THE HIGH TABLE

SKIN MUSCLE: 

The morning sun cuts across the cruise ship deck as I walk back from the gym, my muscles pumped from the early workout. I’m carrying a protein shake, thinking about the last two days of our honeymoon, how perfect it’s been (except for that massive janitor who keeps staring at us with that creepy, hyper-masculine vibe). I shrug it off and swipe my keycard to enter our cabin, expecting to see my wife sleeping.

Instead, the smell of copper and sex hits me instantly. My wife is sprawled on the bed, naked, brutally fucked, bred, and killed right in our room. Blood stains the white sheets, and her body is completely lifeless. Outside the room a janitor's cart sits parked.

I drop my protein shake, the plastic cup shattering as the liquid mixes with the blood on the floor. I fall to my knees beside the bed, staring at her lifeless eyes, my mind completely short-circuiting. The crushing weight of guilt hits me like a physical blow. I did this. I chose to pump my own muscles, to satisfy my vanity, leaving her completely unprotected just so I could chase a pump. Suddenly, a bright glow catches my eye. The cabin television is on, casting a cold blue light over the room. It’s playing a video on a loop, recorded from a hidden camera across the bed, capturing every single detail of what happened while I was gone. My chest heaves with a mixture of agony and pure, unfiltered rage. I sit down heavily on the edge of the blood-stained mattress, staring at the screen as my hands lock into tight, trembling fists, my knuckles turning white as I watch what TV is showing...

MUSCLE MARINE: 

The video plays in fast motion, almost like a preview trailer - A man walks in on a sleeping hot lady who is startled. She tries to defend herself, throwing pillows first, then punches to his gut, but then the dybamic shifts and his fist lands in her stomach, folding hee, just enough for him to have his way with her. She rips her nightgown off her, throws her on the bed, and proceeds to fuck her deep and senseless, making her thrash, bleed more and then snaps her neck clean. The image is not too clear to make out who the man is, but it is clear he is in uniform... one matching a janitor's blue overall. The tv clip ends with a message saying - VANITY KILLS. Clearly a message for someone...

At that moment, the alarm in the boat goes off, and panick arises. Several of the couples on the boat rush to the corridor, and onto deck... someone else was found dead... the captain - found standing at the ship's wheel, but his head twisted to the back, mouth bleeding. Same M.O. Different target. Another message... SLOTH KILLS, was pinned to his back, a note with his own knife stabbed into him.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I sprint out of the cabin, pushing past the panicked couples flooding the hallway. The chaos leads me toward the bridge, where a crowd has gathered outside the glass doors. I shove my way through and see the horror inside. ... SLOTH KILLS. ... VANITY KILLS... Pride and Sloth. My mind races as I look at the surrounding luxury of the cruise liner. If he is executing people based on the seven deadly sins, the next target is obvious on a luxury cruise ship. The grand dining hall. It's mid-morning, the massive buffet is packed with wealthy passengers gorging themselves, and Gluttony is the most prominent sin on this deck. I turn away from the bridge and run toward the central elevators, gripping the handrail as I descend, ready to catch the massive janitor and have my revenge.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I am standing amongst the crowd gathered on the deck while you inspect the standing captain's dead body, then turn around and tell everyone not to panic and calm down - that everything will be alright and dealt with. I chuckle on the inside as I watch you rush to the main hall... like you suddenly discovered something. I follow you close by, watching you move in those tight gym clothes, your muscles rippling in them. Seeing you heading towards the Grand Dining Hall, I can already understand how your mind is reeling, working around the enigma of the killings.

But down the corridor, on your way, I see you stop when something catches your eye... a silhouette turning the corner pushing a utility cart... Must be the janitor's.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

Back on the bridge, I had to flash my badge and yell that I was a detective to get the hysterical crowd and the ship's security to calm down. I just wanted to disconnect completely on this honeymoon—to leave the violence of the job behind and just be a husband. Instead, the job found me in the most agonizing way imaginable. But I'm not a cop on duty anymore. Not after what I saw on that television screen. This isn't about handcuffs or legal justice. This is eye for an eye.

