THE HIGH TABLE

DREAM BREAKER:

The most anticipated exhibition of the year had begun. The first day broke every visitor record the museum had ever seen in its more than 100-year history. I was proud because the exhibition had already been canceled several times due to inadequate security measures. The largest diamond in the world was finally on display at the museum, and I had finally been assured by the committee overseeing the diamond that security was in place. Electronic sensors monitored the diamond, the hallways, windows, and doors. At night, the diamond was kept behind the door of a thick steel vault. Five elite guards monitored the area’s security at night, and I personally secured the vault door. Even if everything else failed, a thief would have to face me before attempting to break into the vault. I can modestly state that no man has yet been able to take me down. So nothing could go wrong.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I waited for this famous exhibition featuring the world's largest diamond to finally open, but each time the opening was postponed. This gave me time to study the floor plan, staff changes, increased security measures, and anything else that might be useful. Even though I'm a hulking brute, a former fighter turned thief, I'm still a genius when it comes to computer hacking. I see that the opening is scheduled for tomorrow, and I know the guards will be on high alert. So I wait a few days, carefully studying the floor plan. No problem for me, and even these elite guards aren't an obstacle. However, they've hired a new head of security. I look at his resume and photo, and I realize he's not human, but a mountain of muscle with a hard face and a steely gaze. In the end, these sensors are just a joke, this safe is easily opened, these guards are just puppets to amuse me, but this head of security might give me a hard time, but it will take more than that to discourage me.

I wait two weeks, it is usually at this time that the guards relax and I know the plan of the place as well as the location and frequency of each detector, having made the device that is necessary to be able to pass without activating the detectors, I easily enter one of the corridors of the ground floor by going through the window and I start to walk slowly, straining my ears to see if I hear footsteps or voices, heading with confidence but caution towards the safe where the diamond is located, being as imperceptible as a shadow.

DREAM BREAKER:

Before you can get any further down the hallway, a low, commanding voice stops you. "Freeze, or I'll blow your head off." Two guards dressed in tight-fitting black uniforms point their guns at you as they slowly begin to approach. “Hands behind your back. Careful,” one of the men orders you as the other puts his gun back in its holster to tie your hands together with a zip tie. At that very moment, a tree branch outside the window strikes the large pane, and the guard holding the gun turns his head away from you, distracted by the sudden noise. You feel the plastic zip tie already touching the skin of your wrists.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

Damn, I thought I'd been discreet enough and had learned their guard duty by heart, but it seems this new head of security has taken matters into his own hands. I'll really have to watch out for him. I saw the two guards approaching in the reflection of a display case on some random painting. They were rather cute; it would be a shame to have to kill them. I obeyed, placing my hands behind my back, my gaze fixed on the glass, waiting for the slightest sign of discretion from the guard. I expected him to reach for his walkie-talkie, but fate intervened. The sound of a branch against the glass allowed me to turn before the cable tie was fully tightened. I looked at the guard head-on before placing my hands on either side of his head to snap his neck cleanly and efficiently, with a small, deathly sound that had always excited me. Without waiting a second, I continued my action, lifting my leg and slamming the guard's balls shut hard enough to knock him out of breath, forcing him to double over. This allowed me to grab his neck between my left arm, my right hand on his chin, snapping his neck in turn, without releasing it to prevent him from falling. Immediately, I saw a large pirate chest displayed on the wall, with a sarcophagus standing upright opposite it. I move to the chest and I realize that given its size, the treasures must have been immense, it almost looks like the trunk of a car, which suits me, I open the chest with one hand and put the corpse of the guard that I kept under my arm inside before closing the chest, I go to the sarcophagus to open it, knowing that the mummies are transferred before the exhibition, I lift the guard by his broken neck, the look it gives him excites me more but I have to calm myself, I put the guard in the sarcophagus while whispering "see you in 1000 years?" and I set off again, telling myself that I will have to be more careful in the future, that I will have to listen more carefully.

