THE HIGH TABLE

SKIN MUSCLE:

The neon sign of the roadside dive bar flickers, casting a greasy hum over BIKER BULL as he steps out into the damp night air. He is a mountain of a man, his massive frame wrapped in a tight tshirt that strains against his thick chest. He walks with a slow, arrogant swagger toward his Ducati, adjusting his leather riding gloves used, dark, and molding perfectly to his thick hands. He has no clue that DreamBreaker is melting out of the shadows right behind him. Dream’s eyes are locked onto the rider's crotch, his mind already racing with the chaotic thrill of the upcoming hunt, his pulse pounding with a lethal mix of intense sexual frustration and sadistic hunger.

Hidden behind a row of rusted trash bins across the asphalt, I watch DreamBreaker’s every move with intense, predatory focus. My entire purpose is to study this master, to copy his flawless technique until I can finally overpower him and steal his legendary collection for myself. I flex my own thick, vascular forearms, my breath catching as I watch Dream close the distance, his boots silent on the wet gravel. The air is thick with the scent of motor oil, rain, and raw masculine tension. I can feel my own cock throbbing against my zipper from the sheer adrenaline of the stakeout; the raw violence about to unfold is the ultimate turn-on, and I am ready to absorb every single detail...

DREAM BREAKER:

He is just as hot as I expected when he gets down from the bike. No, he is even more. He is tall, muscular, and handsome. Between his legs he has a huge bulge that is promising a lot. A man like him must have a big set of powerful balls, the source of his strength, the source of his masculinity. I let him feel confident and relaxed as he parks his bike and walks in a determined, arrogant way deeper into the dark alley without knowing a huge shadow is right behind him. Waiting for him, ready to strike when the muscular biker least expects it. I can feel his scent of masculinity and testosterone. He is without any doubt the best target I have hunted so far. Soon the source of all the perfection will be mine!

Everything goes smoothly as the muscular biker walks relaxed without knowing soon he will be just a shy memory of what he used to be. I am about to do my strike when something is disturbing my focus, as if someone were watching me, observing me. I look around but see nobody there. Must be his masculinity that is driving me crazy. I sneak closer to the muscular biker, lift my hands, and cross them, ready to deliver a stunning blow to the man’s neck, right where his skull meets his spine. I kick my leg forward between his legs and strike with a hammer blow to that vulnerable, sensitive spot, hoping the blow will shatter his cervical vertebrae, paralyzing or even killing him with a single strike.

BIKER BULL:

Before my brain can even fully register the threat, a massive leg hooks sharply between my thighs, locking my knees, and a devastating hammer blow comes crashing down right where my skull meets my spine. The impact is brutal, a sickening jolt of agony that rattles my teeth and sends a violent shockwave straight down my back, forcing a guttural gasp from my throat as my hands, still gripped inside my tight leather gloves, instantly claw at the brick wall to keep my heavy frame from hitting the pavement. Groaning through gritted teeth, I use the wall to pivot my bulk around, my leather-clad fingers curling into tight, heavy weapons as I force my eyes to focus on the massive psycho who just tried to break my neck. "You picked the wrong fucking target, motherfucker" I roar.

DREAM BREAKER:

"The wrong target? I don't think so. I've been watching you for a long time, and I know you're exactly the right target," I chuckle as my right hand curls into a fist that shoots with force toward your chin, while my thick, heavy knee is already on its way toward your exposed abs. Before you even have time to react, my hands grab your ears, pulling your head down as I thrust my knee upward again, this time aiming for your handsome face. My cock throbs inside my tight jeans, anticipating the scene to come. Once again, I feel a gaze on my back.

BIKER BULL:

Spitting a thick spray of blood onto your hands, I refuse to go down, my vision completely swimming as I desperately wrap my massive arms around your waist, driving my entire weight forward to tackle you onto the wet gravel.

SKIN MUSCLE:

DreamBreaker’s execution is viciously beautiful; the way he clamps his hands onto the biker’s ears and shatters that handsome face against his kneecap is a masterclass in raw, dominant violence. My cock strains violently against the zipper of my jeans, throbbing hard as I watch the biker desperately wrap his heavy arms around Dream’s waist, dragging both of their massive, sweating bodies down onto the wet gravel. I am practically hyperventilating from the sheer adrenaline . Seeing the master work, seeing him inch closer to taking his prize, only fuels my obsession to wait for the perfect moment to strike, take him out, and claim his entire collection of trophies for myself.

DREAM BREAKER:

He looks even more handsome as I see his chiseled face, just a few inches from mine, as we spin around on the rain-soaked asphalt. His muscular build and firm grip on me only confirm to me that his testosterone levels are high, which makes my cock get even harder as I press my bulge tightly against his. I’m not mistaken—I’ve got a prime specimen in my hands. His hands, covered in black, tight gloves, grab my throat with a firm grip, pressing his bare fingertips into my windpipe as I finally pin him to the ground with my massive weight. I smile broadly, which clearly confuses him, and he increases the pressure of his fingers, trying to cut off my breath with his strong grip. Isn’t that sexy?

