THE HIGH TABLE

Deep in the remote Ironwood Wilderness of northern Minnesota, where the dense boreal forest meets the jagged edges of the Canadian Shield, the trees grow thick and unforgiving. Towering black pines and ancient spruce form a near-impenetrable canopy, blotting out the moonlight and turning the forest floor into a maze of shadows, fallen logs, moss-covered boulders, and tangled underbrush. The ground is a carpet of pine needles, damp earth, and rotting leaves that muffles footsteps but hides treacherous roots and hidden sinkholes. A light mist clings to the air, carrying the sharp scent of resin, wet bark, and distant decay. Scattered clearings reveal rocky outcrops slick with lichen, a small trickling stream cutting through the terrain, and the occasional skeletal remains of fallen giants — perfect natural weapons or traps in a no-rules brawl. The surrounding wilderness is alive with nocturnal sounds: distant owl hoots, rustling branches, and the occasional snap of twigs under unseen paws. Temperatures drop sharply after sunset, leaving the air chilly and damp, sweat and blood steaming off heated bodies. This is a place where men vanish — swallowed by nature's brutality.

Stephen had tracked Bjorn for weeks. The 24-year-old professional hunter, 6’1” and 245 pounds of tactical precision, was hired by shadowy clients who wanted the notorious outlaw erased. Stephen moved like a ghost through the trees — short-cropped dark hair, thick beard framing a confident smirk, his powerful frame clad in black tactical gear: a reinforced security vest, gloves, boots, and utility belt loaded for silent kills. His 46” chest and 25” thighs powered him through miles of pursuit, his 8-inch cock heavy in his pants as the thrill of the hunt always stirred something primal in him.

He’d studied Bjorn’s file obsessively: the vicious 38-year-old heel powerhouse known as Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan — 6’3”, 305 pounds of pure destruction, short dark hair with a perpetual five-o’clock shadow, lightly hairy muscled torso marked by a bold Nordic circle tattoo over his left pec. 60” chest, 40” waist, 25” biceps, tree-trunk 37” thighs, and a menacing 10-inch uncut cock with big low-hanging balls that the outlaw loved to weaponize in his infamous no-mercy matches.

After days of closing the net, Stephen finally cornered his target at dusk in a small rocky clearing surrounded by thick pine walls. A massive fallen spruce lay across one side like a natural barricade, its broken branches sharp as spears. Moonlight filtered weakly through the canopy, casting eerie silver patches on the mist-shrouded ground.

Bjorn stood waiting — no running, no fear. Shirtless under an open leather vest (echoing his barroom persona), ripped jeans clinging to his massive legs, and heavy boots planted firm. His thickly muscled, lightly hairy body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, the Nordic tattoo dark against his skin. He cracked his knuckles, a savage grin splitting his bearded face.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

“Well, well… look what the pretty little tracker dragged in. You’ve been sniffing my ass for weeks, boy. Thought you’d just put a bullet in the big bad wolf and collect your paycheck? Cute. Real fuckin’ cute. Come on then, security bitch. Let’s see if that fancy gear can handle a real man.”

THE STEPHEN

“First of all, I am not a security guy. I am a sniper. and snapper and came here to snap ur neck. after breeding ur hairy ass." I step forward. stare at u. I don´t wait, don´t hesitate but lunge on u. my uppercut comes fast aiming ur jaw and shove my knee into ur exposed abs.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

As you run your mouth I start toward you keeping my dark eyes locked on yours. We just get eye to eye and both lunge in toward each other, my big fists already up. I grab that uppercut and growl, "Nice fist...hope I don't have to break it" but then that knee strikes hard in my abs making me grunt loudly as I let your hand go and double over and grab your shoulders then rock my head toward yours going for a headbutt to your face.

