THE HIGH TABLE

THE STEPHEN:

When a man mows down his opponents like grass—humiliating, crippling, or even eliminating them for good—it’s only a matter of time before someone seeks revenge. And if several aggrieved parties join forces, the threat of revenge becomes even more serious. In these situations, people often turn to a professional who will eliminate the target quickly, regardless of the means, and with certainty. That’s when THE STEPHEN is hired. My target is a former soldier. A rough, cruel, and brutal man who destroys his opponents, dislocates their limbs, rapes them, and often kills them despite their pleas. The man moves quickly, and it was difficult to track him at first, until I realized that by following another man—a large, muscular figure who was hovering around him—I could quickly find my way to my target.

By changing my tactics, I manage to track the man down and get him in my sights several times, but each time the muscle-bound man intervenes at the last moment and thwarts my plans. I’ll probably have to eliminate him as a little bonus to complete the mission with honor.

The bearded soldier is once again in my sights. My finger on the trigger moves slowly as the red dot of the laser sight remains steady on the man’s forehead. Soon it will all be over, and the world will be one devil lighter. My cock stiffens at the mere thought as I anticipate the sight of a neat hole appearing in the man’s head and him falling dead to the ground. I don’t know why, but that’s how it always is for me. I love my job.

My finger curls and the trigger slowly depresses beneath it, ready to send a small lead bullet on its deadly journey, when out of nowhere, a bundle of muscle steps into the room, stares at my target, and pushes him out of my field of vision. He looks straight at me. “Shit! Did he see me? I gather my things and run down the fire escape to get the hell out of there.

DREAM BREAKER:

I shove my boyfriend aside and he falls onto the couch, chuckling, and watches me in confusion as I rush out of the apartment. He must have assumed I wanted something completely different. The red laser sight had come from the building across the street. As I climb the fire escape, a man dressed in black commando gear rushes down the stairs and stops in front of me when he spots me. We stare at each other for a moment until he turns around and starts climbing the stairs, trying to escape. “Where the fuck are you rushing off to? I think we’ve got a little chat to have!” I yell after him and set off to follow him. The man steps into an empty, enormous hall as I follow right on his heels. “Stop, there’s no way out,” my voice is calm, low, almost emotionless.

THE STEPHEN:

"We can have all the chats you want once you and that guy are rotten meat"

DREAM BREAKER:

"Me and that guy? What do you mean? Why you want to eliminate us?"

THE STEPHEN:

I laugh and spit onto the floor. "Us? So you admit it. You know perfectly what I am talking about. You and your weak boyfriend, what is his name.. "

DREAM BREAKER:

"DON´T EVEN PRONOUNCE HIS NAME OR YOU ARE A DEAD MAN", I shout and without a warning spin around aiming a high roundhouse kick into your chest sending your body reeling back until you hit the column behind you.

THE STEPHEN:

You cut my sentence, sending me hard against the column. I catch you by your ankle trying to twist it and eventually break it.

DREAM BREAKER:

I get what you're up to right away. Using your firm grip on my ankle as leverage, I'll use it as a springboard to swing my massive body around, slamming my free leg between your thighs in an attempt to crush your bulge.

THE STEPHEN:

When I see your foot coming, it is too late to dodge it. I try to close my thighs but your foot has landed already on the target. Hard. I fall down on one knee rubbing my aching groin. "That was a stupid thing to do. You just got me angrier. I will kill you first and send your nuts to your pussy boyfriend"

DREAM BREAKER:

“Really? I get the feeling you don’t even believe half of that bullshit yourself.” As you try to get up from the ground I snap grab you by your hair and send my knee into your face. "Perhaps I will send your nuts to him", I laugh.

THE STEPHEN:

I reach for your knee with both of my hands, trying to block it, but you are stronger, and with the help of the momentum, your knee hits my face, breaking my nose. With the taste of blood and adrenaline, I land on my back but first roll away until I stop far enough from you. "You might be big and muscular but I have taken bigger guys down before. The bigger they are, the harder they fall." I get up fast, trying to pretend your attack didn't harm me at all. Taking a fighting stance I jump on you aiming my fist into your throat while my knee lands on your ripped abs.

