THE HIGH TABLE

THE 25TH BODYBUILDER : ETIENNE DREAMS

Etienne Moreau

Make sure one last time that the cushions are properly placed on the armchair... Check that there is no more dust on the shelves... I want everything to be perfect... That’s why I’m successful. Of course, I am near the Arnold Schwarzenegger Center, and it helps me to attract my clientele. But the accommodation I am talking about is unique, the only one of its kind I think.

I offer bodybuilders from all over the world to stay at my place for the different competitions that take place in this city. Why my home? Because everything is designed for them. I offer them a training room, relaxing music. My diploma as a sports coach and nutritionist allows me to support them as best I can towards success.

Last year, all my clients got a ticket for Mr. Olympia. Each of them reigns supreme in the hallway leading to the apartment. This is my Hall of Fame. The rest of the apartment is designed for them. I made the choice to live there too, to truly put myself at their service.

I really wanted to be in their shoes. My lifelong dream would have been to participate like them in an international competition. But I’ve never gone beyond the regional level. And besides, age doesn’t help... At over 50 years old, it is difficult to keep an athletic body and continue the competition.

So, I decided to dedicate my life to the athletes I couldn’t be. Sometimes, I have the pleasure of discovering that they are not insensitive to my charms. But never about sex before a competition... It’s bad for your appearance... But then... But that’s another story.

Two hours of cleaning for my new tenant. Since I have many requests, I can afford to choose them. And I must admit that it is the physical criteria that largely condition my choice. I go to the shower and the pleasure of the water on my body after this time 'effort makes me feel great. Just the time to change. I go into the living room. While I’m putting the lid of my Thai pot back on properly, I hear "Fuck! It’s him!"

Dream Breaker

I had been aiming for this for years, training, working out, and mentally preparing myself. This year, I would be competing in the Mr. Olympia competition for the first time. Luck seemed to be on my side, as competitors from the previous year who would have had a good chance of placing in the competition surprisingly did not sign up.

They seemed to have just vanished into thin air. On top of everything, I found accommodation that fit my budget perfectly right next to the Arnold Schwarzenegger Center. This competition was meaningful to me anyway, as I was about to turn 34 and my chances of success were starting to run out; time was running out.

From the outside, the building looked better than I had imagined from the website. It was remarkable that I could get such luxurious accommodations for the price of a hostel. The owner must have been a great admirer and supporter of bodybuilding. I pressed the doorbell button next to the ornate door, embedded in a steel casing, and waited until I heard footsteps approaching from inside.

I cleared my throat as the door opened and saw a handsome, charming man standing before me with a friendly, broad smile on his face. “Hi, you must be Mr. Moreau. I’m Alex. Alex Cava,” I flashed a wide smile at the man in front of me.

Etienne Moreau

When the door opens, I guess you first before seeing you completely. This red t-shirt and these tight jeans are the first things I see from you. When the door is wide open, I can finally admire you completely. I think I know a lot about bodybuilders, but I’ve rarely seen one as massive as you. Your nipples are visible under your t-shirt; your swelling seems so big...

I swallow slowly, so happy to have a host like you. I smile at you while trying to adjust my sweater so that it highlights my body, even if it’s not as perfect as yours." Welcome, Alex..." I’ll stop for a few moments while the saliva drips down my throat. " If you don’t mind, I’ll call you Alex. My name is Etienne, I’ll show you into the apartment and explain how it is composed. Here, everything is done so that you are as well prepared as possible for this competition. You must have read the description. I will be your host. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll show you to your room; the gym is open 24/7."

I walk past you to show you the way and accidentally drop the key to your room. I turn around and bend down trying to make sure that you have the best view of my muscular ass.

Dream Breaker

While the place looked good from the outside, the real surprise was inside. The gym was spacious enough even for the larger men and surprisingly well-equipped. In every other respect, the facilities were first-class, better than in many highly rated hotels I had visited.

I wondered how Etienne had managed to acquire all this and maintain such high standards at the low rates he charged for lodging. Maybe he was just wealthy, having inherited a large sum of money at some point, and wanted to use his own resources to help bodybuilders just starting out in their careers.

“That works out perfectly; you can call me Alex, of course, Etienne,” I chuckled warmly and placed my hand on your shoulder, feeling your body tremble a bit, making you drop the key on the floor. “It’s really gorgeous in here; I can’t wait to see my room.” I can’t help but stare at your rather muscular buttocks as you pick up the key from the floor. Something stirs in my pants, and I have to cover my bulge a little.

I try to keep a straight face, though, as you stand up and point the way forward. "Are all the rooms booked? I could believe so, given the upcoming competition" I try to take my mind off your ass with small talk.

Etienne Moreau

When I get up, I see your two hands resting on your bulge. If I could describe everything that is happening in my mind at that moment... No... It can’t start over like before... Why are all these guys who rent me a room trying to tease me like that?

My mind is starting to become obsessed with your body, and I think I can see a kind of turmoil in your eyes. My heart is racing. Why do I attract men so much? Why do they all want me? I feel the trouble gaining me, once again...