I spread both my hands wide and press them against his handsome face, my thumbs seeking out his eyes. I look at him one last time—at his manly, handsome face—as I press my thumbs into his eyes. The soft cornea gives way immediately as my thumbs drill deep into his blue eyes. If this has ever been done to you, you know that the pain is almost paralyzing, like a knife stab that easily induces panic. Some sticky fluid covers my thumbs as they go deeper, eventually piercing both eyes with a small, barely audible “pop,” permanently blinding the man. He screams at the top of his lungs, his body thrashing desperately beneath me as I finally pull my hands away from his face. Where there were two beautiful eyes just a moment ago, there are now two gaping holes spurting blood. The time has come to end this interlude by driving my massive fist into the man’s Adam’s apple, which has bulged out conspicuously as he screams in pain. Three blows—I need to land three blows before that manly cartilage cracks and pushes deep into his windpipe. A fourth blow ensures that the damaged airway collapses. The man’s grip on my neck loosens as his body begins to convulse beneath me, and blood begins to flow from his mouth in a beautiful red stream.

My performance culminates in a final number as I slide my body between the man’s legs and unbutton his jeans, finally pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to confirm my choice. “Perfect, just as I thought,” I say to myself as I stare, almost hypnotized, at his manhood. A thick, flaccid cock, maybe about 9 centimeters, hangs beneath his trimmed pubic hair as if to protect his balls—those two sources of testosterone that make a man a man. I lift his cock to the side and grab the man by his large, perhaps plum-sized testicles, stretching them outward from his body and putting his fragile cords to the test.

BIKER BULL:

I can feel the thick, rock-hard bulge of his crotch pressing violently against mine. It’s an insane, suffocating rush of pure testosterone. The sudden, agonizing shock of his thumbs driving deep into my eye sockets shatters that brief, twisted rush of arousal. ARRRRRGGHHHHHH. Can't handle that level of pain... I scream, a ragged, desperate sound that tears from my throat as my hands slip from his neck, my leather-gloved fingers clawing frantically at the air, at his chest, at the wet pavement... then nothing.

DREAM BREAKER:

With my free hand, I dig a small blade resembling a scalpel out of my leather jacket pocket, placing it at the base of his stretched scrotum. One quick, precise movement of my arm, and the biker’s manly orbs detach from his body. Licking the blade clean I put it back in my pocket, lifting the severed balls up into the air: Perfect! My cock throbs impatiently in my pants as I take a small resealable Minigrip bag out of my pocket, slip my fresh collection of gems inside, and tuck the bag back into my pocket. I get up off the man and take one last look at his handsome features. “Thanks, handsome,” I whisper as I finally disappear into the night, still feeling as if someone is watching me.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The precision of the extraction leaves me utterly paralyzed behind the trash bins, my jaw slack and my chest heaving with a chaotic, suffocating rush of adrenaline. This isn't just murder; it's high art, and the raw, masculine power radiating from the master completely intoxicates me. As Dream lifts the bloody trophies into the dim neon light, a violent, uncontrollable spasm rips through my entire lower body. I moan silently against the brick wall, my core tightening as a thick, hot rush of ejaculation explodes violently inside my tight jeans, soaking the fabric completely. He has no idea I just shared his climax, and he has no idea that very soon, that entire collection is going to belong to me.

I don't like this feeling that is following me even when I hide my massive body in the shadows. I turn to look back, but like before there is nobody. The streets are empty. Am I going crazy, or what is this feeling that doesn't leave me alone?

OFFICER BOLT:

"What is he doing? He is clearly getting excited; anyone would say he is ejaculating in his jeans," I think to myself as I see you getting up finally behind the trash cans. "Hey, you, not one step more. Lift your hands up where I can see them!"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I slide my hands into the air, keeping my back turned to him for a fraction of a second while a slow, deceptive smirk creeps across my face. I force my breathing to slow down, letting my shoulders slump slightly to make my massive frame look defeated, mimicking the compliance of a cornered suspect. "Alright, officer, don't shoot... I was just walking by, I didn't see anything," The cop steps closer, his confidence swelling as he reads my apparent submission, completely unaware that my heavy thighs are already coiling like steel springs beneath my soaked jeans.

The moment he reaches out with his cuffs, his guard completely dropped, I explode forward with a terrifying, explosive burst of power. I duck beneath his extended arms, driving my skull violently into his solar plexus to knock the wind completely out of him, and before he can even gasp, I wrap my thick forearms around his neck and choke him out until his body goes totally limp in my grip.

When Officer finally opens his eyes, the damp, suffocating smell of concrete and stale sweat fills his nostrils. He is stripped completely naked, pinned flat on his back against a heavy wooden table in the center of my gym basement, his massive chest heaving but his limbs completely unresponsive. I step out from the shadows into the single overhead bulb, my chest bare and my veins bulging as I look down at his beautifully sculpted, paralyzed body. "Relax, officer," I whisper, running a heavy, calloused hand down his frozen, rigid abs while his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated panic. "The chemical I injected into your neck keeps your muscles perfectly still, but it leaves your nerve endings completely, exquisitely alive... Is time to practice what I've learned before.

