THE HIGH TABLE

SkinMuscle

The gym is quiet, smelling of old leather and dried sweat. I am unwrapping the tape from my knuckles, my forearms still burning from the final round on the heavy bag. My muscles are pumped, tight against my skin, and my breath is finally starting to level out. I grab my gear bag, ready to head out into the cool night air and leave the ring behind for a few hours.

As I step into the alley behind the gym, the overhead light flickers and dies. I sense a shadow moving, something massive blocking the exit.

MuscleMarine

Out of nowhere, a hand wraps around your mouth with a piece of chloroformed fabric, shutting your breathing airways and drugging you to an unconscious state. Your body goes instantly limp, heavy weight as you slump down to the ground... out cold. "Jackpot." I look down at you and can't help but admire your build. Even with your baggy clothes on, you look so well built, ripped and hot. Those arms, in their relaxed un-flexed state, look massive, and like they are etched from granite. Makes me wonder about the rest of you. Did I just catch the biggest fish in the sea? I think to myself as I start lifting you, throwing you over my shoulders and walking you to my jeep, to drive you to my place... for some fun.

SkinMuscle

The darkness hits me fast, a chemical sting in my throat that turns my veins to lead before I can even throw a punch. I feel my knees buckle, my massive frame becoming a useless anchor as gravity drags me down into the grit of the alley. My vision blurs, catching one last glimpse of your shadow looming over me like a titan before the world goes completely black and silent.

By the time the cool air of your basement wakes me, I am already stripped to my waist and chained to the floor, my chest heaving as I try to clear the fog from my brain. I look up, my eyes locking onto yours through the dim light, realizing that the "fun" you want involves breaking the very spirit that made me a champion.

MuscleMarine

"Well, Well, Well. What do we have here... You awake finally." As I walk around you, admiring that hot body you have honed and perfected. You look fucking amazing and strong. As I move behind you, I slide my hands around your torso and hug you tight, cupping your pecs and flicking your nipples. "You know where you are, buddy?"

SkinMuscle

The heat of your body against my back is suffocating, and the way you handle my chest like a piece of meat makes my skin crawl with a mix of fury and adrenaline. "I do not give a damn where I am," I grimace as your fingers flick at me, the humiliation stinging worse than the headache, but I do not look away.

MuscleMarine

I pull away from you, spin round to face you. As I stand in front of you, I reach in and flick your bulge in your sweat pants. "You have really come a long way. I love what you have done to your body." I smile as I trail my finger at your abs. I flick your nipple again. "You sure you don't care?" As I step closer, my hand on your bulge, I claw and squeeze tight.

SkinMuscle

I tense as you spin me around, my eyes burning with a cold, sharp hate. When you reach down and squeeze, I don't flinch; I just lean into your space, my breath hot against your face. "I've been hit harder by better men than you," I growl, my abs rippling under your touch. "Keep playing with me, Marine, and see how fast I snap those chains to show you what this body was really built for." But my cock is rising and you are noticing it

MuscleMarine

"You really think you can break out of these chains?" I laugh, balling up a fist with my free hand and slug you in the gut hard while the other one still has a tight grip on your balls, tightening. "I am going to make you sing." I pound your abs harder and harder. Letting go of your bulge, I focus on your bricks, bashing them, turning them red and trying to tenderize them... but to my astonishment, it seems you not only built a hot beautiful body, but a strong one too, as you absorb my blows, barely flinching.

SkinMuscle

I take the impact of your fist, my stomach muscles turning into a wall of iron as I grunt through the pain. The heat in my core flares with every blow, but I keep my eyes locked on yours, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a whimper. "Is that all you've got?" I rasp, my voice steady even as my skin turns a deep, bruised red under your assault. The situation makes my testosterone spike, and despite the pain, I feel my own blood rushing south, hardening me beneath your grip.

MuscleMarine

I chuckle as I feel your cock growing in my hand as I grab your bulge again. My other fist lands hard again at your abs, bashing them again. "I've got more... more than you can handle." I pull a step back suddenly, drop to one knee, and strike an uppercut into your balls, screwing my fist into them, trying to push them into your abdomen.