DREAM BREAKER:

Something’s wrong. The patrol should be here by now. I check my wristband to make sure no alarms have gone off, and there are no alarms anywhere in the museum. “Stay in front of the vault door. You’re not leaving here no matter what happens. Is that clear?” I instruct the three muscular guards. They are all former soldiers, skilled but above all capable of following orders. I head toward the museum, along the patrol route, to search for the missing men. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. I don't like this.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

Once I'm absolutely sure I've hidden the bodies, I continue toward the main vault room. I also realize that these are elite guards, not idiots who took this job to sleep on. I have to be extra vigilant and a little more ruthless and imaginative. Going through the main gate would be far too dangerous, but I have the plans memorized and I know there's an air duct big enough for me to squeeze through. It doesn't show up on the new plans, but I know where it is. I proceed even more cautiously and see the head of security leave to do his rounds. This man is even more imposing in person. I'll have to avoid him for now. One-on-one, I might be able to take him on, but if he brings his team, I'm dead. I head towards the duct and notice it's just been hidden by some random Roman emperor mannequin. I almost want to laugh at such amateurishness, but the giant can't be far away. I sneak past them discreetly and silently reach the guards without moving from my pipe. If I make the slightest mistake, they'll raise the alarm, so I take a coin from my pocket and toss it away, hoping to slightly distract the guards before pulling out a syringe gun I've filled with paralyzing agent. I've chosen syringes capable of penetrating even a bulletproof vest, so I can fire with pinpoint accuracy. I see their bodies tense without a sound as all three of them fall. I've overloaded them a bit, and they're going to die. It won't weigh heavily on my conscience.

I hide the three guards in the ventilation ducts and head toward the vault, realizing that no matter what I do, without the security chief's code, I can't do anything, and he's not going to give it to me easily. I quickly take a small piece of paper from my bag and write "thanks for the diamond" before wedging it in the door of the vault, hiding and waiting for the head of security to arrive.

DREAM BREAKER:

All of a sudden the alarm connected to my watch starts to beep. I look at the surface of my watch and see the heart beat of the three guard accelerated and then there are just flat line left. I tug my watch, there must be some technical problem with it. But nothing. The lifeline of the three guards has disappeared, all three of them at the same time. I turn around and rush back to the vault with a feeling something is badly wrong. As I arrive to the vault I see nothing. The guards have left and the place is completely empty. And just then something pays my attention. A small written post it paper attached to the door of the vault "THANKS FOR THE DIAMOND". My firs reaction is to check that the door is locked. Seeing this I calm down a bit. But where the hell are the guards?

I turn around, look around, trying to see any trace of them, But there is nothing. No sign of them. Something is badly wrong here. I can tell that. I try to contact them by radio but something is blocking the connection. I push the alarm button in my watch: nothing. Someone has manipulated the sophisticated system. I pull out my gun from the holster, spread my legs wide open to take a firm stance of the floor as I raise my gun, being prepared for any attack.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

Damn, I thought that idiot was going to open the door, but I guess I'll have to do it myself. I see they've put a stone head there to be restored, and I grab it, ready to smash your skull in. But then I see you draw your weapon, turning your back to me while you spread your legs. That position shows me you're a skilled marksman, and it would be perfect if the enemy weren't a shadow. I silently creep up behind you and raise my stone head to headbutt you right in the balls, and without waiting, I release your head and grab your arm holding the weapon to disarm you and throw the weapon away, taking advantage of the pain you are suffering.

DREAM BREAKER:

Without any warning, a terrible pain hits my body. I look down and see a part of a marble bust poking out between my legs. SOMEONE HIT MY NUTS WITH A BUST! Before I have time to react, I feel strong fingers twisting my arm until I lose the hold of my gun, dropping it to the floor. I moan in pain and turn around when I see you. One man only, wearing a black sweater, pants, and jacket with a black hood covering his face. Scanning him fast from head to toe, I can tell he is quite a tall and muscular man, probably also an elite soldier. I don´t need a gun to defend the diamond. I am used to killing guys with my bare hands. Recovering my fight stance, I step forward, and despite the pain in my nuts, I swing around and aim a high roundhouse kick into your chest.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I hit you with all my might, nearly breaking the bust, but you didn't even drop to your knees. That blow would have made most humans faint, but you're a war machine. I can see it when you get into position; it reminds me of training in the French Foreign Legion when I was younger. Even though you took a hit, you didn't lose any of your strength when you unleashed your kick. It landed squarely on my chest, and I backed away, absorbing the pain and knowing full well that you know how to strike where it hurts. I didn't even flinch; I landed two powerful uppercuts right on your jaw before trying to grab your hips, lift you up, and throw you to the ground.