OFFICER BOLT:

Moving my eyes left and right I try to figure out where I am and what my current situation is for real. I try to move my arms and kick my legs, but it's useless; I can't move them, not even an inch, though I feel the chill breeze against my skin. "What the fuck are you trying to do? I am a law enforcement officer. You should not do this. Let me free before it's too late, young man. We can talk this over", I try to calm you down and reason with you.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I look down at you, letting a soft, sympathetic expression wash over my face as I take a slow step closer to the table. I nod my head slowly, mimicking the posture of a young man who just realized he made a massive, life-altering mistake. "You're right... you're totally right, officer," I say, my voice dropping to a vulnerable, nervous whisper as I rest my heavy palms gently on his bare shoulders. "I panicked. Seeing a cop right after watching that freak kill the biker... I just reacted. I don't want to go to prison for the rest of my life. If I let you go, if I give you the antidote right now, can we really just talk this over? You can help me get protection from DreamBreaker?" I let my hands tremble slightly against your skin, giving a ray of hope.

OFFICER BOLT:

I nod to you the best I can and reassure you, "Of course, I will help you and protect you. You have my word for it." I follow your eyes and see you smiling. Could it be that you would really let me go? "It's more than that. I will arrest that Dream Breaker and lock him for good behind the bars".

SKIN MUSCLE:

I lean down even closer "Thank you, officer... God, thank you. He's a monster. He takes them... he cuts them off right there in the dark. I have the antidote right here in my pocket, I'm going to inject it into your thigh now, just please... promise me you'll keep your gun between me and him." I reach into my pocket, letting the fabric rustle as Bolt's eyes lock onto my movement, his pupils dilating with the sudden, euphoric rush of survival.

But instead of a syringe, my hand emerges clutching a pair of heavily broken-in, tight black leather gloves. I lock eyes with him, my expression deadpan as I slowly slide my right hand into the stiff, dark leather, the material stretching with a faint, ominous creak over my thick knuckles. I pull the cuff down tight around my wrist, then repeat the process with the left. Then, the mask completely drops, and a wide, sinister grin splits across my face as I let out a low, mocking laugh that echoes against the concrete walls. "Man, you cops are so fucking predictable," I chuckle, my voice turning cold and predatory as my leather-clad fingers slide down from shoulders, tracing a slow, heavy line over the paralyzed pecs and down across the rigid abs.

Then, the price: A massive, heavily vein-streaked cock, soft and measuring easily about 13 centimeters, hangs flaccidly over his well-groomed pubic area, completely overshadowed by what lies directly beneath it. His testicles are massive, hanging down in an abnormally long, low-slung scrotum that stretches halfway down his inner thighs like heavy, weighted pendulums. It is a spectacular anomaly of masculine anatomy.

OFFICER BOLT:

My eyes follow the hand covered in a leather glove and your gaze, which seems to be staring between my legs. The scent of leather and your obvious interest trigger an unwanted reaction as my cock begins to stiffen involuntarily, pressing against my stomach. “What do you want, young man?” I ask, swallowing deeply.

SKIN MUSCLE:

"I want exactly what makes you a man, officer. Your badge doesn't mean a damn thing down here, but this spectacular machinery between your legs... that's other thing". I slide my hand lower, letting the dark, broken-in leather cup the immense weight of his abnormally low-hanging scrotum, lifting those two massive, heavy pendulums to feel their incredible heft in my palm. DreamBreaker thinks he's seen the best this city has to offer, but he hasn't seen you. I'm going to take my time removing these masterpieces...

OFFICER BOLT:

I listen to what you're saying without fully understanding what you mean. "Are you gay? Do you want me to fuck you? I can do it for you if you want," my voice is almost pleading, "Give me the antidote and I'll make you happy."

SKIN MUSCLE:

No, officer. I'm just a new collector, learning from the best. And like I told you before, that little serum running through your veins only locks your muscles. It doesn't dull your senses. In fact, it sharpens them. You are going to feel the cold bite of the steel, the tug of the skin, and the exact moment your manhood is separated from your body. I slowly slide my hand inside the briefcase, pulling out a polished, razor-sharp surgical scalpel that gleams under the harsh overhead bulb. "Don't blink, officer," I whisper, pressing the icy edge of the blade directly against the base of his low-hanging flesh.

OFFICER BOLT:

"What are you doing? That's not necessary. Put that knife away... son... don't do it!" My voice breaks as I try, in my terror, to talk some sense into you.

SKIN MUSCLE:

With meticulous precision, I make a clean, shallow incision, slicing through the outer layers of tissue. The massive, heavy pendulums finally detach completely into my leather-gloved palm, warm and slick.

Walking over to a digital scale on the workbench, I place the raw trophies onto the metal plate and watch the numbers settle. "Forty-two grams," I whisper, genuinely impressed by the sheer heft of his virility.

To finish the ritual and push his overloaded nervous system past its absolute limit, I wrap my blood-stained leather glove around his stiffening, weeping shaft and begin a brutal, rapid friction. The combination of intense neural trauma and aggressive stimulation forces his body into a sudden, agonizing climax, a thick, desperate explosion of semen erupting across his own rigid abs. . Knowing I can't leave any loose ends behind for the precinct or Dream to find, I drop the scalpel, step behind his head, and cup his chin and skull firmly in my heavy, gloved hands. With one sudden, powerful twist of my upper body, a loud, definitive crack echoes through the basement...

