THE HIGH TABLE

MUSCLE MARINE

I lay in bed, tossing and turning for nights, replaying in my mind the what happened almost five years ago - when my team was captured by some rogue agents, and tortured relentlessly. How I escaped along with a couple of others was no short of a feat. We had to split to have them loose track of us; I later got word that three of us five who escaped got caught and killed. I have not heard anything of my last partner, Alex who is till now missing... which is a good sign for now.

I could get the image of that video those agents sent to our phones - how they got our numbers is another mystery I could not solve. These were highly trained soldiers gone rogue, broke the system and working on their own. Someone had to stop them. I can still see, when I close my eyes late at night, the image of their boss... that Emilio Caputo - those eyes, that hard body, and that snake he has locked up in his pants.

I jump up in bed, in a cold sweat, panting. I look outside the window and see the city lights shine back at me, noises of the streets rise to my penthouse flat. My muscles tense while I am still in some boxer briefs in bed. I look to my side and there is that hot chick I was with last night, sleeping deeply after I fucked her brains out.

EMILIO CAPUTO

The sergeant looked at me in horror, his legs trembling as his colleague fell to the ground dead, his neck broken, and he fled the room in panic at my command. There is no room in my team for losers or failures. I don't tolerate sloppiness, mistakes, or weakness. I couldn't care less who the guys responsible for letting those five men escape were. They will pay dearly for their mistake, whoever they may be. Even though three of them were caught, two of them were still able to escape. The captured Marine soldiers eventually broke down, of course, and before their execution they sang like castrati, which is what they actually were at that point.. castrated. Their deaths were neither quick nor painless. All three betrayed their own colleagues, those two marines who had managed to escape. I cannot tolerate weakness. In their agony, they betrayed their own comrades.

There was no clue as to the location of the other Marines, but the three broken men were able to tell me where I was most likely to find their commander, Captain Max. The largest of the men confirmed the information was correct just before his thick, strong neck gave way and snapped with a loud, cracking sound, while his eyes rolled back in his head, leaving only the whites of his eyes staring into the void.

I smile and stroke softly the snake stirring between my legs. This was definitely a job that was best to finish myself. “Captain Max, I’m coming for you

MUSCLE MARINE:

Thats what the message I just got on my phone read... "COMING FOR YOU." Three words that send a chill down my spine. I am not usually scared of anything, even death does not scare me. But I am not keen, in mo shape, way or form to face this rogue agent with that infamous appendage which most claim is a WMD on its own. More like Weapon of Ass Destruction.

And I have to admit, the guy is ruthless. I have seen him fight and mercilessly kill men twice his size. That is why the army also is on the hunt for him - to stop his streak of crimes, and misdemeanors.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

A message pops up on my phone, and a wicked smile spreads across my face. “Marine’s location confirmed. He’s home now.” I have to act fast, before the man has a chance to disappear or alert the authorities, that could turn into a bloodbath. On top of everything else, this had now become a matter of personal honor for me. Marine would die in my hands, my snake destroying him from the inside, just like all the other men I’d already visited from within.

In the early hours of the morning, a black van with a local bakery’s logo wouldn’t attract any attention as I park it near Marine’s apartment building. Dressed in black, I break open the back door and slip inside. Marine lives in a penthouse, on the top floor of the building. After picking the lock, I step into the apartment arrogantly… I don’t even try to sneak in.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, still startled, I ignore the message and place my phone back on the nightstand. Must be some prank. But the idea is very quickly dismissed when a rattling sound in my loft jolts me up - someone is in here. I look back at the phone, pick it up to check the message again... the way it is written. Who calls me CAPTAIN still. My cock stirs, hanging on the edge of the bed, like a warning.

I grab my boxer briefs and pull them on, while I wake the hot chick next to me in a frenzy. "Hey. Stace... Get up. You need to leave... NOW." She frantically get up, disoriented, grabs her clothes, whatever she can put on and rushes out of the room and down the stairs while I pull on just a tank top, and grab my gun from my dresser...

EMILIO CAPUTO:

Just as I’m about to climb the stairs to the second floor, a half-naked young woman - her hair a mess, looking as if she’s just woken up - rushes straight into my arms. I grab her by the throat and lift her into the air. Her legs flail wildly every time I slam my fist into her soft stomach until she starts coughing up blood. The girl screams in terror and agony until she falls silent when I snap her fragile neck and throw her limp body down the stairs. I continue climbing the stairs toward Marine’s bedroom. “Captain, are you hiding?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I hear the banshee scream of the girl and I rush to the landing of the stairs. I see you toss her over the railing, and she lands in a messed heap, dead. "The fuck did you just do?" I look at you as you climb the stairs towards me... "YOU!" I grab onto the railing at both sides, lift my body and slam a hard kick to your chest, making you tumble back on the steps, down. "So, you are the one behind the messages... I should have known. You just don't know when to stop."