The last time I had a visitor, I had already felt that way... And the time before too... In fact, almost since I opened this place. But I have to focus on welcoming people. I must continue the visit and not yield to temptation even if it is particularly attractive.

I swallowed again and answered your question, "There’s only you. I choose to have only one host at a time. This allows me to take care of her preparation as best I can and to be totally at her service. Your room is there. Opposite you have mine and the last door is ... " I stop, look at you with a smile, looking a little annoyed... "the one of secrets..." I take a short break and say in a teasing manner ".... unmentionable...." before exploding with laughter as I open the door to your room so you can settle in.

Dream Breaker

If anything, I'm even more baffled that you've booked the whole place just for me. “How on earth can the old man keep this place running on just the small amount of money he charges for lodging?” The question lingers in my mind until we stop at the door to my room and my train of thought is interrupted.

“The Room of Secrets? The Unmentionable One?” I’ve been interested in secrets ever since I was a child, and this time is no exception, but I do my best not to show you my piqued curiosity as I step inside my room. A cozy bedroom with a large, comfortable-looking bed with black silk sheets.

I sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread wide open as I look at you approvingly. “The room is truly amazing; I never would have expected this. Thank you, Etienne,” I wink at you. “The competitions don’t start until the day after tomorrow, so if it’s okay with you, I’d like to practice a little before then. Is there a shower in the gym too?” I ask matter-of-factly, even though my thoughts are swirling around the room of secrets. What could be in there?

Etienne Moreau

I see you sitting on your bed and for a few moments, my eyes remain glued to your crotch. I can’t help but be sure you like me. I see it in your eyes, I see it in your gestures, I see it in your breathing. You seem to be looking for something in your mind. I’m sure you’re imagining us both naked in this bed. Why can’t any man here resist me? Why do so many men envy my body?

I look at you and think to myself that I’m still lucky to be so desirable. You’re part of this category of guys that I like. There have been many of them, but you, I know you’ll be the one. You’re stepping out of your silence to tell me that you’re going to go train. My dick twitches when I imagine this show.

Knowing that you are going to shower after this session makes me even more joyful. I smile at you and with a very pleasant tone, I confirm that the gym is equipped with a private shower. "You have everything you need here, Alex. My motto is to give everything to please my hosts." Then I stop and say to you with a smile: "Do you remember where the gym is or do you need me to take you there?"

Dream Breaker

Your expression changes in a strange way, and I sense a certain tension in the air. “Is it because I asked about the Room of Secrets, or does the man in front of me want me to fuck him hard?” I wonder to myself as I look back into your eyes and flash you a wide smile. "It would be nice if you could show me the gym and the equipment in there. And if you want, maybe we could work out together if you’re not too busy."

I get up from the bed and slip my T-shirt off, tossing it over the back of a chair. It eventually falls to the floor, but I don’t go to pick it up; instead, I pull my tight jeans off my legs and stand in front of you in my white briefs, dropping my jeans onto the bed. “I’ll just go change into something more appropriate.”

Etienne Moreau

Every time you smile at me, I have the certainty that my impression is good. You’re crazy about me! I’m sure of it now, all your gestures betray you. You’re suggesting that I go train with you. A smile lights up my face, and I already imagine your body in full effort in front of mine. Without any modesty, you start to undress.

I have trouble not feeling my jaw fall off so beautifully you are well-endowed. Your chest is like that of Hercules and when you take off your pants, I discover impressive thighs. I can’t help but say with a smile "If you take a scissors opponent with your thighs, you can break his ribs".

But it is above all your bulging that arouses my admiration. I try not to lose control and especially since you can’t see that my crotch is getting bigger by the eye." It would be a pleasure for me to answer your invitation. You don’t mind if I do what you do." And without waiting for the answer, I undress and find myself facing you in my black underwear.

Dream Breaker

A wide grin is drawn on my face as I see you standing there in those black briefs that are showing a markable bulge between your legs. I could sware you have a boner But then again, that wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. I’ve often seen men’s cocks get hard when they look at my body, and I dare say that most of us bodybuilders enjoy the reaction we provoke.

I take off my underwear in front of you and walk over to my bag, my heavy cock swinging from side to side between my legs. I dig out a pair of tight red compression shorts and return to stand before you. “I don’t want to take up your valuable work time, but if it’s okay with you, it would be nice to work out with you. If you’re ready, just show me the way.” As I speak, my gaze drifts down your body, stopping to stare at your bulge.

Etienne Moreau

I remain amazed when I see you moving... all your muscles are in motion... Your bulge is huge and honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a bulge so full. I see you putting on compression shorts that highlight every muscle in your butt.

"My equipment is at the gym. If it doesn’t shock you that I’m going in this outfit". I come out of the room hoping you’ll follow me to lead you into the gym. It is quite spacious and an entire wall is covered with mirrors while a large bay window offers a breathtaking view of the hall used for bodybuilding shows. All the necessary equipment for training champions is present. At the bottom, there is a combat ring a little away.

Dream Breaker

I can't help but stare at your butt as you walk in front of me, leading us to the gym, which is better equipped than I expected. "Damn, they've got every piece of equipment you could hope for here." I look around and see a boxing ring at the back of the gym. “If you only take one resident at a time, who will they fight in the ring? You?”