OFFICER BOLT:

Out of the corner of my eye, I see my blood-stained cum spurting onto my ripped abs; the immense pain, the smell of leather, and the danger to my life act as a stimulating force and make me erupt until all that’s spraying from my throbbing cock is blood. Then you move on. The scent of leather on my face… a quick flick of the wrist… and it’s all over…

DREAM BREAKER:

A wide smile is drawn on to my face when I admire my collection. That biker's balls are a perfect addition to it. And the best of all in all this is that weird feeling of being observed is gone. I must be getting paranoid with my strange hobby. I have the biggest collection of human balls in the world. I stroke for a moment, smelling the new balls, feeling them in my free hand until I shoot my load. A cup of tea and time to turn off the light and hit the sack. Planning already my next mission..

SKIN MUSCLE:

That cop was never the main objective but a beautiful detour.. the sheer perfection of that kill proved to me that I am more than ready to claim the ultimate prize. I've spent months in the shadows, tracking DreamBreaker's every move, learning his routines, and mapping out the layout of his secluded home.

DREAM BREAKER:

The following days I spend going through the details of my plan for how to get the balls of my next donor, as I call them. He is a security guard of a bank. I saw him once in the shower of the gym. Fuck, what a pair! Perhaps even bigger than the biker had. The feeling of being observed hasn't come back, and I relax. Life couldn't be better.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I slip through the unlocked kitchen window of Dream's secluded house, the dark, worn leather of my gloves making almost no sound against the frame. Moving like a ghost through the shadows of his hallway, I pause just outside his bedroom door, listening to his deep, even breathing. He's completely relaxed, totally oblivious, his mind filled with fantasies of his next addition. I creep toward the side of his mattress, my muscles coiling like tight steel springs as I pull the heavy, loaded syringe from my jacket pocket. "Your collecting days are officially over, Dream." I think to myself.

DREAM BREAKER:

Suddenly I open my eyes, and without a warning, I snap grab a tight hold of your wrist, forcing your hand away from my body as I jump out of the bed like some fucking panther. "Who the fuck are you?" I ask but don't wait for your answer as my giant fist lands into your abs and my forehead gives you a nasty headbutt.

SKIN MUSCLE:

Before the needle can even graze your skin, you’re out of bed with the terrifying speed of a predatory cat, twisting my arm away and unleashing a devastating counterattack. The headbutt hits me like a sledgehammer causing blood to instantly erupt from my nose. The heavy glass syringe stays gripped tightly in my leather-gloved fingers, but my head is spinning from the sheer, raw power of your assault. A feral, blood-soaked grin splits across my face as I spit a mouthful of crimson onto the floor, realizing that taking the master’s collection is going to be a much more brutal, exhilarating fight than I ever anticipated.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your pale face takes on some color as bright red blood begins to flow from your nose. I bend your arm at the wrist—the one holding the syringe—forcing the needle toward your chest, while the forearm of my free hand is pressed tightly on your throat, pushing you up against the wall. My eyes quickly scan you from head to toe. “You still haven’t answered me. Who the fuck are you? Speak up before it’s too late,” I growl, my eyes blazing with rage.

SKIN MUSCLE:

Even with blood pouring from my nose and my wrist twisting under your terrifying grip, the agonizing proximity of your handsome, enraged face sends a sick, electric thrill straight to my gut. I let out a choked, bubbling laugh right into your face, my teeth stained red as I look directly into your blazing blue eyes. "I'm your biggest fan, Dream," I gasp out. "I watched you break the biker... I took a police forty-two-gram masterpieces right after... and now I've come to take everything you own."

DREAM BREAKER:

I burst out laughing, and my laughter echoes off the walls of my room. “What did you come here to do?” I ask in a disbelieving voice. “You can be my fan, or even kiss my ass, but my collection is mine alone.” I pause for a moment as my eyes narrow. “42-gram balls? So you’re definitely talking about the total weight of the two balls, or do you dare claim that each ball weighed 42 grams?” I press my arm tighter against your throat.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I let out a strained, arrogant chuckle right against the heavy forearm crushing my windpipe, my eyes locked onto yours with absolute confidence. "Each one, Dream," I choke out, watching your pupils dilate instantly as the sheer anatomical perfection of that forty-two-gram prize hooks your obsession.

The momentary distraction is exactly the opening I need. While your mind reels at the thought of those giant trophies, I stop fighting the wrist lock entirely and pivot my lower body with explosive force. I drive my heavy, leather-clad boot stomp directly down onto your foot to break your leverage, and in the split second your grip falters, I wrench my right hand free. I don't aim for your neck this time, instead, I dive low, plunging the tip of the heavy needle straight into the thick muscle of your right thigh and slamming the plunger down just a fraction of an inch before you can tear away. It’s only a tiny, micro-dose of the paralyzing serum... but enough to have fun

DREAM BREAKER:

