THE HIGH TABLE

 

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The air in the basement bar was thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and heavy leather. I leaned my back against the brick pillar near the edge of the neon-soaked dance floor, nursing a whiskey. At 31, standing 5’10" and a solid, tattooed 202 lbs, I was used to drawing eyes. My chest and arms were a roadmap of ink, wrapping over my ripped shoulders and down to where my skin tight black leather jeans clung to my hips, tucked into heavy, steel toed boots.​But then the crowd parted near the entrance, and you walked in.​My breath caught in my throat. You were massive. Easily 6'2" a towering 221 lbs of solid, blonde haired fury. You were topless too your chest sculpted like marble, your short blonde hair catching the red glow of the neon lights. Your rough, handsome face carried the faint, hard edge of a seasoned fighter. And just like me, you were wearing nothing but skin tight leather jeans and heavy boots.​Our eyes locked instantly across the crowded room. There was no casual glance, no polite looking away. It was a collision.​I felt a sudden violent surge of heat rush straight to my crotch. My blood went roaring through my veins. It wasn't just raw lust; it was the unmistakable, intoxicating thrill of recognizing a fellow predator. The primal urge to fight to dominate and be dominated, hit me like a physical blow. I looked down my gaze tracking the tight line of your leather jeans, and I saw it immediately a massive, rock hard bulge straining desperately against the heavy leather tenting the leather.​A smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. You noticed my gaze, and your eyes dropped to my own crotch. The leather of my jeans was stretched to its absolute limit my own rock hard cock throbbing, thick and undeniable.​You didn't hesitate. You marched straight through the crowd your heavy boots thudding against the floorboards.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The sheer mass of you loomed over me as you stopped just inches away. I didn't back down. I stepped forward, letting my tattooed chest press directly against yours. The heat radiating off your skin was electric.​"You're a big boy" I growled my voice low and rough, my eyes drilling into yours. "But I bet you break easy."​"You want to try me tattoo?" your voice was a deep gravelly purr that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "I’ve crushed guys bigger than you. But you’ve got a mouth on you. I like that."​"I don't just talk blonde" I said my chest heaving against yours, our hard bulges brushing together through the thick leather. The friction was excruciatingly hot, making my head spin. "There's a quiet alley right out the back door. No gloves. Just fists."​You leaned in closer, your hot breath brushing against my ear. "And what are we playing for? Because a body like yours shouldn't go to waste."​"Knockout decides it" I whispered back my heart hammering against my ribs. "Simple stakes. The loser gets fucked. Right there in the dirt. No mercy."​A dark hungry grin spread across your handsome face. "You've got a deal, beautiful. I'm going to love putting you on your back."​"We'll see who ends up face down" I muttered turning toward the heavy steel exit door at the back of the bar.​We walked side by side our shoulders brushing, our heavy boots echoing in unison. Every step made the agonizing pressure in my leather pants grow tighter. We pushed open the heavy door, stepping out into the cool, damp air of the dark back alley.​I turned to face you, raising my fists, my knuckles itching for the impact. You mirrored my stance your massive chest expanding as you took a deep breath of the night air, your eyes locked onto mine with lethal, erotic intent.​"Let's see what you've got AlphaEd" I growled.

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: As soon as I entered the macho sweat stinking sneezy bar full of hard mainly drunk hung men I saw you gazing back at me. Got to give it too you that tatted bare chested bulge , your package straining, your boots jet black , the metal tips pointed and polished I knew this was the time to face you, fight you, take you down for once and for all. This was the only way to settled what was so obviously between us-both determined to dominate. I followed you into the dark, hard walled, dead end court yard- with hard rough bricked walls and slimy slab street floor-with signs of blood, dried man excretion and an occasional ripped clothing and metal accessories left behind -no doubt from previous losers. I look you up and down, impressed I have to admit, by the mass of tattoos all over your chest and arms, and no doubt further down as well. I surge of heat in my core makes my dick swell, my balls twitch. I throw my leather jacket on the floor- legs apart -fists in clenched ready for the first move. “As I said yah dirty fucker back in the bar-time has come to teach you the lesson of yah fucking life mate. Yes you see -6ft 2, 220lbs , 19 biceps, 32 waist, 49 chest pure smooth muscled, with the occasional scar “. We fight mate, NHB, no limits except what each of us noted when we set this up – to knock out or submission. The winner takes all and I mean all! I stare at you, gives a middle finger, ready to destroy you. I feel sweat dripping down my pecs, to my abs, and into my bulge, which always makes me feel a further surge of man energy, power, testosterone flows. I tighten my fists- swipe the hard stone with my boots, like a stallion about to fight . “Give you one only privilege mate-you to start, coz after that it is downhill all the way-come fight yah fucking bastard!"