THE STEPHEN

Your headbutt hits my face hard; didn't expect it at all. tilts my head backwards. I feel my nose bleeding. the blood running down along my face all the way into my mouth. that copper taste of blood just makes me hornier as I feel something stirring in my pants. "not bad hairy mouth." I take clumsy steps backwards but manage to control my body and stay on my feet. I surge on you, wrapping my arms around your waist as I lift your bulky body up from the ground against the tree behind your back and shove my knee into your abs.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

That headbutt hitting hard and I grin as I see the blood running down to your mouth. "Now that's what I like to see. A man who bleeds nice." I shoot back as you stumble back. I move toward you peeling off my vest and tossing it over onto the dry ground. My hands reach out and grab onto your tactical vest and belt fast...experience with guys like you have taught me well as I OPEN up the catches on your vest and utility belt YANKING them open and off you and tossing them aside with a sneer and a "there we go...Batman...no utility belt or armor now...let's see what you..." Just then you surge toward me fast wrapping your arms around me LIFT me off the ground. This is a strong little fuck and that makes ME hornier as you shove me against the tree and drive that knee into my abs. I don't wait as I bring my big hands up and CLAP them over your ears, making them ring and swing one boot up catchin you in your crotch.

THE STEPHEN

My mouth flies open in a scream, and my hands move to my crotch as I stumble backward, my head spinning from your ear clap. I finally fall to one knee as I watch your hairy face contort into a mocking grin. You approach me. confident. victorious, a warrior coming to finish off his opponent. Good. I let you come closer, and then, unexpectedly, I lunge at you, wrapping my arms around the upper part of your thighs and knocking you onto your back on the ground with me. I grab your arms tightly and drive my knee twice in quick succession into your exposed balls. “an eye for an eye, a ball for a ball,” I murmur.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

Those tactics get me released from your grip just as I knew it would. I drop to my boots as you stumble backwards but stay on your feet and I start toward you knowing that you’re not nearly finished yet. But I intend to toy with you a lot more before I finish you off and destroy you. “Admit it sniper boy. I’m more than you can handle and we both know it.” I grin, taunting you. Just as I get close, you lunge in grabbing my muscle thighs and slamming me down on my bare back to the ground. My hands grab at your shirt and RIPPP it off your body, exposing your bare chest and I grab the torn material intent on wrapping it around your throat and choking you with it. Before I can, however, you grab my arms and drive that knee of yours into my crotch twice as I ROAR out. I’ve taken hits to the balls before but never with somebody wearing tactical pants with metal pads in the knees like yours. Fighting through the pain, I manage to plant my boots and bridge UP as hard as I can, trying to throw your weight off me before you get any more bright ideas.

THE STEPHEN

You're a tough nut to crack, just as I expected since you're able to push me off you even after my blows. Many other men in your situation would already be crying in the muddy ground. I spring to my feet as if I had springs in my legs and take a fighting stance in front of you. “There’s a big bounty on your head, and I’m here to cash my reward check,” I growl as I adjust my hardening cock in my tactical pants. I lunge forward and throw an uppercut at your hairy chest, but just as I’m about to land it, only a few inches away from you, I spin around on my heels and raise my foot into the air, aiming for your throat.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

This muscled fucker definitely has my attention especially after those hits to my crotch but seeing that hot muscled chest of yours just makes my big cock throb more and I roll over and get to my feet fast with my fists coming up fast. “Yeah you’re here to cash in alright…but you’re not cashing a check, mother fucker. You’re going to be cashing in with your life after I’m done with you!” I spit back at you. I see that uppercut coming and deflect it with one big forearm and I can’t help but be impressed at that spinning kick you launch at me. I nearly back out of range as it misses my throat but snaps across my face snapping my head as blood sprays out from my nose and mouth. I whip my head back around and suddenly charge in and ram a big shoulder to your sternum, lifting you off your feet as I run with you over my shoulder toward a massive redwood tree intending to slam your spine into it!

THE STEPHEN

My back slams against the tree trunk with such force that the air is knocked out of my lungs. but I’ve been battered by worse storms. I cling to your sweaty, hairy body, wrapping my arms and legs around you like a coconut hunter climbing a palm tree. I hit my forehead against your face again in a swift motion, dazing myself a bit too, as my mouth finds its way to your neck, first tasting your sweaty skin and then, to your surprise, sinking my teeth deep into your flesh like some fucking vampire as your blood floods into my mouth.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