Near the entrance to the Grand Dining Hall, a massive silhouette turns the corner, unhurriedly pushing a heavy utility cart. The lighting in the hallway is dim, obscuring his face, but there is no mistaking that hyper-masculine, bulky frame. It's him. The monster who slaughtered my wife to teach me a lesson about vanity. I just close the distance silently, my hands tightening into fists, ready to tear him apart with my bare arms for what he took from me. Rage blinds me. I grip his thick throat from behind, driving my knee into his spine, and with a desperate, vengeful heave, I twist his head sharply until a sickening snap echoes down the empty corridor.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

Just then, another sharp banshee scream echoes through the corridor... the hallway leading up to the dining room, drawing your attention. You look at the guy whose neck you just snapped, and you realize its not the guy from the screen. You let go of the head in your hand, and rush down the long alley between the cabins, towards the great hall, where you notice a crowd gathered, weirdly, around the buffet table... where the head of a fat man is sticking out from a hole, and into a hollowed silver platter. Something doesn't look right. You lift the table-cloth and realize the whole body is there, still hanging. Its the same method or operation - the head twisted, still attached, and yet, the victim dead. This one has his mouth stuffed with a note, in the form of a small buffet dish card, written on it... "GLUTTONY KILLS".

SKIN MUSCLE: 

A dark chuckle echoes from somewhere near the back exit of the kitchen. I look up sharply, my blood boiling. The killer is still here, playing his sick game, and he just watched me commit murder.

I storm through the double doors, the bright fluorescent lights of the industrial kitchen blinding me for a split second. The room is a maze of stainless steel tables, massive boiling pots, and hanging meat hooks. "Show yourself!"

MUSCLE MARINE: 

You hear a clang and a series of pots fall down at the far end of the kitchen. One of the chefs finds himself flying across and over the burning stove... And then a loud slam. I rush through the far end door, leading back into the corridor where lies the body of the other janitor. I smile and shake my head on my way past him. "Poor fellow." Leaving you a note behind... "ANGER KILLS" This one kind of involves you since it is at your hands that this innocent one died. You are now implicated in this series of murders. I laugh as I disappear far into the corridor, hearing your footsteps behind me then stop at the note. "You are a good cop, Skin..." My laughter dies as I turn the corner and vanish.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

Four sins are crossed off: Vanity, Sloth, Gluttony and Anger. That leaves three: Envy, Lust, and Greed. On a luxury cruise liner, Greed is the loudest. My mind instantly shifts to the ship's high-stakes casino. Right now, it's packed with wealthy high-rollers throwing thousands onto the tables

When I burst through the double glass doors of the casino, the bright neon lights and the rhythmic clinking of slot machines hit me. Everything looks normal but more quiet that usual for a place like this tho...

MUSCLE MARINE: 

The place is empty... its like everyone has fled because of something. Yet you hear the sound of a slot machine still working alone. As you round one of the aisles, you spot a body leaning against one of the screens... the head sticking into it. As you grab it and pull it out, you notice it is a very hot sexy man with his head twisted backwards, looking up into the machine. As the head comes out, with the mouth bleeding, the coins stuck in the machine come flooding the floor. The neon sign on that same machine flash... "GREED KILLS".

At that same moment, you hear a scream coming from another side of the same casino, where a stage is set up. A woman is in shock and terrified as she stumbles back pointing to another woman impaled upside down on a pole in the middle of the stage, her back bent backwards towards another male dancer. Her head twisted and his large cock in her throat. His body is in bad shape too, arms dislocated, legs split open... like a ragdoll.

The scene is a mess but well executed. And obviously not a job done in mere seconds. This must have been worked on earlier... The woman screaming tells you that is her sister and her husband on stage. A large poster unrolls and displays yet another message... "ENVY KILLS"

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I stare in horror at the grotesque display on the stage. The killer didn't just plan this; he’s been orchestrating this entire twisted gallery of sins since before the cruise even departed, working ahead while I was blissfully ignorant. Vanity, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, Greed, and Envy. Six sins are accounted for. Only one remains. Lust. The monster didn't just kill my wife for my vanity; he used her to satisfy his own dark desires. The entire game—the murders, the notes, the cat-and-mouse chase through the ship—it’s all been a sick, seductive foreplay to draw me into his ultimate trap.