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd:

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: Your words cut through the damp alley air, dripping with pure, unadulterated arrogance. I watched you throw your leather jacket to the slimy stone floor, your massive 6'2" frame mapping out the space like a king claiming his territory. Looking at you stood there legs spread wide, fists clenched, nineteen-inch biceps flexing under the dim glow of the alley light it was a hell of a sight. The sweat was already slicking your smooth, scarred chest, running down the valleys of your abs and disappearing into the waistband of your straining leather jeans.​Seeing that massive bulge of yours, tenting the heavy leather just like mine, made my chest tighten. The raw testosterone in the air was so thick I could practically taste it. My blood was boiling, my own thick hard throbbing cock pulsing hard against my zipper as I stared back into your cocky eyes.​You thought you had me figured out. You thought giving me the first blow was a favour.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: "You talk a massive game for a guy who's about to end up on his back Ed" I growled my voice matching the gravel in yours.​I didn't waste another second. I didn't need to be told twice.​I dug the steel tips of my boots into the slimy, wet slabs of the courtyard and lunged forward. I closed the distance between us in a fraction of a second, aiming a devastating, heavy right hook straight for your handsome, smirking jaw.​You were fast for your size, slipping your head to the left, but my knuckles still grazed your cheek, drawing a sudden, hot line of crimson. The sheer momentum of my charge brought our bare chests crashing together with a heavy, fleshy thud. The impact was electric. The heat radiating off your smooth skin burned against mine, the friction of our sweat-slicked pecs grinding together as we locked up in a tight, desperate clinch.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: ​"First blood to me blondie" I hissed into your ear, my teeth bared, my arm wrapping around your thick neck to try and drag your head down.​Our leather clad thighs clashed, our rock hard packages smashing together through the thick material of our jeans with a bruising, agonizingly hot pressure. I could feel every inch of your rigid length straining against mine, a brutal reminder of exactly what was on the line here. This wasn't just a fight it was a desperate battle to see who would claim the ultimate prize of complete, humiliating dominance over the other.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: ​"You shouldn't have given me the first shot blondie" I growled.​Before the last word even left my lips, I exploded forward.​My steel tipped boots found perfect traction on the slimy stone slabs. I didn't just lunge; I drove off my back leg with every ounce of power I possessed. You expected a standard, wild swing, but I slipped low, ducking right under your high, cocky guard.​Crack!.......​My left fist buried itself deep into your solar plexus, the impact of my knuckles sinking into your rock hard abs. The air rushed out of your lungs in a violent, choked gasp. Before you could even register the pain I pivoted on my heel, bringing my right hook over the top. It connected with devastating, bone rattling force right against your handsome jaw.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: Your head snapped back, your eyes glazing over for a split second as the sheer force of the blow staggered you. Your massive 221 lb frame lurched backward.​I didn't give you a single second to recover. I crowded you immediately, using my shoulder to drive right into your chest, forcing you back, step after agonizing step, until you hit the rough, cold brick wall with a heavy, hollow thud.​I slammed my body flush against yours, pinning you to the bricks.​The heat radiating between us was absolute fire. My tattooed chest pressed hard against your smooth, sweat slicked pecs, our heavy breathing mingling in the cold air. But the real dominance was lower down. I ground my hips forward, burying my massive, rock hard bulge straining to the point of pain against the tight leather of my jeans directly against yours. The friction of our locked packages, hard as steel pipes and trapped in skin tight leather, sent a jolt of raw, electric lust straight to my brain.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: I reached up, my tattooed fingers gripping your jaw in a vice-like hold, forcing your face up so you had to look me dead in the eyes. A dark smear of blood was already leaking from your split lip, dripping down onto your chin.​"You're big Ed" I whispered my voice dripping with pure, dominant satisfaction, my face inches from yours. "But you're slow. And now you're mine."​I could feel your chest heaving against mine your heart hammering like a trapped bird. Even staggered and pinned, your bulge throbbed violently against mine, your eyes burning with a mixture of shock, fury, and a deep, helpless arousal at being completely overpowered.​You tried to raise your massive 19 inch biceps to throw me off, but I jammed my forearms against your collarbones, locking you down against the wall, completely controlling your weight.​"Let's see how long those big muscles keep you conscious" I growled, pulling my fist back to deliver another crushing blow, ready to break you down to the dirt.