I hear your air blast out of your body from the impact and again, I’m impressed that you didn’t cry out. Most men would have given up at this point or their spine would have been shattered. And fuck me, but the fact that you’re still in this just makes me even hornier and more determined to use you and abuse you and take you. You climb onto me, wrapping around me as we stand there against that tree. That forehead to my face flattens my nose with an audible CRUNCH and then blood flowing from my now-broken nose. Not the first time that’s happened but you, I feel a surge of lust fly through me and from what I can feel from your crotch pressed into mine, you’re feeling it too. I growl deep from my throat, “Keep that up, sniper boy, and I’ll fuck that ass so hard you’ll think you died and went to heaven. But I won’t kill you til after I breed you!” Just then, your mouth is on my neck and I ROAR out as you SINK your teeth into neck deep, cutting into the skin and I feel the blood flowing out into your mouth. So many ways this could go and I have to pick one and I move back with you still wrapped around me and sucking the fucking crimson from my neck. As fucking hot as this is, I know you’re trying to weaken me with blood loss and I won’t let that happen if I can help it. I turn us around and spy the large boulder to my right and move toward it fast and DROP down onto it using your back to cushion the impact of me falling onto it.

THE STEPHEN

"You disgusting pig!" I pull my teeth away from your neck as my back slams against the rock, the weight of your body amplifying the impact. My whole body bends forward as I feel my spine being put to the test, and I wrap my thick arms around your waist, pulling myself against you. I feel your hardened manhood against mine; I lift my thighs into the air, wrapping them around your waist, coiling them deep into your core like two hungry pythons devouring their prey. I can see your eyes bulging as you feel my legs pressing against your lower ribs. “I will collect my payment, is that clear, buddy?”

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

Our bodies drop onto the boulder as I hear your yell…your teeth coming off my neck as your spine takes the brunt of the impact as I fall on top of you. Thinking that would be enough to break your grip on me, I try and raise up but your thick arms slide around my waist and then your muscled thighs lock on around me was well. Those massive quads of yours squeezing in tight as I growl in protest. I bring my right hand up under your jaw and shove your head back cranking your neck down against the boulder as those legs squeeze it tighter. My left fist comes up as starts slugging and punching at your ribs as I snarl back, “You…will…never…collect…or…take…me…fucker!”

THE STEPHEN

I scream in pain feeling your furious impacts breaking my ribs each time your fist lands on my ribs leaving me no other option than to open my legs and release your body from my hold. I fall down on the ground, rolling away from you as I land finally on my back. You look angry, furious, determined to end with my life as you approach me again. I move my gaze up, see you towering me as all of a sudden I raise my leg and send a hard kick right between your legs trying to rupture your precious stones.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

My hard punches getting me released from your legs as I can hear bones snapping and see the bruises already forming down your sides. I move back on my feet as you roll across the ground away from me. I’m already coming toward you as you land on your back, my face always looks angry even when I smile, but this time I am angry. This fucking piss ant thinks he’s going to take me down and collect some damn reward? I got a reward for him and it doesn’t involved money! I get to you and raise my big right boot about to stomp the fuck out of your chest when that boot of yours comes flying up and slams into my bulge! I roar out in agony as my eyes bulge and stumble back feeling the shooting pain of that shot up and down my muscled body. I trip backwards and land back first in the middle of the shallow stream running through the woods and work to push the pain away and get my ass back up before sniper boy decides to be a fool and try and attack again.

THE STEPHEN

Sometimes luck smiles on you out of the blue, and when that happens, you’ve got to seize the moment. Carpe Diem! And right now is exactly that kind of situation, as I see you with your ass in the air and your face in the stream, struggling. “A little mermaid surely knows how to hold her breath underwater.” I stomp my boot on the back of your head, pressing your face into the bottom of the stream while kicking your exposed side. “Give my regards to Poseidon.”

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

I roll over in the stream and just get to my hands and knees as sniper bitch comes at me and STOMPSSSSSSS that boot to the back of my head sendin my face into the water. Just deep enough that he could fucking drown me as I hear your fucking taunts. I suddenly swing my left leg and boot backwards and UP right into your crotch driving it in good and hard as I twist and try to get away, spitting out filthy water as I twist.

THE STEPHEN

The protection on my tactical pants is designed to guard against frontal strikes, but they are vulnerable to kicks from below. Your leg strikes like a steel fist beneath the protection, hitting the target directly. I don’t even have time to scream as the pain paralyzes my body, and I fall to my knees beside you, trying in vain to protect my groin. My breath catches in my throat as I finally collapse face-first onto the ground, my body curling into a fetal position. I see you getting up. “Oh, motherfucker. Fuck.”