DREAM BREAKER:

I easily dodge the blow aimed at my throat, but I take your knee with my flexed abs, which causes me to lean forward slightly and pushes my body backward. It’s clear that you have combat experience; you might be a former soldier or cop. I learned a fun capoeira move from a handsome Brazilian dance instructor: I spin like an ice skater doing a pirouette, my foot striking your knee to the side first, unbalancing you, after which I change direction as the kick lands this time on your falling temple, throwing you in an arc onto the hard floor.

THE STEPHEN:

When I saw you spinning in front of me, I was prepared to receive a roundhouse kick into my chest. But instead you aimed lower, much lower, and before I had time to react, your foot hit the side of my kneecap, making me fold. If the first kick took me by surprise, the second one hit me squarely as my guard was down, striking me hard on the temple. I am dazed, my vision is blurry, and I barely can focus on my thoughts. You might be just too big bite to chew.

But I have my pride. If I lose this, I lose it fighting until the end. My hand reaches for the knife on my thigh. I pull it out of its sheath and raise my arm. The sharp blade glints in the dimly lit room as a cruel smile spreads across my face. "I'll slaughter you like a sacrificial calf after I've castrated you first." I can see the look of surprise on your face as I suddenly spring to my feet and, before you have a chance to react, lunge toward you. My knee rises to strike your groin just as the blade in my hand is already on its way toward your side.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes widen in surprise at your sudden lunge when I see the large knife in your hand. I grab the wrist of your knife-wielding hand, bending it away from me as your knee slams hard between my legs. My mouth snaps open, letting out a pained yelp as I lose my grip on your wrist, buckling forward from the impact of your knee. I drop down onto one knee, trying to regain my grip on the hand holding the knife and striking your lower abs with my free hand using all my strength.

THE STEPHEN:

There is nothing as hot as to see a big guy screaming in pain and coming stumbling down, helpless and overwhelmed by unbearable pain, which almost completely destroys his ability to fight, at least for a moment, leaving him vulnerable. Your punch is weak and barely affects me at all as I lift the blade and aim it into the base of your neck, into your cervical lymph nodes. One stab is all I need, and the game would be over for you. My cock stirs and grows hard in my pants seeing the expression of horror on your face. "Greetings to hell".

DREAM BREAKER:

Your bulge is growing fast in front of my eyes, and I can now see clearly the outline of your hard cock through the tented fabric of your pants. I lift my arm and grab a tight hold of your approaching arm, trying to push it away from my body as I send another punch, this time aiming for your exposed balls. The blade makes a nasty cut on my shoulder, but luckily it's not too deep. You fold due to the impact on your balls, allowing me to focus on your hand holding the knife. I bend and twist your wrist until you drop the knife as I hit my forehead against your abs. I get up as fast as possible and grab you by your head, hitting my knee into your face as I take a step backward, kicking the knife away from your reach.

THE STEPHEN:

I land on my back against the concrete floor with a loud thud, watching how you get up and walk closer to me. My nose is bleeding badly and my head is humming. Your footsteps are still unsteady after the blow to your balls, which gives me the urge to destroy them once and for all. I pretend I’m about to lose consciousness, letting you come closer, and when you’re finally right at my feet, I lift my leg and strike the sole of my boot with all my might against your groin, hoping the impact will crack your balls for good.

DREAM BREAKER:

"You might have hit my balls good once, but don't think you will do it twice!" I lean and reach for your approaching leg, snapping a grab of your ankle and spreading your leg wide open. "I guess you know what will happen now", I laugh and stomp my foot into your bulge, grinding my heel against your balls with almost all my weight. Love to hear your screams that echo in the empty hall.

THE STEPHEN:

I try to swing my free leg at your abs, but your boot is faster and lands a bull's-eye with such force that I'm not sure my balls survived it. Writhing in pain on the ground, I try to pull my leg free, but your grip is too tight. "Let go of me or I'll kill you!"

DREAM BREAKER:

“Kill me? It’s not the first time I hear someone saying that, and let me tell you, it didn’t end too well for him." I block your poor attempt to kick me with your free leg and wrap my hand around your ankle, spreading your legs wide apart. "Thank you for offering me a free entrance", I chuckle as I stomp my boot into your now exposed bulge. Hard.