DREAM BREAKER:

 There are no doubts: you are a professional. You move fast, without any hesitation, and you take the hits, absorbing the toughest impacts, which allows you to proceed with the fast counterattack. I need to use tougher methods with you. Your uppercuts are approaching fast, and I really need to put all my attention on them to dodge them one by one, but that's not all you had planned for me. Before I manage to fix the first problem, you surge forward and hit my body down to the ground with a double-leg takedown. As you lift my body up, I try to grab you by your head, but all I manage to do is to pull out the hood from your face before my back hits the floor. "What the fuck! It´s an older guy!", I think to myself as I see your handsome face. The air escapes from my lungs in one go and as I fill them again, I raise my leg, aiming a hard kick into your groin, trying to crush your balls with my commando boots.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

Despite my considerable combat experience, I realize you have too, and your youth grants you a speed I no longer possess. I take a few steps back, seeing that you've ripped my hood off. Even though I had decided to let you live, so impressed and enticing was your beauty and physique, now it's out of the question. I look at you with a cold, cruel expression: "You're dead." I start running towards you, trying to finish you off as quickly as possible, but at the last moment, your commando boot slams into my groin with force. The impact is amplified by my running. I stop in my tracks, wincing as I clutch my bulge and stumble back a few steps without falling to my knees.

DREAM BREAKER:

I have a wide, nasty grin on my face. "Look at that. A grandfather is in pain", I mock you as I watch you nursing your aching balls. "Hope you have many son and grandsons already because with those balls you couldn't make any more babies," I laugh as I rush to you while you are still in pain. I shove my elbow into your throat and my knee comes fast approaching your exposed abs. "There will be a dead man here tonight but something is telling me it is not me"

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

This young brat is mocking me, daring to call me grandpa. In a way, it's quite exciting. It's true that the age difference has always turned me on, and this guy must have incredibly soft skin. I shake my head to banish these strange thoughts, my cock hard from your blow, and I see you lunge at me, shoving your elbow down my throat. I wince in pain. You hurt, and you really know where to press to inflict maximum suffering. My whole body tenses with pain, which makes it a little easier to take your knee, though it still makes me cough up blood. I know that if I show the slightest weakness, I won't escape. You're ruthless, and I don't think you'll let me live." I quickly block your leg, the knee of which smashed my abs, before raising my other hand to grab your bulge and lift you by your crotch as high as possible before letting you fall back down, my hand on your balls accompanying the movement to crush your crotch once you have fallen to the ground.

DREAM BREAKER:

My wide, nasty smile is soon wiped away from my face as I feel your surprisingly strong fingers wrapping around my bulge and not just squeezing them but lifting me up to the air by them. I groan with a low guttural voice when my back hits the ground forcing the air out of my lungs in one go. But your plans went further. You don´t release your tight grip of my nuts but instead increase the pressure as if you wanted to pop my balls here and now. My body is shaking, convulsing when I feel your fist closing around my nuts, slowly crushing the life out of them. I need to think fast. I lean forward and wrap my arms around your neck, hooking one of my legs between us as I pull you on top of me. I give you a hard headbutt and using my knee as a springboard, I lift your body over mine until I hear you land on your back behind my head.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I thought I was going to get you, your convulsing body even made me smile with pleasure but I see that you still have some fight left, you manage to grab my head and I see my nose moving towards your forehead, I hear an immense shock accompanied by a sinister cracking sound as my nose starts to run down your face, I don't have time to react before you lift me up and throw me over you, letting me land heavily on my back, I groan and clench my teeth in rage and pain, I take advantage of our heads being next to each other to wrap my arm around your throat, blocking you while with my other hand I punch you several times violently right in the nose, feeling the blood flow from my own nose.