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: I stagger backwards as I try to face your blows. My lip stings as blood drips down my now sweaty hot chest. “You son of a fucking bitch-“ as I stagger up, holding a ring in the wall which must have been used way back to tie up horses. I manage to steady myself in spite of the raging pain- lunges forward slamming you backwards against the opposite wall. I stare at you for a second and goes ever hard seeing your drenched body-your look of utter rage-. I get a hand across your throat-slams yah head against the wall and as I slams my knee up deep in your crotch I bring my fist down hard on your nose, hearing a crack. “Now fucker you thought you had me- so wrong -get out of this matey”

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The impact of my head cracking against the cold brick wall made my vision explode into a shower of white sparks. Before I could even blink, your knee drove straight up into my crotch. The blunt force smashed directly against my ultra sensitive, rock hard bulge, sending a sickening, white hot throb of agonizing pleasure pain radiating deep into my gut.​Then your heavy fist collided with my face. Crack!.... My nose fractured, and hot, metallic blood immediately flooded down over my lips and chin. You grinned leaning your massive weight into the hand pressed against my throat, expecting me to crumble.​But you underestimated what pain does to me. Instead of breaking me, the agony ignited a savage, feral rage.​"Not... fucking... likely" I choked out through the blood in my mouth.​With a burst of adrenaline, my hands shot up like lightning. I clamped my tattooed fingers onto your wrist, ripping your choking grip off my throat with raw, desperate strength. Before you could react, I spit a mouthful of hot blood directly into your eyes, blinding you for a crucial split second.​Then I unleashed absolute hell.​My fist became a blur of rock hard, unyielding muscle. I fired a devastating right hook that crashed directly into your jaw, rattling your teeth and snapping your head sideways. I followed up instantly with a brutal left straight to your mouth, splitting your lip even further and spraying red onto the slimy stones.​"Get out of this you bastard!" I roared.​You staggered backward blinded and dazed, but I didn't give you an inch of breathing room. I pursued you like a starving predator, my fists raining down in a relentless calculated barrage. I threw a heavy looping right that caught you on the side of the head, then shifted my level to target your body with vicious, rib cracking intentions. Thud!....

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: Thud!....Thud!....​I drove a sickening left hook deep into your ribs, followed by a straight right that buried itself into your solar plexus, stealing whatever breath you had left. You gasped your massive chest heaving, but I was already moving. I stepped inside your guard throwing a short, brutal punch straight into your kidney, and immediately pivoted to drive a devastating hook into your liver.​The liver shot folded you. Your eyes went wide, your 6'2" frame buckling as you clutched your midsection, gasping in agony.​I grabbed you by your blonde hair, pulling your face down to meet my rising knee, returning the favor right to your jaw. You stumbled back against the wet brick wall, your chest drenched in sweat and blood, your breathing a ragged, desperate wheeze.​I stood in front of you my chest heaving, blood dripping from my broken nose, but my erection was still throbbing violently against the tight leather of my jeans. I glared at you through swollen eyes, a dark, victorious grin spreading across my bloody face.​"You're going down Ed" I panted raising my crimson stained fists. "And you're going to like what happens next."

