THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
Chat room: #BARBARUS
- No holds barred
- Weapons
- Extreme violence
- Blood
- Death
A worldwide organization of men trained for violent, bloody, and even deadly combat. Their competence is indicated by their qualifications, from the lowest to the highest, reserved for an elite.
398 members
879 stories
6 photos
13 files
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: It hadn't been long since I'd been beaten and humiliated by Marco in Italy. I thought my victory would be as easy as against that jobber Tony, but I was wrong. My opponent is vicious, cruel, and sadistic. Now that I know this, I'll be on my guard, and I'm determined to beat and humiliate him in turn. We haven't stopped talking since our fight, constantly provoking each other until he offered me a rematch in Belgium. I gladly accepted, wanting to make him bite the dust in my own country. I'm already in the locker room, wearing my Belgian wrestling briefs, sitting on the bench, remembering my old fight against him, not wanting to repeat the same mistakes.
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: 
Marco_the_champ: I am in the locker room that the organizers of this rematch gave to me. Focused and ready in my red briefs barefoot, I know that the rematch scheduled for tonight it will be so hard, I am at Luke’s country home and he will be so furious for my last victory and his following humiliation. But I am determined to win again to let him know who is the stronger between us
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I'm concentrating, and the thought of my old fight against Marco is already getting me hard. Okay, he's a fucking Italian who beat me, but man, is he handsome and smells amazing. The locker room door opens, signaling my release. I stand up and exhale deeply, clearly displaying my erection to the guy in front of me. Then I head towards the corridor as my entrance song starts, running around the ring, waving to the crowd and high-fiving. I notice the audience is as Belgian as it is Italian, judging by the flags on their backs and the looks on their faces when they see me. I don't care and climb into the ring, waving to my Belgian fans. I step inside and strut around a bit more, like a peacock displaying its tail feathers, before heading to my corner to warm up and wait for my opponent.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: They call me out and after my music starts I walk through the entrance and raise my arms with the italian flag on my shoulders and a pair of sunglasses… Slowly I approach the ring and take off my glasses throwing them to my fans. A high boo starts from the belgian crowd.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: I then start to climb the steel steps under my corner then smile for the camera and slide through the ropes jumping on my feet right in front of you cracking my neck looking at you into your eyes
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see that arrogant little Italian strutting around too, tossing his sunglasses to these groupies who remind me more of girls at a Justin Bieber concert than wrestling fans. I look at you with a small, contemptuous smirk, hiding the fact that your beauty is unsettling me, and beckon you over as I take my place in the middle of the ring, in a fighting stance, ready to rumble. "Come on, starlet, don't waste your time signing autographs, come and face me."
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: 
Marco_the_champ: I look at you in your guard position I stare at your feet then your legs then your bulge and abs and chest and my cock start to go hard already, I smirk “Is this the welcome you give to your guest? Even when they pinned you and humiliated you last time you saw him?”
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: As my only response, I run towards you, shoulder-bumping you into the stomach before wrapping my arms around your waist and pulling you up, throwing you over my shoulder and onto your back. I turn and face you, stepping back slightly, the bell ringing at that moment.
Marco_the_champ: “What the fuuuck” I scream as you toss me on the ring on my back, I quickly go on my 4s then stand dazed and confused as you attack me out of the blue before the bell ring
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: The moment you're on your hands and knees, I run towards you, grab your wrist, and send you into the ropes. I sprint to the opposite corner to gain momentum and deliver a clothesline as we run towards each other.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: I am running against you I see your big bicep exposed and I duck avoiding your clothesline bouncing on the opposite ropes as you stop your charge and turn, I jump in air landing with my naked feet on your pecs
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see you slide under my arm, letting me know I've done something stupid again. I stop to ram you again, but I barely have time to turn before I see your bare feet slam violently into my chest, sending me sprawling onto my back, legs raised, clutching my chest and groaning in pain.
Marco_the_champ: I fall on my 4s and stand quickly “So my belgian slut you missed my feet? Stand and show me something c’mon” I yell raising my arms waiting for you for a clinch
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I spring to my feet, rubbing my pecs and grinning, "Oh really? Did something happen?" Then I raise my arms to grab your hands in mine and interlock our fingers in a test of strength. I rest my shoulder on yours and start trying to push you toward the corner of the ring.
Marco_the_champ: I slam my naked feet on the mat but I understimate your rage and strenght I push with all my power but yiu manage to make me take a step back than another and soon I find myself with my back against the turnbuckle “fffffuck”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I thrust my torso forward, slamming your back against the ring post before releasing your hands. Without moving away, I place one hand under your chin and push your head back, arching your chest. I raise my other hand and slam my palm down savagely on your pecs, leaving a large, red handprint.
Marco_the_champ: A big WHAM fills the arena as my pecs explode in flames. I gritnmy teeth and close my eyes starting to sweat, arms open on the ropes to help me to stand
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I groan with pleasure and sadism as the smack of my hand fills the room, but I figure the spectators further back must be enjoying it too, so I grab your wrist and swing you into the opposite corner, running directly behind you, my chest lowered, ready to smash your back with my shoulder the moment you turn around.