DREAM BREAKER:

You are really fast for your age when you immediately grab a tight hold of my throat, choking my windpipe and crushing my nose. I start to struggle to get free of your hold before it's too late. With my strong legs I kick the hard floor trying to move my angle and make it more complicated for you to keep the grip of my throat. All of a sudden I raise my large arms, ball my hands into fist and send them one by one backwards blindly hoping to reach your face with a rough blow. I feel my first blow landing on your bearded face as I aim the second one higher trying to hit your temple or forehead and hoping that be enough for your to release your deadly hold of me.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I manage to break your nose with my repeated punches, but you're young and resilient, and I'm giving it my all, without holding back. I risk exhausting myself too quickly. When you change your angle, I put my free hand down to keep from falling. Seeing that you're hitting me haphazardly, your first blow to my beard makes my head jerk back violently. Even without a long reach, you know how to strike. Your blows might be random, but they're quick and precise, giving the impression of a snake leaping on its prey. Your second blow hits me squarely in the temple, and I release you by rolling on the ground, landing on my back. I struggle to concentrate; I have a horrible ringing in my ear and can barely see what's happening around me. I shake my head, trying to regain my senses. "Damn, who is this guy? Some ex-mercenary or something?"

DREAM BREAKER:

This time I have learned my lesson and I wont give you time to plan anything nasty. I leap up nimbly like a black panther from the ground, and even though blood is streaming down my face, I show no sign of weakness. I press my palm against my nose and, with a crunching sound, pop it back into place as that same mocking smile returns to my face. “Not bad, Grandpa. You’re better than I dared to guess, but not good enough,” I taunt you as I begin to approach your body lying on your back. I kick you in the side, probably breaking a few of your ribs, and move down until I’m next to your hips. I lift my leg and press my heavy combat boot against your bulge, rubbing my heel against your balls and gradually increasing the pressure. “It’s time to end your sex life,” I chuckle and step down with my full weight onto your balls.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I don't even have time to catch my breath before I see you leap to your feet, your face showing no sign of pain. I remember the grimace I must have made when your boot ripped my balls open. I hear a horrible crack and scream again in pain, clutching my nose. I hear you taunting and provoking me. I want to react, but without hesitation, I take several violent kicks to the ribs, feeling you break them, making me cough up even more blood. It's getting harder and harder to retaliate or think straight. I'm still in a daze when I feel the heel of your boot dig into my testicles. I start screaming in agony, almost drowning out your cries and laughter. My hands pound the ground violently, feeling completely unaware, feeling an erection despite the pain this handsome man is inflicting on me.

DREAM BREAKER:

Just as I have decided to crush your balls, I suddenly change my plans as I feel your cock growing, The grandpa is actually enjoying this?. I need to do something else. I want to see your face when you go, when you go for good. I move back to your wide-open spread legs and look at you. "Time to end this!", is all I hiss as I jump on top of you and pin you down against the floor with my 140 kg weight. I feel you struggle and squirm under my body when I thrust my bulge against yours and wrap your throat with my giant hand, starting to strangle you. Your struggle, fight back like crazy as I slowly crush your windpipe and cut your breathing. Your face is turning dark red and slowly blue. "Stop fighting back, Grandpa; it's all over soon, very soon", I wink my eye at you.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I watch in horror as you leap at me, crushing me with your full weight. I almost gasp for air from the impact before your enormous hand clamps my throat. I strike and struggle, but it's no use. The pain intensifies, I can't think straight anymore. I hear those cruel, mocking words, my vision blurs, I feel it's the end, this colossus has won. But I refuse to give in. There's no way I'm going to die here like a common thief. I brace myself, trying to resist for a few seconds. I pull a long, thin knife from my pocket, as sharp as a scalpel, which I'd brought to cut some cables if necessary, but now I have no choice. With my free hand, I try to pull your torso closer to mine and hold you there, then I raise the knife, trying to target your spine as best I can, knowing it's my last hope.