SkinMuscle

I howl as the air is ripped from my lungs, my body arching violently against the chains as your fist buries itself into my groin. The pain is a blinding white flash that turns my vision to static, and for a second, my knees go weak, leaving me hanging by my wrists. "You... sick... bastard," I wheeze, my forehead slick with a cold sweat as I look down at you. My cock is rising more and more

MuscleMarine

"Who you calling a bastard, you fucking roided cunt." As I slam a fist in each and every brick of your abs, making sure you feel the impact of each hit. I smile as I pound your gut hard. I reach in with my other hand and grab your bulge tight, then tug on the fabric covering it and free your balls and cock, letting them drop loose. Your balls hang low and heavy. Smiling, I squat in front of you and start hooking my fist into your orbs, like a speedbag. The way your whole body shakes, bucks and bounces is a hot sight, making me hard in my pants.

SkinMuscle

I grunt, my head snapping back as I absorb the rhythmic violence of your fists against my stones. The world is spinning, a haze of red and sweat, but I watch you through narrowed eyes. The years of cycling heavy gear have rewired me; the pain and the violence are tapping directly into a chemical reservoir I can't shut off. I feel my testosterone redlining, my heart hammering a rhythm of pure, unadulterated aggression that translates into a thick, pulsing ache between my legs. Now I'm harder and harder

MuscleMarine

As I unleash a sudden fury to your gut, side and chest, I notice you getting hard. I am intrigued yet, impressed and flattered that I am doing a good job - one only gets hard from the hurt and pain caused. I pound harder, knowing that soon, you will break and start to beg... But it never comes and that, in return, gets me hard as I feel a stir in my pants. I pull back, cup my bulge, rearranging it in my gear. I look at you and smile.

SkinMuscle

I watch you shift your own weight, the grin on your face telling me you’re enjoying the sight of my body reacting to your brutality. My skin is a map of deep red welts and bruises, but the chemical fire in my blood is roaring. "You're flatterin' yourself, Marine," I wheeze, a dark, jagged laugh bubbling up in my chest as I strain against the chains. "It ain't about you... it's about the war. I flex my chest, the muscles popping and rippling under the sweat.

MuscleMarine

"Is it? And what war is that?" As I step closer and unleash anothee punch to your gut, harder, since your abs dont stop it anymore. I grind my knuckles deep into your gut making sure you feel it well. "The only war you will be fighting is with yourself to resist and remain alive, survive what I am going to dish out on you." I chuckle, then suddenly drop in front of you, and uppercut you in the balls again, almost popping them. I slide my hand under them, and to the back, between your thighs, and find your ass. I push my middle finger inside and wiggle it. "You are mine."

SkinMuscle

The air leaves me in a violent rush, but it’s the sudden, cold violation from behind that truly makes my world tilt. My testosterone is spiking so hard I can taste copper in my mouth. I feel your finger wiggle, staking a claim on the one part of me I never thought I’d lose, and a shiver of pure, chemical-induced electricity shoots up my spine. My massive thighs squeeze together instinctively, trapping your hand.

MuscleMarine

But I laugh, knowing that at any moment, you will release your thighs against your will. I keep wiggle the tip of my finger inside your ass and I can feel you loosing your grip. "Relax. For your own good..." My other hand reaches up and snap grabs your balls tight, massaging them roughly. I twist them and force you thus to release your thighs. I smile up. "I am in control."

SkinMuscle

The agony in my balls is too much. I hiss, my body trembling with a violent, roid-fueled heat that refuses to let me go limp. My cock thuds against my own bruised belly, a rigid rod of defiance that pulses in time with your wiggling finger. I look down at you, my eyes dark and blown out with chemical-induced lust and rage.

MuscleMarine

I suddenly pull out of your ass and from between your thighs. I smell your ass on my fingers and smile. Standing up, I reach up and push my fingers to your nose. "Take a whiff... your scent before I destroy what you so pride yourself on." As I walk around you and stand behind you. I step closer and you can feel the tip of my cock still in my gear brush against your ass. "You will learn to serve." I whisper in your ear as I step again closer.

SkinMuscle

I recoil instinctively from the scent on your fingers but the proximity of your body behind me makes every hair on my sweat-slicked skin stand up. I can feel the hard edge of you through your gear, my massive chest heaves, the chains rattling as I flex every muscle I have, trying to find some leverage against the overwhelming presence of you behind me. I am a contradiction of iron and heat, waiting for your next move.

