THE HIGH TABLE

THE STEPHEN:

Target down. I switched off the red laser light. A perfect shot to the chest, and the big guy fell out of my line of sight. I smirk. I’m the best, better than my twin brother lying behind me with his neck snapped. I gather my things and move with silent steps to make sure the Marine isn’t breathing; maybe I’ll cut off his fingers or that famous dick as proof to those who paid for the job.

My stupid, idiotic twin brother stares at me with lifeless eyes as I leave his body to rot. I deftly pry open the door of the dead marine’s house and step into the dimly lit living room. A man is lying on the floor. A red stain on the chest of his white T-shirt tells of a direct hit. “Fuck, I’m good at this!” I bend down and take my knife from my thigh to cut off his finger. “Or maybe I’ll take that famous dick after all?”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I watch as my bodyguard hits the floor hard after a loud bang. As I turn around, I see him slump down to his knees. Our eyes meet and he smiles. "Alex..." I reach out to him but then pull back into the dark side of the room - knowing the killer will be here any moment to check up on his work. Its not that I need a bodyguard, but Alex is more than that. And this is not going to end well... for whomever it is.

I watch as the shooter opens the door and walks into my loft, probably looking for the 'lifeless' body. This guy look big in his tight black uniform and boots. He is a sight to behold, I must admit that. But the rage inside me is eating me alive to step up to him and attack him. I watching him reach the body in the middle of the room and crouch down above it. I hear him talk about my dick..."

THE STEPHEN:

"There´s no doubt at all. He has hurt many guys and girls with his famous dick. "Could there be any better proof of his death than that massive, veiny cock?" I unbutton the man's jeans and pull his pants down to his knees. I pull his boxers down to his thighs. “It doesn’t look that big when it’s flaccid,” I say aloud as I grab it by the head and place the blade of the knife at the base of his cock. “But soon it will be mine.”

MUSCLEMARINE:

Just then, I step out from the darkness, behind you. Wrapping my arm around your neck, my other hand goes down to yours holding the dick, and pry it off. I pull up to my feet and raise you up with me. "Well. Well. Well. What do we have here?"

THE STEPHEN:

I'm confused because you managed to surprise me. This has never happened before. But I’m even more confused when I see you. “What the fuck, I just shot you!” I look at the man lying on the ground and then back at you, and realize I shot the wrong guy. “Who the fuck is he, then?” I don’t wait for an answer; instead, I send back a mule kick aimed at your balls.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I simply grab you and pull you tighter as you try to mule kick me, and your leg goes past, in between my thighs. I rather snap my thighs shut and trap your foot. I tighten the hold with one arm around you, and with the other, I slide it down to your bulge and grab it tight. "He is the best man you can ever get as a partner." I whisper in your ear. "And you are going to pay for what you did."

THE STEPHEN:

From the way you act, I can tell right away that I’m dealing with a professional. So I’d better resort to more forceful measures. You squeeze my balls and hold my other leg in a lock, but not for long. I bend my head forward and, unexpectedly, swing it back with force, striking the back of my head against your face while twisting my body sideways, trying to make you lose your balance. “Two dead bodies is an even better result. Two with one blow.”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I take the headbutt, let you go and pull back. Spreading my thighs open and freeing your foot, I watch you drop onto your back as you twist. "Yeah? Bigger reward?" Pulling back a few steps, wiping my face, checking for any cracks on my nose and blood. I smile at you and return to a fighting position.

THE STEPHEN:

I rise nimbly from the ground like a black panther, standing before you. "You're good, I'll admit it. But I'm better. I never fail, and you're going to die at my hands, just like your pussy partner did." I growl and lunge toward you, leaping into the air. I raise my hand into a fist, aiming for your throat, while my knee is on its way toward your ripped abs.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I see you move, almost in slow motion... just like a wild black beast. Smiling, I wait for you to land in front of me, before stopping you hand aimed for my throat. As I bend down, under your outstretched limb, getting into position to strike back, I don't realize your knee coming towards my gut. I barely have enough time to flex my bricks before it lands hard, taking me down. I drop to one knee, groaning. "Good shot."

THE STEPHEN:

Smirking I watch you dropping down on your knee. "Not so tough anymore?". I step back to get some distance from you and stop. You raise your head and see me spinning around on my heel as I aim a hard side kick into your face. "Not smiling anymore brave marine?"