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

That blow got me loose just like I thought it would. I roll away from you and get to my feet and stand over you with a grin. “You might have scoped me out to find out all about ME but I already did the same thing to you, fucker! I know all about tactical gear cause I used to be what you are…a hired killer…oh pardon me…a sniper!” I come to where you are reach down grabbing your head and shoving into the water. “Have a nice long drink, bitch!” I growl as I stand and plant my boot on the back of your neck and reach down grabbing the ass of your pants and RIPPPPPPPPPPPPP them open exposing that ass of yours. “Oh yeah, now that’s a nice ass! I wonder if my hand could fit in there. Guess there’s only way to find out huh?” I snarl down at you and laugh.

THE STEPHEN

Just as I feared, you stand up and press your boot down on the back of my neck, submerging my head in the stream. I hold my breath, I’ve been practicing this for years and can go without breathing for several minutes, during which time I need to figure out a way to turn the tables. You say something, but I can’t hear your words underwater; instead, I feel my pants rip and a cool breeze chill the skin on my ass. Then I feel your touch. “Oh, goddamn it… I have to come up with something fast.” I try the same trick you did and aim a mule kick backwards as high as possible.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

I watch you struggle as I hold your head under the water and if your training was like mine I know that you can stay under longer than most men. And, I already have an idea of what you’re going to try. I see that leg of your coming up and I twist out of range of it and laugh, “Face it, sniper boy…you’re dealing with somebody who knows everything you know. Every tactic…every strategy…every countermove. You may think you’re superior to most men, but NOT to ME!” I twist back around and stand over you moving my boot off your neck with my legs apart and my boots on either side of you. I reach down pulling your head out of the water as I grab your arms and drop down on your lower back, pulling your arms behind your back tight in my grip. “Now, you have a couple of choices here. One…I break your arms and legs and fuck your ass before I kill you. Or two…I snap your neck and fuck you before I kill you. Either way, I’m taking that ass and you’re not leaving this forest alive and I already know what I’ll do with your dead body once I finish using it…and you know exactly what I mean. Rule 86 – ‘Never Leave The Evidence Behind’.” Your muscled body twisting under me as I wrench your arms harder and lean down, my voice low and dangerous. “Make a choice now…otherwise I’ll make it for you.”

THE STEPHEN

"If you know me that well, pussy face, then you should know the answer as well. I'd never let a dirty frog with the slimy little dick, like you, touch my ass as long as I live. So go ahead and kill me if you've got the balls to do it!" I struggle and shake my body trying to make you lose your balance, knowing it's all futile.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

The grin on my face just spreads wider as I keep a tight grip on your arms as I spy your equipment belt next to us. I slide up placing a knee on your trapped arms and snarl, “Move on arm even an inch fucker and I will snap your fucking neck.” I grab your belt and open a pouch on it and find the thin restraining wires that are in there. Before you can think about moving, I wrap the wire around your wrists binding them together then move my knee. “Now, that’s better, isn’t it, sniper bitch?” I chuckle as I undo the front of my pants and haul out my big cock and balls then slide down and RAMMMMMMMMMMMMM all 10 inches of my thick cock IN your tight ass down to the base as I GROWL in pleasure, “OH FUCK YES! NOTHING LIKE A NICE TIGHT VIRGIN HOLE!” I start thrusting and drilling your ass hard deep and rough as the sounds of the forest and the stream are all around us as dusk settles in.

THE STEPHEN

Your giant cock is not only long but it´s also thick, stretching and breaking my hole, tearing my virgin tunnel into shreds. My screams echo in the empty forest; perhaps only the wolves and bears can be witnesses of my humiliating moment. To increase my humiliation, my flesh sword is iron hard, dripping precum, and my hairy balls are churning in my bruised sack.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

Your screams are like music to my ears as we both hear the wolves answer your yells with their own calls as I grab your hips pulling you up on your knees and reach down feeling your cock hard as fuck. I stop thrusting in your ass for a moment and grab your belt again. “Oh yeah, don’t worry…I’m going to capture this all on video for me to watch later. It ought to make great jackoff material for me, boy!” I unhook the body cam from your belt and set it up so it records every moment as I start drilling and thrusting into your hole, grinning as I see the blood seeping from your hole. I reach down under you and wrap one big hand around your cock and stroke it in time with my thrusts. “How’s that feeling faggot? You having as much fun as you thought you would? Maybe you want to send a copy of this to your superiors just so they know you’re taking care of business?” I taunt you as I fuck your hole hard and slow and deep making sure you feel very thrust of my cock and every stroke of your dick.

