THE HIGH TABLE

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CUCKS AND COCKS

I´M.PRISONED REVENGE

CAVA-XPLORATION – ROAD TO REVENGE

DREAM BREAKER:

"Is he still alive, Bakof?" I ask the black man questioningly as he drags the motionless man by the leg in front of me. MuscleMarine looks badly battered. His arms have been torn from their sockets, and his ribs are likely broken. “Let go of his leg and lay him on his back.” I circle around Max, examining his body. Dark blue-black bruises cover his entire body, his abs look badly damaged, and his face is smeared with blood. All in all, I have a hard time even recognizing him as Muscle Marine. “I sincerely hope for your sake that he’s still alive. You’ll pay with your life if you killed him. Didn’t I tell you to bring him to me alive, didn’t I? I alone decide his fate! What was so hard to understand, you idiot!" Bakof’s dark skin flushes and finally pales as his gaze turns to the marine lying lifelessly on the ground.

I crouch down next to the badly wounded man and put my ear to his mouth. The man is still breathing. My hand sweeps between his legs, gently lifting his massive cock and the balls beneath it. The man moans weakly. “Get him to the medical bay immediately; we have to get this man back on his feet. And pray he doesn’t die, or you’ll end up in the same trash bag with him. Get moving!” I sit down in my black velvet armchair, hoping for the best.

MUSCLEMARINE:

The only thing I feel for sure... is a hand grabbing my cock and balls, lifting them, checking them, before dropping them. Next, a series of flashing overhead white lights, and people screaming all around me. I fade in and out of consciousness... only to be flooded in a sea of beeping machines, wires, pipes and dimmed white lights. I am surely not in heaven - God only knows with all the kills, the bad things I have done... that place is off limits for me. But I am however, and I can feel it, in a place where I am being taken care of. I don't feel the pain anymore, but rather a soothing warmth around my muscles, and a cold stream through my veins. Although I am dozing in and out constantly, I still feel the presence of the man who put me in this situation... But why is he still around?

BAKOF

The Marine had been in an induced coma for weeks. The doctor said it would improve his chances of survival and speed up his recovery. Even though I wanted to smother him with a pillow and make it look like a natural death, I still hoped he would survive, because my own fate depended on his. Perhaps later I would get the chance to finish what I started. The man hadn’t moved a finger since the doctor said he was going to start trying to wake the Marine from his coma. According to the doctor, the next six hours would be crucial. I stared at his chest as it slowly rose and fell until I dozed off in the armchair next to him and took a short nap.

DREAM BREAKER:

Bakof's tiny brain would probably never understand why I want to heal a man I want to eliminate right after that, but it was a matter of principle. I’ll make sure no one else can get their hands on the original dildo model if the man is no longer around, and above all, it was about showing Marine who holds the ultimate power. The monitors indicated that he had begun to wake up. His heartbeat was quickening, his breathing rhythm was slowly returning, and his blood pressure was rising. Soon Marine would be tied up in front of me, just like back in prison. This time, he wouldn’t be abused by a bunch of men; this time, he would be solely for my own pleasure. For the last time.

 “Bakof, stay alert and, above all, keep your hands off him. He belongs only to me now. Do you hear me? Bakof?” I ordered into Bakof’s earpiece, but the man didn’t answer. “Fuck, what a loser, he’s snoring!”

BAKOF

I was startled by Alex’s harsh voice—always fucking bossing people around, always snapping at them; what a fucking idiot. “Boss, everything’s fine. Marine man is still fast asleep. This will probably take hours. Calm down, I’m watching him right here. Nothing can go wrong. I’ll let you know as soon as he wakes up.” I looked at the Marine. He was still in a deep sleep. Alex was freaking out, as usual, for no reason at all. I close my eyes for a few more minutes...

MUSCLEMARINE:

I open my eyes, still feeling lost, not knowing where I am. I know I am in a hospital bed, with machine hooked to me all over, but where? That is the question. The same guy who is out to kill me, eliminate... still wants me alive? How? I dont understand. I pull up a bit on my elbows and notice a large black figure laying back on a single armchair next to my bed. I gasp... as quietly as possible. Its the guy who broke me in the ring... that black ape Bakof. 'The fuck is he still doing here?' I think to myself. The machines around me start beeping, reading my racing heartbeat and my rising pressure. 'Oh shit. I cannot attract his attention.' I reason with myself as I see him stirring on the chair. 'I must be careful...'

BAKOF

"Are you sure he's still asleep, you idiot?" Alex's irritated voice rings in my ears as I mumble something like "yeah, yeah, sure" and pull the earbud out of my ear, settling into a more comfortable position in the chair. Alex is always way too worried; what could a half-man, just waking from a coma and still in the recovery phase, possibly do to a professional killer? The steady, hypnotic beeping of the machines carries me deeper into sleep.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I open one eye, still laying on the bed. I scope my surrounding when I see you fall back into the comfortable chair and doze off again. Tubes all around me, and machines. Beeping machines... and they react to every move I make, every breath I take... And then... the reanimation machine on the side. The defibrillator... jackpot. Just what I need...

DREAM BREAKER:

Everything seems to be normal so far Perhaps Bakof will this time do his job well, and I can finally turn the last page. I leave the control room to prepare everything for Max.