To understand his final move, I need to look at where it all started. I need to go back to my cabin, back to the first crime scene, and re-examine the footage. I bolt out of the empty casino and sprint through the winding corridors of the ship. Suddenly, a deep, rumbling voice echoes from the shadows at the far end of the long, empty hallway: "Looking for the grand finale, detective?" I hear

MUSCLE MARINE: 

"Mwahahahahahahaha... You will never solve this case." My words echoing through the corridor rattle your brain for a couple of seconds. The lights in the corridor go dead, total darkness, except for a little light at the end of it, with a silhouette that instantly disappears behind the corner... the way to your cabin.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I sprint down the pitch-black corridor and burst into my cabin. The video of my wife has stopped playing. In its place, a live camera feed is broadcasting directly onto the screen. The camera is angled from the ceiling of my own bathroom, looking down at the jacuzzi tub, bubbling. But it's the new sign pinned directly above the television that stops me dead in my tracks. Written in bold, aggressive strokes, it breaks the pattern of all the previous killings: LUST IS MY SIN. The other six victims were punished for their sins. This whole twisted, bloody gallery wasn't just a sermon; it was his coronation. He wants to be the ultimate, undisputed sinner of this ship

MUSCLE MARINE: 

Then a loud voice fills the room, like its coming from the p.a. system... "It is not what you think." Snapping you out of your analytic trance. "This last sin is not mine. IT IS YOURS... SKIN." An evil laugh booms not only in your cabin but down the corridor too. It is confusing and it shows on the screen. "You will soon join your love." Just then, I slam a foot to your back as I step into the scene out of nowhere, and send you reeling towards the small balcony of the cabin, and over the railing... The deck under it is clear and the perfect place to fight a hot stud detective like you.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I crash heavily onto the lower deck. How did he know? The killer pulled the curtain back on my darkest, deepest secret: I am an unfaithful monster by nature, driven by an insatiable obsession with sex. Even though I genuinely loved my wife, I could never stop chasing other flesh. I push myself up off the deck, wiping blood from my lip as I glare up at the balcony. Ready for what comes next...

MUSCLE MARINE: 

Just as you turn around, spitting a little bit of blood, you see me jumping from the balcony onto the massive large wood-covered deck. I land with a lour thud, on both feet. I straighten up and your notice I am shirtless, ripped muscles on display under the sun, glistening with sweat. But what is more prominent is the bulge in my black compression shorts... "Your sinful journey in this world is over... detective. You hide behind that disguise of a law enforcer when you are nothing but a sinner yourself."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I wipe the remaining blood from my chin, locking my eyes onto his towering frame. I close the distance instantly with a explosive, blinding double-jab, aiming straight for his eyes to disrupt his vision.I pivot hard on my lead foot, channeling all my weight into a vicious Muay Thai roundhouse kick aimed directly at his exposed liver. Fuck, I can't take my eves from that compression shorts.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

You are fast, and you land your hits with precision and speed, sending me down, groaning on the deck. "Woofffff. You are good." I chuckle as I land on my knees and hands, panting. My sides are on fire, but I love it. "You want to know what my sin is?" I ask, defiantly as I start to get up, rubbing my ribs and then flexing my upper-body and taking a stance.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

"I BET THE FUCKING SEVEN ARE YOURS, MOTHERFUCKER"

MUSCLE MARINE: 

"HAHAHAHHAHAHA. MAYBE, MAYBE." As I spring into action, jump and roundhouse kick you in the head in return.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

My teeth rattle, and the metallic taste of blood floods my mouth as I skid across the planks.As he steps in to stomp down on my ribs, I use my momentum to execute a desperate, sweeping low kick, driving my shin directly into the back of his knee. The joint buckles with a loud crack.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I drop hard to my knee next to you, but not without also landing a hard fist to your chest as you try to rise off the floor. I connect it hard to your solar plexus before dropping totally onto my ass. "Detective. You don't chicken out... I love it. Give it your all..."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

The air explodes from my lungs as his fist drives deep into my solar plexus. I collapse back onto the deck, gasping for oxygen. I use the last bit of air in my lungs to roll hard into his space, completely abandoning the clean boxing stance. I throw my legs up and wrap them securely around his massive torso, trapping his left arm and locking him into a tight, desperate triangle choke.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I feel trapped for a second. This guy is a fighter, I think to myself. But lifting my head up, I smile at you. I wave my free hand and slide it under you before you can react. I pass my hand into the leg of your shorts, along your thighs... And into your bulge, grabbing your balls and squeezing very tight. "Today, your journey ends here..." I laugh as I feel your hold loosen and weaken around me, releasing me. I twist your balls and hear you scream - music soundtrack to this perfect adventure.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I start to get up to my feet, pulling you up along with me. Some of the passengers have gathered at the higher deck's balcony watching the fight, gasping in horror and awe at the same time. They are not sure who to cheer for or who to empathize with. I suddenly let go of your balls, and slam another fist to your gut this time. But not just one... I start raining down punch after punch into your midsection, brutally, making your whole body shake.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