THE STEPHEN

I can´t hold it any longer. It´s not only your strokes but also your thick cock that keeps hammering my sensitive joynut. My body starts to tremble, my legs kick the air as my cock erupts in your hand, filling it with my thick man cream. "you fucking pathetic faggot. I will kill you for this!"

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

I feel that cock of yours erupt in my hand and hear your howls of release and your empty threats and smile as I slow my thrusts down for a moment, then bring my cum filled palm up and around to your mouth and growl, “Shut the fuck up and lick up your fucking cum bitch!” I force feed you your own hot load from my hand but pull my hand away before you think about biting it…I grin to myself…biting the hand that feels you. I chuckle to myself as I grab your hips again and start power thrusting your hole harder and deeper and more savagely as your own body cam captures every moment for my enjoyment later.

THE STEPHEN

You keep drilling into my bleeding wound like some oil-pumping piston, breaking and tearing everything in its path. At some point, I lose consciousness partially, and my face is pressed into the mud on the bank of the stream. Subconsciously, I know you won’t set me free—if only my death were at least honorable.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

My thrusts in and out of your bloody hole getting faster and faster and suddenly my dark eyes go WIDE as I throw my head back and THRUSTTTTTTTTTTT in once more as an animalistic HOWL of pleasure erupts from my throat as my huge cock EXPLODESSSSSSS deep in your ass…shooting thick massive ropes of pent-up man juice into it…filling your bloody hole up and flowing back out as my balls empty their contents. I keep thrusting and drilling as my orgasm seems to go on forever but then it starts to subside and I roughly yank my cock from your hole and stand up over you fastening my pants back closed and grab the bodycam shutting it off and tucking it into my pants pocket. I look down at you with almost pity and spit on your bare back. “Look at you down in the mud like the pathetic faggot you are. Don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about anything very soon. By the way, that was the best piece of ass I’ve in a long time.” I grab your belt again as I move around to your head and open another pouch on the belt and pull out a small gun like device. “Oh good…they still give you guys these hand torches. Good…that will come in handy.”

THE STEPHEN

When I get back to me, I feel your hands are searching something from my belt. I try to lift up my head and turn to look behind me as I see that torch in your hand. "What do you want? Make fireworks to celebrate your victory. You are a pathetic fart!"

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

You raise up and look around as I come back around to face you and pulling out another length of the binding wire from your belt. “Oh no…not fireworks. I have another use for that very soon and you’ll be able to witness it up close and personal but first there’s one more thing that needs to be handled.” I move around behind you as you stay on your knees and bring my boot up and plant it on your back and shove your head back down to the ground. I drop to one knee and quickly wrap the binding wire around your cock and balls and without any warning, I YANK the two ends of the wire and watch as the sharp wire SLICES through your cock and balls severing them from your body. I collect them off the ground and move my boot away and come back around and shove them in your mouth. “There”, I growl, “a fitting honorable end for a soldier.”

THE STEPHEN

It all happens so fast. A cold, searing pain, warm fluid, my blood gushes out of my new wound, and then you shove my manhood down my throat, cutting off my breath completely. Any hope of a dignified death is gone. “Kill me, faggot,” I mumble as my cock slides down my throat.

Bjorn Ironwolf Harlan

I stand back with a self-satisfied grin on my face as ya mumble and choke on yer own manhood. Then, I smile wider and reply, “Your wish is my command, cocksucker!” With that, I gather my jacket and your belt and move about six feet away and fire up the hand held torch and aim it at the nearby redwood tree carefully cutting through it as I keep checking for angle and rate of descent. Just as I start to cut through the last part that will bring it down, I yell out “INCOMING!!!!” I move back as the loud CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK echoes through the forest as the 20 foot tree topples over and comes crashing down on top of your body and I laugh at the sick sound of your body being crushed and hear your final scream.

I wait for silence to descend in the forest, then shrug my shoulders and walk away, saying to no one in particular, “You just have to know how to handle people, Bjorn. Life works better that way. Now, onward!” I walk out of the forest and find your vehicle and get in and start it and drive off leaving your remains for the forest denizens to find.

Published: 2026-07-01, viewed 52 times.