DREAM BREAKER:

 Your face is already starting to turn gray, even though your cock still feels hard against mine. The smile on my face grows wider and wider as I hear your breath fade away and your heart pound in your chest for what will soon be the last time. All of this makes my own cock stiffen in my uniform pants. Suddenly, however, my smile turns into a pained grimace as I feel a sting somewhere in my lower back. It’s not pain that makes me grimace, but rather a kind of electric shock that completely paralyzes me. My grip on your throat loosens, and the color returns to your face. They have a sly look on their faces; you knew exactly where to strike. A moan escapes my lips as I slump limply on top of you. “I CAN’T MOVE!” I scream as I try in vain to lift my legs and arms. I just stare at your face, my head pressed against yours. “What the fuck have you done to me?”

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I feel you finally release me and I breathe heavily, that strangulation having given me a massive erection. I look at you, smiling, my face slowly regaining its color. "I simply targeted a nerve in your back. I usually do that when I see the guy's back, but with practice, I realize I've become quite good." I push you aside to remove your enormous mass of muscle from my body, finally able to breathe again. "The good news is, it's very easy to treat, well, more or less." I stand up, rubbing my throat and making it crack. "The bad news is, I don't intend to let you live.

" I come towards you and take your legs, pulling you towards me, making you feel that despite my fingers on your ankles, you feel absolutely nothing. "Oh yes, and the second piece of bad news: I severed the nerve that connected your limbs, but your torso is still intact and still feels the slightest pain." As if to confirm what I'm saying, I press the heel of my boot against your crotch, pulling your feet hard, wanting to make you scream in pain.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your words sink deep into my consciousness as I realize you’re telling the truth. You’ve severed a nerve, causing me to lose all mobility but not my sensory nerves. I try to struggle, but my massive body doesn’t budge until you drag me by the ankles and mercilessly slam your boot into my groin, grinding your heel into my balls with force. My screams echo through the museum’s marble corridors, but no one is there to hear them. “I’ll kill you, Grandpa, for this! And you can be sure you’ll never get the diamond!”

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

Despite your condition, despite the pain, you remain arrogant and pretentious, you still defy me by calling me grandfather. I remove my boot from between your legs and say, "You know, it's still dark and there's no one around." I straddle you, spreading your arms as if they were trash, then I slowly cut away your guard uniform to finally reveal that magnificent torso I so long to see."

DREAM BREAKER:

 My eyes are bulging out of the sockets as you cut my uniform away, leaving me almost naked on under you. Your eyes narrowing as you scan my body and running your hands on my pecs and abs. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Try to seduce me? Invite me to a candlelit dinner? You pathetic faggot. I will never give you the code to open the door. You will never get the diamond."

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

 In response, I smile and say, "You know, there are two ways to get the code: the gentle way," and then I lick your chest from your navel to the top of your right pectoral muscle, "or the rough way," and then I punch you right in your already broken nose before my hands roam over your body again. "Which do you choose, you little slut?" My hands move down to your briefs, which I spared before tearing them with my knife to reveal a magnificent cock with beautiful, dangling balls. I run my tongue over my lips and look at you again. "I'd prefer the gentler way, and you?"

DREAM BREAKER:

I try to struggle even I know it´s futile. My body doesn´t move an inch. "FUCK YOU. YOU CAN KILL ME BUT YOU WON`T GET TO CODE", I hiss as I see your eyes staring hungry at my cock and balls. I just hope that cutting that nerve left my cock also out of order. "You do what you want but you will leave from here with empty hands. If I were you would run now!" I try to sound confident.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I get on all fours in front of your legs and look at you, "In a few seconds you'll have changed your mind," and then I start to suck you gently, caressing your testicles, making you feel every sensation, showing you that my cut didn't sever that nerve. I continue to make you slightly erect and show you that you belong to me. Whatever you say, you're mine.

DREAM BREAKER:

"FUCK - OH FUCK!" My cock is growning slowly rock hard in your warm mouth as you skillfully play with it. Your fingers rolling my balls stimulating me even more

"What are you trying to do! STOP THAT FAGGOT.. I WILL NEVER SURRENDER," I scream but there are not much I can so as I see you taking my big cock now all the way into your mouth while you fingers wrap tightet around my balls."