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: I lie there in complete agony and yet still hard looking up at you as I see your broken nose now crocked- swollen-your eyes show macho testosterone flowing agro, which results in me feeling a surge of energy and lust -as I drag my self up again by that faithful horse ring-stagger and then seeing you stand before me I manage to rush you bring you down on your back, your head slams against the hard courtyard floor, using the rugger tackle from my still weekly rugby match. I crawl on top of you, sits on your crotch, my ass feeling your hard sword, and punch you in the nose yet again. “So you were thinking you had me fucker- perhaps down but not out yet- fucking beast”!

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The impact of hitting the hard courtyard floor rattled my spine, and that second punch directly to my already broken nose made my vision blur with a blinding flash of white light. I could taste the heavy, metallic flow of my own blood pouring down my throat. For a split second, you thought you had me pinned under your massive 221 lb frame, sitting right on my crotch, our hard bulges grinding together through the sweat soaked leather.​But they don't call me the Brawler for nothing. My endurance and raw, brute power aren't just for show.​As you smirked down at me calling me a "fucking beast" a savage surge of pure, primal adrenaline exploded through my muscles. I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care about the blood.​I locked my boots onto the slimy stone slabs bridging my hips with terrifying, explosive strength. I gripped your massive 19 inch biceps with a vice like hold anchoring you to me, and with a roar of pure, unadulterated testosterone, I threw my weight to the side.​With incredible raw power, I literally tossed your heavy 221 lb frame right off of me.​You crashed hard onto the slick wet slabs beside me. Before you could even register the shock of being thrown like a ragdoll I was already scrambling up, my stamina keeping my movements lightning fast despite the brutal beating we'd both taken.​I threw myself back on top of you, pinning your thick, tattooed shoulders to the slimy ground. I drove my knee heavily into your midsection right where I’d tenderized your liver earlier, pinning you down with my full weight. My face was a bloody swollen mess, my crooked nose dripping crimson right onto your sweat drenched chest, but my eyes were wild, dark, and completely dominant.​I ground my hips down hard, letting you feel the massive, rock hard bulge in my leather jeans crushing against yours.​"You think a rugby tackle is going to keep me down Ed?"

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: I growled my voice a deep, bloody rasp. I raised my fist high, my knuckles split and dripping. "I've survived worse than you in my sleep. You're in my world now."

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: "Um dude you have exposed yourself as you mentioned your split knuckles-so here goes" as I grab that knuckled hand- then the other hand-roll you around smashes your face agaisnt the wall -gets you in a double nelson and repeatedly slams one fist over your now wide open knuckles feeling the blood gush out. " Now I don't think this is in your dreams mate it is the real hard truth " as I give those knuckles another hand chop POW

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The raw, burning agony in my hands registered before I could even process your words. You had spotted the split, bloody skin over my knuckles, and with a ruthless, fighter's instinct, you seized your opportunity.​Before I could pull back, your massive hands clamped around mine like steel cuffs. The sheer leverage of your weight took over as you rolled me onto my stomach, driving my face hard into the cold, rough brick wall. I grunted, the impact rattling my jaw, but before I could recover, your arms threaded under my armpits and locked behind my neck a crushing, inescapable full nelson.​My head was pinned forward, and my hands were trapped, exposed and helpless.​Smash!....​Your fist came down like a hammer directly onto my raw, split knuckles. A white hot spike of agony shot straight up my arms, making me cry out against the brick. The blood gushed fresh, hot and sticky, dripping down onto the damp stone below.​"Now I don't think this is in your dreams mate it is the real hard truth" you growled in my ear your hot breath sending a sick thrill through my pain muddled brain.​POW!....​A heavy hand chop slammed right across the ruined skin of my hands. My breath hitched, a desperate gasp tearing from my throat as my vision swam. The pain was blinding, but underneath the agony, the friction of your heavy, leather-clad thighs pressing hard against the back of mine was electric. Even pinned, bleeding, and caught in your brutal grip, the primal, erotic charge of this brawl was keeping me rock hard, my bulge crushed painfully against the cold stone floor.​I gritted my teeth, tasting my own sweat and blood. You had me locked down, but I was still breathing, still fighting, and far from finished.