Marco_the_champ: You throw me across the ring and I slam my back against the opposite corner panting I see you charging me as a raging bull so I lean on the pole and jump in air letting you smash your shoulders against it
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: At the last moment, I see you jump to avoid my blow, and all I can do is quickly tense the muscles in my right shoulder before hitting the corner, feeling the metal dig into my flesh despite the foam padding. Having hurled my 120 kg like a barbarian, I let out a howl of pain, leaving my right arm outside the ring and gripping the bottom rope with my left hand, groaning and moaning loudly, already sweating from this brutal fight.
Marco_the_champ: Landing on my feet I turn back on you looking at your back while you slowly stand trying to recover from that brutal hit
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: I smirk quickly wrap my arms around your waist pulling you toward the centre of the ring and throw you in air in a painful suplex BAM the ring shakes under our weight
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I struggle to my feet, feeling my shoulder throb with pain. I groan and try to stand, but that Italian bastard grabs my waist and slams my 120 kg (265 pounds) to the floor, leaving the crowd stunned as the ring shakes like that, wondering if it's going to break. I fall heavily on my shoulders and head and roll onto my side, clutching my head and groaning.
Marco_the_champ: Panting I put myself sit on the canvas screaming out in frustration and pain
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Then stand and walk following you I kick away your arms and put my sweaty naked feet on your face “So belgian asshole it’s time to give up!” I scream looking at your fans while I push down my sole on your mouth and nose
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When I feel your foot on my face, I want to lick it, to bury my tongue between your toes, but I refuse to be dominated so easily, despite my desire for you. "Fuck off, you fucking Italian bastard," I say, grabbing your foot with both hands before rolling away from you, forcing you to do the splits without letting go of your foot.
Marco_the_champ: “Aghhh what are you doing?” I scream while you split my legs making me fall on my free knee to not fall on the mat “let me go sprout eater!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: "Shut up, you pineapple-pizza-eating bastard!" I get up, still holding your foot, and kick you bare-handed in the back, knocking you onto your stomach before sitting on your ass and giving you half a Boston Crab.
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: 
Marco_the_champ: “No no noooooo” I scream in panic then you lock me in this painful hold, my knee is bending badly I scream in pain grabbing my hair stretching my arm to touch the closest rope “fuck you fuuuuck you!” I scream sweating and crying from the pain, at last I manage to grab the bottom rope
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I can hear you suffering and screaming, I love it, I enjoy feeling the muscles in your leg twitch with pain. When you grab the rope, I don't let go, and I see the referee coming towards me and starting to count "ONE... TWO... THREE..." I quickly release you, not wanting to be disqualified at the count of four, and start yelling at the referee in my language, claiming he counted too fast for me to let you go.
Marco_the_champ: Rolling on my back I put an arm on my face trying to resist the pain you inflict to me
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Then shake my head and see you screaming to the ref something in french
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: That gives me the time to climb the ropes and stand as you turn around to face me again I raise my leg and crash my smelly foot under your chin in a sweet chin music BAM
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I realize I'm wasting my time with the ref, saying me he's impartial, and besides, I have an opponent to demolish. I turn back to you just in time to see your foot slam into my left chin. My head snaps to the right, and my whole body follows, sending me sprawling onto the ring floor. My entire right side took the brunt of the impact, more so than my jaw. I clutch my chin, and you see me spit out a tooth onto the ring, along with a little blood.
Marco_the_champ: I let go myself on the canvas and crawl on you wetting your muscles with all my sweat hooking tight your big thighs and squeeze your quads with my bicep. Ref drops down ONEEEEEE
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Damn, this Italian, as muscular as he is sweaty, is already attempting a pin. "NO!" I jerk my shoulder off the mat, trying to wrap my arm around your throat and using the sweat from our bodies to slide down and position myself beside you for a side choke, my arm tightly wrapping around your throat as we lie side by side.
Marco_the_champ: “Daaaaamn” I can only say as you start to choke me on the mat, I feel the smell of your sweaty pit in my nostrils and start to move my arms in panic
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see your arms flailing and I understand your fear. To help you, I keep one arm around your throat and with my other hand I place your arm that's near me between my legs. Then I grab your other arm, taking your bicep and pulling it towards me, trying to bring your two muscular arms together, stretched out behind you. "So, you little Italian shit, you think you can beat me?" I move my face closer to smell your scent, that rich musk of an Italian male, a handsome stallion. I have to destroy you, but damn, I want you so badly.
Marco_the_champ: I struggle to breath you stretch my arm and I can’t move, my muscles are all in tension my face goes red, spit hoozing from my lips, with a last effort I put a foot on the bottom rope
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see the referee coming towards me and realize I'm not letting go of you, and I see him start counting "ONE... TWO... THREE..." I quickly release you, annoyed to see the referee being so fair. I get up and pull you towards the center of the ring before lifting you by the throat to face me, placing a hand on your shoulder and raising my fist victoriously before bringing it down on the top of your head.