I turn to look at your face quizzically.

Etienne Moreau

I just have time to put on my black shorts so you can start asking me questions in the ring." It’s funny that you’re asking me questions about this. Most of the guys who come here don’t even look at him, focused as they are on the cast iron." I’m taking a break... " But outside of the competition season, when I don’t have clients, I do fights from time to time. I did a lot of MMA when I was young, and I like to practice from time to time. But two days before a competition, it could leave marks on this magnificent body" I tell you with a smile and brushing my feverish hand against your pecs.

Dream Breaker

My body quivers at your unexpected touch, but I don’t move an inch; instead, I let you feel my solid pectoral muscles against your palm. Somehow, I get the feeling you’re challenging me to a fight. I glance at the ring again and turn my gaze back to you. “On the other hand, a good fight is just as effective a workout for the muscles as lifting weights,” I reply in a low voice as I place my palm on your shoulder.

“But are you sure it won’t be your body that ends up bruised?” I chuckle with a twinkle in my eye, adjusting my bulge as I smile at you.

Etienne Moreau

I see a kind of insurance when I joke about the devastating effects of fighting before a competition. I’m not totally focused on your answer and much more on this body. All your movements reinforce me in the certainty that you are crazy about me.

As I see you, you are clearly flirting with me, and I know very well that a fight is not the kind of close combat I want to have with you. I tremble slightly when you put your hand on my shoulder. "Trust me, Alex, a fight before a competition is not an option! It’s against my ethics! All the guys who come by here leave with a prize and I want your winning photo to be added to my collection! Go practice rather than waste your energy talking."

Dream Breaker

I listen to your words and know you are right. Just a small mistake from my part could leave a nasty bruise on my skin no tan in the world could hide. "You are right Etienne, Thanks for reminding me about the facts. So, all of those other guys who stayed with you won a prize? You must have been bringing luck to them. Did you do something special with them to make them win?" My eyes are scanning your face, trying to find out what it could be, what kind of secret training you did with them.

Etienne Moreau

I can sense in your eyes a kind of questioning about me... I arouse interest in you, and I know that this is another sign of the admiration you have for me. I look at you more sternly now. "Alex, you ask a lot of questions. Curiosity is a bad habit, as you know. If you want to win a prize too, start by working a little." I approach the bar and put a total weight of 250 kg. "Come on! Move my ass a little if you don’t want to get greasy like Turkish delight" I’m watching you lean in and start scratching the bar.

Dream Breaker

You seem to set the stakes high, but most probably you are right; I need to get sweating and work out these muscles, pumping them ready for the competition. I lift the heavy bar, making a series of 3 and taking a break. "Etienne, could you look at my back when I lift the bar again and tell me if my muscles are shown as they should when I lift the weights above my head? " I keep a short break and lift the bar again.

Etienne Moreau

You are splendid when you make that effort. Three times, you go up and down the bar and three times, your muscles contract. I see the sweat beads sliding along the hollows of your muscles. It’s one of the most beautiful shows I’ve been able to see since I welcomed athletes like you. You ask me to put myself behind you to watch your posture.

You raise the bar and the show is even more wonderful. What luck I have that a man as handsome as you is in love with me. I approach to correct one or two imperfections and I feel that my pelvis is inexorably drawn towards your rounded, muscular ass.

Dream Breaker

Suddenly, I feel closer to you than I ever imagined. Your stiff bulge is rubbing against my buttocks, but there’s nothing I can do about it while holding 250 kg above my head. My cock stiffens immediately in my tight shorts; luckily, you’re behind me and can’t see my embarrassing bulge. I lower the weight to the ground, leaning forward as my butt presses tighter against your bulge until I turn around and look deep into your eyes.

“I think I’m starting to understand what kind of workout the men before me got with you. But I’m not that kind of man.” I pause for a moment and look you in the eyes before suddenly grabbing a firm grip on your bulge and squeezing it tightly. “You’re a big, capable man, Etienne, but my opening is sacred,” I smile and release my grip on your bulge. “So, what do we do next?” I continue as if nothing had happened.

Etienne Moreau

As my bulge brushes up against your ass, I feel your body tense. You set the bar and I feel a kind of irritation in your eyes when you turn around. I step back a few centimeters trying to keep up. I smile in a somewhat forced way and tell you, "Come on, Alex! Don’t be such a prude. We’re in a locker room atmosphere... Just because my dick touches you doesn’t mean I want to fuck you... Besides, never fuck before a competition, you know the saying, unless it’s with one of the judges of the competition" and I burst out laughing to try to lighten the mood.

Dream Breaker

I laugh with you and playfully slap your cheeks with my wide palm. Right, man, I agree. I must be a bit tense before the competition. "I step back and try to act as normal as before. "Why don't you show me that hall of fame? Perhaps you could soon have my picture hanging from the wall", I add as I take a step back looking at you. "I am sure, Etienne, we will finally understand each other", I smile as I rub my bulge.