I tried to imagine what two 42-gram balls would look like in my collection—maybe I’d string them on a necklace, or perhaps embed them in glass and set them in gold frames. I only have one set of 40-gram balls in my collection; these would be bigger. You cut off my thoughts by wriggling free from my slackened grip as I feel a sting in my thick thigh. I twist your wrist away from my body, but I can feel that a small amount of whatever is in the glass reservoir of your syringe is seeping into my muscle tissue. But I’m a big man. Your poison doesn’t take effect right away. Enraged, I release my grip on your wrist and grab you by the hips, lifting your muscular body into the air. Your legs kick at the air as I hurl your body toward the brick wall of the room. “I’m immune to your venom,” I boast in a bombastic voice as I suddenly feel my knee buckle, causing me to stumble forward and finally fall backward into the armchair behind me.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I look over at you, my eyes gleaming with a manic, triumphant intensity as I see the confusion and rage flashing across your handsome face. "Immune?" "Nobody is immune to this, Dream. It's already binding to your receptors, cutting the signals to your heavy muscle fibers. Knowing that the micro-dose was small and the rest of my precious serum is now pooling uselessly among the shattered glass on the floor, I have to move instantly. The paralysis has only locked down your right leg and right arm, and a veteran predator like you will burn through that restriction in a matter of minutes.

DREAM BREAKER:

The sensation is very strange. My skin and body’s sense of touch are working normally; it’s just as if my motor functions have been turned off. I slump into the armchair, leaning slightly to the side onto my left side; I can move those parts a little, but the right side of my body feels paralyzed. “What the fuck are you trying to prove? That you can make me sit down? Or do you want to suck my dick, you pale slut?” I hiss irritably as you get up from the floor, adjusting your tight black gloves, approaching me with a nasty, evil look on your face.

SKIN MUSCLE:

With my left leather-gloved hand, I slam into your throat, pinning your head back against the chair while my right hand aggressively traps your working left arm against the armrest. I lean in so close our noses almost touch. Shifting my weight just enough to keep you pinned, I reach down with my right hand, the tight black leather gripping the waistband of your underwear and ripping it downward with a violent tug. Your massive, heavy manhood springs free, completely exposed and defenseless.

DREAM BREAKER:

You press me tightly against the chair, pinning the moving half of my body under my own weight and eliminating even the slightest chance of defending myself. I don’t know what kind of fucking insidious poison you injected into my flesh that paralyzes my muscles but makes my cock swell instantly to its full size, turning it into a rock-hard rod as you rip off my underwear. I try to twitch and squirm, but my body won’t obey me as I feel the soft leather of your gloves clenching tightly around my shaft. “What the hell you want, you pale faggot? You want my cock? Why didn't you just ask, and I’d have fucked you to death! Get your hands off my cock, or I’ll snap your neck!”

SKIN MUSCLE:

"You're still talking like you're the one in control, Dream" Knowing the paralysis on your right side is a ticking clock, I don't waste another second. I maintain my crushing weight on your chest, pinning your functional left arm, while my right hand firmly holds your massive, low-hanging trophies, feeling their incredible heft and warmth through the tight black leather. I reach into my waistband with my left hand and pull out a small, razor-sharp blade. I smile. And you start feeling the cold metal touching your skin

DREAM BREAKER:

When your hand moves from my cock lower and cups my balls, I understand what your real intentions are. You are not here to play with my cock but for my low-hanging, heavy balls. I try to struggle, but my body is not reacting half as strongly as it should, and you easily block any of my attempts. When the sharp, cold metal is touching my skin softly, my whole body gets tensed. I don't want to move an inch since just one wrong move and your blade could cause permanent, irreversible damage. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT. LEAVE MY BALLS ALONE"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I laugh darkly, drinking in your panic as I trace the cold, razor-sharp edge of the blade up and down your throbbing shaft, teasing the idea of cutting down the whole tree. But my focus shifts down to your massive, low-hanging trophies, lifting them in my leather-gloved hand to feel their incredible heft. My fingers isolate your right testicle, rolling it slightly under the smooth leather. "This one," I murmur. "This is a perfect start"

I press the tip of the razor into the taut skin and begin a slow, agonizingly precise incision. The steel splits the outer layers, opening the tissue to expose the raw anatomy beneath while your body tenses. Then, right as the wound is fully open and the prize is completely accessible, I stop abruptly pulling the blade away and tossing it onto the floor...

DREAM BREAKER:

Feeling my soft skin getting sliced, my body gets tensed, and my mouth drops wide open. "This cannot be happening," I say to myself as I try to move my body. But it is still futile; half of my body is useless. I can feel that weird feeling when the fresh breeze from the air conditioning enters into my open sack. "FUCK HE IS GOING TO TAKE MY JEWELS", I scream to myself and try to struggle harder when I suddenly feel I can move some of my paralyzed fingers again. But is it too late. "Don't do it. I will pay you.. I can do what you want, but don't do it."

SKIN MUSCLE:

I lean down, my mouth brushing against your ear as I whisper, "You're already paying me, Dream." I slowly pull off my tight black leather gloves, tossing them onto the floor next to the blade, exposing my bare hands. I reach down and use my bare fingers to gently stretch the edges of the incision, widening the opening to expose the raw, warm prize completely. Leaning over your lap, I bring my face directly down to your open sack. I press my lips against the warm skin, inhaling the sharp scent of copper and adrenaline, before using my teeth and mouth as the ultimate tool to slowly, meticulously grip and pull the right jewel free.