MUSCLEMARINE:

Just then, I raise an arm, and snap grab your incoming kick, locking my fingers around your shin. I start to squeeze tight. "Oh. I can smile. When I need to." Still a serious look on my face, unbroken. I start to twist your limb outwards, exposing your crotch as I pull you closer by your leg. I open my other palm wide, and strike it to your prominent bulge. "This is the end of the road for you." I follow up with an uppercut to your chin as you bend down from the pain in your midsection.

THE STEPHEN:

My eyes are covered with tears making my vision blurry as I land on my back with a loud thud. The pain in my nuts is paralyzing my mind. I hardly can this from the pain. But I am experienced soldier. My fighter instincts guide me to fight back without thinking of it too much. I raise my head and see you smiling as move to my side, still on the floor, and aim a sudden kick into the side of your kneecap.

MUSCLEMARINE:

Although that kick would have been bad for me and my knee, the pain you are experiencing makes your attack weak. I laugh at your feeble attempt. However, I step closer to you, and drop between your spread legs. "You want me closer?" I ask, mockingly. I reach down and grab your legs and pull you by them to me, connecting my bulge to your bulge. "Now... Who is the tough one here again?" I smile at you. "Tell me honestly. What have you heard about me?"

THE STEPHEN:

I didn't expect anything like that from you. I’m momentarily flustered. Your bulge pressed against my sore bulge distracts me. My thoughts wander. “What have I heard about you? If you think a professional sings at the first slap, you’re sorely mistaken about me,” I mutter as I squirm in your grip. I twist my body on the floor, trying to drive my clenched fist into your ribs. “They want you dead. You’ve caused harm to the wrong person, and it’ll cost you your life!”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I take your hit to my side - from the angle you are in, it barely has any effect. I rather snap my arm shut at my side, trapping your hand, as my other free hand grabs the first limb I abused. Grabbing it this time at the ankle, I start twisting. "They all sing for me. And you will too." I start turning your ankle slowly, almost to the breaking point, feeling it crunch a bit. I lift a knee up from the floor and bring it slowly to your bulge, pushing it down on it, crushing it. "The sooner you belch it out, the more of a man you might walk out from here."

THE STEPHEN:

The padding on my gear and the built-in protection aren’t enough to shield my sensitive orbs from your knee. The pain shoots from my groin through my lower abdomen and throughout my body as I writhe in your grip. “You killed the wrong man on your last mission. The boss’s son. And how? In a cruel, painful way, without giving him the slightest chance. Today you’ll pay for that.” I can see my words make you think. Try to remember. Just enough for me to try to rake your eyes with my free hand.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I let go of your leg, and grab your hand on my eye as I try to pull back, getting to my feet. I pull you up with me. You got a good hold on my face... but I try to calm down suddenly. I spread my arms wide open, and slam each one at your extended arm - one landing on the forearm, the other on the upper-arm, snapping it viciously in the middle. The elbow bends at the wrong angle and snaps. "You fucking twat. That pussy didn't stand a chance. And I gave him a way out, twice before we started the fight. He made the wrong bet." Then as I watch you cry in pain, I smile. "But I must admit, his ass was perfect." Pointing to yours... "Looked almost as tight as yours." I lick my lips as I say that.

THE STEPHEN:

First, I hear a loud, dry crack. Then comes the pain, followed immediately by my scream. I fall to my knees in pain, realizing that my arm is badly broken. “You’re going to die from this, just like your big partner, with no chance of survival!” I slam my forehead with all my might into your bulge, trying to hurt you as much as possible and knock you back down to the ground.

MUSCLEMARINE:

"We all will die... eventually." As I feel your head connect to my bulge and I drop to one knee. I groan but stretch out my hand and bitchslap you hard, sending you down. As your head hits the floor, I drop that same knee on your cheek, pinning you down. "Play time is over. Time to end this futile display of incompetence and hypocrisy." I reach down and grab your bulge tight. "Oh. Pussyboi here is enjoying this. You sure you came to kill me? Or has he told you how good he got fucked and came to experience it for yourself?"

THE STEPHEN:

"You pathetic ex-soldier, you are dead man!" I struggle hard, squirming under you, groaning in pain and frustration as your hold on my bulge gets tighter. With my good hand I aim punches blindly into your body not sure where will they even land as my boots are kicking the floor desperately"

MUSCLEMARINE:

I let go, grab your arm that is trying to punch me and twisting it, pulling it, I dislocate it from your shoulder. "Enough." I flip you onto your stomach, grab your pants and rip them off you, exposing your ass. "Time for the real fun."