Marco_the_champ: You let me go amd make me stand grabbing my throat, I am breathless and soaked in sweat you raise your fist and hit my head making me even dizzier
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Struggle to stand on my feet I step back while you cockily smirking in my face, starting to mock me arrogantly
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see you're struggling to stay on your feet, which is perfect for me. I quickly move behind you, placing my shoulders on your back, slipping one arm between your legs and the other hand across your throat as I lift you up with a Torture Rack, staying right in the middle of the ring to show the Belgian and Italian crowd just how much I'm dominating this bastard who beat me last time. "So, you little Italian bastard, you really thought you stood a chance against me again?"
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck no!” I scream out loud as you lock me in a torture rack making me laying on your large shoulders, my spine is bending badly and I can feel the warm of your hot body below me. Drops of sweat slide in your body as you parade me around the ring. I scream in pain “Let me go fucking bastard let me go!” I scream desperately as you leave the ref behind I move an hand on your face and rake your eyes
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I wanted to prevent the referee from watching so I could crush your balls in peace, but you take advantage of my cunning to scratch my eyes. I close them quickly, but I don't have time and I feel your claws making my face bleed and damaging my eyes. I release you suddenly, letting you fall backwards while I scream in pain, holding my eyes and taking a few steps, reaching the ring rope to hold it while my other hand is over my eyes, showing me that I'm bleeding quite a bit.
Marco_the_champ: I land on my feet arching my back and grabbing it I see you bend over the ropes so I cockily smirk and walk towards you I grab your head and rub painfully your forehead along the rope making you walk with me to the corner then slam you against the turnbuckle back first I jump on the middle rope digging your face on my bulge letting you choke in it and start to punch your head ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR times
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I move my hands away from my eyes, showing you a nice scratch mark that the referee doesn't even seem to notice until you grab my head and rub it against the rope, making me thrash and scream in pain all the way down the rope. I don't even have the strength to react when you climb onto the middle rope and slam my face into that magnificent, already hard bulge. I hit your thighs while you suffocate me, but when you massacre my head, my arms fall back down and along my body, feeling stunned by all the blows and the pain of the rope burning on my forehead and the scratch in front of my eyes.
Marco_the_champ: You stain my speedos with drops of your blood then I jump off the ropes grab the back of your neck and put you hunged to the middle rope, I quickly run against the opposite ropes bouncing on them then run back towards you and grab the ropes using the momentum I twist around and hit your face with my hard bulge in a 619 imprinting my bad smell on your beard “take that belgian asshole!” I growl
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I breathe heavily as I get pounded again by this Italian whore. Hatred rises in my throat, but I can't regain my composure. Those blows to the head have really knocked me out. I'm slowly recovering when you put me on the middle rope, but I don't have time to recover enough before you come back and give me another 619, your erection slamming into my face, your precum and sweat flooding my beard and mouth from how much we've both sweated. I take your blow full in the head and I violently retreat to the center of the ring, starting to roll to reach the ropes as I try to get up but I can't and I remain lying on my stomach, my left arm sticking out of the ring apron.
Marco_the_champ: I land on the apron and seeing you half out of the ring I jump off on the concrete putting myself under the corner I see your head, I growl running towards you and BAM my dirty sole smash into your cheek making you fall on the solid ground
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I want to resist, but for now you're in control of this fight and there's nothing I can do but take your foot right in the face before I fall heavily to the mat. I writhe in pain, clutching my cheek, but I also take advantage of the fact that the referee can't see us to wait for you to turn around and smash your beautiful Italian sausage through your wrestling briefs with my heel.
Marco_the_champ: I am cockily distracted by your fans starting to scream in their face “See yiur belgiam champ how can be easily defeated, you belgians are nothing against a real italian wrestler” as I turn on you again your heel crash my bulge BAM, eyes crossed I droo on my knees wheezing out my breath
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: My head is pounding, but there's no way I'm going to let myself be beaten. I kneel before you, catching my breath from all the blows I've taken, then I place my right hand to the left of your head and, with my left forearm, I smash the right side of your head, aiming squarely for your temple.
Marco_the_champ: My head explodes in pain drops of spit are sprayed in the air when your massive forearm cracks my jaw, both of us are on our knees one in front of the other I fall forward leaning my head in the space between your neck and traps panting hard. I smell your scent dizzy I start to kiss your neck tasting the saltiness of your sweaty muscles
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When you kiss my neck, I want to let you. Your warm, glistening muscles, combined with the scent of your Italian stallion wafting into my nostrils, overwhelm me. I know you want me, as much as I want you, but you beat me the first time, and I can't accept it. With difficulty and great sadness, I take your head in both hands to remove your soft lips from my neck and stand up before helping you to your feet. I place my right hand on the left side of your head again and strike you with my forearm on the right side before placing my hands beneath your arms, feeling your sweat soaking my hands. I sit you on the edge of the ring, letting your feet dangle outside. I climb onto the edge of the ring myself, my back to the ropes, and grab you by the nape of the neck to lift you up and apply a rear-naked choke, your feet dangling in the air. "So, you little Italian shit, you thought you could beat me? Go away, Va fanculo, as you losers say."