DREAM BREAKER:

I had always tried to imagine what my victims feel when their jewels are cut off from their bodies. Now I know. It's like thousands of volts of electricity were led into your body, which expands through my lower abdomen into my stomach and all over my body, which begins to shake involuntarily. The pain is immense and totally cuts my breathing completely for a few seconds. The most humiliating thing in all of this is that my cock stays rock hard. I struggle again and this time I feel my paralyzed arm is recovering some movement as I start to lift my body up from the chair.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I step back as the right jewel tears completely free from its internal connections, a thick smear of crimson coating my mouth and chin. I keep the warm, raw prize held securely between my teeth, savoring the metallic taste of my triumph. I slide my bare hands back into the tight black leather gloves, ensuring a perfect fit before I reach into my mouth, retrieve the heavy, pristine gem, and hold it up in my right hand to admire its magnificent heft.

I can feel the heavy muscles of your left side surging with recovered strength as you force your body upward from the cushions, but I instantly shift my weight to pin you back down. Noticing your shaft still throbbing and rock-hard despite the immense trauma, a cruel, mocking smile splits my blood-stained face. I clamp my left, leather-gloved hand tightly around your rigid manhood, unleashing a brutal, rapid friction to force your climax. While my right hand cradles the centerpiece of my new collection, my left hand violently drives your body toward a half-egged eruption of semen across the floor.

DREAM BREAKER:

The left side of my body is waking up, but for now it’s still too weak, and you can easily press me firmly back into the chair as you grab hold of my throbbing cock. With determined and forceful hand movements, you force my thick stream of cum out of my heavy cock with pressure. My cum splatters across your face and onto my pecs and abs. I see red bloodstains in my velvety-soft white seed, as if I were squeezing out a paste of peppermint candy. You keep jerking me off until the very last drop of my bloody cum has gushed out of my swollen cock.

Even though I’m exhausted from the orgasm, seeing blood in my thick, natural yogurt sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins. I push off with my left arm again, and this time I manage to free myself from under your heavy body. “Your poison doesn’t work anymore!” I shout furiously as I slam my elbow into your temple, knocking you onto your back onto the floor stained with sperm and blood, while I slowly rise to my feet, my heavy cock swinging from side to side in front of me. Below it, my left testicle is still intact, while on the right side only bloody, severed cords dangle. I throw myself on top of you on the floor and grab hold of your muscular calves.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The room spins, and I crash onto the wet floor, sliding through the blood and semen. The syringe serum has completely worn off, and your giant frame is fully mobile again. I am flat on my back, gasping for air, but my right leather glove is still squeezed tightly around your right testicle.

My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, and the sheer adrenaline causes my own muscles to lock tight, forcing an immediate, rock-hard erection against my jeans. I sprint over to your nightstand, grab a glass cup, and drop your heavy, bloody testicle inside it with a wet thud. My entire body is rigid, ready to defend my new prize to the death.

DREAM BREAKER:

I watch as you crawl surprisingly quickly to the side table and drop my massive testicles into the clear glass. Just seeing that causes a new, stabbing pain between my legs, but it also serves as a reminder of my revenge. I throw myself on top of you like a 140 kg sack of rocks, trying to press your muscular body against the floor. I can feel your thick, hard cock through your jeans as we wrestle on the floor until I feel a small cut on my arm.

I glance to the side and notice a glass syringe and a razor blade pressed against the skin of my arm. I start to smile despite the pain as I slam my forehead into your face and, with a quick movement, grab the syringe. There isn’t much of the blue poisonous liquid left in the glass vial, but it’ll have to do for now. I jab the needle into your left pec as my knee slams between your legs.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I instantly feel the icy burn of the blue liquid surging into my bloodstream. A heavy, terrifying numbness spreads out from my chest, rapidly locking down the muscles in my upper body and freezing my arms in place. Even as the paralysis grips my chest and spreads toward my limbs, the intense, painful erection trapped in my jeans stays rock hard from the sheer adrenaline of the struggle.

DREAM BREAKER:

Now I know more. I don’t even want to waste my energy trying to control you; instead, I’ll step back and watch as your body gradually slumps and you finally fall to the ground on your back. The poison is truly vicious, because it has absolutely no effect on your erection, which is straining against the fabric of your jeans, desperate to break free. “Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to help you,” I chuckle in a low voice as I take the razor blade and run it around your bulge, cutting a large opening in your crotch. Your cock springs out excitedly, not yet knowing what awaits it as I gently lift your balls, like a precious treasure, out of the opening. “Thirty-eight, thirty-nine,” I say aloud, estimating the weight of your balls.

I repeat the ritual, making a few-centimeter-long incision just above your right testicle until I have an easy access to your bare jewels. My fingers slip inside your scrotum, fishing out your pale, ivory-colored testicle until I take it deep into my warm mouth. I taste its surface, feeling the beat of your heart in its texture. “Perfect,” I think, until I close my eyes and my mouth snaps my teeth against your fragile cords, snapping them between my teeth. Blood splatters across my face as I feel your testicle detach from your body.