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: Um I have you now where I want you, slumped , pinned, fist blows all over and yet you still retain that macho testosterone flowing awesome shredded bod. I tent, my cock seeping pre -sweat nearly blinds me- as I stand over you pondering how to get this finished. A second later a surge of overwhelming power comes over me as I leans down , drags you to your feet by your hair, drag you across the dark, menacing alley way.. I get my arms around your waist , yank you up against me ,press you agaisnt the wall. Then , with one hand pressing agaisnt your throat choking you, I first raise the other fist and slam it down hard -yes again in your face, feeling that broken nose squash. " Say your prayers mate coz here goes" as I slam your head hard agaisnt the wall with one hand while delivering blow after blow to your stomach (after all let's not forget this is a fist fight). Not satisfied with this, I stomp on your stomach bringing you down on your back, your head slams again the wall. I finish you off with an almighty punch in your groin as I see you slump down- " I see the end matey"

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The agony in my hands was white hot, but as you dragged me by my hair across the slick, dark alleyway, the sheer desperation of the moment triggered a final, explosive rush of survival instinct. You yanked me up against the opposite wall, your hand clamping around my throat to choke the remaining air out of my lungs. Smash!.....Your heavy fist collided with my face, squashing my broken nose and sending a violent explosion of red and white behind my eyes. My head rattled against the bricks, but instead of fading out, the sheer brutality of the blow locked my focus into a razor sharp, lethal point. "Say your prayers mate coz here goes" you growled. You pinned me and began raining heavy, bareknuckle blows into my stomach. Thud!....Thud!.... Thud!.... The wind was completely battered out of me, my abs taking a savage pounding. But while your concentration was entirely focused on destroying my midsection, you left your upper guard completely wide open. This was my only shot. The ultimate gambler's throw. Ignoring the agony in my split, bleeding knuckles, I dug my boots into the wet stone and channelled every single ounce of my remaining power, endurance, and brute brawler strength into my right arm. As you brought your heavy boot up to deliver that final, crushing stomp to my stomach, I lunged forward into the blow, using your own momentum against you. At the exact microsecond your heavy boot slammed into my midsection, driving me downward, my right fist exploded upward in a devastating, roaring counter uppercut straight to the point of your handsome, sweat slicked jaw. CRACK!....The sound of our final blows connecting echoed through the dead end courtyard like a gunshot. The force of your boot shattered my balance, sending me crashing flat onto my back, my head hitting the slimy stone slabs as darkness immediately closed in around the edges of my vision. But my punch had landed with flawless, bone shattering precision. Your eyes instantly rolled back, the lights turning

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: off in your brain as your massive 6’2” frame completely lost all structural integrity. We went down at exactly the same time. You collapsed forward like a felled oak tree, your heavy, 221 lb body crashing directly on top of me. We lay there in the damp, dark alley, completely knocked out cold, draped over one another on the cold courtyard floor. Even in unconsciousness, our sweat drenched, ripped bodies were locked together, our rock hard packages still pressed tight against each other through the blood stained leather jeans a brutal, completely even draw where neither man could claim the throne. Ooooooooofffffff!!....

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: THE NARRATOR

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: A few hours passed and no one knew in the bar next to the locked door leading out to the dark alley and the manager heard silence. They unlocked the door to find the twomachoopeonents knocked out on top of one another. They were drenched in sweat , their cooks exposed , bruised wiht signs of broken limbs. "Chuck 'em in the waste skip in the street nearby -serves the fuckers right, fighting outside my bar!"