Marco_the_champ: “Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck no no noooo” you lock me into a rear choke and let me stay hunged from the edge of the ring I feel your hard bulge rubbing on my low back… I grit my teeth and feel the pain of my shoulders and traps
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I don't want to finish you off like this. If you're going to suffer, it should take longer. I pull you back to the edge of the ring and step inside, never letting go of your head, switching my hands as I go inside. Then I place your forehead on the top rope and rub it against the edge of the ring before lifting your head and slamming you hard against the corner to knock you out even more so I can sit you down on the ring post. I know it's not the easiest way, but I'm using the strength I have left and, above all, the hatred I have for you to make you sit.
Marco_the_champ: I keep my eyes closed tight to try to handle the pain you are giving to me. Back in the ring I hear you grunting while you wrap your biceps around my quads and hoist me uo my feet leave the ground while I can smell your scent on my body then I find myself sitting on the turnbuckle
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I start growling like a wild animal. Seeing you so battered makes me want to destroy you even more, to show you no mercy, to let my savagery surpass anything I've ever done before. I start climbing the rope in turn, facing you I put your head under my armpit and with my other arm I push to put my feet on the third rope, I put your arm behind my neck and I quickly grab you by the wrestling briefs, feeling your sweat mixing with mine then I lift you to my full height, putting you head down and feet up before letting myself fall backwards to smash your back, knowing that I would suffer too in the process, but I don't care, I want to demolish you, crush you, destroy you in front of your fans.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: “Waaaaait crazy belgian piece of shit!” I scream out of my lungs as you superplex me on the canvas from that height. BAM the ring shakes and I black out, spit hoozing from my mouth laying spread eagle on the mat
Marco_the_champ:
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I straighten my back, putting my hand behind me, making me realize how much I've been hurt, but I'm not finished with you yet. I slam both fists into the ground, sitting on my backside with my legs stretched out, screaming like a madman. That last blow has truly awakened the beast within me. I straighten up menacingly, like a bear ready to tear its prey apart, my face red with anger and foam at the mouth, I come towards you and I see that you seem to have lost consciousness, I turn you onto your stomach and without a word, able to do nothing but grunt, I place my stinking and dirty feet on the inside of your thighs before taking your stinking feet that excite me and blocking them in front of my calves then I hit you on the back to wake you up "hey, Italian son of a bitch, wake up" my words sounding more like orders spat out in a bark than a human sentence.
Marco_the_champ: “What… the… fuck… are… you… doing” I whisper, slowly waking up on my stomach laying in a pond of my own sweat
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: The only response you get is a satisfied grunt before I slap your sides to pull your hands towards me. I quickly grab them, not wanting to be too sadistic, but I still reply, "Shut up, you wop." Then I lean back slightly, arching your back. "ONE." I repeat, a little further back and a little harder. "TWO." And then "THREE." And there I lie on my back, stretching my legs as high as possible and spreading them wide apart while my hands quickly grab your armpits, which are dripping with sweat like never before, to arch your back downwards and deliver my finishing move, the Mexican Surfboard.
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: 
Marco_the_champ: “No no nooooo” I am locked in air in this painful hold crying my lungs out drops of sweat fall on your body below me like raindrops I can feel anything but pain “Stop stop stoooop pezzo di merda!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Your sweat dripping onto me makes me release a lot of precum, but I want more, I really want to destroy you. I force your shoulders back and forth to make your back hurt even more while the referee comes over and asks, "Do you want to give up?"
Marco_the_champ: “No no nooooooo! Fuck you belgian ref fuck this asshole who has to let me go!” I growl in rage and pain… my muscle are in tension and pain “fuuuck I can’t hold it anymore fuuuuuck! Stop please! Aaaaaaaggghgg no! No! Aaaaaaghhhhh I give motherfucker I give!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: The referee hears you abandoned after a long time spent in my grip which even impresses my fans, he comes up to me to tell me to let you go but I can only see a strange being making a funny gesture, I am way too intoxicated by your pain, I pull your head towards me and I raise my torso a little to put my arm around your neck before putting my back on the ground, crushing your back in two while your legs that I spread apart a max burn you atrociously
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck! Ref ref I gave up! Make him stop fuck! I can’t I can’t anymore! Belgian fucker let me go! REF!!!
Marco_the_champ: My body is in strong pain I con’t hold it anymore waterfall of sweat fall on you my muscles are to the limit
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: The referee sees that I refuse to let go, twisting your body to the extreme, and he begins his countdown for me to release you. "ONE..." he sees that I don't loosen my grip. ".... TWO..." still nothing, I'm putting maximum pressure on your body, consumed by nothing but rage and hatred, wanting revenge for our first fight.