MuscleMarine

I pull back a step and drop my covers, releasing my massive cock behind you. As I step forward again, you feel it at your ass, rubbing, snaking its way into you. The cockhead pushing your ass cheeks apart and finding your hole... "Ready?" And before you answer, I push in, brutally. I laugh as I feel you try to clamp down and flex those buns. But its no use. "Give in. You dont have a choice."

SkinMuscle

My body clinches in a violent, instinctive spasm, my massive glutes turning to stone as they try to reject the invasion, but your weight is absolute. I am drowning in the agony of the stretch, yet the raw, animalistic surge of testosterone is forcing me to buck back against you, my body betraying my pride with every desperate, rhythmic thrust. My cock leaking and pulsing in a frenzied, roid-fueled high that I can no longer deny.

MuscleMarine

As I slide into you slowly, and determined, I wrap my arms around your hot muscular body and grab your hard throbbing pole, stroking it, making you moan loudly. I laugh behind you. "Yeah. You like it. Don't you dare deny it?" As I quicken the pace on your veiny cock, feeling it tremble in my touch. "I am going to milk you dry..."

SkinMuscle

I let out a strangled, high-pitched moan that I can’t choke back, my head lolling against your shoulder as your hand captures my cock. "I... I hate you..." I gasp, though my hips are traitorously bucking back into every one of your thrusts, seeking more of the friction that's driving me toward the edge. My testosterone-fueled rage has completely fused with this animalistic hunger. I can feel the pressure building in my heavy balls, ready to erupt. You’ve turned my own body against me, and as you promise to milk me dry.

MuscleMarine

I whisper in your ear softly now... "Let go. Relax. Enjoy it. You were always meant to be mine..." I slither my tongue and flick your ear too, adding to the stimuli driving you over the edge. I laugh and push my cock deeper in your moving my hips forward. I laugh as I feel your ass tremble around my thick shaft. I am in heaven, having for myself the hottest bodybuilder in the gym - the strongest toughest motherfucker being drilled by myself. I hug you tighter and stroke your cock faster, feeling it throb and tremble in my grip. I know you are very close.

SkinMuscle

I stop fighting the chains, my heavy muscles going slack for a split second before I surge back against you, my ass grinding into your groin. I choke out, my eyes rolling back into my head as the roid-fueled pressure in my gut reaches the point of no return. Hate and pleasure in a rage mix. I roar as I erupt, my seed spraying across the cold floor in thick, pulsing arcs, my whole frame shaking so hard the chains rattle against the walls.

MuscleMarine

I laugh feeling your buck, tremble and shake all over from the orgasm. Grabbing your ass tight, I push deeper into you and erupt in my turn inside you, marking you, flooding your gut. "You are mine. This is going to be amazing. By the time I am through, you will think of nothing but my monster cock deep in you, and my cum fueling you." As you buck, you tug on the chains and part of the screws holding the chain become weak, but I clearly do not notice. I am in awe, admiring your muscular back ripple with power. Pulling out of you, I take a step back and watch as your ass leaks some of my juices with traces of blood. I slap it hard as I walk back around you and stand in front of you.

SkinMuscle

I hang there, my chest heaving in the heavy, sweat-soaked silence, watching the fluid trail down my powerful thighs through half-closed lids. The roar in my ears has faded to a cold, calculating hum; while you admire the view of my back, I feel that subtle, metallic vibration of the loosened screw against my wrist. I slowly raise my head, my eyes locking onto yours with a clarity that should terrify you... the chemical haze is gone, replaced by the patient gaze of a predator.

MuscleMarine

"That was a good round one, wouldn't you say?" As I grab your ripped clothes on the ground and wipe my cock and thighs. I slap your butt and laugh. "I will be back for round two in a bit. Rest a bit. Its gonna be a hot long weekend. Who knows you just might like staying here with me... forever." As I walk around and get to your front, I tap your nuts, sending a jolt through you. I laugh and keep walking, my back to you.

SkinMuscle

As you turn your back, laughing and cleaning yourself, you have no idea that every brutal thrust you drove into me was actually a hammer blow against your own security. Each time my body bucked and slammed against the wall, I wasn't just reacting to the pain—I was strategically directing my weight, using the leverage of my massive shoulders to wrench the iron eyelets against the aging concrete. I felt the rhythmic click-creak of the screws yielding. With every lunge you made, the vibrations traveled through my wrists. With a sudden, violent contraction of my lats and a sharp snap of my forearms, the weakened screws finally fail. The sound is like a gunshot in the small room as the iron eyelets tear free.