MUSCLEMARINE:

Although I am not fully recovered, I need to find a way to get rid of this gorilla. If he snaps, he could kill me at any moment. I can still feel the pain in my body from what he put me through... At the thought of it, the machines start beeping loudly - the graphs spike, my pressure goes through the roof, my heart rate explodes. In a second, I feel him standing over me, looming, watching. I shut my eyes and pretend to still be in that sleep 'recovery' sleep. My mind, however, is reeling, analyzing the situation... trying to find a way out.

BAKOF

Silence, that's all I can hear when I sink deeper in my sleep. What was supposed to be a short nap turned out to be a good sleep early in the morning. This time Alex would be so happy with my work. Nothing could go wrong. There is just the sound of the device beeping faster and faster, followed suddenly by complete silence, as if someone had unplugged it or disabled the sensors... Wait a minute! I open my eyes wide and look at the Marine's bed: it's empty. The drowsiness vanishes the moment I try to jump out of the armchair.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I smile as I see you, a big massive black ape get up from your chair, stunned not to see me on the bed. This is my chance. I come behind you, slowly, holding the pads in my hands, waiting for the machine to charge... And soon, the green beep is heard. "Peek-a-boo..." I shout to you, as I duck down behind you, and slam each pad in my hands at both knees, on the sides. "Clear..." I scream as I land them on target, sending a jolt of electricity through your lower limbs - this should cripple you enough and drop you.

BAKOF

I have never felt anything like this before. It's not a kick; it's not a blow; it's something much more. Suddenly all my muscles are convulsing as I collapse, sitting back down onto the chair, completely helpless for a moment. I hardly manage to turn my face back and see you standing behind me with that nasty, arrogant look on your face. I don't know how but with the help of my arms, I am able to lift my ass out of the chair and try to get up again, but my legs, they stay limp. "How? You should be in the bed." I try to reach you with my hands but my entire body is still shaking badly, making it impossible to reach you. "I will fucking send you back to coma, Marine man!"

MUSCLEMARINE:

"You will try." As I swing the wires with the pads now drained around your neck. The pads land on your chest, but the wires around your neck, knotted tight. I pull on them as my own body is unable to hold me up yet. I am still weak. I reach to one side and press the button on the reviving machine... hearing it start loading again. I try to lift a knee and slam it to your back, to keep you down on the ground, your body over the pads flat at your chest.

BAKOF

The cables completely cut off my airflow, strangling my throat while digging into my skin. But that’s not my only problem. The real problem is the charging pad between my chest and the floor, which vibrates menacingly when the device is almost fully charged. I try to lift up my torso to move the pad away when your knee hits my back, sending me only tighter against the lethal pad. I struggle and squirm, but there is nothing to do as I see your hand on the button. "You pale asshole. Don't do that. I will kill you for this!

MUSCLEMARINE:

You barely finish your line that I see the bars fill up, and the machine beep. "After you die or before?" I laugh, mockingly. I let go of the wires for a second, and throw myself away from you to one side, slamming my finger on the button, igniting the pads beneath you. I watch the jolt explode into you, sending your body a couple of inches off the floor, flipping and landing you hard on your back... motionless.

BAKOF

"I WILL KI...", my screams are brutally cut as my body starts to convulse, jumping up from the floor and collapsing back again. My mouth is drooling foam, I feel like coughing... then nothing. Nothing at all..

MUSCLEMARINE:

It's done... I see your mouth gape open, foaming. The pads drop from your chest, leaving two black marks on your tight muscle tee that is fused to your skin now, light smoke leaving them. Your body convulses, releasing the excess electricity coursing through you. 'Is he dead?' I ask myself... as I crawl back to the bed, lifting myself up onto it. I need to get back up, and lay down... like nothing has happened - plugging the wires back onto the little pads all over me - making the machines come alive again, beeping and whirling.

DREAM BREAKER:

I head back to the control room when something—call it a gut feeling or whatever you like—tells me that something’s wrong. Everything is too quiet, too peaceful, or maybe I’m just losing my nerves with all this Max stuff. As I open the monitors I see Bakof dozing off and Max lying on the bed, hooked up to the machines. Everything looks normal. Maybe I’m just being too paranoid. I decide to get myself a cup of coffee; maybe it will wake up my senses and my body.

I had barely stepped out of the room when my cell phone vibrated and emitted a short but loud alarm. I looked at the screen: "ALARM IN THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT." I ran back, fearing the worst: Bakof had killed Muscle Marine, but my fears proved unfounded. Bakof had apparently tried to do it but tripped over the wires and electrocuted himself with the defibrillator. "What a fucking idiot that man is. At least I didn’t have to do it myself." I went over to Muscle Marine’s bedside and looked at his peaceful face, stroking his chest as it rose and fell slowly. "Get well soon. I still have plenty of plans for you,” I whisper in your ear.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I hear the door to my room swing open, and someone walk in hastily. Keeping my eyes shut, I listen to his footsteps, and his cursing when he sees the black man dead on the floor. While calling for his staff to come take care of it, he gets closer... It's Alex himself. But I don't dare open my eyes, or react. I am still weak and cannot afford a confrontation now. However, I feel his hand on my chest - and then he strokes it. He bends over and whispers in my ear something that spikes my heart-rate, and my pressure and the monitors beep. I hear him laughing before heading out. I remain still, eyes shut... but fueled with rage on the inside. 'I will get him when I wake up and fully recover.' I think to myself.