Marco_the_champ: The pain is strong I cannot move cannot stop you saliva slides out from my mouth, eyes roll in the back of my head, body is tortured and soaked in sweat shining under the lights of the arena I can hear the ref counting and yelling at you
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I have only one thought in my head: "destroy." I can't hear anything anymore; I don't even want to hear that son of a bitch referee counting. I maintain my painful grip, burning every part of your body as the referee begins his count. "THREE..." I know I should release you, but I simply can't. I want to destroy you, demolish you, make you suffer a thousand deaths. I don't release you, and the referee counts to "FOUR." The referee signals to the judges, who then signal the end of the fight, showing everyone that I've been disqualified. Despite this, I don't let go. I maintain my hold; since I've lost, I might as well go all out. I continue my hold with force and violence. Seeing that the referee can't make me move, he calls security, and I see four burly guys come and get into the ring. They force me to release you and move you away from me. I regain my composure and realize what I've just done... I've lost. I let my anger get the better of me, and I've lost. I get back to my knees. I hear the announcer say, "OUR GREAT WINNER TODAY BY DISQUALIFICATION IS MARCO, THE ITALIAN CHAMPION." I lower my head, ashamed to have lost this fight again because of my destructive temper.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Rolling finally on the ring I put myself in fetal position grunting in pain, gritting my teeth strings of spit falling on the ring I can only hear my name echoing in the arena and realize that I win again for DQ but I am too in pain to celebrate
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Even though I lost this fight, you submitted to me, and I want to take advantage of that. I crawled toward you on all fours before bringing my face close to yours. "You're beautiful when you suffer, little Italian whore" then I lay you on your back and press my sweaty torso against yours, mixing our sweat while I press my package against your face and gently remove your red wrestling briefs, revealing your superb Italian cock, its smell rising into my nose and making me want it, without waiting I put it in my mouth and gently begin to suck you while I caress your balls by rubbing my bulge on your face.
Marco_the_champ: “What the fuck” I moan while you start to suck my sweaty smelly thick cock then you put your bulge on my face making me choke into the smell of it I curl my toes and start to moan even louder
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: This cock in my mouth feels so good, I want it so badly. I start sucking you without stopping, reaching for my underwear to pull it down before kneeling, my 10-inch cock hard and fragrant near your mouth. I caress your chest, using your sweat as oil to slide my hands over this magnificent body I've ravaged, moaning with pleasure every time I give you a deep throat, drooling over your beautiful Italian stallion cock, breathing in your intoxicating scent that drives me wild with desire.
Marco_the_champ: I can feel your hard smelly cock all over my face I try to arch my back to set me free but the pain is too much and makes me open my mouth, your big cock immediately shove into it choking me til my throat, I start to cough and suck tasting your sweat, trying to breath slamming my hands on the canvas
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When you arch your back and scream in pain, letting me thrust my cock deep inside you, I grab your waist at the same time, gripping your chest and starting to suck you like a madman while I make long, slow strokes in your mouth, our scents mingling, but I want more, I want everyone to see this. I straighten your torso, raising your legs towards the sky and with difficulty I stand up again, still in 69 while I suck you relentlessly, your beautiful Italian cock giving me the strength I need.
Marco_the_champ: You make me suck your dirty cock coveredin sweat and pre, keeping to suck mine you show to all your fans your power and manage to stand in a 69, my dirty stinky feet in air while upside down I suck your cock moving my tongue around the tip of it, welcoming in my mouth even your balls
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I'm almost paralyzed when you suck me like that. I can see you're not being forced anymore; you're really enjoying yourself. I walk with difficulty to the corner of the ring and gently kneel down, resting your back on the pole before standing up, removing our cocks from each other's mouths. I straighten up, holding onto the ropes, then spread the toes of my left foot wide and put them in your mouth, watching the magnificent spectacle of this handsome Italian forced to suck my dirty, smelly toes.
Marco_the_champ: Hunged upside down to the turnbuckle I see you towering me “Hey Luke stop it I won the match you are my bitch again!” I growl but you don’t listen and shove your stinky toe into my mouth making me suck it taste it, my arms start to move in panic while a string of cum fall on my abs and pecs
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: "You won by disqualification but you submitted to me, you dirty Italian whore." I see the trickle of semen running down your abs and I don't want it to go to waste. Without you moving, I turn around and guide my ass towards your cock, taking it in my hand to position it against my hole, and without waiting, I impale myself on your beautiful Italian cock, moaning as I thrust it in all the way, wanting your juice inside me.
Marco_the_champ: As you do so my body starts to shake you impale yourself with my thick cock and I am trapped there while you powebottom me and start to growl and moan, I can feel my rod squeezed into your hole like an explosion of pain and pleasure
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: It feels good, but I feel like something's missing: your feet, your magnificent, stinky feet that I want to lick. I with great difficulty remove your cock from my hole before turning around and uncrossing your feet to gently place you on the ground, I take you by the legs to bring you to the center of the ring and there I sit on your cock, taking it in my hand and spreading my buttocks again, my head turned towards you and once your cock is pushed deep inside me I put my arms behind me and I reach for your legs to bring your feet in front of me which I begin to lick passionately, raising my ass slightly to let you fuck me as you wish, letting me release quite a bit of precum each time I suck your toes.