You’re still facing away, confident in your conquest, when I bridge the gap in two silent, explosive strides. My massive, sweat-slicked hand reaches out, fingers like steel cables, and wraps around your throat from behind.

MuscleMarine

"What the f...." As I feel your fingers wrap around my neck and suddenly lift me and pull me back. I am confused and worried... seriously worried. As I am lifted slightly off the floor, I kick my legs backwards, aiming them to your crotch, in a mule kick to free myself. Just enough at least to spin around and face you. I am no slack, but you have completely changed, transformed yourself into a hot muscular beast... and if memory serves me right, you are also a good fighter. I spin to face you, a worried look on my face, and I see you smile... that evil grin.

SkinMuscle

I catch your desperate mule kick against my lead thigh, the muscle as rigid as a mahogany trunk, absorbing the impact without flinching. My grip on your throat doesn't loosen; instead, I use your own momentum to spin you, slamming you back against the same wall where you just had me pinned. My "evil grin" widens, revealing teeth stained with a bit of my own blood.

My years in the ring, combined with this chemical-induced rage, have turned my movements into something clinical and terrifying. I don't give you a second to breathe; I release your throat only to bury a lightning-fast left hook into your liver, followed by a short, punishing right cross that snaps your head back against the concrete.

MuscleMarine

I am dazed and lost as things get out of hand very fast. My body slammed hard to the wall, I have no choice but to take your hits, clogging me and making me drop to my knees instantly. Totally unexpected as I watch you from my kneeling position - you flexing and making your whole body ripple and look massive over me. I snap into action and connect a hard fist to your gut, aiming to make you step back, making space for recovery and assessing the situation - one that I have put myself into. I can feel you are playing along with me just to make this last longer... just like I had planned but in reverse.

SkinMuscle

Your fist hits my midsection with a solid thud, but after the adrenaline and the gear have already rewired my nervous system, it feels like nothing more than a polite knock on an iron door. I don't step back. Instead, I absorb the blow, my hard-packed abs contracting into a rigid shield that traps your knuckles against my skin for a split second. I look down at you, my chest heaving, sweat dripping from my chin onto your upturned face. With a blindingly fast, short-range right uppercut, I aim directly for your chin to snap your head back. "Now is my turn".

MuscleMarine

I take the short-distanced blow, without a choice, and it knocks me back a few steps. "Oh shit." I am stunned that my hit had no effect on you... noting. My fist lands with just a thud. And it seems that you are fueled, and determined now to return the favor. I raise my hands in a fighting stance, trying to keep you at a distance and to keep face with you. I lunge back at you, and try another hit to your gut, but this time, a bit higher, aiming for the solar plexus, hoping to rattle you and phase you.

SkinMuscle

The blow hits dead center, driving deep into my solar plexus. It hurts BAD, but the pain doesn’t stop me. The intoxicating cocktail of raw humiliation, leftover sexual adrenaline, and pure, unadulterated roid-rage completely takes over. I don't back down; I step into the pain, a savage, demonic grin splitting my face as I stare right through your guard. My eyes are bloodshot, completely wild, and blown out with a terrifying high.

Before you can even pull your fist back, I lunge forward like a possessed animal. I completely ignore your defensive stance, using my massive bulk to plow right through your guard and tackle you hard against the concrete floor. My entire two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame pins you down, my sweat-slicked muscles rippling with a terrifying, unnatural strength as I raise a massive fist high above your face. "PULP TIME" I yell

MuscleMarine

My eyes wide as I realize I have unleashed a beast, spearing me, lifting me and slamming me down to the floor. My back lands hard with a thud, knocking the wind out of me. I scream from the pain and try to lift my legs to snap them shut around your waist. But your laugh makes me doubt myself, quiver and that smile - that evil grin... sends chills down my spine. I raise my hands to cover my face when I hear your words, but your blows land hard, breaking my defense. I feel those steel fists of yours land on my arms, weakening them, forcing me to drop them and expose my face and chest now. This is turning against me now, in such a fast way, I cannot control the situation anymore.