DREAM BREAKER:

Something stirred between my legs as I felt Max’s heartbeat quicken. There was still an invisible chemistry between us. I know him well, and I know he’d be able to recover to dangerous strength faster than most other soldiers. But until then, he would be under my personal supervision. I visited Max every day, but he never once opened his eyes, not even once, so I decided to take the next step and test his true recovery.

The morning had just broken when I stepped, slowly and almost silently, to the side of the man’s bed. Mornings are the best time to check any man’s virility, and Max didn’t disappoint me. Under the sheet, at the level of his hips, there was a distinct bulge, like a swollen hill. I slid my hand under Max’s blanket, over his ripped abs, until my hand landed on his briefs. A warm, rapidly thickening and stiffening greeting met my palm. I grinned and carefully pulled the blanket all the way up to just above Max’s knees, then leaned over his crotch, sniffing his warm, masculine scent.

Max’s body shudders as I finally pull his briefs down and let his massive cock spring up, slapping against my cheek. Max’s recovery had been more complete than I’d dared to hope. I gently take the head of his cock between my lips, savoring its salty warmth until I slowly slide it into my mouth, Max letting out an involuntary moan. Without going into details, a few minutes later, moving back and forth on top of me, Max gives me protein-rich proof that his recovery is well underway. I sit up, wiping the corners of my mouth clean; pull his briefs back up his legs and cover him up with the sheet. “Get well soon and we’ll pick up where we left it.”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I suddenly open my eyes when I feel your mouth on my cock as it erupts against my will. "What the..." I interject. I fake the pain and pull up slowly onto my elbows. I move slowly, making you think I am still not strong enough. I see you smile as you tell me to get well soon and walk out. "What the fuck do you want from me? Why you keeping me here?" As for the first time since the black ape's death, I notice my hands are cuffed to the bed. 'Did he see what happened for real? Is it possible he has been watching me the whole time?' I think to myself, both scared and intrigued - he knows maybe what might happen if I am fully active again...

DREAM BREAKER:

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past few years, it’s how to read Max, to understand his body and his incredible ability to transform back into a dangerous fighter, a killer. During my next visit, I plan to try something different, take my stimulation a little further, outside of Max’s comfort zone, and revive him at a depth of 9.4 inches. I chuckle. Just the thought of it makes my cock rise stiff in my pants and a wide smile spread across my face.

DREAM BREAKER:

The next day, you are lying on the bed, just like on any other day when I visit you. I stand beside you and gently stroke your bearded cheeks. “Max, I have big plans for you. You’ve been blessed with something wonderful that will make many people happy—and me richer.” My hand slides down over the blanket along your body and grips your cock through the thin fabric, squeezing it lightly. "We’ll make decorative items out of this: statues, giant paperweights, and more! Massive frankfurters and hot dogs. The possibilities are endless, but I need you to be strong. " I watch your face, as if waiting for some kind of reaction from you, while I stroke your cock.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I still play 'coma dead' as your hands travel all over my body. I need to understand what exactly this psycho wants. He had the chance to end me over several months now... but still chose to keep me around. I can hear every single taunt, project he's spoke about... and every confession has made about having stolen the mold of my cock. 'So this is what he really wants - my cock - is what has made him rich. This filth from the prison cell... has become this multi-millionaire using what is mine. And he left me to rot back in that hell hole.' My body tense and it looks like its just involuntary reactions, making the machines beep as you explore and get high on touching my muscular frame. 'I am going to kill this guy... just you wait.'

DREAM BREAKER:

Finally, I get the reaction I was hoping for as your body jerks involuntarily. “Shhh… more, better, and deeper attention is coming,” I chuckle smugly as I stand up and move to the head of the bed. “It’s better for us if you’re on your stomach,” my voice is almost a whisper as I unlock your handcuffs and free your hands. You’re still too weak to fight back, so I don’t have to worry too much that you’ll try anything stupid.

I turn you onto your stomach on the bed and pull the blanket off you, sliding my hand under your briefs and pulling them off your legs. “It’s easier to give you the attention you need without these,” I chuckle. I get down on my knees at the foot of the bed, right in front of your legs, and slide my long arm between your buttocks until my fingertips feel the soft opening of your entrance. “Max, you will remember this forever.”

MUSCLEMARINE:

Suddenly, my ass muscles clamp shut - flexing so hard as to trap anything trying to enter between them. I feel your thick fingers try to go in, but also your scream as I tighten my ass around them, crushing them. "The fuck was that? What do you think you are doing?" I say from the top of the bed, as I place my hands on the mattress and execute a push-up, pulling your arm along with me, your fingers caught in a trap. I twist and almost tug snap your arm along with me, but you manage to pull it out and pull back, away from me. I smile as I kip, and land off the bed, on my feet, pulling my briefs up, tucking my monster cock into them again. "Hello Alex..."

DREAM BREAKER:

I'm confused by this sudden awakening, but I don't have time to wonder about it for long. I look at my twisted fingers and then at you... "But how the fuck? You were supposed to be in a coma..." I take a few steps back, puzzled, trying to figure out how to proceed from this situation. You’ve managed to fool me and everyone else perfectly. “Hey Max, it’s good to have you back,” I finally shout as I lunge over the bed onto you, trying to wrap my long arms around your hips and push you to the floor with me. “We have a lot to talk about.”

MUSCLEMARINE:

As you drag me to the floor with you, wrapping your arms around me, I headbutt you, dazing you, and slide away. I get up, and step back towards the couch where Bakof used to sleep. "I waited for so long for this moment. The moment when I get to take back what is mine and make you pay."

DREAM BREAKER:

I stand up too and stay standing in front of you, listening to your words with a smile on my face. Two of my fingers are hurting like hell, but I don't need fingers to make you see where your place is and where you belong. "You make me pay? Is that so? And how do you plan to do that? You probably remember how things turned out last time.", I chuckle as I approach you little by little while I keep on talking to you. As soon as I am just few inches from you, I flash you my best smile and all of the sudden send a tight uppercut into your gut. "Did you have time to maintain your ripped abs fit in coma?"

MUSCLEMARINE:

I take the blow... hard. I flinch just a bit, bending. But I point to the camera... And there is a device on it. "Your friend Bakof played a trick on you. He made you think all was ok... all this time." As I pull back, and smile, I see you walk to the camera and unplug a wire, and you get angry. This is why you couldn't tell from your office what is really happening down here. Or that Bakof died before you came down and saw it for yourself.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am not surprised that you didn't go down from my blow but due to your words . I turn to look at your face as I throw the wire down to the floor. "So it was you? You killed Bakof ? Made it look like you were still in a coma?" I step closer to you clearly furious at your little stunt, I grab you by the throat with a firm grip. "What else have you been hiding from me? You’d better talk now, or I’ll crush your windpipe right here and now," I spit out, tightening my grip on your throat.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I snap grab your wrist. I speak, although it is hard for me... "Is that the same hand that stroke a nice load out of me a week ago. How did that taste, buddy?" Asking you in a mocking tone, as I twist your hand and pull it off my throat, slowly.

DREAM BREAKER:

"My mouth drops open in astonishment as you slowly but firmly pull away from my grip around your throat. I’m bigger than you, heavier, and I’ve always known I’m stronger. But you push my hand away with a force that makes me writhe in pain. I stumble backward, looking ridiculous, trying to maintain a commanding expression on my face. My hand balled into a fist as I aim a blow at your side. “Now it’s your turn to taste my blow,” I say confidently."

When I see you stumble backward, I know this is my opportunity to calm you, to reduce you back to the bed. I surge on you and slam you to the ground, pinning you beneath my heavy body as I place my knees on your thighs to make sure you are not trying to do anything stupid with them. I stare at your face for a moment, trying to reach for your wrists, while I deliver a headbutt to your face.

MUSCLEMARINE:

Pinning me down in that icu room is easy for you given my recovered state but my still weak morale. It is true I am fueled with rage to rip you apart for what you have done to me, but I am still lost as to where I am... I still don’t understand all that happened to me and all that I have live to get me to this point exactly where I am laying on the floor dazed. You slam your forehead to mine and put me out cold in almost an instant.

I sway between an unconscious state and a wakened state where I can feel myself being dragged across the floor and then lifted easily like a sack of potatoes over your shoulders. The relief is that I am out of the icu, and knowing that so far, all my bodily functions have returned and all my muscles have recovered... I just need to focus and get my act together. I cannot let you have your way again with me...

DREAM BREAKER:

I can feel that your muscle mass has recovered surprisingly well as I lift your ripped body onto my shoulders and carry your unconscious frame up the stairs to my room.

I toss you like an old sack of potatoes onto my wide sofa, watching as you fall flat on your back with a thud. I walk calmly over to you and pat your cheek. “Max, don’t give up yet, not just yet. We have a lot to talk about." My hand slides between your legs and grips your soft cock, which twitches almost immediately upon feeling my touch. "No use pretending, you’re awake. Your cock can’t lie to me!" I laugh mischievously.

You mumble something, showing signs of waking up, but I decide to speed things up by sliding my other hand along the sensitive path from beneath your balls all the way to your ass, and without hesitation I shove a couple of my fingers deep into your hole, finally curling my fingertips inside your tunnel toward your sweet spot. This time I am ready to react if you try to break my fingers again twisting your cock threateningly. I know you well, and I know that if anything, this is the kind of thing that brings you to life. “Just relax and enjoy it,” I chuckle.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I wake up in a jolt, trying to squeeze again those digits entering me. I howl... "Da fuck? What is it you trying to do? Haven't you had enough... you fucking asshole?" I pull my leg back and slam my foot to your chest, forcing you away from me. I push back on the couch, using it as leverage to add to my propelling foot at your body. Things are not going the way I planned - its as if you already read my mind, and know my plans. I need to find a way to turn the tables. I cannot have another prison experience with you here...

DREAM BREAKER:

"There we are. "I knew you would come back soon!" I laugh as I see you struggling, trying to fight free from my hold. "Max, you should know I only get hornier when guys are struggling. And I always get what I want. I lean backward to get some distance from you, just enough to snap a grab of your ankles that I lift up, spreading your legs wide open. "I am sure you know what will happen next," I smirk as I stomp my foot between your legs, hammering it into your exposed balls.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I scream and buck, arching and lifting my ass, trying to break my legs free from your grip. "Get the fuck away from me. I am going to make you pay for what you put me through. You will end up like your fucking black bitch." I try to pull my ankle, but nothing. I sit up, and try to reach between your legs, to grab your bulge. But in vain.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What? What is it marine? Not so tough anymore?", a nasty grin on my face is just getting wider as I keep on stomping your trapped ball. "Relax man, you know I won´t destroy my source of income". I pull out my leg from your bulge and take a step away. "When you are ready and stop this stupid game we could talk about the business. You can make me richer voluntarily, or I can force you to do it”, your call.

My hand begins to stroke your cock with a possessive grip as my eyes scan its thick veins. “The mold I made in prison couldn’t replicate all these veins, which increase the user’s satisfaction,” I explain to you in my cold, calculating voice. "Maybe your cock wasn’t quite at full strength that night, but we can fix that today," I wink at you.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I look at you in anger, and with pain rushing through my whole being. "You will never have me help you. Not in any way..." As you pull back, away from me, I pull up onto my feet, and lunge at you. I strike you with a hard fist to your gut. But its like you are ready. It seems you also have been training, as if waiting for a moment like this when we meet again. I am stunned and pull back. I don't see what you are wearing under those clothes, but it must be some protective vest - my fist usually take out bigger men. "Fight fair, you fucking asshole. You want me as a partner... you gonna have to force me then."

DREAM BREAKER:

The rage and anger are written all over your face, which makes me smile. "You'll never change, will you?" I chuckle as I slowly peel my shirt off, revealing my bare chest, my pecs bouncing as if they were greeting you. “Partner? Did I ever say I wanted you as a partner? Your role would be more like a supplier, a producer, until I no longer need your services.” I see your eyes scanning my torso, every muscle of it. “You wanted a fair fight, so stop staring and start fighting,” I laugh tauntingly.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I pull my naked self up to my feet, and take a stance. "You are going to regret this." And before finishing my sentence, I rush at you, aiming a hard fist to your gut again. This time, you feel it as I land on your bricks. You may be taller than me, but I have defeated you before, in prison, and this will be a good flashback for you. As I land my fist on your gut, I switch footing, and push myself more into you, slamming my shoulder to your upper-abs and I start dragging you across your large office. Slamming you to the wall behind you, I notice a couple of solid wooden shelves shake over us, and something large falls off one of them... a dildo made of gold. My eyes go wide... "The fuck is that?"

DREAM BREAKER:

If I still had any doubts about my recovery, they vanish without a trace as my back slams against the wall and my body bends forward, making me groan. You stare in amazement at the golden prototype lying on the floor, bewildered as I straighten my body upright. “It’s the first cast mold of your cock, nearly perfect. That’s why it’s cast in gold,” I pause and watch your reaction. Your rage is plain to see. “But we can make it even more perfect by bringing out your thick veins. Users need to enjoy the extra sensation they deliver. I take advantage of your confusion and wrap my arms around your neck, pulling you against my body. A quick headbutt to your face, and I press your head between my pecs, jabbing my knee hard into your gut and pushing you backward. “You may have taken me down before, but things have changed!”

MUSCLEMARINE:

Taking advantage of my shocked state, you deliver a combination of hits that weaken me. I try to pull back but you got me right where you want me and pull me to you. Your knee connects with my gut, sending me down, groaning. "I will get you for this." As I look up and see you smiling. I try to headbutt you in the bulge, but you stop it. I am stunned even more. You have built up strength, speed and most of all intuition. Its like you are reading my mind.

DREAM BREAKER:

"You look so damn good where you are, where you belong: ON YOUR KNEES!", I laugh as I grab you by your hair and brush your face with my crotch. "Max, one thing you need to accept if you want to live a bit longer, is to recognize who is in charge here." I pull your head out of my groin and with the help of my free hand I unbutton my jeans and pull them down letting my hard cock to slap your face. "You know what to do, right? Show me your skills, make Alex happy and we talk about what will happen with you".

MUSCLEMARINE:

I look up at you, angry. I ball up a fist and strike up into your balls, hard. "My skills? I will remind you of what I can do." As I get up, jump and roundhouse kick you, sending you into the same wall behind you. I rush into you again, spearing you again... and before you can drop, I go down to one knee, slide my arm between your legs and strike up again, connecting my biceps to your balls. "You may be in charge, but you owe that to me." I get up and pull back, watching you fall down. I walk to your desk, and grab a nice looking sharp knife... more like a dagger. I play with it, flipping it from hand to hand. I cock my head to one side and look at you at my right now.

DREAM BREAKER:

I moan and fall down on my ass, hitting my back against the wall, afraid you just killed my nuts. I grab them in my palm and feel them still there, entire and firm. I lift my face up looking at you, listening to your threatening words. "Calm down, big guy; there's no reason to get nervous. I am sure you will like what I have planned for you," I hiss, still grabbing my aching balls. "Put that knife down. There's no need for that. "Little by little I stand up, leaning against the wall as I talk to you, trying to calm you down. I walk with cocky steps in front of you and snap a grab of your wrist as I look at your eyes and kick off my jeans off, finally letting them fall to the floor. “Max, I’m sure we can work something out,” I say with my most seductive smile as I rest my hand on your shoulder.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I suddenly grab your hand on my shoulder, and twist it, bending your arm, and spinning you around. I bring you to me, your back to my chest, and wrap my arm around you tightly. I grab your head and move it to make you look at the shelf on the wall, with all the merchandise prototypes and the trophies... "These all... mine? You enjoyed making millions out of me, while you thought I rotted in prison?" I reach down with my other hand, after laying the knife on the table in front of you... and grab your cock. I stroke it, making it hard, and sliding it on the top of the desk. "Tell me, Alex, you remember how my cock feels... inside you?" As I move slowly my hips and rub my bulge at your ass...

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel that familiar sensation as your massive cock rubs against my thick ass cheeks. "Yes, they are all yours, but Max, calm down—none of them are as good as the real thing," I moan, pressing my ass cheeks tighter against your crotch as I feel the head of your cock slowly but surely pushing deep into the crevice between my buttocks. My cock twitches under your palm as it’s pressed against the table. “Just admit it, Max, only I know how to take you all the way inside me,” I whisper, hoping that my small concession will calm you down.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I bend over you and whisper in your ear... "The last time I fucked you, I barely got it all the way in. You were whimpering and crying at the last two inches." I laugh behind you as I push my mound into your ass crack. "You think you can take it all now? Been practicing with that?" As I bend down and grab the golden dildo and place it in front of you on the desk. It looks daunting. "Grab it. Hold it tight... stroke it." I order you and you can feel the seriousness in my voice. On one side of the desk is the million dollar mold, on the other side lays the sharp dagger. And behind you, me, pushing my bulge into you and gyrating my hips, making you moan in the process, against your will.

DREAM BREAKER:

I moan loudly, partly due to the pain, partly due to the pleasure. I literally squirm around your cock, trying to keep my posture, not breaking without fighting back. I squeeze my buttocks and my outer ring, trying to slow you down, knowing deep inside me it's all futile, useless. My little trick to distract didn't work as I planned. "What the fuck is it you want, Max? Don't you see you are nothing without me. I can make you a rich man.. Max.. come on.. pull it out". I try to slide my hand closer to the dagger, hoping I can grab it without you noticing.

MUSCLEMARINE:

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. ME? Nothing without you?" I pull just a bit behind you, grab your pants and rip them off you, just enough to expose your ass. I slip my briefs under my balls, freeing the monster cock that is already hard and throbbing. "I think you got it all mixed up... YOU..." And I slam my cock into your tight hole - just a couple of inches at first. "YOU... ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME..." I push deeper into you another three or four inches, not caring if it hurts you or not. I love the way you scream. "You are here... and rich... because of me. I am the center of your world..." Both figuratively and physically now as I penetrate you deep.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your cock is breaking through my defense, entering just a few inches into my ass but enough to make me squirm even wilder. I can already feel some of those thick hard veins on your shaft that I failed to repeat in the dildo. And when you thrust it all in, I scream like a lion and roar until my voice breaks and I begin to sweat heavily. "Ok! Ok! YI admit it. Without you, I couldn't reach what I have reached. You made me rich, but there is so much more we could do. I could give you so much." As I see you focusing on my words and try to reach for the dagger as I hit my elbow into your ribs.

MUSCLEMARINE:

But your hit is weak - with my cock spearing its way into you, your elbow shots are not as powerful. The pain my cock is causing in your ass is intense and draining you. I laugh as I block your hit and shove your arm away. "Pathetic. You think I need you to make me rich? You've done a great job so far... building this empire. Now, its ripe for the taking... along with your manhood and all that you think makes you an alpha." As I grab the dagger and tauntingly trace its tip along your ribs, then chest, then down to your abs, pointing it at your hard cock that is resting on the desk now. I turn your head towards me as best I can to make you look at me smiling.

DREAM BREAKER:

I struggle the best I can trying to get free from your tight grip. There’s a clear conflict in my mind—I want your cock out of my ass, but at the same time, I love the feeling it gives me. And to top it all off, feeling that blade running across my body is causing a reaction in me that only makes my shame and embarrassment greater; my cock grows rock-hard, throbbing wildly under your palm. I feel my balls rising in my sack as I am about to shoot my load. “Let me go,” I spit in your face.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I laugh in your face... "Let you go? Is that why your ass is clamping so tight around my shaft?" I push you down onto the desk, bend you over, and in one brutal hard push, I shove the remaining inches of my cock deep inside you... and this time, all the way to the balls. You have never felt it all inside you like this and it makes me laugh the way your legs are now lifting off the floor, shaking as your ass trembles around my shaft, quivering. I smack it hard. "Remember that prison cell? That first night we met? Am gonna take you back to that and show you who the real top dawg is." I keep my cock deep in you, flex it inside you and move my hips, gyrating, making you feel its full girth, length and hardness. "Moan for me, bitch."

DREAM BREAKER:

My mouth falls open as I try to scream, but the pain and desire muffle my voice into a hoarse moan. No one—not a single dildo or man—has ever been this deep inside me. My legs kick frantically at the air, my body trembling as I’m tossed about by conflicting sensations. I can’t think clearly anymore as I feel your balls slapping rhythmically against my buttocks. I try to scratch the wooden surface of the table and wriggle away from your cock. But it’s all in vain. I’m nailed to my own table by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I begin to accept the fact: the cock that made me famous and took me to the top is ultimately driving me to my ruin, once and for all. "Please Max.. I beg you!"

MUSCLEMARINE:

"BEG ME? Big macho tycoon like you? Begging?" As I plow through you, slamming you to the desk harder and harder. Your cock shaft rubbing and chaffing on the wood of the desk. I grab you by your hair and pull your torso up, exposing your chest. Flicking the dagger close to your face, threateningly, I laugh as I stab it into the desk, right next to your stretched out cock, and I hear you gasp. The blade sticking up straight. One swift move to one side, and it can cut your cock. "Take care..." I laugh as I continue fucking you brutally, roughly, making your whole body shake.

DREAM BREAKER:

A hoarse groan escapes my lips as you bend my back all the way backward. I feel something tearing deep inside me as the narrow canal fills with my blood. I’m in deep shit, but my brain is frantically trying to find some way out of this situation before you go too far. My attempts to find a solution are quickly cut short, however, when you jab the dagger right next to the base of my cock. My cock reacts to the sudden threat in the most embarrassing way possible, becoming aroused by the imminent danger and squirting a generous puddle of precum onto the table. My heart is pounding from the danger and the simultaneous arousal, the likes of which I have never felt before. I bend my arms backward, clinging to your buttocks, but I’m not sure if I should pull you away or push you tighter against me.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I bring my face next to yours, and whisper in your ear now as I fuck you, knowing that you are drowning in a sort of ecstasy... "Your next move, is to sign off the deeds to all that you built to me. Since technically, it is a replica of my cock... I own all this." Wrapping my arm around your waist tight, I hug you from one side, while my other arm wraps higher at your chest. I suddenly slide my legs between yours and spread your thighs wide open, almost lifted off the floor and hanging a couple of inches in the air, as I continue coring you out.

DREAM BREAKER:

I try to answer you as I grit my teeth in pain, “Sign off on the deeds? What do you mean? Hand over to you everything I’ve built from scratch? Are you crazy?” But I know that’s what you are dead serious as I feel your cock thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, tearing apart everything it finds in its path. “Can’t we negotiate this?” I moan in pain.

MUSCLEMARINE:

"Did you negotiate with me when you tied me up, raped me, and took what you wanted? And then left me to the wolves... in that prison utility room. Did you?" As I slam into you harder now, feeling your ass giggle, no longer hard and tightly flexed. I grab your thighs and lift them up on both sides, in a split, on the desk, pushing your cock flatter now on top of it, closer to the dagger still sticking up vertically, shining sharp. "Well? Did you?" As I fuck you with slow but punchy strokes - pulling out very slowly, almost like grating and ripping your insides out, and then slamming back in violently and brutally.

DREAM BREAKER:

I never thought I’d be able to do the splits, but now you’re leaving me no other choice when you lift them wide open. I scream hoarsely as your cock ravages my insides in my bleeding tunnel. "You’re right… but can’t we make a deal, 30/70? What do you say?" I try to get you to loosen your grip on me. My eyes fix on the dagger stuck in the table, and I’m afraid you’ll use it at any moment. But at the same time, I notice a heavy paperweight, a bronze horse’s head, within my reach. I quickly grab it in my hand and swing my arm backward, trying to crush your ribs with the heavy object. “Business is mine! Only mine!”

MUSCLEMARINE:

As the paperweight connects with my ribs, I scream. Although the hit is not precise nor strong, it is enough to make me pull out of you and step back, grabbing your hand along and tugging it backwards. I tear the paperweight from your hand, looking at it. "What a joke. A horse? You really obsessed..." Referring to you wanting every thing big and hung. I laugh and using the heavy object in my hand, I return the favor, slamming it to your side, cracking a couple of ribs. "This is what you wanted to do? This is perfect... So you can bend more." As I keep my other hand at your back, keeping you on the desk, legs spread wide open in a split, cock pinned to the wood top, and now, you bending in pain to one side. I throw the paperweight across the office and step back closer to you.

DREAM BREAKER:

The dry, cracking sound tells us that a few of my ribs just snapped, making me scream and groan louder. "Fucking hell, damn! This didn't go at all as I planned. I just made it worse", I think to myself, listening to your threatening words. I just managed to make you angrier. I try desperately to think of a way to get out of this before you go too far, before it's too late. "Max, ok ok.. you win. What do you want exactly? 50/50?", my voice is breaking.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I grab you by the neck, keeping you on the desk in that stretched pinned position. Reaching out a bit further on the table, I grab some papers... the deeds... I grab a pen, and strike out your name on them and write my name. Then hand you the pen. "Sign. Or you will sing..." I smile at you, as I lift myself up a bit on my tip toes, and bring my cock resting on the desk, perpendicular to your, my head poking your head. I can see your eyes glued to my all-wet monster shaft in front of you, covered in cum, blood and your juices.

DREAM BREAKER:

"But that would mean to give all the assets to you, man. You would have the entire business in your name. How about 60/40.. for your benefit, of course?" I try to convince you, talking some time to find another way out of this all. But something tells me you are not into negotiating.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I grab the back of your neck and bend you more, towards your cock on the desk. "Look at that..." Pointing to your cock. "Look at this..." Pointing then to mine. "Who is the real alpha here? Whose cock made these millions?" I chuckle. "Certainly not that thing you claim a cock. You hit the jackpot the first time we met in that cell and I fucked you. You enjoyed it. Your world was completely changed..." I push the paper closer to you. "And now, you pay me for what I gave you. You change my world."

DREAM BREAKER:

I stare at your cock next to mine. I am not precisely a small guy myself with my 9 inch cock, but next to yours, it looks like a kid's willy. My eyes follow inch by inch of your thick cock, those veins circling around it and swallow. I know you are right; cocks like yours are seldom to find. "Max, be realistic. You can use my skills to sell the product. You need me still", I keep on trying to convince you. "10/90?, Please could you consider that?"

MUSCLEMARINE:

"HAHAHAHAHA. You think I need you?" I lay my hand on your cock, stroke it gently now. I hear you moan. "SIGN" I raise my voice so loud, it makes almost the walls shake. You can sense I am no longer joking, and my patience is running out. I push roll your cock slightly towards the dagger... threateningly. "Sign the papers. You will still have your place in this empire. But there is a new Alpha around."

DREAM BREAKER:

My cock is right next to the dagger, and I can’t help but wonder if you’re doing this on purpose or if it’s just a coincidence. I swallow hard as I listen to your words, which show no sign of letting up. “A new alpha?” I ask in a broken voice, even though I know exactly what you mean. I take the pen in my trembling hand. “You’ll let me go if I sign, won’t you, Max?”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I smile at you, keeping your cock with one hand right next to the dagger, and the other still at your neck, keeping you steady on the desk. "Sign." Is all I say to you.

DREAM BREAKER:

I look at your eyes, then the dagger on the base of my throbbing cock. "Why the hell does this make me so horny!!" I keep thinking as I take a tighter hold of the pen and place it on the document. Still hesitating, I turn to look at you. "Max, can't we talk about this?"

MUSCLEMARINE:

Without a word, I push your cock to the dagger, connecting them together. I stare at you deep in the eyes... and smile with closer lips. You know deep down its not going to change.

DREAM BREAKER:

You don't need to answer; I got it without any words as the sharp blade of the dagger bites into my skin. My hand is shaking and my cock is throbbing as I start to sign the document. Due to the tension my nerves fail as I sign the damn document. I completely lose control as my cock starts throbbing wildly, rising defiantly against the blade and finally erupting like a bursting dam, spewing my thick white cum onto the table hands-free, without touching it at all. My cum also splatters onto the document as I shift my gaze to you. “Max, can I go now?” I ask in a trembling voice as my cock still drips its last few drops.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I pull the papers right in the nick of time, getting just a couple of drops on them. I laugh, laying them down further away on the desk. I turn to you, look you straight in the eyes. "Go? Go where?" I keep a hand at your neck, making sure you are not going anywhere... And with my other hand, I grab the dagger and working it like a paper guillotine, I bend it to one side, towards your cock, slicing it at the base. The dagger is really sharp and makes a clean precise cut, chopping off your tool that has suddenly become limp after spewing its load. I let go of you, falling off the desk, in pain, wailing and grabbing your bleeding crotch.

Meanwhile, I look around for something in the office and notice on a side table a little vial with a clear liquid - this is exactly what I need now. As I grab it and turn to you, I read on the label that it is, as expected, the product you use for taxidermy... and it can work great for cauterizing momentarily that wound.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your hand holding the dagger makes a fast move, so fast I can hardly register the movement. I hear a sound when something falls down on the table, and when I see it's my cock, severed from my body, comes the pain. It's a pain I have never felt before, burning, deep, making me scream and cry with the bottom of my lungs when I fall down to the floor, squirming and writhing, trying to cut the blood running out from the wound in my crotch.

You pour something into the bleeding hole in my groin, cauterizing the wound for a moment. But that doesn't stop me from screaming and crying. "WHY WHY... WHY YOU DID THIS... HELP... SOMEONE HELP ME". I crawl toward the door in a panic, trying to ease my pain and, if possible, escape or call security for help.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I walk up to the cabinet behind your desk where all the products you have created and marketed are, open it and rummage through it, looking for something. Finding it, I laugh and walk back to you, unboxing it. Its a strap-on you have created of my cock, for ladies to wear with there curious and experimental husbands. I slam a foot on your chest to keep you down, pinned, and squatting over you, I slip the strap-on around your waist and fasten it at your crotch. "There, you got your cock back, good as new." I laugh. "You always wished you could have my cock. Now, you do." I then proceed to turn you around, exposing your ass upwards. I grab the golden dildo from the desk, next to the blood covered dagger, and in one swift move, I shove it into your gaping ass. "There. All plugged, nice and tight." I slap your butt as I get up, leaving you on the floor squirming.

DREAM BREAKER:

The golden dildo was never meant to use as dildo. It breaks my insides even more leaving me completely weak, helpless, devastated until my lights go off.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I grab your phone on the desk and dial for the medics. And pressing the emergency button installed on the underside of your desk, I sound the alarm in the building before walking out, in my naked glory. "I'll be seeing you soon..." I turn my head, looking at you as you bawl on the floor.

Published: 2026-05-11, viewed 99 times.