Marco_the_champ: You move my body lika a doll and put me on the canvas, on my back, the fabric that covers the mat is dirty and sticky from our sweat, you trap mi thick veiny cock in your hole again and then bend my legs and start to suck my toe “awwww god” I moan closing my eyes starting to push deeper and deeper my cock into your ass touching your prostate
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: That's when I give up. Okay, I've dominated him, but now he's dominating me. I feel your glans against my prostate and swallow your big toe while my hands caress your feet. Then I hold your feet with one hand before grabbing your shoulder to pull you up and lay me on the floor, your cock still inside me and your feet I lick like a submissive whore. "You've defeated me, sorry, you're right... fuck, this cock, these feet, this smell, I'm yours, my powerful Italian stallion, I'm your whore, your thing, your sex toy."
Marco_the_champ: I start to move my hips up and down pushing my cock into your ass while I start to moan as your tongue starts to lick my toes and soles “Fuck man” I grunt while I stand on my back sweating cracking your hole
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I feel your beautiful Italian stallion cock ravaging my hole, your sweat and your scent driving me crazy for you. The more you fuck me, the more I lick your feet, not missing a spot, running my tongue between each toe to savor the taste and breathe in your scent deeply. I can't even speak anymore, just whimper like a little dog because you feel so good. Despite my size and build, I feel dominated every time I taste your feet. The crowd can't believe their eyes as the Belgian wrestler submits to his opponent without the slightest restraint; this magnificent spectacle has many dreaming.
Marco_the_champ: I push your shoulders with my heels hooking your pits and let you roll on your back, I wrap your quads sweaty and wet and put myself on my knees panting “You’re mine Luke, your ass is mine!” I say looking straight in your eyes and enter again into your hole with my thick cock starting to fuck you wildely like an animal
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Despite my "victory," I feel completely dominated by this Italian stallion every time. "My ass is yours, I am yours, you own me, fuck me, I beg you, fuck me hard, my handsome Italian lover, I am yours... OOOOOOOOHHH FUCK!" Your enormous Italian cock plunges into me mercilessly while I pound my ass like a jackhammer. I can only submit with the greatest pleasure and the greatest submission, but I crave more. I reach my arms towards your legs as if I want to grab them, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue reflexively, the taste of your feet still in my mouth making me want more.
Marco_the_champ: I am destroying your ass my thick cock is going deeper and deeper I am on you, my hands open on your pecs as you open your mouth I spit in it while immediately after I grab your big cock and squeeze it. Drops of sweat are raining on you “who is the winner tonight? Say it!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I feel like my ass is nothing but a pile of flesh that you're fucking mercilessly, and I love it. I swallow your spit slowly, rolling that divine nectar around my tongue, then when you grab my cock, I feel like it's going to explode and make a mess everywhere. Plus, your masculine scent and the sweat dripping onto me really make me yours. I look you straight in the eyes as best I can, a little hint of defiance in my gaze, and I say, "No idea, remind me."
Marco_the_champ: “I will show you!” I growl starting to jerk you off feeling in my hand the veins along your road pumping and swalling, seeing your cock going red for how hard I am rubbing it. in the meantime my hips are going back and forth slapping my balls against your ass
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: "No, no, no," my arms spread wide as I am completely dominated by my sublime adversary. "mercy, stop, please, stop," I gasp, feeling my whole body shiver with pleasure. "FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKK!" I pound the floor violently with my hands, wanting to resist your hand on my cock and your divine cock pounding my prostate, but it's impossible. I hold my breath while you're pounding my ass and then I start ejaculating streams of sperm while your hand that's jerking me off gets covered in my juice and my whole body starts trembling to the point that the vibrations can be felt in the ring.
Marco_the_champ: I feel your body shivering and then a warm liquid wets my hand, I arch my sweaty back and then shoot my load in your ass growling and grunting grabbing your stinky right foot in air and put it in my mouth sucking your toes
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I feel your cock explode inside me, flooding my hole. As I finish emptying myself, I'm paralyzed by the overwhelming pleasure, and when you start sucking my toes, my cock stays hard because I love the sensation so much. I moan for a long time as I feel your sperm continuing to flood my insides.
Marco_the_champ: I take off my cock from your hole leaking on the mat I grab you from the head making you stand and raise your hand with mine, both standing soaked in sweat and cum leaking from our cock, the crowd explode in cheers and screams
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I let out a small groan as you pull your dripping cock out of my hole and let yourself be forcibly pulled to your feet. I'm happy to see you raise our hands, our sweaty bodies, as I watch you and the crowd explode. I can't hold back, and with my free hand, I grab your back and pull you to my chest for a long, loving, and respectful hug, whispering softly in your ear, "Even if I win, your cock and your scent will subdue me. I belong to you, my magnificent Italian stallion." The crowd watches as these two merciless giants become friends again.