SkinMuscle

"Look at you," I hiss, my voice a dark, jagged vibration that rattles in your chest. "The big, bad Marine... completely helpless under a 'roided cunt.' You wanted to see me break? You wanted to hear me beg? Now look who's trapped on the floor." Slowly, deliberately, I wrap one massive hand around your throat, pinning your head to the concrete while my other fist cocks back, the muscles in my shoulder bulging and threatening to tear right through the skin. I want you to feel every agonizing second of the anticipation, the exact reverse of the limbo you had me in.

MuscleMarine

My eyes go wide as I watch you cock your arm backwards. I swallow hard, knowing what is coming next, and you feel my adam's apple slide under your palm wrapped around my throat. "No. Don't. Stop. Please." But I know it is futile to beg or plead with you now. I lift my legs and snap them shut around your waist now, trying to lock them behind you and start crushing you, bringing my knees into your lats.

SkinMuscle

Seeing you try to lock your legs around my waist just makes me laugh, a dark, breathless sound right in your face. The desperate slide of your adam's apple under my palm only fuels the narcissistic rush surging through my veins. You think those thick, muscular thighs can squeeze the breath out of a freak like me? I brace my core, my own 110 kilos of hardened, vascular muscle flexing against your grip as I absorb the pressure against my lats. I tighten my grip on your throat, pinning you down with pure, dominant weight, my face inches from yours as my knuckles whiten.

MuscleMarine

I start choking and my eyes budge wider - my hand grip your wrist trying to pry it off my throat. The other balls up and slams into your pumped up chest, but it doesn't even phase you. I am worried now and start to tear up. In desperation, I reach my hand to your face and push a thumb into your eye, to try to gouge you. That should make you release me, and I can take space to recover.

SkinMuscle

Before your thumb can sink any deeper, my free hand snaps up with the speed of a striking viper, clamping around your wrist. With a sickening, resonant CRACK, I twist your hand with sheer, monstrous force, snapping your thumb like a dry breadstick. With your left hand completely neutralized, you react out of pure survival instinct and lock your heavy legs around my waist in a desperate attempt to contain the beast. But the chemical rage grants me a monstrous strength: I drive my knees into the floor, flare my lats, and with a brutal thrust of my hips and the crushing weight of my forearms, I completely break free from your legs.

Without giving you a single second of respite, I grab you by the hair, violently flip you face down against the cold concrete, and with a sharp, merciless yank, I pull your pants down, exposing your defenseless rear. With all the humiliation of the weekend boiling in my veins, I close my right hand into an unyielding iron fist and, without hesitation, drive my entire fist violently and brutally straight inside you, ripping apart your pride and your core in a single blow.

MuscleMarine

I arch my back instinctively, screaming wildly and loudly - never had anything in my ass let alone a whole fist. And not just any fist, thst of a bodybuilder with all the hard steel knuckles, veins and its size alone... I try to buck to get your ha d sliding out but it seems futile. I cry almost and on the brink of starting to beg you to stop. My whole body tenses and crisps. I reach back with my arm and try to grab your fingers at my head, prying them slowly but I only hear your maniacal laugh. My body betrays me and I feel a stir in the front, at my cock.

SkinMuscle

our pathetic screams of agony are pure music to my ears, and feeling your heavy, muscular frame quiver and tense under my absolute dominance only makes my dark, sadistic grin widen. I lock my grip tighter onto your hair, forcing your face down into the hard concrete while my right hand twists even deeper into your guts, completely indifferent to your tears or the frantic, weak pulling of your fingers. There is no mercy in this room.

Finding that pathetic, involuntary stir at your crotch only makes me laugh louder, a booming, maniacal sound that echoes off the walls as I deliberately shift my weight to grind my massive, rock-hard chest against your trembling back. "Look at you, completely ruined and getting hard from the absolute trauma of my fist inside you," I growl savagely into your ear, driving my knuckles forward one last, agonizing inch to seal your utter defeat. "You're nothing but a broken toy now, and I'm going to stretch you out until you forget how to breathe anything but my name"

MuscleMarine

"Noooooo. Please.... Not that." I plead but it seems they fall on deaf ears and just a wide evil smile. I feel your fist going deep into me, stretching me, putting me in a world of pain - worse than what I did to you. And your laugh alone is enough to cut through me and my weakening emotional and psychological state. I am broken, done, but I need to fight to stay awake and alive - the pain is making me dizzy and about to lose consciousness.