I roll it around in my mouth for a moment, fighting the urge to bite it, to puncture it, until it explodes in my mouth into a shapeless pulp. No, this will become the jewel of my collection, alongside my own.

SKIN MUSCLE:

My eyes wide, I can only watch helplessly as you spit the bloody, ivory-colored jewel from your mouth, holding it up to catch the dim light of the bedroom. The two gems sit side by side, bathed in a gruesome mix of blood and glass.

I feel the numbness in my chest begin to recede, a faint prickle of warmth returning to my fingertips. I keep my body completely limp, staring blankly at the ceiling to ensure you think I am still totally paralyzed. This hidden recovery is the only advantage I have left. Looking down at my crotch, I see your eyes lock onto my remaining left testicle, your bloody face twisting into a determined, obsessive grin. You want to win this completely; you want to leave me entirely empty while you still have one of your own jewels intact. Now I'll wait...

DREAM BREAKER:

Glancing your paralyzed body I drop your right ball into the same glass where my ripped-off nut is and return back to you. "Relax boy, there is something more we need to do before finishing the process", I chuckle as I take a firm grip of your veiny cock, admire it thickness for a moment, and start to jerk it with long , demanding strokes from the the to the base and back. "Don´t struggle, give me your last load, just as you tried to take mine"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I harness the intense, aggressive friction of your hand on my shaft, using my deep physical training to deliberately suppress the urge to ejaculate. The massive surge in my heart rate acts like an engine, rapidly flushing the remaining poison out of my bloodstream. The moment my muscles fully snap back to life under my control, I don't wait for you to finish, then I use that explosive momentum to launch my upper body forward, catching you completely off guard.

I slam my weight into your chest, forcing your heavy frame flat against the floor and pinning your arms beneath my knees before you can react to the sudden reversal. The built-up pressure from my delayed climax reaches its absolute breaking point as I dominate you. Leaning down over your face, I release the heavy load, muy own peppermint candy eruption directly into your open mouth, forcing you to take every drop of the not sweet tho metallic-tasting load. "Alex, enjoy this sweetness" I whisper. And yes, I know your name. I know you A LOT.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am surprised. I'm surprised that you know my name and surprised by the abundance of your load. It was as if the balls had sensed the danger threatening them and wanted to empty as much of their precious contents as possible, all that sticky cream, into my open mouth. I swallow it the best I can as you keep my body pinned down against the floor. But I have a smile on my face. And when I swallow your last drop, I finally speak. "If you really know me, then you should know I always consume the last seed of my donors. They give me their strength with their last man cream." I lift my legs up, hooking them as I wrap them around your waist. My two giant pythons coil deep into your core as I turn my hips to one side, pulling your body down from mine. As soon as you free my arms, I send my elbow into your temple.

SKIN MUSCLE:

Now the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. I scramble backward against the base of the chair as I see you wiping the remnants of the white&read load from your chin

DREAM BREAKER:

I stand up from the floor, grab you by your legs, and pull you closer to me. Your still hard cock and your bleeding ball sack hanging between your legs. "Where the fuck do you think you are going? I haven't finished you yet. And hey, pale face, thanks for the protein shake. Very tasty. Pity it was your last load ever". I reach with my free hand your hanging, remaining ball.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I don't back down. As your hand reaches for my remaining jewel, my right hand flashes forward with frantic speed, bypassing your guard and clamping tightly around your own left, intact testicle. I squeeze with every ounce of raw, desperate strength left in my fingers. The sudden, overwhelming surge of pain and adrenaline triggers a violent, involuntary spasm through my core. I cannot control my cock and erupts with a new creamy explosion without even touch me, that tsumani covers your crotch and tights.

DREAM BREAKER:

My mouth snaps open, surprised by your sudden attack. You get a firm hold of my remaining nut, sinking your fingertips into it wanting to destroy what is left of my manhood or rip it off too. I add pressure on your remaining ball when you suddenly shoot a thick load on my stomach and hand and add pressure on me trapped nut. My eyes widening as I stare at you, my body starts to shiver, tremble, and then.... I SHOOT A HUGE LOAD that lands on your cock and pubis. "Stop, stop for a moment", I manage to whisper through the pain and the sudden orgasm. "What about a pact? I let you to keep one ball and you let me to keep my last one? What do you say?", I loosen a bit my grip of your nut.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I slowly ease the crushing pressure of my fingers on your remaining jewel, matching your movement as the room quietens down to the sound of our heavy, ragged breathing. My chest heaves, covered in a chaotic mix of sweat, semen, and blood. I reach down with my left hand, sliding a gloved finger through the warm, thick mixture of your fluid pooling on my stomach. I lift it to my lips, tasting it, I close the gap between us and press my bloody mouth directly against yours in a fierce, chaotic kiss, forcing the taste of your own manhood.

DREAM BREAKER:

Unlike perhaps many other men, I have never felt the taste of my own manhood, my own load, but that is not the thing that makes me confused. Your lips are sealing against my lips as you move my cream into my mouth. My tongue gets out of my mouth entering into you, and I release your remaining ball. I don't understand what is going on, what is happening to us, but my cock seems to enjoy getting rock hard again between us. I feel something rubbing my abs realizing I am not the only one here getting excited. "What is happening?" I murmur into your mouth.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding past yours to claim your mouth completely, tasting the mix of fluids, so new and so exotic. An intoxicating rush. Our chests press tight against each other, the frantic heat of our bodies locking us together as the friction between our midsections make us even more harder. I simply trail my mouth down to your jawline, leaving a wet, crimson track against your skin.