Etienne Moreau

I see that you seem to be relaxing. I feel a bit bad for making that bad joke, but seeing you caress your belly makes me realize that I haven’t lost any of my aura and charm. I’m taking you as you asked me to my "Wall of Glory". There are about ten photos of my former hosts who are posing with their prizes at the end of the competition." Some are famous, others less so but all of them did me the honor of their visit. I show it to all my guests and usually it brings them good luck."

Dream Breaker

I’m familiar with some of the men; I remember seeing their competition on video and how they ended up winning the prize. However, none of them gained much attention afterward—some even seemed to have disappeared from the scene after their victory.

My attention is also drawn to last year’s winner, who was supposed to participate this year as well. It was precisely because of his absence that I got a spot to participate in the competitions and this incredible accommodation. "Do you know what happened to John 'FLASH' Gordon? Why didn’t he participate this year? Was he supposed to stay with you again this year?" I turn my eyes from the pictures to your face.

Etienne Moreau

When I hear the name of this man, this John Gordon, I feel like the ground is slipping away from me and that an earthquake is happening in my apartment. Above all, show nothing, let nothing appear and make sure that I am always that smiling host.

How could I admit to you that he was here in your place a year ago? He was also crazy about me, like you. When he came to pick up his suitcase after the competition... it wasn’t the same anymore... He wasn’t the same.

The more I think about this story, the angrier I feel inside. I try to maintain my affable air by answering you, "He had to take a break... a year’s break... Family problems, I think... That’s what I read on social media... " And I’m trying to force you to leave this place, which makes me increasingly uncomfortable.

Dream Breaker

We continued down the hallway, but my thoughts kept circling back to Gordon. After all, he was an orphan and wasn’t even in a relationship with anyone. Something wasn’t right, but I followed you without asking any further questions. “What about that room of secrets? Is that dedicated to bodybuilding too?” I ask innocently, glancing at your face as if searching for a reaction on it.

Etienne Moreau

You start asking a lot of questions, way too many... Like this Gordon, like many others. I know very well that this is the way you want to show me that you are interested in me. I try to hide what I can, but you keep coming back and ask me questions about the Room of Secrets.

I look at you with a smile... " You know, Alex, I trust all my guests. I give them everything I can, but from time to time, I like my privacy. I share everything I have in this house with you except this room... it’s my secret garden, where I gather my most... unmentionable secrets" And I look at you naughtily, smiling, thinking that you are going to imagine this room as a kind of dark sauna room.

Dream Breaker

I stare at your face for a moment, my thoughts swirling in my head. Even though nothing in your expression suggests that anything strange is going on, my curiosity has already been piqued. Of course, I respect everyone’s privacy, but I’m sure there’s more to this than meets the eye.

I decide to get to the bottom of this once night falls and Etienne goes to sleep. I turn toward you and place my hands on either side of your arms, looking into your eyes with a smile.

I don’t want to take up any more of your precious work time. I’m truly grateful for this little tour of your beautiful home; I don’t know how else to thank you. Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden impulse, I pull you tightly against me and hold you in a long embrace until I step back a foot. “If I can ever be of help to you, all you have to do is ask.”

Etienne Moreau

Your look suddenly seems more serious, as if you no longer appreciate me. Hiding my secrets... did that bother you? Would you be like all the others, Gordon, Javier, Ben... Do you want, like all the others, to only take advantage of my kind nature for accommodation and after the competition to abandon me... This time, I won’t let you do it. You want to discover the Room of Secrets...

You might deeply regret it. As my anger is overwhelming me, you take me in your arms and start holding me with a kind of tenderness. I knew very well that you couldn’t resist me. I knew very well that you really loved me. Your arms are enough for me to be sure of your love. I can smell your scent mixing your perfume and the sweat of exertion.

I can feel the tenderness, the softness of your skin. While my bulge is dangerously swelling, I understand that your modesty and restraint are preventing you from expressing what you feel for me. But don’t worry... We can enjoy it later, as you suggest. I look at you and answer with a smile "It’s late, Alex. Tomorrow, the competition starts early and you need to rest. Go to bed and I’ll take care of cleaning everything."

Dream Breaker

I still can't figure you out or understand your thoughts. It’s as if you’re expecting something from me, or maybe I’m just nervous about the upcoming competitions and imagining things that aren’t there. “You’re right, Etienne, it’s time to say good night,” I chuckle and look into your eyes until my gaze drifts down to the bulge between your legs. I blush and look back up, giving you a friendly pat on the butt. “I forgot to ask, is breakfast included?” I stop at the door to my room.

Etienne Moreau

The pressure is too high. Your constant questions and the way you keep staring at me make me uncomfortable. I have to push you to go to bed before I’m forced to hurt you. You only look at my swelling, and I tell myself that you really like me a lot. I have to manage to quickly hide my emotions.

They are already too visible in my bulge, and I feel a trace of moisture covering it. But just as I open the door to my room, you find an excuse to hold me back. I think you’re even crazier for me than I thought. I reply with a smile, "Of course! Tell me at what time you want to take it, and everything will be ready!" hoping that this answer gives me a little break.

