THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
Chat room: #BARBARUS
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A worldwide organization of men trained for violent, bloody, and even deadly combat. Their competence is indicated by their qualifications, from the lowest to the highest, reserved for an elite.
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Officer Bolt:
The famous MuscleMarine. I watch his ripped body as he undresses and steps into the shower, his cock—which is bigger than many men’s hard-ons even when flaccid—swinging from side to side. I watch from the shadows. Tonight is his last, though he doesn’t know it. Yet.
You wash your short hair as the shower water lashes your head. The best moment to open the shower stall door and step in behind you... I grab the showerhead from the rack and wrap the hose around your neck, pressing my knee into your lower back. “Greetings from the brother of your last victim.”
MuscleMarine:
I feel a cold cord wrap around my neck as I am under the running water - a stinging feeling that snaps tight at my neck and pulls me backwards unexpectedly. At first panic takes over almost instantly, paralyzing me for a second. But once I regain my focus... 'this is an ambush... but who?' I think to myself, I snap into action and slam a hard elbow to the body almost glued to my back. I land on some hard ribs and by the feel of it, it is a huge guy, maybe taller than me.
It is only when I land my hit, and rattle my attacker that I feel the cord around my neck loosen and I am able to spin around to face him. "YOU. AGAIN?" It was that officer that doesn't seem to know how to get off my case. "WHAT VICTIM?" As you pull back, dropping the metal cord, I see your eyes still glued at me, and more specifically at my swinging cock.
Officer Bolt:
You move quickly and don’t hesitate for a moment about what to do, and soon we’re face to face. My gaze scans your wet body and stops to stare at your cock between your legs, until I finally lift my gaze back to your face and grab hold of your balls as your heavy cock rests against my hand. “So you still remember me? That’s good, but unfortunately this meeting will be the last time you see me.” I squeeze your balls and push your wet body against the shower stall wall with my shoulder. “Maybe this will refresh your memory,” I murmur as I press my forehead against your face.
MuscleMarine:
Instinctively, but in pain from that ball-grab, I raise my hands and clap your ears, ringing you. "You just dont know when to stop." I snatch the maleable metal cord from your other hand and flick it around your neck, locking it tight. I tug on it and watch it tighten more and more, choking you like you wanted to do to me. Looking in your eyes, I smile as I feel your grip on my balls loosen and your hand drop.
Officer Bolt:
My eyes widen and then almost roll in my head as the shockwave hits my ears. My knees buckle and I let go of your balls, and before I can react in any way, a metal wire sinks into my neck, cutting off my breath instantly. Slowly, leaning against the glass shower stall wall, I begin to sink to my knees, desperately trying with my fingers to loosen the wire around my throat. My hand clenches into a fist, and I slam it with all my might between your strong pecs, trying to crush your sternum.
MuscleMarine:
As you drop to your knees, your neck in a tight constricting noose, your jaw drops open trying to breathe in deeply. I smile. "Is that an invite?" As I step forward towards you, my dick swinging wildly.
I grab it at the base with a free hand and slide it into your open gapping mouth. I shove it in deep, until I feel my balls at your scratchy beard. I loosen slightly the metal noose around your neck and watch you suffocate from my inches stuffed in you rather than the metal constraint.
Officer Bolt:
My ears are still ringing, and I can’t hear your words clearly, but I can guess what you’re planning to do, and by the time you shove your cock deep down my throat, I realize I understood you correctly. Even though the grip of the metal wire around my throat loosens slightly, your thick cock is blocking my breath. The pressure in my head is building, and I desperately try to push you away, only to feel your wet cock pushing deeper. I start pounding your legs with my fists in desperation.
MuscleMarine:
"Tsk tsk. Shhhh. Relax. Enjoy it..." Knowing you are losing your mind, your air and soon... your consciousness. I hold your head tighter, pushing your nose into my freshly washed pubes. I watch you struggle and fight it as you try to lound my thighs. "No use fighting... it will soon be over."
Officer Bolt:
I struggle to stay conscious as your cock starts throbbing in my throat, making it even harder for me to breathe. This can’t go on. My fists pound your body blindly, trying to make you back off and loosen your grip. My vision starts to blur as I panic-strickenly swallow your leaking cock.
MuscleMarine:
To make things worse, I decide to step forward, bending your head back still stuffes with my cock. Your neck now in a brutally painful angle and your arms, no matter how you throw them, cannot land on anything right. Forcing your ass onto your bent legs, your whole torso also folds backwards too. You hear me laugh loudly in the shower area, my voice echoing in the empty space.
Officer Bolt:
I struggle in vain, realizing that my situation is only getting worse by the second. My spine and neck are bent to the limit by your cock and the metal wire around my neck, ensuring that I can’t fill my lungs with air. My blows and thrusts grow weaker until finally I just cling loosely to your thighs, hoping you’ll free me from this before it’s too late.
MuscleMarine:
All the while, deep in your throat, my cock has been thickening and hardening, choking you. I lift my arms, letting go of the metal cord around your neck, and start flexing my huge guns. Although not as big as yours, they are still impressive and still alive, unlike you now. I laugh as I feel my cock vibrate in you. "Fuck man... even in death you are gonna make me cum... just like every time." And I start grunting as I fill your throat with my load - although not a big one since I had already pumped most of it before my shower. This only adds more to your suffocating state.
Officer Bolt:
Just as I feel the metal wire slip from my neck, giving me a tiny spark of hope that I might be saved at the last moment, you fill my throat—which has clamped tightly around your cock—with your thick load, making me cough and reflexively swallow your warm cum. My body begins to twitch uncontrollably as my vision finally goes dark, and I eventually collapse limp against your thighs, your cock still dripping its last drops into my mouth
MuscleMarine:
I pull my cock out of your mouth slowly, and watch my cum bubble in your cavity, with your head pulled back, face pointing upwards. I grab your head tight with both hands... "Fuck, they never can swallow right." And with one swift move, I snap your neck to one side with a loud crack, then drop your whole limp body to the floor of the tiled shower stall. "Pathetic."
Officer Bolt:
"Don't do tha.." DEAD
Published: 7 days ago, viewed 72 times.
Prime Pete
5 days agoDaaannnnggg that's a rough ending! MuscleMarine really took it to that huge cop.
Freaker
5 days agoA short but striking scene with a nasty little revenge setup. The shower setting gives the whole confrontation a tense, dangerous intimacy, and Officer Bolt’s attack immediately creates a sense of payback waiting to happen. What makes it fun is the sudden reversal: MuscleMarine feels calm, brutal and almost impossible to shake once he takes control. It is a sharp visual setting, and that ruthless The High Table flavor.
The board members.
Dream Breaker
6 days agoMax, you should take it easy. You left quite a mess in the shower stall! Hahaha. Well, on the other hand, boys will be boys.
BraveAjay
6 days agoNamaste - नमस्ते, I have seen MuscleMarine once in the shower too. The view was deadly. He he he. Thank you for sharing your story on The Shelter.
THE STEPHEN
6 days agodamn - that musclemarine is brutal - fuck