DREAM BREAKER:

Not controlling my body anymore, I devour your face and neck as our cocks have started some kind of sensual dance between them, coiling around each other like drunk snakes that want to be as one. My remaining ball is churning, going almost overloaded, preparing another portion of masculine cream. "What is this? What is going on?", I whisper as my hands are pulling your body closer to mine.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I lean in close, my breath hot and ragged against your neck, whispering into the dark space between us. "Stop trying to understand it. Just feel it. We want the same things, we hunt the same way, and now we share the exact same scar". I pull your massive frame even tighter against me, letting our slick, rigid bodies lock together completely. The agony between our legs blurs entirely with the surge of mutual arousal. I guide your hands toward the nightstand where our trophies rest side by side in the glass. "We are the exact same creature now. One collection. Shared"

DREAM BREAKER:

There’s wisdom in your words, and I’m beginning to feel that same sense of connection with you. It’s as if we were one and the same flesh, separated from one another until our shared passion for the same thing brought us together. I feel your hot breath against my skin as I gaze at our large testicles in the clear glass. “They’re prime specimens,” I whisper to you. Our cocks continue their exotic dance, dripping precum onto each other’s shafts until they stiffen into stillness. I stare into your eyes and smile as both of our throbbing cocks, in perfect sync and simultaneously, spurt our masculine cream, the seed of manhood, onto each other. It’s like a seal on the union we’ve formed.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The shared eruption coats our skin. I let my forehead rest against yours for a moment, our breathing gradually slowing down into a synchronized rhythm as the tension finally drains from our muscles.

DREAM BREAKER:

I collapse on my back, finally releasing my hold of you as you fall down on top of me. Staring at your face, I smile and move my hands on your buttocks. "We share the collection then. Work for it together; make it grow bigger, hunting together. " I can tell my words are having an effect on you as your cock, despite the fact we just shot our loads, starts to nod, growing bigger between us. "You seem to like the idea," I chuckle as you move your body and sit on my abs. "We will start tomorrow evening, deal?"

SKIN MUSCLE:

"DEAL" I shake your hand, firmly.

DREAM BREAKER:

I chuckle and squeeze your pale muscular ass cheeks. Suddenly I turn on to one side, making you to fall down on the floor next to me. Before you even have time to struggle, I am already on top of your back. My hand moves between your legs, trying to find your shattered sack and, more importantly, your remaining ball. "Are you stupid or what, skin head? Do you really think I would share my collection with you? You idiot!", I laugh loud into your ear as I try to reach your last balls between my fingers.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The sudden betrayal snaps me completely out of the daze. TOTAL FURY. I twist violently beneath your massive weight before your fingers can lock onto my remaining jewel. Using the momentum of your own shift, I violently arch my back, throwing you off balance just enough to free my limbs. I drive a brutal kick straight into your jaw, sending your head snapping backward. I spring to my feet instantly, ignoring the agonizing fire between my thighs, and bring my heavy boot down with absolute, crushing force onto both of your hands flat against the floor. I can hear how the small bones get broken.

DREAM BREAKER:

I scream from the bottom of my lungs as I feel and hear the bones in my thin hands snapping under your boot. I try to pull them free, but your grip is tight, and eventually I collapse face-first at your feet. “Let go, you pale monkey, you’ve crushed my hands!”

SKIN MUSCLE:

I maintain the crushing pressure on your broken hands, ignoring your screams as I lean down and use my weight to pin your upper body completely flat against the floor. With your hands shattered and useless beneath my boots, you are entirely defenseless as I jam my heavy, rigid manhood directly into your open mouth, forcing it deep down your throat to cut off your air supply completely.

DREAM BREAKER:

I struggle, gag, trying to breath, fill my lungs with air but your cock is too thick, cutting my air supply completely. My face is turning red, then dark blue almost and finally pale as I try to move it away from your thick leaking cock. All is getting grey, then dark.. then...

Dream opened his eyes, the cold floor pressing against his face as the lingering haze of unconsciousness slowly cleared. Directly in front of him, hanging limply against the wall, was the familiar cord that had once held his prized necklace of trophies. It hung completely bare, every single gem ruthlessly stripped away by Skin. Before the shock could fully register, a blinding agony flared up from between his legs. Dream looked down, his vision blurring as he realized that Skin hadn't just taken the trophy from the necklace; he had reopened the wounds, taking the Dream's remaining jewel and leaving his scrotum completely hollow and torn open.

As he fought to stay conscious, his eyes flickered toward the distant edge of the nightstand. There, sitting entirely alone in the glass, was a single, familiar pale testicle. Tucked beneath the base of the glass was a blood-stained scrap of paper with a brief, mocking message: "Alex, I leave you a small piece of me so you remember me."

TO BE CONTINUED....

Published: 2026-07-02, viewed 90 times.