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: I came round, my body drenched in sweat to find the Brawler under me out cold. I then heard the noise of a huge truck-managed to drag my self to the rim of the skip and saw it was coming towards us. I shook Brawler "wake up mate we got to get out of here " No response- so I got my arms under his pits and managed to drag him up to the rim of the skip and we dropped down onto the hard street below. I got up , saw he was still out cold, heaved him over my shoulder and got out of danger-the dark night making it hard to see. I still felt his sweat drenched body heavy on me, which roused me, realising what a hunk i had weighing me down. A renewed surge of testosterone flowed though my body - OMG he is so hot.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The sudden, violent impact of my body hitting the hard asphalt of the street shocked my nervous system back to life. My eyes flew open, but my vision was a blurry, distorted mess of dark shadows and flashing streetlights. Every single muscle in my body felt like it had been run over by a freight train. My broken nose was throbbed to the beat of my racing heart, and my split knuckles burned like fire. The last thing I remembered was our fists connecting at the exact same microsecond, and then the lights going out. Now I was being hoisted up, my 202 lbs frame draping heavily over a massive, solid shoulder. I could feel the familiar, rough heat of your sweat slicked skin burning through my dazed senses. You were carrying me, your heavy boots thudding against the pavement as you hauled us away from the roaring engine of the garbage truck behind us. “Ed...?” I choked out my voice nothing more than a bloody, gravelly whisper against your back. Even completely battered, bruised, and operating on pure survival instinct, the physical contact was intoxicating. Hanging over your broad shoulder, my chest was pressed flat against your massive, nineteen inch biceps and sculpted upper back. The raw, primal scent of your sweat, leather, and dried blood filled my nose, hitting me like a shot of pure adrenaline. Despite the blinding pain wracking my body, I could feel a familiar, heavy heat pooling right back in my groin. My thick bulge still trapped in the skin tight leather jeans, throbbed violently against your back with every step you took. I managed to hook my tatted arms weakly around your thick neck, holding on as you carried us deeper into the safety of the dark night.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: We had both taken the absolute limit of what our bodies could handle, ending the brawl in a brutal, mutual knockout, but as I felt the powerful rise and fall of your chest beneath me, I knew the heat between us hadn’t settled a damn thing. “You... you crazy bastard” I panted into your shoulder, a faint, bloody smirk tugging at my split lips. “You actually pulled us out.”

SweatAlpha_aka_AlphaEd: "Yes mate I did it was that or the waste mincer" . I continue to give you support as I feel your huge sweat covered body start o recover and respond to me. After a near hour struggling through the dark street s we get back to my place. "How's about we take a shower, wash yo down and the take you to the bedroom" We wash each other getting ever closer ,showing to each their respective huge muscle fit bodies till I lift your huge bulk up in my arms and take you to my bedroom and drop you down on the black satin sheets. " Mate the fight is over, we both showed our awesome prowess and power- I saved us from an untimely death, now let's show each other our sexual prowess as I press down on you, arching you up in my arms -what now dude " as I smiles.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: The cool water of the shower had washed away the grime, the blood, and the alleyway filth, but it did absolutely nothing to cool down the white hot tension between us. Seeing your massive, 6’2” frame standing naked in the steam your 49 inch chest and 19 inch biceps gleaming under the light made every injury in my body completely fade into the background. When you lifted me up in your arms, carrying my 202 lb body effortlessly into the bedroom, a shiver of pure surrender ran down my spine. You dropped me onto the cool, black satin sheets, the dark fabric a stark contrast against my tattooed skin. You pressed your heavy weight down over me, arching me up in your powerful arms, that handsome, bruised face of yours wearing a victorious smile. “Mate the fight is over, we both showed our awesome prowess and power I saved us from an untimely death, now let’s show each other our sexual prowess as I press down on you, arching you up in my arms what now dude?” I looked up at you, my hands reaching up to grip your thick shoulders, my thumbs digging into your heavy muscles. The competitive rage of the alleyway had completely transformed into a consuming, primal lust. “Now” I growled softly a dark grin spreading across my face as I pulled your head down toward mine “you claim your prize, and I show you exactly what a brawler does when he’s finally met his match.” We stayed there for days in raptured man sex, completely locked away from the world, exploring every inch of each other’s massive, bruised physiques until the lines between winner and loser were completely obliterated.

The_Tattooed_muscle_Brawler: