THE HIGH TABLE

DREAM BREAKER:

I am not usually called in to investigate individual incidents unless they are in some way exceptional. My methods were not well-regarded; they were criticized as immoral, brutal, and irresponsible. But if I was called in, I was always given complete freedom to act, and the person being interrogated often did not survive the interrogation. The cases were not documented, they were not reported, they had never happened. It was a matter of the safety of the marine unit, matter of national security.

The case concerned the death of a sergeant. There is nothing particularly unusual about that in itself, but when the sergeant—who was an elite soldier trained and specialized in amphibious operations, rapid-response operations, and overseas deployments—was assaulted, raped, and ultimately brutally murdered on our own base, it was decided that I should be called in to investigate the matter. The Marines were concerned about the sergeant’s secret life as a male escort. This couldn’t leak out; it had to be handled discreetly and quickly. The Marines’ reputation was at stake.

All the trails seemed to lead to one and the same person: MUSCLE MARINE.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I was ambushed, caught off-guard, by two big muscular cops. They didn’t really look like the usual civil protection cops – trained they were, they had more of a military presence. And that only took me back to when I was in the Marines. ‘But why was I being apprehended? Could it be?’ I think to myself. After all these years? Who was brave enough to re-open the cold cases and dive into that dirty world of the underground of the Corps?

Let me explain things and put them in perspective. I am a retired Marine, or so I claim to everyone that asked. The reality is I was discharged for unorthodox actions I took against my superiors – but for good reason I assure you. After I found out the sargent of my division was more than just a vile superior order-throwing-around asshole… he was a double-agent working also for the cross-atlantic enemy, but also a major secret escort player. The guy was an expert in disguise, concealment and was working for the opposing team meanwhile training the best squad ever.

And here I was, being dragged from room to room in this underground secretly protected facility… obviously to be questioned, yet again. They place me on a metal chair in a large square room with hard large concrete walls. A metal table in front of me, to which they placed my hands in cuffs linked to it – they really think those will keep me in place? But, anyway, I decide to play and along and see where this all leads.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Strip him. TOTALLY NUDE! Tie his legs wide open and make sure he cannot stand up from the seat; I don't want him to be able to get his ass off the chair. Understood? When you are ready leave him alone. Lock the door." I move behind a one-way mirror, watching the gorillas place you on the seat. "He looks tough, but even the toughest guys break at some point",I think to myself as I stroke my bulge softly, getting slowly in the mood. I love my job!

MUSCLE MARINE:

As I hear the anonymous voice through the p.a. system, I get angry. I can only slam my hands to the table and get up for a second, before one of the cops grabs me tight by my shoulders and slams me to the chair, while the other secures my legs with some straps. I notice the chair has a trap on the seat... that can be removed, creating a hole in it. I know very well what it is for, but why would a precinct or interrogation office have that. Then they proceed to cut my clothes off me, stripping me naked. One of them whistles and licks his lips, while the other grows a hardon in his pants as he glides his hand over my chest, and feels my pecs. "Get your fucking hands off me, you faggot."

DREAM BREAKER:

I chuckle on the other side of the one-way -mirror watching MuscleMarine look confused, probably annoyed by the way he’s being treated. Good. I’ll let this go on for a little while longer and keep watching him as he’s finally left alone. Time passes—an hour, then another—and the man sits there, surely knowing he’s being watched. Sometimes, simply letting time pass is an effective way to torture him, to let his imagination run wild. I wait another hour.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I sit there, alone, naked on the cold hard steel chair, losing my patience. I can feel someone watching me. And deep down, I know what they are trying to do. This is a trick we used in the Marines... make someone wait, break him mentally - sometimes even there is nothing wrong or if he is not guilty. Waiting is torture on its own. I start to pull and tug my arms and legs, trying to see if I can free myself from the chair and the tight bonds. My muscles tense, and ripple. I cannot help but look at myself in the mirror and smile. I love the way I look - and it is a good distraction while waiting. I start to flex each muscle alone, inspecting it in the mirror - but I am sure it is putting on a show for whomever is watching from behind it.

DREAM BREAKER:

Just as I thought. The silence and anticipation are starting to take their toll, and he knows it too. I can’t help but rub my hardening cock through the fabric of my pants as I watch MuscleMarine’s muscles move, bulging and tensing as he tries to break the strong bonds. He’s clearly enjoying his own presence, his own body. It might even be that he’s getting a boner staring at his own reflection, knowing he’s being watched. “That ego of his will be broken yet,” I say to myself, squeezing my stiff cock. It’s been over 5 hours when I finally pick up the microphone. “I’ll be a moment longer, try to relax, I’ll be with you soon. MWUAHAHAH”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You fucking asshole. Come in here, untie me if you dare and lets see if you will have even a moment to live." I lose it all of a sudden, unable to control myself. 'Has he broken me?' But I brush the idea, shaking my head, and return to look at myself in the mirror, admiring. My muscles make anyone oozy, and weak. And whomever is doing this to me, will also enjoy them sooner or later.

DREAM BREAKER:

When I finally decide to step inside, I want to make a statement, drawing all your attention to me. I turn the key in the lock and kick the door open with force, slamming it flat against the wall with a loud thud. The door spring closes it behind me as I move around the table in front of you and wrapping my fingers around your cock. “Looks like someone enjoyed his short break,” I chuckle, feeling your semi-hard cock in my hand. “Tell me, you hard-boiled marine, who is the man in the picture?” I rub the dead sergeant’s photo against your face, feeling your cock stir in my tight grip as you finally see the picture. “I suppose you know him on a deeper level, don’t you?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

My look darts towards the door as it swings open and then slams shut as you walk in. I don't know you, but you feel familiar. I have no time to understand what you are, who you are or why you are here... when you suddenly grab my cock tight and wave a picture in my face. I wince and then start boiling. 'What is the meaning of this?' I think to myself as I try to break free, pulling at my limbs... You ask me if I know the guy in the picture. I do. But I don't answer you. Instead, I remain silent, only trying to snap the bond free, but it doesn't happen. "What do you want? Who are you? What am I doing here?"

DREAM BREAKER:

I let go of your cock, playfully ruffling your hair until I finally move back in front of you, to the other side of the table, and sit down next to it. “All right, you don’t have to say anything. Your little friend between your legs already did it for you,” I chuckle. “But let’s talk about easier things first. I know everything about you and the sergeant, but why don’t you explain to me in a little more detail, in your own words, what kind of relationship you have with the sergeant. Is he just your subordinate, or are you closer friends?” I wink at you with a smile, then my expression turns serious again. “Tell me everything—it’s in your best interest.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You know nothing." I spit at you. "You have no idea of the truth." My muscles flex, pumping hard, rippling. I am still trying to break free, but hear you laugh. "Get me off this chair, release me. You got nothing on me."

DREAM BREAKER:

I stay calm, looking at your eyes, letting you end your show. "Idea of the truth? Why don't you tell me more about the "truth", save our time, yours and mine, what do you say?", I try to sound friendly and reasonable. "Sooner or later you will tell all anyway. You decide how far you want me to go"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Fuck you. I don't owe you anything. You let me go... or you will regret this." I look at you, staring deep. I see you smile and that gets me angry. I notice the picture now of the traitor sargent on the table with that smug look on his face.

DREAM BREAKER:

"You probably know you don't scare me. I've broken tougher guys than you. Sooner or later, you'll sing like a soprano. It's up to you whether you want to make this easy or hard." I notice your pupils dilate as I look at the sergeant’s photo. “So you know who he is? Or was—you probably know the man is dead.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Good for him. And you will soon join him..." I threaten you as I continue to be defiant.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Is that so, mr..?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I bend towards the table, towards you... "You will suffer the same fate as he did." My defenses starting to show cracks and I start to spill, caused by the anger deep inside. I try also to pull on the bonds.

DREAM BREAKER:

"There we go Marine. Spill it all out. ", I say with a calm voice as I lean back on my seat. "So you are telling me you know more about his dramatic end? Come on man, there´s no need to play games here. Tell me what you know. It will be much better for you in your situation"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Never. You will have to beat it out of me if you need to. You will never know the end of that cold case..." I laugh and slump back down on the steel metal chair.

DREAM BREAKER:

"If you insist, my pleasure", I have a special smirk on my face as I stand up and walk next to you. "Do you like James Bond movies, MuscleMarine?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look at you, quizzically. "What the fuck does that mean? And what does it have to do with me?"

DREAM BREAKER:

"In one of the movies James Bond was tortured in a very special way, he survived it but then , it was just a movie and you are not James Bond", I chuckle and open a small hatch in the seat of the chair, letting your balls fall through it. I walk around and take a thin, ling rubber baton. "You know what will happen now?", I laugh and without waiting for your answer I swing it under the seat hitting your exposed nuts.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I scream loudly, arching my back, on my tip toes now... Pain radiating through my body. I didn't even have time to understand what happened. My whole body tenses, my abs contract, trying to resist the pain, the veins on my neck bulge and tighten... "aArggghhhhhhhhhh."

DREAM BREAKER:

"Shhhh.. I am disappointed. Shouldn't you be a hard-boiled marine you pretend to be. Screaming already like a little girl", I mock you and repeat the strike but this time I aim more carefully and use more force. The rubber rod bends as its tip strikes its target, making a nasty-sounding thud. "Do you remember better now what happened? Would you like to start all over again, or shall we continue our game with my rubber toy?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK..." My whole body tense. The veins in my arms, neck and abs pump and stand out. "Fuck you. I am going to kill you..."

DREAM BREAKER:

"Can you imagine how many times I have heard those same words? And guess what? I am still here while most of those guys are not longer among us." My voice stays totally calm, controlled as I move back to my seat and sit down. "Now, big man, use that tiny brain of yours and think. Is ti better to talk with me like two men could do, or do you prefer us to continue like two beasts? Relax, and tell me what happened."

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Ok. Ok. I will talk. I will tell you." I shake on the chair. "But once you loosen at least those straps on me." I try to negotiate with you, although I know it might be futile.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Loosen the straps?", I look at you and stare at your eyes. "Mr. MuscleMarine, you surely understand that you're not in a position to negotiate—at least not without giving me something first. Give me something, and we'll see what I can do for you," I say, keeping my voice calm as I stare into your face. "Start from the beginning. How did you know the sergeant?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"He was the head of my platoon, superior to the barracks where I was placed." I still fight the straps but no use. I make my muscles bulge and by the looks you are giving me, you are enjoying the show. "You like what you see, huh?"

DREAM BREAKER:

"What I like might surprise you" I smirk as my face gets serious again. "Continue soldier"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I gave you something... now untie me..." I look you deep in the eyes.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Good try soldier but I need more from you.. So sing or I make you sing", I give you a rough bitchslap. " He was the head of your platoon. OK, and what more. I know you knew him closer than that"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I and another recruit found out about his secret activities... bringing in some hot chicks and visiting them sometimes... you know, like an escort." I chuckle and go silent. My hands tied behind my back, I fidget with them, trying still to break free. You notice my biceps and triceps bulge. I look at you, and nod.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Escort? He was selling himself as an escort for some ladies? Is that what you are tellling me? And even if that is correct what has it to do with you?". Mycock is getting stiffer in my pants as I watch your bulging muscles, and I have a feeling , you know that too. "Continue soldier. Tell more"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"What would you have done if you found out one of the chicks he is visiting, or bringing to his private quarters at the barracks was your fiancee? You tell me..." As I get angry and try to pull off the chair, but obviously I can't. "Release me... and I will tell you everything. The whole story... even how I nailed the traitor bastard to his own desk."

DREAM BREAKER:

I am listening to your story but not really convinced by what you are telling me. "One of his clients was your fiancee? Is that what you are telling me? And that's why you decided to kill the man brutally? Is that what you want to confess? I don't buy your story. Tell me more details!" I stand up and walk behind you placing my hands on your arms, feeling your biceps, and then moving them on your shoulders. I squeeze them softly, in a gesture of trust. "Go on, man, tell me all"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I shrug my shoulders, trying to remove your hands off them. "That's the story, you twat. He messed with the wrong chick, and I had to do something. I confronted him, and he fessed. And when he tried to fight back, I broke him. What is more to tell?" But deep down, I can still feel you are not buying my story and want to dig deeper...

DREAM BREAKER:

I move my hands from your shoulders and all of a sudden wrap my big, massive arm around your throat, choking your neck as if I wanted to suffocate you. "Enough of fairytales. I know exactly what happened. Just want to hear it from you. If your ass is important for you and you want to save some of it, stop telling me stories and sing. My patience has its limits too." I slide my hand down along your back towards your waistline and stop. "Think it twice what are you going to tell me"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Ok... Fine... He was a fucking double-agent. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Choking in your hold, my words come out broken.

As you loosen your hold a bit... "I found out he was leaking information to the enemy. He's a fucking red spy." I try to turn my head to look at you. "You should be thanking me, maybe even give me a medal."

DREAM BREAKER:

"You're talking big, Marine. You're accusing him of a serious crime. Treason is a capital offense, but there has to be evidence, more than just your word." I slide my hand down your back between your buttocks and curl my fingers as I move my arm away from your throat. "Could it just be that you were lovers and had a falling out? Maybe some jealousy-fueled drama and things got out of hand?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I wiggle myself away from your fingers getting close to my ass. "Get away from there." I growl trying to pull forward, but I am trapped. "You know what I am saying is true. You got the facts. Read them well. And read between the lines also." But my voice still hides some details as it crackles. "I got nothing more to tell you. Now free me."

DREAM BREAKER:

I weigh your words for a moment, considering the risks involved in letting you untied. But I love taking risks, so I pull a pocket knife from my shirt pocket. With a quick, deft movement, I cut the zip ties on your wrists, and finally free your legs as well. "All right, Marine. Your ties are undone, start talking!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Its simple." Making it sound like you are not smart enough to have caught it or put the puzzle together. As I rub my wrists, sitting up on the metal chair, my balls banging low in the hole, I spread my legs wide open and stretch them. "He made a deal with the ruskies, being one himself. They had their man on the inside fishing out information. And as a cover up to all that, he played the part of escort. Well, cover up. His escort girls where the "packages" he sent out the info with..." I stop the story to take a breather and notice how impatient you are now as I watch you walk around the room.

DREAM BREAKER:

"That's all very interesting, but I still don't understand your role in all this. Were you one of his clients? I always assumed you were into women—are you telling me now that the sergeant was your sex toy?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"No. I had to ger closer to him." I look at you with wide eyes now. "And my fiancee, one of his victims was the perfect ticket. After I found out about them, I got her to make a deal with him that she would visit him in the barracks. And he accepted." I smile. "Except I was the one who came to him, instead of her." I spread my arms at you.

"Get it?"

DREAM BREAKER:

As I listen to your story, rubbing my chin, I look up into your eyes. "So he took the bait. You went there instead of your fiancé. Well, he surely noticed your little trick quickly, because that cock is pretty hard to hide,” I chuckle, pointing my finger between your legs. “Tell me what happened, and don’t hold back on the details,” I take a step closer to you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Anyone would notice..." Another snide return to you. "But by then, it was too late for him. He was exposed." I smile as I wiggle my cock in the hole of the chair. He left the key to his private quarters thinking it was my fiancee, and when I walked in on him, there was no place for him to run or hide. He knew who I was, but didnt know why I was really there."

"I tried to reason with him. Give him a way out. But he was stubborn about it... I just had to act." I slam my hand on the desk and pull up a bit. I laugh as I see you pounce backwards, startled.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Calm down, man, there's no reason to get upset. What's done is done," I try to reassure you as you stand up from your chair and approach me, your eyes blazing. "Just tell me what happened, and we’ll see what we can do," I continue to calm you down, but I can’t take my eyes off your cock, swinging heavily from side to side.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Would you stop looking at it? You are acting just like him." As I slam my hands again at the desk. I straighten up, and spread my arms. "You want it? You want to touch it? Feel it?" Asking like it is something I am used to and cant away from, it is annoying. I flex my arms now free, making my muscles hulge and grow. I bounce my pecs.

DREAM BREAKER:

I finally lift up my gaze and look at your face. "Just like him? You allowed him to touch your cock? Did you like it? I have a feeling you might have been surprised there yourself. Isn't that the case?", I grin and get very close to you, just few inches from your face, as I suddenly hit my forehead against yours and grab your big cock into my hand. Keeping your shaft on the palm of my hand, as if I am weighing it. "Do you like it when I touch your cock? Do you like how this feels?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your headbutt puts me in a momentary daze, stars spinning around. I feel you grab my cock tightly. "The fuck you doing?" As I come round. I shove you hard and send you over the desk, violently. "Dont you fucking dare touch me again like that. He did and look what happened to him. You wanna know more?" As I walk around the room, my cock swaying. I stand over you. "I will tell you what happened... I walked into that office, tried to reason with him, but he wouldnt budge, defending his mother land, saying we will soon perish, that the new world order was coming..." I grab my cock. I had seen his videos, what he was into... all that leather shit and domination. I figured he would enjoy being dominated in return too... Holding my cock straight, I point to a bit more than the two thirds. "He took it up to here... before he choked... on my cum. You must have read that..." i smile.

DREAM BREAKER:

While you talk, I slowly get up, sitting in front of you as I am listening to your story. "Yes, I have read the reports of the murder investigators, but tell me, Marine, was that all that happened? Are you telling me you arrived there and impaled his mouth with your cock?" Just like that? Didn't he try to stop you or fight back? " I stand up and send my balled fist into your gut hard, twice, until your knees get limp, and I push you down onto the seat again. I snap a tight hold of your jawline and force you to open your mouth as my free hand pulls down the zipper of my pants. "This is what you did to him?" I ask as I shove my cock into your mouth. You can feel it stiffening rock hard inside your mouth instantly as thrust it deeper, taking a tight hold of your head with both of my hands. "Don't try anything stupid. You know perfectly what would happen if you did."

MUSCLE MARINE:

This is unexpected, for an interrogation, and I shove you back, slamming my palms to your chest. "Get the fuck away from me, you fucking faggot. What kind of interrogation is this?" I get off the chair and pull back. I look at you questioningly... trying to understand what is going on here. Then I smile as I watch you slowly recover and get back to your feet. "You want me to show you exactly what I did to him?" I feel a stir now in my cock, as it plumps up and starts to throb, rising slightly.

DREAM BREAKER:

"This is and will be just what I want it to be. And if I were you, I would have a much nicer tone with me." My tone is still deadly calm as I see you losing your self-control little by little, just as I was expecting. I take off my shirt, fold it on the chair, and stand in front of you, bouncing my pecs. "And what if I do? What if I want you to show me exactly what you did to him and how his reaction was, that is, of course, if you dare," I smirk and close the distance until your cockhead is rubbing against my thighs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Then you will end up like him. I will make sure of that." As I ball up my fist and slam it hard into your unexpected gut, digging it deep. As you fold, and your head rests on my shoulder, I whisper in your ear... "I fucking destroyed him. Broke him. And sent him back to his Mother Land in pieces." I pull back, unplug my fist from your gut, duck under you and slam an uppercut to your chest, sending you reeling back, and sprawled onto the desk. I stand next to it, flexing my muscles, making them ripple, excited and invigorated.

DREAM BREAKER:

I fold after receiving your blow when I had my guard down. I land on the wide desk on my back as I watch you approaching. But instead of jumping away from the table I smile. "Fucking destroyed him? How? You fucked and destroyed him simultaneously? Destroyed while fucked him? Do tell me more", I smirk as I rub my groin.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see you rubbing your cock and balls as I walk slowly towards you. "I fucked him deep, and long. And he loved it. Then broke him. I pounded that proud gut of his until his insides coated my cock as it ripped him a new hole." I get closer and grab your legs, lift them up in the air and step closer yet, pushing my cock along your crack, between your ass and the table.

DREAM BREAKER:

I don´t move at all, I don´t try to stop you but go further with your demonstration that is slowly turning into something else. "He didn´t struggle or try to stop you when your cock was about to enter into his tight hole?", I ask calmly as if I was just doing a routine investigation. Then, all of a sudden I react, I lift my torso from the desk and wrap my arms around your head pulling your face closer to mine. I kick my legs free from the hold of your hand and coil them around your waist. "He didn´t try anything like this?", I continue with my calm voice as I twist my hips swinging you away from top of me and turning the tables, pinning you finally under me, against the surface of the desk. "Nothing like this either?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

My eyes go wide suddenly at what is happening so fast. Its like you are toying with me, and ensnaring me slowly. Your legs clamp shut around my waist and I find myself, in an instance, on the desk, trapped, locked down and pinned. Your knees crushing me at the ribs. I throw my head back screaming. "What the... Arrgghhhhh..." I reach up and try to grab you at the neck. "Fuck you. You will..." But my words are cut when you tighten your crushing hold around me. I lift my legs up and try to knee you in the back, trying to get you off me. "What is it you really want from me?" I ask as I am being crushed. "I found out he was a spy. Took him out. What more is there?" I try to reason with you.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What I really want from you? You will find out that soon." Still with the calm face I lift your legs up and shove them on my shoulders and shove my hips forward forcing my cock head into the crack between your ass cheeks. "Life can be full of surprises, Marine. " I thrust my cock into your tight, straight ass violently, all the way until my big balls. Your poor attempts to defend your ass are easily broken as my cock head hits your sweet spot making you moan involuntarily. ""Добрый вечер, милая": Good evening, sweety." Enjoy the ride!

MUSCLE MARINE:

My eyes go wide... from both the fact that you just entered my virgin hole, popping my cherry and from what I just heard. "You a fucking rusky?" I shout out, stunned as my ass tightens around your massive cock invading it. I pull a leg back, freeing it from your grip and slam it to your chest. But its no use. Your grip on my body is preventing me from big movements. "Guards? Someone..." I scream. "Fucking traitor..."

DREAM BREAKER:

"Приятно познакомиться, морской пехотинец, теперь ты знаешь мой маленький секрет, (Nice to meet you, marine. Now you know my little secret)", I hiss invading my cock deeper without caring what it might tear to shreds inside you along the way. "Fight, man, fight like Vladimir should have fought, because that might be your only hope," I hiss mockingly as I begin pounding my fists into your gut, systematically softening the tissue with every punch. "I’ll destroy you from the outside and the inside, just as you did to Vladimir. Fight while you still can, soldier!" I pause for a second and deliver a powerful blow to your softened abs. My fist literally disappears deep into your insides, rearranging your insides, almost reaching your spine. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"But you snapped his neck. I don't see you snapping a neck in this position. How did you do it?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see there is no going back now, and you are not stopping. Pulling my leg back, I slam a foot to your chest and push you off and away from me, forcing your cock out of my ass. I watch you reel back, tripping over the metal chair, falling also, as my legs drop from your arms, onto the floor, and I get off the desk. "Vlad was a pussy. He not only surrendered when I entered him, but begged for more. You won't get that from me." I don't wait for you to recover and get to your feet, and I attack you, slamming hard fists to your gut, digging deep. As I rush at you, I drag you all the way to the wall, and slam you hard, squatting too, I push my shoulder into your midsection. "You will also pay, you fucking traitor. And I will send you to join him. You can send him my regards."

DREAM BREAKER:

There's no doubt you are tough and that you know how to fight. I am much heavier than you, but still you drag my body as if I were a kid. I cough loudly as I fold, doubling in front of you, finally dropping down onto my knee. I lift my gaze up and see you towering over me, threatening me, but this was exactly where I wanted to take you. "You will send me with him? How? Snapping my neck too?", I taunt you. I jump up, hitting my shoulder hard into your guts as the top of my head hits your jawline, making you stumble backwards. "You still didn't answer me. How did you snap his neck? While you fucked him from behind? Did he still beg for more?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

As we drop backwards, together, I lift my legs and snap them shut around your waist. My back hits the floor hard, and I almost lose my lock on you. But I bite down and although in pain, I keep a tight squeeze on your ribs. "I fucked him good. Made him beg for more. And then while he was in ecstasy, I snapped his neck like a fucking twig... just like I am going to do to you, you fucking red bitch." I open my arms wide, and clap your ears, ringing you while you are still trapped in my leg lock.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your strong legs are coiling around my waist, strong, digging deeper, making it difficult to inhale to fill my lungs with air. Despite my uncomfortable situation, I can't help but imagine how you snapped Vlad's neck as you stabbed him from behind. The thought makes my cock rise between my legs again, and I can feel against my skin that I'm not the only one reacting this way.

Then your palms interrupt my spicy imagining as the shockwave hits my head. For a moment I don’t see anything and specially I cant hear anything. But the training I have received steps in, I don´t need to think, I act with instincts and hit my forehead into your face over and over again until I feel both of us bleeding, and the hold of your legs loosening slowly. I turn on my side, still in your arms and shove my elbow into your ribs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I howl like a wounded hound, and pull away from you, releasing you. I get up, step back, and wipe my face from the blood. "Fucking rusky." I try to breath but feel a sharp stabbing pain in my side - my rib is cracked and threatening. I notice a bruise forming on my side. "The fuck did you do?" I rush to you, fighting the pain, and slam my shoulder into your gut again, sending you over the desk... tumbling over, buying me time as I rush to the door and try to open it. "Hey. Anyone there? Open this door..."

DREAM BREAKER:

Damn, you’re tenacious. Your Marine training really shows in your tenacity. You don’t give up even when you’re wounded and in pain. It’s kind of admirable, I’ll admit. But I, too, have been forged in tough training. I get up from the ground, wiping my face with the back of my hand and rubbing my bruised abs. I smile slyly as you try in vain to open the door. "You’re in a bind; no one can help you." I jump on your back, knocking you to the ground and pinning you beneath my heavy body, while my arms wrap around your neck from behind and my knees between your legs begin to spread them apart. "Is this what you did to Vladimir? Is this how you finally eliminated him?" I hiss as I thrust my cock back inside you between your tight buttocks. I pull you by the neck, forcing your head back until your neck is stretched to its limit, while the head of my cock slams like a sledgehammer into your sweet spot.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I scream as your cock now pierces through me totally invading my hole and dark tunnel. I try to tighten my glutes around your shaft but with you pulling my neck back, it feels impossible and my body barely responds to my command... trying to survive the threatening neck bend. I reach up and grab your wrist, trying to pry it off me... I feel that sharp pain in my chest when you stretch .e backwards. I am in a pickle and not a very nice one. "The fuck is your issue? Let me go. They will find you and catch eventually... If not me, someone will." My threats fall meaningless and rather silly with me in this position.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Find me and catch me? Me, Special Investigator? I'm above suspicion, little soldier." I pause briefly and swirl my cock around your prostate, sending electric shocks throughout your body. "What now? Why you tremble? Does it feel good?" I chuckle. "You probably understand that I have no choice but to eliminate you. First, because of what you did to Vladimir—the brutal murder of a brother can’t just be ignored. And second, you know too much!” I increase the pressure on your neck and thrust my hips forward, feeling my cum vein begins to throb as I get ready to breed your ass.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I suddenly grab one of your digits at my head and bend it back, to the breaking point - just enough to make you release me and focus on the pain I am causing in your hand. I manage to free my head, but I still need you out of my ass. I try to buck but you lay heavily on me and with my broken rib, its hard. I reach down to my side, slide my hand between us and claw at your abs, holding one of your bricks. Lets see who can last...

DREAM BREAKER:

I howl like a bear that’s been shot in the ass and roll off you, falling onto my back on the ground. My throbbing cock slips out of your ass, but my balls have already sent my thick cum on its way, which now sprays uncontrollably into the air, splattering everywhere—on us and on the walls. The orgasm that was meant to end your life now shakes me, merging with the pain you caused me. I lift my head off the floor as I see you stand up and start approaching me. “Oh fuck, this wasn’t supposed to go like this!” I think to myself as I start crawling backward on my back, using my elbows for support.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Traitors always end up at the bottom of the pit... and dead." I walk slowly towards you, bend down and grab you by your hair, pulling you up to your knees first. I aim two punches to your face... and then that pain again in my side because of my broken rib. I pull back, lift a foot and spin-kick you in the head, sending you down to the floor. "If my only way out is through you, then so be it."

DREAM BREAKER:

I try to protect my head lifting my arms up and cover my head but your kick is faster sending me down again, this time onto my stomach. My head is humming; I am dazed., but trying to crawl away from you. I hear you following me as I get on all fours and send a mule kick backwards, trying to reach your knee.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I grab your leg that connects to my leg, lift it higher and put it in an ankle lock, twisting it. "Sing for me rusky." I spin and pull your leg, extending it over your back, and squatting, applying more pressure on your spine. "This is not going to end well for you."

DREAM BREAKER:

I struggle violently, trying to get my leg free from your hold, kicking the air with my free leg. "I will fucking sing in your funeral," I moan , feeling you just adding pressure on my spine. "Let me go marine"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Funeral? Hahahaha. Yours is already being prepared..." As I ball up a fist and slam it hard into your back. I feel your legs shake and then go limp, and I assume my shot did its work paralyzing you. I let go of you, lift a foot and slam it to your nape. This should end you too. I walk up to the door, and try again to open it. I bang on it. Then spot your uniform on one side, next to the metal table. I go for it and find a key card - I decide to try it and it is my lucky day when I hear the click sound of the lock and then the woosh sound of the hydraulics hiss the door open. "Hahahaha. Not too hard, was it...?"

DREAM BREAKER:

Your fist hits my spine with force. I feel my balls being pressed against the floor by the force of your blow as my entire lower body goes numb and slumps limply to the ground. I groan in pain, trying to wriggle free, but to no avail as your kick hits my nape, knocking the lights out. I collapse onto the floor, semi-unconscious. But I am a hardened soldier, trained and prepared for situations like this. I hear you moving around the room and finally open my eyes.

It feels like an eternity before I finally manage to get to my feet, just as you’re stepping out of the room. I grab you by the back of your neck and pull you back into the room. “Where the fuck did you think you were going?” I growl as I turn you to face me and slam my fist hard into your solar plexus.

MUSCLE MARINE:

My whole world stops for a second. I feel like a battering ram just went through me. The door open, I am standing in the frame of it, my arms instinctively snap grab the sides, holding myself up from collapsing. I look at you, eyes wide open, trying to cough to regain my breath. I am choking. I shake, unable to remain standing straight. I see you smile as you ask me where I thought I was going... "w... w..." No words come out, as a trickle of blood pours from my mouth. The blow must have done more damage than expected.

DREAM BREAKER:

Staring at your eyes I place my hands on the sides of your head as I flash my best charming smile at you. "You are damn hard soldier, marine. Pity it had to end like this.", I almost whisper to you when, without any hesitation, I twist my arms to the left and immediately back to the right, more than 180 degrees, until that heavenly, dry cracking sound cuts the silence. Your eyes widen, your mouth drops open as I release my hold of your head and let your body to collapse down, limp, lifeless. Your eyes staring at my naked body without seeing it as I step over you. Outside of the frame of the door are some shocked and confused soldiers and guards. "Problem solved, he confessed. A spy, just as I thought. Clean the mess", I say with a dry, bored voice as I walk to my room by the same corridor.

Published: 2026-06-15, viewed 77 times.