My vision completely shatters into blinding white spots, and every ounce of strength instantly drains from my thighs. The triangle choke slips away. I can’t breathe; I can’t think. Before the echo of his laugh even dies, he lets go and drives a massive, trunk-like fist directly back into my unprotected gut. The air vanishes from my lungs permanently. It feels like a hydraulic press tearing through my internal organs.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

If I let him keep treating me like a heavy bag, I’m dead in seconds. I have to change the rules of this fight. As his next massive right hook clears my peripheral vision, instead of pulling back, I use the momentum of his strike to collapse forward, riding the blow and throwing all my remaining weight directly into his chest. I wrap my arms desperately around his trunk-like neck.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I chuckle as I feel you step in closer, sticking and clinging to me. "You want me close? That's nice. I will be closer to you than you think..." I grab your head and push it back, off my chest. Your arms at my neck are not as tight as you want them to be and I easily grab and pry them off. "But not just yet." I hold you at arm's length, steady my stance, then lift a foot and slam it to your chest, sending you reeling. "Am gonna enjoy breaking you before breeding you." My words fall on you like darts. The passenger on the top balcony gasp when they hear and see how I am handling your hot muscular body still trapped in your gym clothes.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I plant my feet, grabbing the collar of my torn gym shirt with both hands, and rip it straight down the middle. The fabric shreds completely, exposing my heavily defined chest, rock-solid pecs and a chiseled six-pack covered with sweat and blood. The passengers above gasp louder, the sheer, raw physicality of two muscular titans on display of that strength. Instead of waiting for the next move, I explode forward with a low-altitude, high-speed tackle. I slam my shoulder directly into midsection of the killer with the force of a train, locking my arms around the waist. We crash heavily into the wooden deck railing. The wood splinters and shatters under our combined weight.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I am folded over your shoulder, the air expelled out of me. By the time I get my breath back, I feel my back slam into the railing that cracks under us. Instinctively, I lift my legs, and wrap them around your waist and snap them shut. Locking my feet together, I start squeezing, crushing you slowly. I love the expression on your face. "You like that, huh?" Asking you mockingly.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I strain, my bare abs locking up as I desperately try to find leverage, but the grip is a impossible. As I stare up into his mocking face, a wave of conflicting emotion hits me: It horrifies me, it infuriates me, but looking down at his muscular frame locking me down, a dark twisted rush of adrenaline and pure testosterone floods my veins. For a split second, my body almost wants to surrender. I force my arms free, clenching a fist, and try to drive a short, heavy hook into his ribs to break the hold. But with my airway restricted and my lower body trapped, the punch lacks the explosive power I need.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I take the weak hit to my side and I laugh. Opening my arms widely, I smack your head, slamming my open palms to your ears, ringing you. I see your head spin and your eyes roll back. "Your failure will not be in vain. I promise you that." I compress you more with my legs, crushing your waist and ribs. As I hold you tight, I grab my shirt and peel it off my upper-body, revealing an equally ripped muscular chest. I bounce my pecs and I hear some of the spectators gasp more. A couple even faint...

SKIN MUSCLE: 

With my ears ringing and my breath almost entirely gone, I stop trying to punch my way out of the vice grip. Instead, I rely on pure street-fighting survival. I force my trembling hands upward, not to strike, but to dig my thumbs violently directly into the soft tissue right behind his jawbone, pressing upward with every single ounce of desperate strength I have left to force his head back. I don't waste a single millisecond. Exploiting that fraction of a second of vulnerability, I violently wrench my torso sideways, slipping out of his unraveled guard and scrambling backward onto the slick wooden deck.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

You force me to let you go, not wanting you to follow through with your vicious attack... I pull a leg back and kick you in the gut hard. I kip and land on my feet apart, squatting slightly in a fight stance. You realize I am not just any killer... I am a trained fighter too. I wave you over, confidently, unlike you as I see in your eyes confidence seeping away. The effect of my leg lock on you is still visible.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

As I look at his smug face, the image of the six victims flashes through my mind, specially my lovely wife. I wipe the sweat from my bare chest, tighten my fists. I fake a heavy stagger forward, playing into his belief that I'm completely broken, before suddenly launching myself into a spinning back-fist aimed directly at his temple.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I smile as you spring into action. "Pathetic." As I duck, and let your fist and arm pass over me. I see your look suddenly switch to that of a shocked one having missed your target. I straighten up, and snap grab your swinging arm as it passes over me, and twist that whole arm. Time stands still for a couple of seconds... looking at your taught arm and elbow. I open a wide palm, and slam it to the joint, instantly hearing that satisfying cracking sound indicating damage. The confirmation is in the scream you let out, echoing through the whole boat and making the spectators gasp in horror... shocked.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

My right arm instantly goes entirely dead and limp. I collapse against the remaining wooden railing, hyperventilating, my bare chest slick with a mix of sweat and the cold sweat of shock. The pain is so absolute it makes me vomit. I look up at killer's face and realize I still have my legs. Summoning every single ounce of strength left in my battered core, I plant my left foot hard into the deck and launch a desperate, leaping left switch-kick aimed directly at the exposed jaw. The best kickboxing lesson, the most useful one at least.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

Your foot connects to my head, snapping it to one side, sending me down hard. I shake myself, trying to clear the stars, smiling back at you. "Feisty too... Hahahaha." But I block your next kick and try to snap-grab your leg before you pull it away. "Shit..." I throw under my breath. I step into your space, reach in and claw-grab a part of your abs, squeezing tight, crushing a couple of bricks. I pull you towards me... "You are not going anywhere. You will end up where you belong..." I smile at you, my other hand reaching down and cupping your bulge, squeezing it tightly.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

The terrified crowd of passengers presses tight against the higher railings, their faces pale; some are weeping, others are frozen in a morbid trance. A choked gasp escapes my lips as your fingers dig like steel talons into my bare abdomen before the other hand forcefully locks around my groin. As your grip tightens, a cold, suffocating dread washes over me, far worse than the physical agony. I look into the sadistic eyes and realize with absolute horror that this isn't the end of the plan. You don't just want to kill me.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I smile at you as I hold you tight in my grip, making you walk backwards on the deck. I look up at the passengers and wave at them, freeing one hand, the one at your abdomen, keeping a tight grip on your balls. As I force you over the railing of the lower deck, almost snapping your spine on the iron bar, I look into your eyes... "Don't worry. It will soon be over for you. And you will love it." And suddenly, I throw you overboard, only to have you land onto a smaller speedboat. I follow you onto it, shaking the whole thing as I land with a loud thud.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I crash brutally onto the fiberglass deck of a small speedboat hitched to the ship’s side. Before I can even roll over, the entire speedboat violently rocks and dips as the killer lands. Up on the cruise deck, a heavy, suffocating wave of relief washes over the crowd as the monster vanishes over the edge, the immediate danger to themselves has passed. Even tho, they have a bit of guilt and pity for the broken detective who was just carried off into the dark.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I fire up the speedboat and dash out of the port area... round the rock formation at the end of the bay, to a more secluded part of the gulf. I slow the boat into a cave where it comes to a stop onto a covered beach cove. I stops with a violent jerk, as I bend over you, grab you by your nape and throw you out of the boat onto the damp sand and jump after you. The cove is lit by a hole in the top of the cave, like a devil's eye looking down at us. "We will not be disturbed here..."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

There are no passengers here, no security, and no escape. My heart hammers wildly against my fractured ribs, a cold sweat mixing with the saltwater and blood on my skin. Clutching my broken arm tightly against my chiseled abdomen, I desperately scan the dim perimeter for any loose rock or makeshift weapon knowing that a terrible fate has been planned for me.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

As I land behind you on the sand, I lift a foot and slam it to the small of your back, sending you reeling forward... further into the cave. I watch you tumble and I laugh. "This place is set up just for you... and the last chapter of our story." My laugh echoes all over the cove.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I struggle to turn over onto my back, my bare, sand-covered chest heaving as I look up into the shadows. My mind races through the agonizing reality: you chose this specific, dark corner of the world because it offers absolute privacy for whatever horrific finale he wants you script. I keep wondering Why?... and then I can't control it and say it out loud. "WHY? WHY THIS? WHY ME? WHY"

MUSCLE MARINE: 

"WHY? You forgot what you did to me? Leaving me at the hands of your bodybuilding friend..." I laugh more as I kick you again in the back, making you move further into the clearing, until you see painted on the wall of the cave in the background a message... glowing... "LUST KILLS."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

The pieces of his sick puzzle finally slam together with a horrifying clarity. The glowing words on the wall act like a twisted time machine, dragging my battered mind back fifteen years, to when I was just a cocky twenty-year-old kid. Back then, there was an older, ultra-religious bodybuilding fanatic named Marcus at my local gym. He was an absolute titan, deeply rigid in his strict, dogmatic beliefs, and he was constantly breathing down my neck, trying to force his twisted version of "righteousness" and physical perfection onto me.