SkinMuscle

Your desperate pleading only feeds the intoxicating rush of power surging through my veins, and I respond with a low, mocking chuckle. I slowly extract my fist, leaving you breathless, and immediately handle your heavy, broken body like a compliant ragdoll. I flatten you face down against the cold concrete, straddling your thighs and pinning your legs underneath my massive weight so you cannot move.

MuscleMarine

I am lost it seems. Trapped? Attacked brutally? Broken? I don't understand what is happening anymore. You fucking me is taking a toll on me and weakening me all the while making you laugh and pound harder, mercilessly. And you start to kick me... In this position, how is that possible and the only reason I find is how incredibly flexible you are despite your bulky frame. You are a total package and nothing will stop you now... I am done. Broken. Owned. And although I beg, there is nothing stopping you...

SkinMuscle

The total surrender of your mind and body is the trophy I have been waiting for. Seeing you finally process your complete defeat triggers a wave of absolute, unadulterated cruelty; there is no room for mercy, only for delivering my vengeance in the most destructive way possible. Clamping my hands onto your hips with the force of a hydraulic press, I drive my weight forward with redoubled violence, completely indifferent to your tremors and internal tearing. I become an implacable machine, hammering away without a shred of pity, shattering every single inch of your remaining resistance, ripping apart your pride, and forcing you to endure the most agonizing physical punishment of your life.

Having cleared the way with my fist, I lift slightly onto my knees and drive myself deep inside you without a shred of compassion. As your body arches from the pain, I take full advantage of my dominant posture: I use my left hand to smash your head into the floor, and with my completely free right arm, I rain down brutal, descending punches and elbows straight into your face and jaw. With every blow, your face slams against the concrete, shattering your remaining resistance while I forcefully drive my weight forward.

MuscleMarine

My now renewed screams fall on deaf ears... and more of an evil laugh as I feel you put all your strength in each of your thrusts into my hole. Your steel hard weapon in me does more damage than I imagined. My gut is on fire, hurting, tearing. I whimper and cry. My arms barely holding me up, trying to grab onto something. I am like a ragdoll in the hands of this bodybuilder who has turned into more than just a muscleman or fighter... almost a killer now. Your laugh booms and resonated all around, creating a defeaning echo. My whole body shakes, convulsing. You notice me cumming again, for the uncountable time. My muscles contract, trying to squeeze tight around your cock, but its no use trying to put a dent on it. This is the last stretch... as my vision blurs and darkens at the sides.

SkinMuscle

Your renewed screams and desperate whimpers finally fade into the background as your body reaches its absolute breaking point. I feel your muscles violently convulsing and contracting around me in a helpless, involuntary release, but your tightening grip does absolutely nothing to slow my momentum. I anchor my hands deep into your waist, using your fading strength to drive my weight forward one last, devastating time, completely indifferent. I watch your arms buckle entirely, your massive frame collapsing flat against the cold concrete as your vision goes completely dark. You are utterly spent, broken, and unresponsive underneath my mass.

I cum 3 more times filling you up, feeling your body lose all its strength and how I triumph over you. You thought you were the master, and really you have ended up being nothing.

MuscleMarine

I lose conscious, slipping in and out of darkness as my body convulses violently, being filled with your massive load. I shake and quiver on the floor, spasming uncontrollably. And then... nothing...

SkinMuscle

I look down at your completely motionless, broken body sprawled across the cold concrete, a dark, victorious smirk cutting across my face as the adrenaline slowly begins to recede. A cruel sense of irony washes over me as I remember how this all began—when you ambushed me, thinking your massive Marine frame and surprise attack would be enough to permanently cage a monster like me. You thought you were the mastermind, the apex predator orchestrating a perfect kidnapping, completely blind to the fact that you were just bringing a wolf into your own home.

I step out into the hallway and pull the massive door shut, the heavy deadbolts sliding into place with a definitive, echoing clank. This soundproof, isolated bunker you built to keep me hidden from the world is now your own tomb. Turning my back on the darkness, I walk away into the freedom of the morning air, leaving you locked in the dark to rot in the very cage you built for me.

THE END

Published: 2026-06-18, viewed 59 times.