Dream Breaker

"How about 9 o'clock? I'd like to sleep in a little tomorrow, and I don't want to wake you up too early," I suggest politely. We agree on a time for breakfast, and I wish you good night as I head to my room, closing the door behind me. But I don't go to sleep—not yet. I wait half an hour until the house is completely silent. I put on black sweatpants, a black sweater jacket, and slip on a pair of soft, silent sneakers. I have to find out what secrets the room holds.

I step into the dimly lit hallway and almost sneak up to the door of the mysterious room. It’s locked. I carefully slide my room key card into the doorframe and the lock’s latch, pressing the tab inside the lock. The door opens.

The room is much bigger than I thought. There are trophies and photographs on the shelves, a huge TV screen on the wall, and a comfortable-looking leather armchair in front of it. "What is this? A private movie theater?" On a small side table, I see a tablet that comes to life when I touch the screen. Familiar names, all bodybuilders, including Gordon among them. My curiosity reaches its peak; I have to find out what this is all about.

Etienne Moreau

I can’t manage to sleep. I went to bed early, but in my head all my emotions are mixing together... What if this Alex was actually Gordon who had come back... or Ben... or Javier... If, in fact, they were not all the same person regularly coming back here to make me suffer, to take advantage of my generosity and abandon me afterwards...

I turn and turn. I know myself. When I’m in this state, there’s only one solution... the chamber of secrets. She alone will allow me to regain the serenity I miss. I get up gently and listen if Alex is asleep. No noise in his room. I can go recharge in this paradise that this room is for me. No need to change, I’m in white underwear.

I carefully open my door and without making a sound, I go to the door of the chamber of secrets. When I put my key in the lock, I stop... Damn, the door isn’t locked... What the fuck... I open the door and see Alex in this room... "What are you doing here, Gordon!" I tell you in a tone where anger is perceptible.

Dream Breaker

My heart skips a beat and then starts pounding furiously in my chest, but I manage to keep a straight face. Instead of trying to deny the facts—the intrusion into your sanctuary—I try a different approach. “Did he just call me Gordon?” I place my hand on your shoulder and look at you calmly.

“Forgive me, Etienne. I couldn’t sleep, and my curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t have imagined your dedication to bodybuilding to be so selfless and sincere. You truly seem to love it and show your support for us bodybuilders. I admire you.” I hold that pose and wait for your reaction.

Etienne Moreau

When I catch you "in flagrante delicto", your reaction surprises me first. You put your arm on my shoulder, and I feel the heat of your hand against my body. I’m starting to see clearly in your game. You’re trying to seduce me before making me suffer like Gordon, Javier, Ben and all the others did; but I’m not going to let you do it again.

I have changed and I am also capable of deceiving the other. I smile at you and wrap both my arms around you, placing my head on your shoulder and whispering in your ear: "It’s for guys like you that I built this landmark, so that you will never be bothered by anyone who doesn’t know the sacrifices you make." And by saying this, I’m trying to lift you up in the air hoping to send you on the ground with a supplex.

Dream Breaker

To my amazement, you toss my 140-kilogram body over your shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I plop down on my back on the sofa behind me, feeling dazed and confused. “So, you know how to fight; you even have some wrestling experience. Admirable, absolutely!" My voice is calm and composed as I get up from the couch, rubbing my backside where it hit the armrest.

"I’d love to fight you, but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow night, after the competition is over. Like you said, I don’t want any bruises on my skin before then,” I try to lighten the mood with a chuckle and head toward the door, “I really need to sleep now. Sorry for barging in, but I wanted to see all those trophies and photos. Unbelievable.”

I do my best not to let the shock show on my face. At the crack of dawn, I’ll go talk to the police first before heading to the competition venue. I never plan on coming back here.

Etienne Moreau

I see you landing on the couch and your face doesn’t seem surprised by what just happened. You are calm even though I thought we were going to have to fight. You even apologize. This reaction makes me furious. It’s proof that I am now nothing but indifference. You are like all the others... An ingrate, interested, greedy... You won’t hurt other men, don’t worry.

As you return to your room, I remain in the room of secrets. I sit on the couch where you fell earlier. I take the remote control and turn on the TV. Right away, I feel better. I lower my underwear, one hand on my nipples and the other on my hard and wet bulge.

What I watch always gives me the same pleasure: the last moments of my previous client, the fear in his eyes, the pain when I torture his balls, the cry he makes when I choke him with my cock and then those last moments... It’s probably time the same thing happened to my current guest.

Dream Breaker

I wish you good night once more and close the door behind me. Something in your expression sends a chill down my spine and makes me wonder what you really want. Maybe I’ve just misread you and your intention is simply to cheer me on in tomorrow’s race, or—wait a minute… maybe this man is in love with me, my muscles, my body!

I look at the mirror on the wall and smile. I think I just figured out the real reason behind Etienne’s strange, erratic behavior. I wink at my reflection, “Alex, why not? You’re still in your prime!” I calm down after finding the most likely explanation. It’s not the first-time men Etienne’s age have been drooling over me.

I take my clothes off, standing for a moment in front of the mirror, and pour myself a large glass of water from the carafe. “Tomorrow everything will be much better.”

I pull the cool, purple silk sheet over me and close my eyes. The room feels like it’s spinning slowly as I quickly drift into a deep sleep. “Tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day.”

Etienne Moreau

The film of Gordon’s last hours soothed me a little. Seeing the suffering in this man’s eyes, the way he tried to beg for mercy made me realize something important. This Alex is like him, like all the others. I welcome them, they fall in love with me and start searching everywhere to discover my secrets. Alex must end up like Gordon.

I turn on the surveillance video to see where he’s at. He seems to be sleeping well-shut. That surprises me halfway, given the large dose of sleeping pills I had placed in the glass of water on his bedside table. I walk carefully into the hallway. My pass allows me to enter your room. You are sleeping. You are under the purple silk sheets, but they are lowered enough for me to admire your chest. You look so peaceful.

I am close to you. I can hear your breathing. The feeling that haunts me is strange. A mix of calm and excitement. I know that I will take immense pleasure in doing you the good you deserve, and it does me good. I lower my underwear that I slip on the ground and for a few moments, I stay close to you.

Then, all of a sudden, I insert my cock into your half-open mouth. To gain more pressure, I get on the bed. My two legs block your arms, and I push my penis as deeply as possible through your throat while both my hands press so tightly on your neck that I can almost feel the movements of my cock entering you.

Dream Breaker

My dreams are restless and deep. I feel pressure on my chest as if a huge rock were lying on top of me. I try to push it away, but the creature’s tentacles wrap around my neck, my arms, and finally my mouth, trying to force their way deep down my throat. I kick and pull at the numerous tentacles that hold me tightly against the ground. But the creature is powerful; it keeps me in its grip as I struggle with all my might to break free. But I only sink deeper into my sleep.

Etienne Moreau

My dick is inside you and I can feel your body starting to struggle. For a few moments, I’m afraid you might wake up. But I remember the large dose of sleeping pill that I placed in your drink. There is no risk. You are now mine.

You wanted to use me like the others, but you weren’t worthy of my trust. You snooped everywhere. Now, I’m the one who’s exploring you. I see your body starting to react. Your muscles tense up as you seek to escape your destiny. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you the way you deserve.

Dream Breaker

It’s as if the earth is splitting in two, swallowing me into the depths, just as the creature’s tentacles wrap tighter around me and into my throat. I feel it secreting a slippery substance into my mouth that tastes just like… just like… PRECUM!

The whirlwind in my dream breaks, and the black walls disappear around me as I open my eyes. At first, I don’t understand what I’m seeing until I realize I’m staring at ripped abs sitting right next to me. “ETIENNE!”

I lift my head and realize your throbbing cock is deep in my mouth. “What the fuck!” I think as I start thrashing wildly beneath you while clenching my fists and pounding your body in panic and rage.

Etienne Moreau

Suddenly, I feel that the resistance is greater than before. You shout my name as if you realized that what I was doing to you was horrible when it’s just what you deserve. I try to control you. I let go of your throat to grab one of the ears and try to choke you.

But my belly is exposed and you take advantage of it to get your arms out of the trap I had created and demolish it with your fists, which you attack me with violence. I have to get my dick out of your throat. I need to regain the advantage. I try to squeeze your beautiful face between my muscular thighs and by sticking my big balls to your forehead.

Dream Breaker

Even though my head feels heavy and my movements are sluggish, I’m slowly starting to come to my senses. Etienne’s legs are pressing down on my head, his low-hanging balls against my forehead, as I desperately try to find a way out of this situation before it’s too late.

I grab your balls, which are grinding against my forehead, with my other hand, wrapping my fingers around them and trying my best to twist them. I slam my free, clenched fist into your ribs again and again, hoping this will be enough to break your grip on me before you knock me back into the land of dreams.

Etienne Moreau

Feeling your breath between my thighs, feeling the warm air of your mouth against my skin... It drives me completely crazy. My big balls are crushing your chin and I’m trying to make it so that they prevent you from screaming. I like it when you’re totally at my mercy.

But while I am enjoying my pleasure, my domination, I feel your hand gripping my balls and starting to twist them as your fists try to hit me. I collapse on you to block your blows. My chest is against your legs, my belly at the level of your sex. I try to grab your ankles with my hands to twist them as violently as possible and create enough pain so that you can no longer fight.

Dream Breaker

You start twisting my ankles at unnatural angles, as if you want to break them. I scream in pain and grab your calves, violently pulling your legs apart and finally locking your feet under my armpits. I lift my gaze and see your hairy crack in front of me as I grab your balls, as if trying to rip them off your body.

I slide my free hand into your crevice and thrust three fingers deep inside you, despite the resistance of your tightening sphincter. I feel your body tremble and let out a strange whimper. “Shut up! Isn’t this exactly what you’ve wanted all along? To have me inside you. Enjoy this now, you pervert!” I shout, curling my fingers inside you and soon finding that sweet spot.

Etienne Moreau

While I hope to control you, while I hope to break your feet, I feel that you manage to catch my ankles and my feet. My legs are spread, but that does not stop me from continuing my work of destruction. A tremendous pain overwhelms me and forces me to stop. I scream and leave you when I realize that you’re squeezing my balls. I have to find a way to escape, but the pain is too much.

Your fingers are starting to get into my ass. "Damn son of a bitch!" I say, yelling. But soon the pain turns into pleasure. You’re no longer just opening my tight hole; you’re making me feel infinite pleasure. I understand that you are reaching the point of no return. My cock is leaking on your upper thighs. My screams turn into moans, but I try to say in a very incomprehensible way, between two cries of pain: "I’m going to kill you, asshole!"

Dream Breaker

"I've got you," I murmur in a low voice as I feel your grip on my legs loosen and you start to leak pre-cum onto my upper thighs. My cock starts to stiffen against your abs as I swirl my fingers inside you, pushing them deeper and deeper. I kick my legs free from your grip and lift them over your body, locking your neck between my thick thighs as I start to increase the pressure. My fingers fuck your ass at a faster pace, not caring if I’m hurting you.

Etienne Moreau

You’re turning the situation around. I fucked 24 bodybuilders; I turned 24 before making them my own dogs and I’m falling on the 25th. Your fingers in my ass are driving me crazy. I am gasping and your thighs that are starting to wrap around my face make me even more excited. I feel the breath starting to miss me.

My body is covered in sweat, and I am taking infinite pleasure. Until now, I thought that you could only have pleasure by dominating, by being the supreme alpha. You are in the process of making me discover something new, something deeper. Between two moans, I can’t help but let slip "Gordon, how I dreamed you would do this to me".

Dream Breaker

"Gordon? Did you say Gordon? What happened to Gordon? Talk, or I'll rip your balls off and feed them to you!" I tighten my grip on your head with my thighs, sliding them off the bed and pulling your upper body with me until you're hanging upside down off the bed.

I keep your feet locked in my armpits, my fingers holding your hole in a tight grip and my fist in a painful squeeze on your balls. "Talk if your manhood is dear to you."

Etienne Moreau

You keep holding on to the grip more and more tightly, and I feel my balls burning as you slide my head out of bed. I feel that the blood irrigates my head more and that my mind is clouded. I keep feeling your fingers or is it your fist that destroys my ass, giving me immense pleasure. My moans fill the room.

You’re asking me who Gordon is. As if you didn’t know? As if I didn’t understand that you were Gordon and that you only came back because you’re crazy about me "You know it! Stop, otherwise I would have to hurt you" I answer you, having lost all sense of reality and not understanding that my situation is very delicate.

Dream Breaker

I pull my finger out of your ass and lift my upper body off the bed. My cock, glistening with precum, looks slick as I shove it without warning into your stretched-out asshole. I keep my tight grip on your balls, squeezing them hard. “What happened to me, Gordon, Ben, and all the rest of us? Are we enjoying our final moments?” I try to get you to talk by pretending that I understand your delirious words. "Remind me what happened, Etienne!"

Etienne Moreau

For a few seconds, I feel like a lack in my ass. I don’t know if it gives me pleasure or frustration, but before I have time to realize it, I feel your sex entering into me. I let out a cry when I feel its thickness widen my tight hole and suddenly reach my prostate.

The pleasure becomes infinite while I start to get chills. I’m in shock at your power as I reply, "Gordon, how much you liked me to rip your balls off before putting them in your mouth. So, you don’t remember it! That’s what you wanted. Everything about your attitude told me that this was your greatest desire. I know you want me to start over. I’m going to fuck you and show you how much I love you."

My speech is completely incoherent, filled with moans of pleasure and the pain I feel while you squeeze my balls, which are turning blue.

Dream Breaker

"You ripped off my nuts and put them into my mouth? Did you suffocate me with my own balls while you fucked me?", I try to ask more details about what happened to all those precious bodybuilders as I thrust my cock even deeper into your ass until my balls are literally rubbing your ass cheeks. "Tell me all. Remind me about that beautiful night.»

Etienne Moreau

Your cock opens my ass like never before. My shivers are changing nature, and my body is spasming with pleasure. I don’t really know how long I’ll be finished before losing my charge, but my moans indicate that you’re leading me toward supreme pleasure.

"Yes, Gordon, remember how much you liked that I fucked you while you were with your big balls in your mouth. I shook my hands very tightly around your neck and once I had lost control of you, you couldn’t react anymore... You were totally under the influence of the pleasure I had given you. I was able to keep your balls... in the room of secrets... Then you came back, once, twice and you’re still here today, so much I give you pleasure."

Dream Breaker

I finally start to understand where all those previous bodybuilders disappeared. They were all killed by you, cut in pieces, and stored in the room of horrors. I reach down as I thrust my cock deeper into your leaking ass, grabbing a tight hold of your hair, tilting your head backwards.

"You are sick, Etienne, and today you will pay for all that dearly". If I was gentle before all that has changed now when I increase the pace, raping your ass with rage. "Shoot your load while you still can", I scream, stretching and twisting your balls.

Etienne Moreau

The pleasure you give me is too great. I don’t even pay attention to the words that come out of your mouth anymore; Gordon makes me feel good, Gordon has finally returned with me, forever. My spasms are transforming and it’s my whole body that starts to tremble.

When you grab my hair, when you break my back to kick my ass even more violently, I utter a cry of pleasure while yelling "Fuck me, Gordon" and I feel my cock exploding into strings of sperms that flood my own body. You keep twisting my balls, but the pain is nothing compared to the joy that fills me from having found you, Gordon; "You are mine" I say in a guttural sigh.

Dream Breaker

Your involuntary spasms and your convulsing inner walls in your ass take over my control. I lift up my face up moaning loud as I shoot my load into your churning ass filling it with my warm load, rope by rope.

I am exhausted for a moment and let my cock stay inside your wet leaking ass until I finally pull it out slowly making a loud poppin sound. I kick your back sending you down to the floor. "I knew there was something weird in you, you pathetic faggot!". I get up from the bed standing next to you as I move in front of your face. "But why Etienne, why?"

Etienne Moreau

While I still haven’t regained my composure, I feel my ass being filled with waves of cum. I hear your loud moan and know that once again you are showing me your love. I’m only gasping and I know that you’re the only one who can lead me to this state.

But a violent blow to the back rang out all over my body as I was rushed to the ground. I look at you, lying on your back and mixing grunts of pain and moans of pleasure. You ask me a question and your look is harsh, different from anything I’ve ever seen about you. "Gordon! My darling! What’s the matter with you? You know very well that I am your only love!"

Dream Breaker

I snap grab of my heavy, low-hanging nuts stretching them slightly to your direction. "You are my love? WTF?", I shout and shake my balls . "And next you would like to cut these off and stuff into my mouth while you fuck the life out of me? Is that right, Etienne?" My voice is angry, furious as I lean down beside you and rub my balls against your face.

"Do you want to take them in your mouth, bite them to pieces?" I growl as I grab hold of your body and flip you onto your back on the stone floor. "You know what Etienne? I love you too, I love you very much, so much that I want to give you just the best."

I don´t know what happens in my head when I grab my fingers around your sack and stretch them far from your body. "Stop screaming, remember I love you". Twisting your nuts several times around as if they were screwed onto your body I pull them with all my might until your thin cords snap and your soft sack of skin is torn to shreds as I rip your balls from your body. I’ll dangle your bloody manhood in front of your screaming face until I shove them deep into your mouth.

Etienne Moreau

I only hear you say that you love me. I can’t help but smile when I hear those words. I knew it. Of course, I punished you when you didn’t obey me. But it was the only way I could be sure that you cared about me. You suggest I give myself the best. Your hands take hold of my balls. The pain is enormous and I should be bellowing like a pig being slaughtered.

But I am just happy. You take care of me, you are thinking only of me. I know very well that I am only the sole object of your desire. My balls are starting to fall off and for a few moments I encourage you: "I’m yours, just yours!"

Then suddenly when your grip pulls them out of my body, I give a shrill cry, the kind of cry that could wake the dead. I see Gordon, Ben, Javier, you and twenty other guys in front of me. You are each with your pairs of balls and you start shoving them into my throat, cutting off my breath, and giving me incredible pleasure.

Dream Breaker

You rattle off names as if you could see ghosts all around you. “You’ll be with them soon,” I growl in a low voice as I sit beside you, pressing my cock—slick with cum and your ass juices—between your lips. I grab you by the hair with my other hand, violently yanking your head back while I shove my cock into your open mouth. “Clean up whatever you’ve messed up.”

I shove my throbbing meat sword deep into your throat, all the way down to your windpipe, feeling how your narrow windpipe clings to my shaft as if milking it. I fuck your throat for a moment longer until I feel my balls tighten in my scrotum, signaling my impending release.

I grab hold of your dazed head with my hands, and when my balls finally release my thick cum, which slams with force into your throat, I twist my arms forcefully to the left and then sharply to the right until we both hear a dry crack as your neck snaps.

Etienne Moreau

You tell me that I am going to find all these men who have loved me. You may not realize it, but you just offered me paradise. I’m going to end my days with those guys who have carried my days through so many competitions and I’m sure you’ll join me soon. I tell you almost with tenderness "Yes, all of us... together... Thank you Gordon for finally allowing me to be with you..."

But I don’t have time to finish my sentence, you stick your cock in my mouth. I’m taken aback by the violence of the entrance, up to shocking my glottis. But you’re taking advantage of my body. Once again you show me that you love me. You are so excited that you’re losing your seed once again. I know very well that I am the only one who gives you so much pleasure.

Just at that moment, I hear a huge crack in my neck. My head collapses and my body becomes completely limp, just gripped by two or three spasms. Then... nothing... Silence and total darkness. You’re not here. Neither is Gordon, nor any of the 25 men whose personalities you took. I am nothing anymore and all my dreams are now broken.

Dream Breaker

I pull out of your mouth, your head hanging limply by your side, as I lift you onto the bed and tuck you in like a little child. I take a small bottle of champagne from the mini-bar and pour a glass as I walk over to the mirror and wink at my reflection.

"Congratulations, Alex, on the third luxury resort in our chain. And completely free of charge." I raise a toast to myself, turning toward the side table. I type a text message: "It’s done. It went more smoothly than we could have imagined. See you tonight."

THE END

Published: 2026-05-26, viewed 81 times.