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

"Oh yes, you will give up and you'll beg me," I continue sucking you to get you really hard, showing you your enormous erection which I keep sucking while I grab your balls at the base and start squeezing and twisting them, wanting to make you feel both pain and pleasure at the same time, looking at you with a cruel, sadistic expression, thinking that one bite and it'll be all over with this cock you can be so proud of.

DREAM BREAKER:

If I could move now, I would kick your head and snap your neck, but in my situation all I can do is watch and feel , being at your mercy totally. You stretch and twist my big, heavy balls as if you wanted to put the fragile cords in test while you drive my cock to the point it starts leaking precum and throbs in your tight hold. Something is telling me you are not here to give me a blowjob, your intentions are something much darker, much more evil. I swallow deep.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I pull my mouth away from your cock, drooling a little because of its thickness, and say "the codes" in a dry tone before gently sucking your glans.

DREAM BREAKER:

I don't know if my face has expressions, but I attempt to have a nasty grin on it. "If you think I will give you the codes just for getting my cock sucked a bit, you are more delusional than I thought," my low voice is almost whispering. " I have been tortured by REAL MEN before and take my word, they all ended dead, just like you will before the night is over."

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

When you refuse to give me the codes, my heart leaps with joy. I take off my gloves and flash a wide smile that you can't see because I have your glans in my mouth. I start clenching my teeth, gently at first, then harder and harder, while with my hand I pull your balls towards me, plunging my fingers inside, digging my nails in as deep as I can, making you feel like I'm going to rip your glans off with my teeth and your poor balls off with my hand.

DREAM BREAKER:

My thick cock twitches in your mouth as you sink your teeth below the head, increasing the pressure until I feel your teeth digging deep into my glans. I involuntarily squirt precum into your mouth as you start to squeeze my heavy balls, sinking your fingertips and nails deep into their supple flesh as if you wanted to spear them with your fingers. I howl in pain like a wounded wild animal, unable to do anything to save my manhood—of which I have always been so proud—from your deadly grip.

"You don´t have balls to do that. I will never give you the codes", I moan in pain but my voice is shaking now a bit

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I chuckle softly, a wide, sadistic, cruel smile spreading across my face, making you thrust your cock even further between my teeth, without releasing my teeth or fingers, I try to look at you and mutter "the codes." You notice blood starting to trickle down your shaft. I think it's a shame to waste that good juice, but your precum tastes so much better. I feel my fingers drawing closer, almost touching. I wouldn't want to damage your manhood, but for that diamond, I'm ready to do anything.

DREAM BREAKER:

My body starts to shake first, then tremble stronger as you keep on increasing pressure on my balls that are swelling in your cruel hold. My cock is throbbing almost uncontrollably, bleeding in your mouth. I don't know how the hell you do it, but you manage to make me feel the worst pain any man could ever feel, and at the same time you are driving me to the edge where I unwillingly am forced to erupt my load, perhaps my last load, into your sucking mouth. "fuck you", I try to sound brave.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I can feel my canine tooth digging into the frenulum of your glans, making you bleed, and yet you still manage to get hard and even be arrogant. I should be focusing on the mission, but I need my protein fix, and besides, it's not every day you get to suck such a handsome guy. I intensify the twist on your balls, squeezing them, as if I want to make you ejaculate completely, while I start grinding my teeth as if I want to slice your glans. "THE CODE"

DREAM BREAKER:

It is difficult to explain what happens in my mind or why I react the way I do, but when I feel your canines entering into my cock, threatening to bite off my mushroom-shaped cockhead, my body starts to convulse uncontrollably on the ground, making me hit my limp skull against the hard floor. I am sure you can feel my cock expanding in your mouth while my balls attempt to rise inside my sack. You don't let them move a millimeter but instead squeeze them harder. "NO NO NOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH", I scream as my cock erupts in your mouth, shooting thick man cream that fills your mouth instantly. My entire body is trembling in a huge orgasm you are causing to me.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

When I came to steal this diamond, I wasn't thinking about this, this handsome male who is enjoying himself in my mouth, he has no choice, I know how to make every sensation intensely felt, I swallow your good juice without leaving a drop, feeling the blood mix with your sperm, I had never drunk anything so good and I squeeze your balls atrociously to really extract every last drop, once I have finished swallowing everything, I do not release my teeth and I start to dig my nails deeper into your flesh, feeling my fingers touching and the blood starting to flow from your balls, I say nothing but I look at you, knowing that you know what I want and making you understand that this is your last chance to keep your virility intact.

DREAM BREAKER:

You keep on sucking my beaten, defeated cock until the last drop of my man seed enters into your hungry mouth as you squeeze my nuts more. I thought you might release your hold of me once you got my thick load but I am wrong. You want more; you want that code, and I have no doubt you are going to do anything to get it. I swallow, looking at your eyes like trying to find some mercy on them, but nothing. "You are wasting your time. I am not going to give the codes.. EVER"

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I look you straight in the eyes, and all you see is cruelty and sadism. I raise my head a little higher, pulling your already slightly torn glans upward, which intensifies the pain. I insert a finger inside your balls after tearing the flesh and begin to play with the inside. "You'll die if you don't give them to me. You gave me your juice and I loved it, so if you're nice and give me the codes, I'll spare you and you'll never see me again."

DREAM BREAKER:

 I know what you say is not true. I have seen your face, leaving you no other choice than to kill me. But I must play with time, trying to find a way to get out of this before it's too late. "You don't need to go any further. Help me to get my mobility back, and I will open the safe for you. Then you can tie me up, and we can make it look like you surprised me. Deal?"

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I can see you don't believe me, and I don't believe you either when you say you won't say anything if I let you live. I figure I have to escalate things. I pull my mouth away and show you your half-severed glans, then I tear back the skin of your balls a little more to slip two fingers inside, finding one of your testicles to rip off and shove into your mouth while you scream. I put my face close to yours, stare into your eyes, and say, 'So? What about those codes?'"

DREAM BREAKER:

I scream louder than ever before, roar like a mad man, my body convulsing in the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. You shove my ripped naked ball into my mouth knowing my last ball would do the same thing with the other one too. My cock head is hanging in a unnatural angle from my shaft just being attached with a few thin layers of tissue. Your face has a maniac look on it. "8895 - 2252 -6565 -1099 , There you have it. PLEASE let me go now"

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I see you spit out your torn testicle and scream the code. I smile, patting your head, and say, "See, it wasn't too complicated." Then I place my hand on your chest and with the other, I slowly twist your testicles, pulling them out, slowly, very slowly, getting drunk on your cries and moaning with pleasure as if I'm being eaten alive. Once I have what's left of your balls in my hand, I place it between your pecs and head to the safe to enter the code, getting a raging hard-on from your screams. I have to concentrate on the mission, but your wild, animalistic howls are driving me wild. I finish entering the code and see the door swing open, letting me see what I came for.

DREAM BREAKER:

Once more your fingers wrap around my bleeding sack, and snapping the fragile cord of my remaining ball, you tear it off as my screams are filling the empty museum. The pain is so immense it almost leaves me unconscious. Convulsing in the puddle of blood and fragments of torn tissue I try to follow you with my eyes and see you finally coming back again, having the diamond in your hands. I have a bad feeling that you won´t just run away with the diamond, not as long I am alive. "You got what you want, ruined me. Now GO! RUN while you can!", I mumble my words between my teeth.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I have the diamond in my hands, my mission went fairly quickly, and there are still quite a few hours before the relief arrives, why not take advantage of it? I place the diamond beside you, undo my pants, and pull out a huge, hard 25cm cock. I gently stroke it, watching you suffer, your balls ripped off and your cock barely hanging on. I kneel between your legs, easily spreading them apart before taking your cock in my hand and pulling it out, taking advantage of your cries of pain to shove it in your mouth. "Shut up, you're screaming too loud." Then I shove my fingers into the hole where your crotch used to be, the one you were so proud of, to break any bones that might be there before lubricating my cock with your blood and fucking you like a woman, staring at you, almost drooling with obscene pleasure. "So, bitch, you like it?"