To get him off my back, I did something incredibly reckless and cruel: I told Marcus that the quiet, skinny new kid working out in the corner was the one who truly needed his "guidance." Marcus hadn't just mentored him; he had taken the vulnerable, skinny teenager under his wing and subjected him to a nightmarish, brainwashing regime of absolute discipline, hyper-religiosity, and twisted abuse under the guise of teaching him the rectitud and the love of God... and of his cock. "It was you..." I wheeze.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I smile as I see on your face that you are piecing the whole puzzle together. A nice spinning kick sends you reeling backwards, yet again, and crashing into the sand. "And now, its time you paid for your sins." I walk up to you, grab you by your workout shorts, and rip them off you, exposing your tight muscular bubble ass. I smack it also, laughing.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

He is not Marcus, I think. Is 100xtimes worst. I think to myself. I try to calm you down, to forgive me...

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I suddenly notice you not moving. But you cannot hide the fact that you are breathing heavily, certainly in pain. I smile and chuckle... Smacking your ass hard, I keep it there, and slide a finger in between your cheeks and into your hole. I hook it and watch you jump and tense all of a sudden, uncontrollably. "It was me... And now, you pay."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I get now that LUST, was a reminder of the past and a warning for the future. YOUR past and YOUR future. First as a victim and now as the villain who is going to enjoy this session of pure Lust

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I slide another finger in your ass and hook it too... tapping on your sweet spot, making your cock grow hard under you. I smile as I see it harden. "Yeah. You gonna like this... no love it."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

Despite the excruciating pain in my fractured arm and broken ribs, the raw, primal rush of blood and testosterone forces my cock to harden helplessly against the damp sand. It's humiliating.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I pull out my fingers from your ass, and kick you in the balls, sending a jolt of pain through you. "I am going to do to you what I did to that fucking bodybuilder before I broke him, and freed myself. I want to hear you scream like him." I see you turn around and look at me as I rub my bulge in my pants. I flex and make my muscles ripple now, tightening my abs too.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

Trapped on the isolated sand with a useless arm and a battered body, I realize with absolute horror that the true nightmare has only just begun. As you stands over me, I subtly shift my weight onto my uninjured left side. My shattered right arm is completely useless, but my legs are still functional. I quietly gather a massive fistful of the coarse, wet sand into my left hand, hiding it beneath my torso. "You want to hear me scream?" yell to get his attention and come closer to me. The instant his face enters my range, I explode. With a violent snap of my left arm throw the sand directly into your eyes.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I pull back, covering my face that has already received the wet sand. My eyes on fire for a couple of seconds before I manage to drop backwards into the edge of the crashing waves in the cove. The water washes my face and as I open my eyes again, I see you coming towards me. This guy is relentless... the perfect challenge. Instead of getting angry, I get you shocked and worried smiling at you.

I grab you as you lunge at me, and we roll around the wet sand together... pushing each other into the water, trying to drown one another. I still got the upper-hand with my less damaged body and manage eventually to grapple with you until I am straddling your lower body and pin you down. I bend down over you and headbutt you in the face, dizzying you. I feel your grip loosen and you let go of me. Getting off you, I still grab you by your nape and drag you back onto the sand a bit higher, away from the water, and more towards that glowing painted message, throwing you face down.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

My grip fails, my muscles going completely limp. The realization that my own careless actions created this hyper-muscular monster breaks something deep inside my spirit. Wondering what's next, and I know for sure is not going to be good at all, at least for me.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I push you hard onto the sand, pinning you down. Straddling your hamstrings, I start rubbing my hard cock that I pulled out of my pants. "You feel that? Do you know what that bodybuilder did to me?" And before you can answer, I grab your ass cheeks, pull them apart and push my cock-head into that puckered tight ass of yours. I feel you try to flex and tighten your muscles around my length, but its no use trying to stop me. I push deep and split you open. I laugh as I do, smacking your ass, and then grab your hips and pull them back towards me to meet my abdomen too.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I feel all that power. It excites me as much as it terrifies me. It opens me up inside; I feel as if something is literally splitting me from within, something never imaginable.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I grab your head and pull it up. Whispering in your ear... "You feel that? You like that? I am going to make you pay for what he did to me... whether he was fucking me, or making me fuck him." I can feel your body tense under me, your ass clenching tightly around my shaft and it turns me on even more, getting my monster cock harder than ever, piercing your insides more. "This is LUST... and you will enjoy it before it kills you."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I try to fight against you, I try to shake my body, to do something, but nothing works. I am completely at your mercy. I feel as if a drill were driving deep into my inside, which causes me pain, but in some remote part of my body, a touch of pleasure. I don't want you to notice it.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

I lock my jaw tight, burying my face in the cold sand to smother any sound, determined not to give the satisfaction of knowing how completely suffocating control is breaking me down.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

You try to push you face down into the sand, but I keep it up. "Scream for me, bitch." I say to you knowing and feeling that you cannot contain yourself. I know my massive cock is not only making damage deep in you, but also giving you so much pleasure, like you have never felt before. I pound you hard, long - sometimes slow, pushing inch by inch into you, and sometimes so violently it feels like your ass is gonna be ripped apart. I reach down under you with my other hand, and grab your cock, stroking it and feeling it already hard and leaking, your precum mixing with the sand underneath. I whisper in your ear... "Cum for me. Cum and show me how much you are enjoying this..." I taunt you as I feel your body tighten, trying to resist and control your urge to let go and explode.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

The force is brutal and doesn't allow me to think. The pain, the strength, the pain, the pleasure, the pain again. I cannot suppress my most basic instinct, which brings the semen to the very edge of releasing, but I resist, I hold back; I don't want to give you that power. It's like a dam about to burst, but I will try with all my might.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

"Give up. You know you want to. Give up and I will reward you... with what you desire the most now..." I pound your ass harder on the humid sand in the secluded cave. Mercilessly, brutal and relentless, I fuck you like a beast... pure revenge. And you know there is no turning back. I can feel it in the way your muscles ripple and tense underneath me. I laugh. "It is done. The big finale..."

SKIN MUSCLE: 

The overwhelming pressure and relentless force of the assault push my body past its absolute limits. Every muscle in my torso and legs spasms uncontrollably. With one final, brutal surge of motion, the overwhelming physical overload completely shatters my remaining resistance. The dam breaks entirely, and my body convulses in a helpless, violent release against the damp sand... The thick white river of all my manhood spills all over. I know its over, you don't need anything else from me. Or do you? I tought.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

As I feel your ass tighten around my shaft, I know your resistance has been shattered. You shake underneath me and it is clear that the flood gates have been unhinged and broken. You dont just shoot onto the sand, you gush... like a woman squirting her heat... like your hot wife. I reach out and grab your head that just slumped down. I lift it with both hands, pulling it backwards and up. Holding it tight, I keep steady as I start unloading my own load into your deep insides. I grunt and growl like a beast and just then... "Say hello to the missus." As I twist violently from one side to the other. A sickening crack fills the air and space in the cave.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I drop your head, watching it slump down before seeing your whole body become limp and drop down into the wet sand. "I told you... your LUST will KILL YOU." As my cock slips out of you with a loud plop, still leaking.

SKIN MUSCLE: 

My last sensation is that ultimate release; I knew it was the end because the killer could not want anything more from me: maximum pain and humiliation. When I feel those hands against my neck, I prepare myself for the worst. I think of the good things I have enjoyed, of that last night with my wife, laughing, enjoying ourselves, and being happy. This beast is not going to steal that from me. The hands begin to apply more force, and suddenly... fade to black.

MUSCLE MARINE: 

I let go of your neck and your head drops, dead weight down, dragging your whole muscularly developped upper-body along with you. Its a shame, a loss... I think to myself whule laughing. My cock, still semi-hard slide out of you slowly, then pops out with a plop sound. I get up, looking down at you with a smirk on my face. "Mission accomplished..." I laugh as I leave you there and get back onto the speedboat, pulling up my shorts just before pulling back and turning it around. "Better than John Doe... in Seven. Hahahahaha..."

"Wish there were more sins..." As I drive off into the sunset.

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THE END

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