Marco_the_champ: I hug you back our cocks still hard slam against each others our pecs slap while we wrapped each others in our big arms “you’re my best opponent and best friend in the federation Luke” I whisper in your ear answering you. I let you go and sit on the middle rope raising the top rope to help you jump off the ring together we walk to the locker rooms
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Even though I've come, I feel like I still have more to give; my handsome Italian stallion has far too much of an effect on me. "You too, Marco. I love challenging you in the ring and loving you outside of it." I take advantage of your help to cross to the other side of the ring, without jumping out, and then I take your arm, raising it to show everyone how proud I am to be with you. I don't even know if I won or lost anymore, but when I'm with you, I feel like a winner all around. We jump out of the ring and head towards the locker room, both of us side by side, my hand resting on your sweaty back. "I'm going to take good care of you, I'm going to clean you up."
Marco_the_champ: Entering in the locker room I sit on the bench my muscle are pulsing in pain soaked in sweat “man what a great match! Can’t wait to be in the ring again with you Luke” I say starting to rub my right shoulder with my left hand. The room immediately is filled with our smell
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I move behind you, guiding your arm and placing my hands on your shoulders. "Sorry, I got a little carried away, but I want to give it my all against you," and I begin to massage your shoulders, feeling every hard muscle beneath my fingers, using your sweat as massage oil. I lean my head toward yours and begin to caress your hair with my lips. "You are the perfect fighter, I too can't wait to get back in the ring with you and next time we'll do it in Italy. My hands continue to massage your shoulders, moving down to your back while I start licking the sweat from your neck, tasting your skin and perspiration on my tongue.
Marco_the_champ: I start to moan as I stretch my neck with your big hands on my battered muscles “fuck man you destroyed me in this match… you make me submit before been dqed that move was painful… and I loved it” saying so I start to caress your head behind me amd finally relax
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: "I'm so glad you enjoyed it. You're a wonderful opponent, and you took my grip like no one ever has before." I kneel behind you and run my thumbs down your spine, massaging every back muscle. Even though I've come, I'm still hard, and this locker room is so small that our scent has already filled the room. Then I reach down to your hips and start licking the sweat that's dripping from your back, sometimes bringing my head close to your armpit, all the while moaning incessantly. "I want you, I desire you, I want to belong to you, to be your submissive."
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck stud you make me horny again” I say stretching my legs and grabbing my cock still hard, as your tongue touch my back my body convilses and I moan loudly, the room is filled with our smell of cum feet and sweat
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see your legs part and I can't resist. I climb over the bench to face you, I see your beautiful, still-hard cock, and without hesitation, I take it slowly into my mouth, sucking you for a long time while playing with your balls, showing you how submissive I feel to everything you are and everything you represent. "Fuck, your cock is good," I say before sucking it again, eager for your juice, to show you that I am your devoted possession.
Marco_the_champ: “Fuuuuck” I growl stretching my spine on the bench grabbing your head while you start sucking again my cock I roll my eyes and try to resist you but you suck my rod so well, I bend my legs and smash my right foot on your face
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When your foot reaches my face, I quickly grab your ankle to keep your foot pressed against my cheek, moaning with pleasure. With my free hand, I take hold of your back, turning you onto the bench before straddling you, legs on either side of the bench, continuing to suck you. I grab your legs and massage them as I take your cock deep into my throat. Then I lift my head and whisper, "I'm yours, Master," before sucking you again, moaning with endless pleasure as my 10-inch cock remains rock hard.
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck man” I moan laying on the bench my hand on my face the other on your head moving your head up and down “good boy suck your master, take his cock into your throat… daaamn” I arch my spine fighting to not cum again
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I stay there, feeling the long strokes of your magnificent Italian cock in my mouth, moaning to show you my submission and that this master's word makes me your submissive. I feel you arch your back and I want your juice, I start sucking you like crazy while my hands begin to work your nipples. "Mmmmmmmggghhg mercy, mmmmghhmmg give me your juice"
Marco_the_champ: “Daaaamn” I say as your fingers pinch my nipples making me spring on the bench, gritting my teeth “oh yeah wanna have my juice? Hm wanna have my juice?” I growl slapping your face then grab your head to choke you into my cock while a second shoot hits your throat
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: My Master slapped me, my Master gave me my very first slap. I feel so proud, and he speaks to me so harshly. I feel like we've reached another level in our relationship. We're friends in life, rivals in the ring, but he's my Master in sex. I don't respond, I just moan in approval, showing you that the Belgian wrestler in me is completely submissive to the Italian stallion in front of him. I feel you pounding my mouth like a jackhammer, I gag and hold back vomiting, but when I feel new spurts coming down my throat, I eagerly swallow it all without leaving a drop while I continue to work your nipples, then once your cock is thoroughly cleaned by my tongue, I straighten my torso a little and grab your legs, putting them on my shoulders and placing my hard 25cm cock in front of your hole, looking at you with a pleading expression to give me permission to taste your hole.
Marco_the_champ: Trembling on the bench you grab my legs and put them on your shoulder, a cloud of my scent hits your nostrils then you ask me the permission to let you crack my hole I look into your eyes “c’mon dude do it!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: "Thank you, Master," I say, no longer holding back. He is my Master, and I accept him. I slowly push my cock into you, sweating even more from the exertion, and begin long, rhythmic strokes, gazing at you with reverence as I savor your ass, feeling my cock so deep inside. "Damn, Master, your ass is so good, I love it, thank you, Master."
Marco_the_champ: “You must be damn thankful” I growl making you bend on me and chopping your pecs “C’mon Luke fuck me as you know now!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I look at you, and my gaze leaves no doubt: you are my Master, and I worship you. Nothing will change that. "I am, Master. Thank you for your sublime hole." I spread your legs, giving you access to my pecs so you can slap them as you please. I grunt, "With pleasure, Master," and then I stop being gentle. I start pounding your hole so hard the bench shakes. To keep it intact, I lift myself up slightly, raising your buttocks, giving me the opportunity to ram you even harder, aiming for your prostate, making you feel like my cock is a jackhammer that can't stop. I thrust into you for a long time, the minutes tick by and after 30 minutes of intense fucking I grab your ankles and spread your thighs as wide as possible, screaming like an animal while you feel my hot sperm flooding your wrecked ass.
Marco_the_champ: I am pounded by you for long time then you spread my legs I arch my spine growling and moaning and then I see you start to shake and I feel your warm cum filling my hole, I grab the back of tour neck and bend you over slamming my forehead against yours growling in your face spitting in your mouth the release you and drop on the bench dirty stinky filled and exhausted
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Even when I come inside you, you manage to maintain your dominance. I take your spit and swallow it as if it were the nectar of the gods, then I exhale heavily, seeing you exhausted. I am exhausted too, but what a submissive I would be if I left my Master here. I take you by the shoulders and gently lift you, pressing you against me. I look at you and smile softly. "Now, a nice shower, my handsome friend."
Marco_the_champ: I smile and accept your help both heading to the showers “next time you will be in Italy I will challenge you in an Iron cage match dude and it will be awsome”
Marco_the_champ: End
Published: 2026-05-08, viewed 85 times.
Freaker
2026-05-08 20:09What stands out is how the power completely flips between the ring and the aftermath.
In the ring, Luke proves physically dominant—his surfboard actually makes Marco verbally submit ("I give"), breaking the Italian's toughness. But Luke loses control; he can't release the hold, letting rage override discipline, and gets disqualified. Marco technically wins but leaves physically shattered.
After the bell, the dynamic inverts entirely. Luke voluntarily kneels, calling Marco "Master," submitting sexually and psychologically to the man he just tortured. The Belgian beast who refused to quit in combat becomes honest about who conquered whom—acknowledging that Marco's victory was complete despite the DQ. Rare to see a fighter admit: I beat your body, but you own my will. That's what makes their rivalry work. Thank you for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
The board members
Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-05-11 03:38(In reply to this)
Thank you for your wonderful comment and for taking the time to read our story. I confess that Marco and I have a fierce rivalry in the ring, a rivalry I struggle to control and which has caused me to fail. Outside the ring, I'm happy to call Marco my friend, and in bed, I try my best to resist his Italian charm and his intoxicating scent that compels me to submit.
I could rack up a thousand consecutive victories against him; all he has to do is wiggle his toes in bed, and I obey him, without argument, without complaint, always with joy.
El DIABOLIKO
2026-05-08 16:10Ouffff this fight is really fantastic between these two wrestlers who really want to destroy each other and love each other.
From beginning to end I discover very beautiful wrestling moves from both wrestlers, very beautiful sequences.
A huge thank you to Luke, my husband, and Marco, the Italian, for this wonderful fight.
While watching this fight I got really wet and came.
Of course, Luke won this fight for me, he really submitted Marco with his very tough finishing move.
The finale of this fight is superb.
I can't wait to see the next fight that will take place in a steel cage.
Thanks to both wrestlers.
Marco is a formidable wrestler.
Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-05-08 16:17(In reply to this)
Thank you, my husband. That fight was brutal, and I should have tried to hold back, but I was so humiliated the last time, and the worst part is, I enjoyed it. Marco may be a formidable and ruthless opponent in the ring, but outside of it, he's a friend and a fighter I recommend to anyone who wants to have a wonderful time.
I can't wait to face him again. I'll try to control my temper, but it's hard to stay calm when you have someone who's your rival in the ring, a friend outside of it, and your Italian Stallion Master in sex.
Dan Freyr
2026-05-11 03:22(In reply to this)
Well for me I was so happy to see my husband get his revenge but I would have preferred that he take his well earned prize and dominated Marco but that's OK because when I get my hands on Marco I will get payback for my husband and destroy the Italian! That's IF he ever stops runnin from me! LOL
Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-05-11 03:25(In reply to this)
Thank you, my angel. I admit I went a bit too far, but the next fight will be much more brutal and merciless, and I fully intend to snatch victory from him without getting disqualified this time.
But will I be able to resist him once the fight is over? I didn't know last time; his scent and his gaze, along with his charming accent, made me submissive (not to mention those feet that tasted so good).
Marco the champ
2026-05-08 16:12(In reply to this)
Thanks man