DREAM BREAKER:

It’s as if you’ve carefully rehearsed every move beforehand, as you grab my damaged cock with a firm grip and, with a single twisting yank, rip my once-mighty cock from between my legs. My body shakes as I scream in your face from pain and despair, blood spurting from the hole where my cock was just a moment ago. But you haven’t stopped. Your fingers push into the hole and shatter my cartilaginous pubic joint, to which the suspensory ligaments of my cock are attached. I feel the veins in my neck and temples nearly bursting as you shove your massive cock inside me through the new opening, crushing my prostate with every thrust as you rape me. I scream until my voice is hoarse, hoping it will all be over soon.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I love fucking the pussy of a guy I've just wrecked, and doing it while looking at the biggest diamond in front of me is a unique feeling, and I want to savor it for as long as possible. Your endless cries of pain excite me so much. I see you sweating profusely while you know your life is about to end, but you're a giant; you'll withstand a few more thrusts. I rape you without the slightest pity, taking my time, then I take out my little knife again, the one that was so useful for severing the necessary nerve, and I make a hole in your magnificent abs. "I'm really afraid of getting a piece of bone in my throat; I'd rather change areas," I cut you gently and precisely, showing great surgical precision despite the situation, making a hole to reach your stomach directly before I withdraw my cock from your bloody hole to rape the hole in your belly, wanting to spill my seed inside you.

DREAM BREAKER:

Just when I think you’re going to spare me as you pull your cock out of my new hole, you slice a clean cut across my lower abdomen. The hole where my cock was earlier starts spurting blood again, gushing like a geyser as you shove your throbbing cock straight into my stomach. My eyes bulge to the point of bursting, and my muffled scream escapes from my foam-covered mouth. "I’m being killed with a meat dagger! - PLEASE KILL ME - I CANNOT STAND THIS ANY LONGER!"

Each time you thrust your throbbing cock into my stomach, a giant shower of blood and broken tissues spurt out of the hole in my groin making me weaker and weaker. "Kill me man!"

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

Your screams and pleas are having too much of an effect on me. I wanted to continue for much longer, but the distress and fear in your voice make me ejaculate inside you without restraint, growling like a rabid animal as you feel your stomach fill while your blood drains away. Once I've emptied myself completely, I stand up and pull up my blood-stained pants to get dressed, leaving my cock covered in blood and semen. 'Luckily I anticipated this; I left way too much DNA on him.' I take a small red plastic container out of my bag and start pouring the contents over you, the smell reminding you of burning gasoline. Then I take out a lighter and crouch down beside your body, soaked in blood, urine, and gasoline. 'You were useful. Thanks for the code and the oil change.'" And then I light the petrol which ignites immediately, burning your entire body while there are still a few sparks of life left in you, wanting to burn you alive to get away while getting drunk on your cries of pain, as if I were listening to a porno.

DREAM BREAKER:

Through my fear and pain, I can see and smell what’s on your mind as you take a small canister from your bag and douse me with fuel. The stinging gasoline runs into my wounds, down into my stomach, while my eyes watch as you reach into your pocket for a cigarette lighter. The yellow-red flames illuminate the dimly lit room like a giant torch. I feel myself burning simultaneously from the inside and out as thick, smoldering flesh fills the enclosed space with dense smoke. My screams quickly fade as my body turns to charred coal. I hear the fire alarms ringing and the automatic sprinkler system activating in the ceiling. Then the sounds fade, everything goes dark... there is nothing.

LUKE FRYER-SULLIVAN:

I'm already far away when I hear your screams stop and the fire alarm kick in. With a mess like this, they'll never be able to trace it back to me. I leave the museum through the same window I came in through, knowing that at this hour the little park is empty and closed. I walk calmly towards the gate I'd left open, my thoughts recalling the wonderful moment I just experienced and that guard, so beautiful, so powerful, whom I was able to destroy and kill. I walk to my car with tinted windows, making sure no one is watching, and I place the diamond in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt. Then I sit next to him and hold the steering wheel with both hands, looking at the diamond. "You, I'm going to call you Alex," I say, and then I start the engine, laughing like a madman, driving away from this place that has witnessed the worst horrors.

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