to be able to breathe. I take a look at the bottom. I’m still in the air. I can see a tense bar in my boxers and my humiliation is all the greater when I realize that it is stained by a precum stain.

You’re starting to move forward. Even if it’s pointless, I wiggle as best I can. Moving makes me feel like I’m still alive. You go into another room, and I hear the door slam in a metal noise that echoes in this totally empty hangar. I don’t know what I can do. I’m totally under my influence, my bag with my weapons is in the other room. I see you swallowing the key to the room.

My vision is starting to be blurred, with less and less air in my lungs. Am I conscious? Am I hallucinating or am I heading towards the realms of the dead? Suddenly, you put me down and let me go. The massive influx of air into my lungs makes me cough as I bend in half. When I sit up, I see you and hear you say that you are my target. I look at you and clearly I am afraid.

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. You are in front of me. My face reaches the level of your pecs. I can’t let myself be like that. I can’t let you lead me the way you’ve been leading me all along. I take a few moments to put my hand around my throat. But it’s a trap I’m trying to leave you with, and I throw my elbow into your balls hoping that this time will be enough to make you suffer.

Kalvin AKA Kal

My nose wrinkles slightly as the impact lands. A brief flicker of discomfort. Nothing more. I don’t move. Not a step. Not a shift. Just another slow… disapproving shake of my head. Mocking you. “You really don’t learn, do you?” My voice stays low. Calm. I take a step closer, looking down at you again, properly this time. Measuring. Weighing.

“What do you think would happen… if I did the same to you?” A pause. I let the question hang there, heavy in the air between us. Then my eyes drop, briefly taking you in again. I see the little but growing bulge in your pants. With just one hand I could rip off your cock and balls. Turn you into a woman.

A quiet, almost amused breath leaves me. I shake my head once more. And let out a short, humorless laugh.

Kad Royce

A second time I try to hurt you and a second time I can’t. Why are you so strong? Why do I feel so weak? Your gaze doesn’t really change, but your hand is getting back to my throat. For a few seconds, I close my eyes thinking that my last hour has come.

Then you place your hand on my nose. I’m starting to have a throat tightness, and it’s not just because of the lack of air. It’s fear of finding me a eunuch if you rip my balls off. At the same time, the more you touch my bulge, the more I feel my cock running away.

Your breath comes down on my neck. I don’t think the breath of death would be any more distressing. I stand still, no longer daring to move, unable to speak, almost unable to breathe.

Kalvin AKA Kal

It happens sometimes. The size. The strength. The imbalance of it all. It freezes them. For a moment, they just… stop. Like a deer caught in headlights. You’re doing it now. I take a slow step back, giving myself just enough room. Then I move. My arm swings across my body in a sharp, rising arc, fast, heavy, unavoidable.

The back of my hand connects. Solid. You’re lifted clean off your feet, your body snapping sideways as the force sends you flying across the room. A split second of silence... Then the impact. A hard, hollow thud as you hit the wall. You drop straight down from it, crumpling to the floor in a loose heap.

 I watch you for a moment. And smile. Your recovery will be slow. I use the time to remove my boots. I want to feel the cold, wet floor on my feet. And there is so much more I can do with bare feet. That smile appears again. A smile that signifies fun for me. Not so much for you.

Kad Royce

For a few seconds, I am nothing anymore. For a few seconds, I am no longer a hitman. I even wonder if I have ever been a fighter. What I am experiencing is unique and atrocious at the same time. I doubt myself. I doubt what I have always been. I thought I was strong, I thought I was powerful. I understand that I am nothing.

You let me go by sending me into the air and I fly. Literally, I fly and my back crashes against the wall on the other side. The pain that engulfs me is atrocious. My whole being burns. I don’t know if you petted my spine and for a few moments I feared that you had made me unable to move... permanently.

I don’t know how to describe what I feel. It’s as if I wanted to cry but couldn’t. It’s as if I wanted to beg you to spare me, but I can’t do it. I look at you half unconscious and see you take off your shoes. I don’t understand anything about what’s happening but every move you make terrifies and scares me.