THE STEPHEN:

My eyes bulging out of their sockets when I guess what your plans are: "Don't you even dare to think about that. I am not queer like you and your dying meatball boyfriend." I writhe violently under your body, trying to push you away and make you to fall down. But you have tight hold on me and when I feel your cock head entering into my hairy crack , I know the worst is still to come. "Let me fucking go!"

MUSCLEMARINE:

"I will let you go... after I show you what exactly I do to my victims. You can then correct your info about me." I push the tip of my cock into your tight hole and invade you. Merciless, it stretches you out. And I laugh as I taunt you.

THE STEPHEN:

I couldn't even imagine how it feels to get raped, to get my virgin ass filled with something as giant as your cock. I scream; the veins in my throat and temples are bulging as if they are about to explode. My ass tries to squeeze around your shaft to stop you, to control your moves, but all my attempts are worth nothing when you thrust your cock back and forth in my bleeding ass. "Please. I will tell you who sent me if you let me go!"

MUSCLEMARINE:

"Hahahahaha. You will tell me, even if I don't let you go. And you will wish my bf is still alive, or else you might die being raped." I know he is still alive when, earlier, I saw him breathing faintly. The shots must had missed his vital organs.

THE STEPHEN:

I know every word you say is true. You mean it. I look at the big guy on the floor and sincerely wish I failed with my shot. I hope that for me. You are right, he is moving. HE IS ALIVE! "He lives, can't you see? He is alive! Pull your cock out of me now. Please, you promised. I tell you all!"

MUSCLEMARINE:

"I... always... fail... my... promises..." Pounding you hard between every word. I keep fucking you relentelessly, raping your ass till it bleeds. "Alive or not, you are a dead man." I pull out almost all the way out, making you feel hollow before slamming back into you brutally, filling every crevice deep inside you. My thick cock cores its way deep inside you, the veins on it etching their shape into the walls of your cavern. I can feel you tremble under me.

THE STEPHEN:

I think you’re finally letting me go when I feel you pulling your thick cock out of my ass. My mouth opens in a pained scream as you suddenly shove your cock all the way back into my ass, tearing it even further. The force of the impact slams my face into the ground with enough violence to break my nose and dislocate my jaw. My body twists around your cock like a skewered victim who knows their end is near.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I slide my legs along side yours, then in between them and start spreading them, making sure I get closer to you, forcing my cock deeper in you. I reach down and grab your arms, pulling them to your back, I lock them tight and tug more, hearing a crunching sound at the joints in your shoulders. The pain alone is enough to cut your voice and mute you. "Your end is near. Any last words?" Not that it would matter.

THE STEPHEN:

I cry out against the floor like a whimpering puppy as you push deeper and deeper inside me. Something new tears open deep inside me again. My body trembles beneath you; my hips are on the verge of tearing. I try to resist for a brief moment as you violently pull my arms behind me, but I’m in far too weak a state. I slam my face against the hard floor again as my arms pop out of their sockets with a loud crack. “Fuck you and your…,” I mutter against the floor, knowing full well that my end is near.

MUSCLEMARINE:

The pain coursing through your arms shuts you up, muting you. Not to mention also the pain my pounding is inflicting on your loosening ass now. I suddenly grab your head by your hair and pull it back, taught. I slide my other hand under your throat and slide a finger at your adam's apple. I rub it with the tip of my finger, making it clear what is coming next.

THE STEPHEN:

I swallow, try to struggle, knowing it's all useless. "Do it! Do it then if you think you have balls to do it", I try to mock you with my words. "I am sure you are not man enough for that".

Even though I can’t see you, I can feel you standing behind me, as if weighing my words. Only your cock throbs defiantly inside my ravaged ass. Maybe I really did hit a nerve. Did something happen during your military career that my cutting words brought back to your mind? Maybe I can still turn the tables, distract you, and perhaps end the mission as I intended.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I keep twisting your head to one side, applying pressure to your neck. "Look at me..." Asking you to do something that is physically impossible from the position you are in as I remain behind you, my knee on your spine, threateningly. "I said... look... AT... ME..." And twisting more your neck, I hear the vertebrae crack and then suddenly snap. Your head keeps turning as I notice the look in your eyes glaze out. They roll back and your mouth drops open, hanging loose, your head facing backwards...

THE STEPHEN:

I turn my head back—or rather, you turn it. “Stop, I can’t…” My eyes flutter open… but I can’t see anything with them anymore…

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