I don't give a shit about your screams and groans as you writhe and squirm on the ground each time my boot hits your fragile masculine orbs. I don’t count them, but probably after the tenth or eleventh kick, I feel something snap under the sole of my foot, and your eyes roll back in your head. You stop writhing and lie completely still. I release your leg and walk over to your waist, crouching down.

THE STEPHEN:

What the fuck is happening in my groin? My balls are close to getting ruined, but my cock is getting harder and harder. I am not losing my consciousness, but it's not far from that. I feel you close; I can feel your warm body next to mine. Has my end come? This is it?

DREAM BREAKER:

Unbuckling your pants, I pull them down to see the damage. Your nuts, well, what is left of them, seem to have turned into mushy pulp in the bottom of your bruised sack. I smirk and take a firm hold of your hips, rolling you on your stomach, and pull down my own pants below my knees as I mount you. My hard cock seems to know the right path to lust sliding into the crack between your ass cheeks. With a violent thrust of my hips, my cock enters deep into your tight canal slowly, inch by inch, until my thick heavy balls are pressed against your ass cheeks. I am not going to enjoy this. No. I just want to mark you, rape that soldier in you, and snap his soul.

THE STEPHEN:

My screams are echoing on the hard, dirty floor each time you force your cock harder and harder into my virgin ass, breaking and tearing my delicate insides. You are like a predator who is consuming his prey without caring about the destruction each of your thrusts causes. I feel your thick cock swelling wider until you sink your teeth into my shoulder and your body tenses up rigidly on top of me.

DREAM BREAKER:

The more you try to fight back and clench your tight opening shut, the more violently my cock drills deep inside you, tearing through your soft tissues as it goes. Eventually, your resistance breaks and your body slumps limply against the floor, accepting the reality and submitting completely to my throbbing cock. After a couple of minutes of my ever-accelerating thrusts, my body tenses into an arch.

I pull almost my entire cock out of your hole, leaving only the head inside you, as I thrust my hips forward one last time. My cock penetrates deeper than ever as it spews white lava like a volcano, quickly filling your narrow, blood-soaked tunnel.

THE STEPHEN:

I don't know if it's the pain or the humiliation that makes me cry out loud. My body is trembling and shaking as I feel you breeding my sniper ass. "I will get you and your pussy boyfriend and make you pay dearly for this."

DREAM BREAKER:

I collapse on top of you and let time pass, letting even my last seed seep into your ass until I slowly pull myself out of your hole and rise to my knees. “Your story is over,” my voice is almost a whisper as I grab you by the head, bending it back at an uncomfortable angle.

Your face is calm, but your eyes tell me you know what’s about to happen. A quick movement of my hands, snapping your head sharply to the left and then immediately back to the right.

THE STEPHEN:

"NOOO..."

DREAM BREAKER:

A dry cracking sound echoes through the silent hall as your neck snaps. Your body jerks once and lies motionless on the ground. I stand up and pull my pants back up. I rummage through your pockets, trying to find information on who sent you, who is behind all this. I find only a cardboard card with the text: Sniper 2, along with the target’s name and photo. “Sniper 2? Are there two of them?” I ask myself as I head back home.

"Where did you go? The food is almost ready!", my guy asks me without taking his eyes off the steak sizzling in the frying pan. I mumble something about stopping by the kiosk and taking a shower before dinner. I wash up and disinfect the cut on my shoulder. After cleaning it, I see that it’s just a scratch. Easy to explain.

I slip on a clean pair of jeans and a white shirt, take one last look in the mirror, and a broad smile spreads across my face as I step into the living room. He’s standing there in front of me, grinning, with a smear of his famous Dutch sauce on his cheek.

My smile widens until suddenly I turn pale and a worried, startled expression appears on my face as I see a small red dot wandering across his chest. I don’t think twice but jump in front of him just as I hear the window in front of me shatter. They say that when a person dies, they see their whole life flash before their eyes like a movie. I can tell you that’s a lie. I see his bewildered, handsome face for a second as a cold, icy hand pulls me into the darkness.

Published: 2026-05-20, viewed 93 times.