Kalvin AKA Kal

I walk over to you. No rush. No urgency. Just a slow, deliberate approach. You barely move. A slight shift. A twitch, maybe. Nothing that looks like a real attempt to get up. I stop a step away, looking down at you. For a moment, I just watch. Did I hit you harder than I meant to? Maybe. I forget, sometimes… how fragile smaller men can be. My expression hardens.

“Stand up.” The words come out low. Controlled. Not a shout. A command. I wait a beat. Then, colder this time. “Stand up… and show me what makes you a high-value hitman.”

Kad Royce

You approach me. Your gaze is determined and I see you closer and closer. I know that I only have a few seconds left to live... I’m sure you’ll break my neck with a kick in the leg or foot. But you’re looking at me. Cold... severe...

Your gaze is almost like that of Medusa, and I believe you could turn me to stone. You order me to get up. I push on my arms and the pain that engulfs my back is almost insurmountable. But I have to prove to you that I am not a beginner. I have to prove to you that I have courage. I manage to stand up, but I still need the wall to keep me straight and to maintain balance.

Kalvin AKA Kal

I draw in a slow breath and lift my arms slightly, rolling my shoulders back. My chest expands. My lats flare wide, stretching my frame even further, turning my already massive build into something overwhelming… something inescapable.

I let you see it. Let you feel the difference. The gap between us. I take a half step closer, looming over you. “Go on…” My voice is low. Steady. Almost inviting. “One free attack.” A faint smile touches my face. “Make it count.” My confidence is so powerful I see the bulge in your pants grow bigger. My cock has already started to grow in preparation.

Kad Royce

I am standing and suffering. I don’t know what hurts the most... the pain in my back that you created by throwing me like I was a feather or the humiliation of having found an opponent so superior to my abilities. You look at me and you speak to me.

Each of your words hits my will like a sharp knife and destroys my resistance even more. I know very well that it is not by fighting that I will be able to defeat you. I now know very well that it will no longer be possible for me to defeat you.

The only thing I could get is to make my death, my destruction less humiliating. I can almost touch you; I can see you and my gaze is only focused on this immense bulge that is growing larger. I put my hand on it but not to hit it this time to try to see if the tenderness will soften my punishment.

Kalvin AKA Kal

Disappointment settles in. Slow. Cold. So, this is it? This is the man they sent? I watch you for a moment longer, giving you every chance to prove me wrong. You don’t. A quiet breath leaves me. “I gave you an opportunity…” My voice is low now. Flat. “To show me why you’re feared.”

I tilt my head slightly. “And that’s what you choose?” Your hand presses weakly against my bulge. I don’t even look at it. My fingers close around your forearm and peel it away like it doesn’t belong there. The disappointment fades. Something sharper replaces it.

I turn fast. A sharp pivot, my body rotating with controlled force as my arm whips around with it, dragging you with me. You leave the ground instantly. Weightless. For a moment, you’re just… carried by it. Then I let go.

You’re launched across the room, faster this time. Harder. You hit the wall with a brutal crack. Concrete splinters. Dust shakes loose. Your body drops from it, folding in on itself as you hit the ground. I don’t rush. I start walking toward you again, steady, unhurried. “Pathetic…” I mutter it under my breath. A faint shake of my head. “Insect.”

Kad Royce

What I see in your eyes when my hand touches your bulge breaks my heart... Your disappointment is total and clearly visible. You look at me like the worst squelch ever, and your arm pushes me away without me being able to resist. Even seducing you, I haven’t succeeded. I already knew I was weak, already defenseless against you. But what I did best, seducing men, is failing with you...

You take me by the arm, and I start to fly in the room. I crash like an insect against the wall. I am totally dizzy by this gliding and stunned by your power. I feel my body suffering; I feel my face bleeding. I run a hand over my head. It’s covered in blood quickly. I know I won’t be able to do anything against you. I don’t think I’m really afraid anymore. We’re only afraid of the unknown, and I know perfectly well how I’ll end up.

That becomes my only goal from now on: to escape this certain death and this suffering that you will surely create in me. I see you... You are far from me now. I may have an opening. In the corner of the room, there seems to be a hole in the wall leading elsewhere. I’m starting to crawl toward that one exit door. I can’t walk. You just called me insect and I think yes... you took away from me everything that made a man.

Kalvin AKA Kal

I stop. You move. Slow at first… then faster. Crawling. Toward the hole in the far wall. I see it immediately. The distance. The angle. The size of the opening. Your pace. Your condition. Every variable falls into place in an instant. You won’t make it. Not if I don’t let you. A faint smile touches my face. I’m not just bigger than you. I’m smarter. I start walking. Slow. Deliberate. Just enough that you catch me in your peripheral vision.

 A looming shape at the edge of your world. Not rushing. Not yet. You notice. Of course you do. Your movements change. Faster now. Sloppier. Desperate. Good. I adjust my pace… matching yours perfectly. Step for step. Second for second. Close enough to reach you at any moment. Far enough to let you believe you might escape. I want you to get there. I want your hand to reach that edge. I want you to feel that flicker of hope.

Kad Royce

I’m sure you won’t see me. I’m sure I’ll be fast enough to escape you. But damn, I’m slow... My whole-body hurts and I make a noise like hell. Your gaze is fixed on me. You saw! You understood. Fear invades me again. I try to accelerate but damn how much I suffer.

Now I don’t care about making noise. I scream, I moan, I blow. I’m almost there. You’re so close... Two meters separate us and I think you’ll catch me every second. My head goes into the hole. I’m almost there. One more effort. My arms hurt and yet I pull like crazy on them.

My back is hurting me and yet I twist it violently. It’s my only salvation! It’s my only chance to get out of it. I flee... like a coward... like a man who is frightened... like a weak one... You have transformed me... I am no longer the same.

Kalvin AKA Kal

I’m close enough to end it. One step. One reach. Done. But where’s the satisfaction in that? I watch instead. You force yourself into the gap... too small, just like I intended. Your body twists, compresses, fights against it. The rough edges bite into you as you push through, tearing at your skin. You don’t stop. You can’t. Good. I let you go.

Let you disappear from sight. A beat. Then I move. A roar tears out of me as I drive forward, my full weight slamming into the wall. The impact thunders through the space, concrete cracking under the force. Dust bursts into the air. The wall holds.

Barely. I step back. Once. Twice. Then hit it again. Harder. The structure shudders, fractures spreading wider this time. Chunks begin to loosen, the weakness showing. Again. Again. Each strike calculated. Each impact breaking it down further. Until, on the fifth, it gives. The wall collapses outward as I burst through it, concrete and debris exploding into the open air around me.

For a moment, the early morning sun hits my eyes, bright and sharp. Then I see you. Still crawling. Still trying. Dragging yourself toward that little car like it might save you.

Kad Royce

I’m outside, it’s fine. I’d like to take a break; I’d like to rest. I even think I’d like to cry because I’m so scared. But I don’t have time. I just have time to try to save my own skin. Behind me, I hear huge knocks against the wall. I turn around, the wall moves. I don’t even bother to know if you’ll make it...

This is no longer a manhunt. It’s a nightmare. My legs have trouble moving and I only move forward thanks to my arms. I crawl like an insect towards the car, towards my car. For a few moments, I tell myself that I am saved. But I realize that my keys are in my bag.

Terror overwhelms me. I’m stuck here. I turn my head and see you approaching. You are closer and closer to me. I am sweating, I desperately try to move forward with the only strength of my arms. But I know that they are also exhausting each other.

My rhythm slows down. My arms move less quickly... Blood flows in my eyes... I put all my strength to go further. I’m trapped for sure, but I have to try something. My arm moves forward. I collapse, headfirst into the muddy ground. I try to sit up. I don’t even look where you are anymore, but I can clearly hear your steps approaching me.

Kalvin AKA Kal

I reach you. Then walk straight past. No acknowledgement. No urgency. You’re no longer the priority. Your car is. I step up to it, grip the rear, and lift. The suspension groans as the weight comes free of the ground. I adjust my footing, bend slightly, then drive upward.

With a violent surge of strength, I flip it. The car rolls over and crashes onto its roof with a heavy, metallic slam. Glass shatters. The frame buckles. Silence follows. I turn my head. Look back at you. No words. I don’t need them. You’ve seen enough.

I close the distance in a few long strides. My hand clamps around your ankles, lifting you clean off the ground. You hang there, inverted, your body swaying slightly. Helpless. My other hand moves to your boots. I don’t rush. I twist. Pull. Tear them free one by one, ignoring the strain it puts through your legs.

Your reaction tells me everything I need to know. Once they’re off, I shift my grip and turn you upright again, controlling your weight as I set you back down. You can barely hold yourself up. So, I help you. My hands settle on your shoulders, keeping you standing. Holding you exactly where I want you. I look down at you. A long pause. Then, quietly, “How do you want to die?”

Kad Royce

I see your feet coming up to my head. I close my eyes, so I don’t feel the way you’re going to finish me off. But you don’t touch me. You’re getting close to my car. What the fuck is going on! You want to run away with my car. I’m making a superhuman effort to raise my head. And I see you lifting my crate and turning it completely over. I see it totally destroyed by your strength.

What scares me is not the fortune you have just reduced to dust... It’s that you are capable of doing the same thing to me. You grab me by my feet and lift me up. I’m caught up in the pain that’s been running through my back since you smashed me against the wall, but on top of that, the fatigue, fear, and exhaustion added to my head turned upside down clearly make me want to vomit.

I feel the slime flowing from my mouth. I am no longer a human being. You made me an animal. You set me straight. My head spins and you hold me so that I don’t fall. At that moment, you propose to choose my death. I look at you with my eyes begging for your mercy and not knowing what to say.

Kalvin AKA Kal

Nothing. No defiance. No last attempt. Just silence. I watch you… waiting for something. Anything. It doesn’t come. The disappointment settles deeper. So that’s it. I’d considered giving you something at the end. A final moment. Something you could almost mistake for mercy. Not anymore.

I reach down, grab a handful of material, and rip away your underpants. Your hard cock bounces up, the only part of you showing any defiance. My grip shifts. I press down. You drop to your knees under the weight of it, your body giving way without resistance. Pathetic.

My hand moves slowly, deliberately, sliding from your shoulders, up along your neck… and settling at the back of your head. Holding you there. Controlled. Owned. I pause. Just for a second. And then I grab my own underwear and rip it off. My semi-erect cock hanging heavy. Close to your face.

"If your teeth even slightly touch my cock, I will rip them out of your gums one at a time!" My words are more forceful than my immeasurable strength. My hand forces your head closer. Your mouth opens as I knew it would. Eight inches of semi-erect chocolate thrusts into your mouth and to the back of your throat. I feel you try to pull away.

A pathetic and feeble attempt. The warmth of your mouth and tightness of your throat excites my weapon. It grows, filling your throat, pushing deeper until all 13 inches of solid meat are inside you, my heavy, powerful balls against your chin.

Kad Royce

In your eyes, it’s the disappointment I still see. Deep down, it’s that humiliating feeling I still feel. I couldn’t please you. My resistance to your strength was useless. I couldn’t show you what I’m worth. I didn’t know how to create in you the slightest pity. I’ve been nothing but a miserable insect, unable to earn even an ounce of worth from you. All this disappointment, I can feel it in your eyes.

His hand approaches me and for a few seconds I think you’re going to break my neck like you broke the wall earlier. But you grab my underwear and I find myself naked, on my knees, in front of you. This body that made the guys moan so much before killing them, this body from which I used to draw part of my pride is no longer anything compared to you.

Only my pathetically stiff and evasive cock indicates that I still have a human soul. You pull off your underwear and there the shock is total. That’s not a dick you have. It’s a boa. I don’t even know how tall he is. I know very well what you expect from me. But I can’t even imagine how I’m going to swallow it. But mechanically, totally in my dominated position, I have no choice and I open my mouth; you penetrate my mouth.

I feel like you’re going to dismantle my jaw because your penis is so large. I can see that you’re not at the end yet and already I feel like I’m nauseous. I can’t disappoint you again. I have to at least show you that I am capable of giving you pleasure; You keep moving forward, and when the 13 inches are at the back of my throat, I feel like I won’t be able to breathe for long. Your balls hit my chin, and the smell of your pubis intoxicates my nostrils making my breathing difficult, but the sensation is devilishly exciting.

Kalvin AKA Kal

“You’re supposed to be an alpha… a contract killer.” I tilt my head slightly, looking down at you. “And this is what you are?” A faint exhale. Not quite a laugh. “Begging. Hoping for mercy.” My grip tightens slightly at the back of your head. “Pathetic.” A pause. Let it sink in. “The last thing you’ll get from me… is pity.”

It sickens me that you're trying to pleasure my mammoth cock in the hope it will grant you freedom. A real man would have put up a fight. I pull your head off my cock. "You don't deserve it!". I force you to stand. "Your final opportunity to show me why you are so dangerous they want you dead."

Kad Royce

My body is pathetic. My mind is pathetic. You force me to stand up, and I have trouble staying stable alone. Once again I have disappointed you, and this time you make it clear to me. What you tell me makes me feel a little proud again, I even feel like a man for a while again and maybe even a male. I try to put my two feet on the ground, to regain my balance. I grab your arm with my hand and make a sudden movement so that you don’t have to hold me anymore.

I look at you and my eyes are now determined "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can dominate me? You think you can turn me into an insect! I’m more than that! I’ve been the most dangerous hitman in town, and even in this state, I plan to stay that way." I stare at you.

For a few moments, I don’t know what to do. I seem to hesitate. Then I spit on your cock a large stream of saliva while my elbows try to hit the lower part of your abs hoping to show you that I haven’t lost all my abilities in battle.

Kalvin AKA Kal

The impact lands. My body doesn’t move. Doesn’t even tighten. It’s like it never happened. I look down at you, expression unchanged. A brief pause. Then, “More.” Another pause. My head tilts slightly. “Better.” My large hands wraps around my cock as I start to stroke myself, using your saliva as lube.

Kad Royce

You don’t move. Your body doesn’t react. This increases my fury and for a few moments, I forget everything else. When I see you using my saliva to jerk off, it’s no longer fury. You’re unleashing my anger because you woke up my dog.

I clench my fists and start pounding your chest. I knock; I knock. I don’t even think I want to know where I’m hitting, I just want to hope that I hurt you. I knock so much that my knuckles hurt.

After a few moments - five minutes, or more or less, I can’t say, I stop. My breath is short, my breathing is accelerated, I clearly have no more breath because of how much energy I put into hurting you.

Kalvin AKA Kal

Your fists start flying. Wild. Frantic. Not technique. Not precision. Desperation. I see it instantly. This isn’t a professional anymore. This is a man trying to survive. Good. That’s what I was waiting for. The moment it breaks. Not your body... your mind.

Each strike lands against my chest, my pecs absorbing the impact. I feel it. Dull. Building. And I welcome it. I lean into it. Let it feed something deeper. I take a step back, planting my feet. Bracing. Not because I have to… Because I want to. Because it’s better when there’s resistance. Better when I have to work for it.

You keep hitting. I keep taking it. Letting it burn. Letting it build. Then, you stop. Nothing left. Your arms drop. Your body sags. Empty. A quiet breath leaves me. “We’re done.” I reach down, calm, certain, and pull you into me. My arms wrap around your torso, lifting you in a crushing bearhug, locking you in place. No escape.

Kad Royce

I am facing you, panting, dripping with sweat that mixes with the blood still flowing from my face. My arms are soft. I am drained and I see you. You haven’t moved. Nothing happened. My blows were emptied of pain. You didn’t feel anything that was happening.

All my pain, all my efforts... Nothing. Definitely, I’m someone who can’t touch you. Definitely, I can’t produce any emotion, any feeling in you. In my eyes, it is no longer fear that is visible, it is despair. But not the type of despair that leads to fear.

This despair that manifests itself when you know you’re meeting your destiny. You wrap your arms against my chest, and you start lifting me up. How to describe what is happening in my body. Not only do I feel the air starting to fail in my lungs again. But more than that, the pain my falls have caused my back is waking up in an infinitely stronger form. I feel like my ribs are about to break.

I feel like my last seconds have arrived. I scream "NEVER" and I start putting my arms on your face trying to get my fingers into your eyes, desperately trying to poke them out, or take them away... I don’t even know what I want to do except save my own skin.

Kalvin AKA Kal

There it is. Something real. Even now… there’s still fight in you. Your hand shoots up, fast, desperate, but aimed well. My eyes. One of the few places I can’t just absorb it. A faint grin pulls at my mouth. “Good boy.” Mocking. But not entirely. I drop you instantly, no hesitation, but there’s no escape in it.

My hand snaps straight back to your throat, lifting you again before you can capitalize. My arm locks out fully this time, holding you high, out of reach. Out of options. Your hands claw at the air below me. Too far. Too late. My free hand curls into a fist, slow and deliberate. I draw it back, feeling the weight of it, the power coiling through my shoulder.

I hold you there for a second. Let you see it. Let you understand what’s coming. “Are you ready?” I tilt my head slightly. The answer doesn’t matter.

A fist almost the size of your head smashes directly into your face. I feel your nose crumble, eye sockets crack. One punch from me equal to at least ten from any other man who has struck you.

Kad Royce

I feel my fingers approaching your eyes, I want to introduce them, and I hope to pierce the eye, to get it out of your orbit. But you’re letting me go too soon. I collapse to the ground on my back, and I feel the pain taking over my body.

I feel that something is no longer responding, I don’t know what and I don’t have time to feel it. You take me back immediately through the throat and lift me as high as possible. Your arm is straight and I have a complete view of your body. You tighten firmly, without getting angry, but I know I won’t be long.

I try to move my feet, to hit with your chest, your face, but it’s just a reflex. I can’t hurt you anymore. I see your fist clenching, and I see it coming right in my face. For a few seconds, I see it approaching... Is it really a fist? It goes as fast as a meteorite...

When it meets my face, it’s not pain. It’s hell that’s hitting me. I can feel my teeth flying, I can feel the cartilage on my nose crumbling to pieces, I can feel my jaw bones being broken. My face pisses blood. I feel it flowing down my chest. I try to keep moving, but I’m sure I look more like a duck whose head has just been cut off than a hitman.

Kalvin AKA Kal

The first punch was enough. I felt it the moment it landed. The break. The end. But we’re past necessity now. This is something else. My fist drives in again. Harder. Cleaner. The knockout blow. Your body goes slack instantly, all tension gone as you hang there, lifeless in my grip. I hold you for a moment, watching the last traces of resistance disappear.

Then I adjust. Pulling you back in, locking you against me in a tight bearhug. Secure. Controlled. Final. No more movement. No more fight. I feel each rib as it cracks. And with each breaking rib, your defenses weaken making each subsequent rib break even easier. I adjust your body, slightly higher.

Target those final two ribs. I hold you there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your limp, broken body against my powerful torso. When I release, your body slumps to the floor. Alive. Only just. My signature move is all that remains.

Kad Royce

That first punch was enough. He had the force of necessity. I’m not completely dead yet, but I’m no longer part of the world of the living. It’s something else. I am sure that in some mythologies there are places that mark the space between life and death, between life and the Underworld. I am on this path.

I haven’t met the Cerberus or Hades, but I really feel that I am leaving the world of the living. The pain no longer hurts me. My breathing slows down and fatigue overwhelms me. I feel calm, the fear has disappeared and I feel almost calm. I see fragments of my life again.

Suddenly, the pain violently resumes. I feel my ribs breaking one after another. I feel a violent smothering between powerful arms and a musky smell. Then I don’t feel anything anymore. Nothing. A huge void grabs hold of me as my body takes off. A final, almost mechanical, jolt as you let me go and I collapse to the ground.

Kalvin AKA Kal

You are on borrowed time. I could leave you to slowly expire, but you don't deserve that reward. You've been a bitter disappointment. A pathetic hitman. I kneel beside you, watching the shattered remains of your chest slowly rising and falling with increasingly shallow breaths. Alive, barely conscious, but conscious enough to experience one final humiliation.

Your cock is now soft and useless as the rest of your body. My large fist easily envelopes it, holding your small balls too. With a burst of extreme strength and violence, my grip tightens, wrist turns, arm pulls. With an audible rip, your manhood is torn from your body.

Blood spurts from the wound where your genitals once proudly hung. Minutes, maybe even only seconds before you bleed out. I force your mouth wide open and jam your genitals inside.

As I stand, I look over your remains. Life evaporating before my eyes. I take a step back, so the external cameras get a clear view of your remains. Proof to the client, not that it was ever needed, that you have been dealt with.

THE END

Published: 2026-04-30, viewed 128 times.