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I get up off the ground as if nothing had happened. “What the fuck do you mean? Oh, that bitch? She didn’t feel any pain - at least not for long - unlike you. You’ll be begging for mercy, crying for it. You might have gotten away once; you can be proud of that, but yeah, now everything’s different. Are you coming down, or should we deal this in your bedroom?” I stare at you with an icy glare. “Well, little butt, are you getting nervous about meeting a real man?” I squeeze my bulge.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Fuck you. You are no real man, killing an innocent woman. The fuck did she do to you?" I wave you over and then step back into my room, seeing that I have no way out. But the room in my loft is big, large and wide enough. Images of my past life come flashing back into my mind, making my muscles tense instantly. 'This guy should have been dead. What the fuck is he doing here?' I think to myself, starting to worry as I hear your footsteps getting closer. 'Could he be the one behind my whole team going missing? Never got word of the last agent either...' All these thoughts flood my mind, and put me on high alert. If I am to fight him, I will. Just then, I see you enter the frame of the door. "What do you want from me?"

EMILIO CAPUTO:

“An innocent woman? Do those even exist anymore? She was a bitch, a slut. Just like you.” I stride into the bedroom with a defiant look on my face. “Where's your partner? Alex? Is he hiding under the bed?” I taunt you as I keep stepping closer and closer. Before you even have a chance to answer, my fist slams into your lower abdomen, right in the softest spot of your abs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am shocked at your words, and especially when you mention Alex. 'So he is still alive. He didn't find him. That's gooooo......" As your fist connects with my gut and digs into it, almost coring me. I fold over your arm, wanting to puke, but I gather the strength, and pulling up, return with an uppercut to your chin, wiping that smile off your face and sending you reeling back. "No one here but me who will end you and send you from whence you came." I pull back to recover and watch you take my hit.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I rub my chin where you hit me. “Not bad at all, Max. Wasn’t that your name?” I chuckle as I watch you pull your shirt off. “Want to fight naked, little faggot?” I taunt, ripping my shirt off as I step forward. I don’t wait. I don’t warn you. Instead, I lunge at you with all my might, spearing your chest with my shoulders against the wall behind you as I wrap my arms around your torso and ram my knee between your legs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You are fast, and I have no time to react as you grab me tightly by my waist, lift me and slam me to the wall. The worst is I don't have time to land on my feet that your knee comes up to meet my balls, smashing them. I howl in pain as I fold over you, my head in the crevice of your shoulder. This time, I really want to puke. 'Fuck. What a fucked up way to start the morning...' I think to myself. I slowly drop to my knees in front of you as I hear you laughing.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

"Already on your knees? Are you going to propose to me or give me a blowjob?," I chuckle as I grab you by your short hair lifting your face up. "No Max, you are not my type", I laugh and shove my knee into your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I block your knee, and strike up with a hard fist to your bulge. I grind my knuckles at your balls, but also feel something very big over them. As you howl, I pull back, getting to my feet and taking a couple of steps back. I am stunned, although I can see you also stung by my fist. But I am also intrigued about what I just felt. I can't let down. Jumping, I roundhouse kick you in the head, and send you sprawled down at the foot of the bed. "Propose? Hahahaha. Do I look like a faggot to you?"

EMILIO CAPUTO:

Something in my pants absorbs most of the impact of your knee as I fall onto the bed from the roundhouse kick. “But you want me in bed with you anyway,” I sneer, waiting for you to come closer. I quickly spread my legs and wrap them around your waist, pulling you roughly on top of me as my thighs squeeze around your core. I hit my forehead against your face as my hands wrap around your throat. “What now, soldier? Ran out of tricks?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

You are still fast, although you should be squirming in pain. I find myself in an instant pulled to you and trapped, choking with your hands at my neck. I first try to grab your wrists first and pull them off my throat, but it seems futile. I reach out and push my fingers under your armpits, pushing my tips into that soft spot under your arms. I kip and try to throw myself backwards, off the bed, taking you with me - this should destabilize you and free myself.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I soon realize you haven’t run out of tricks yet. I would have been disappointed if a man like you had given up so quickly. We fall to the ground when my grip on you slips and you break free. I rub my armpits as I get back to my feet, keeping an eye on you. “Don’t you get it, little Marine? You and your colleagues know too much about my little business dealings. And what you did to my brother before you got kicked out of the Marines… No, I can’t let you go and spill your secrets. There’s only one option left. My option.”

I spin around, and instead of aiming my kick high, my foot slams hard into the side of your kneecap. “Ouch, you’re not hurt, are you?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I drop hard to my knee, in pain, howling. I did not see that coming - didn't anticipate how fast and strong you are. I hold myself on all fours on the ground, groaning, worried now. "What? What did I do to your brother? And who is your brother anyway?" Unable to link the two ideas together. 'He was in the Marines with me? That explains his skills and speed. Fuck. I am in deep shit now. He is strong.' I think to myself. I try to pull back a bit to get up, watching you flex your muscles. 'Who could be the brother of such an ugly man.' I try to connect the dots, but doesn't work.

"Who is your brother? Speak." As I recover, get up and take a stance again. But I am heaving while you smile at me.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

"Don't you really remember what happened? My brother had a promising career on the rise when you ruined it. You couldn't keep his career as a porn actor a secret - you blabbed everything to the higher-ups. You ruined both of his careers. After the whole scandal, he was only offered roles as a pussy jobber. Doesn’t the name Caputo ring a bell?"

I can see that my words are bringing back memories for you. It’s perfect timing.. I’ll be able to surprise you. I lunge forward, leaning slightly as I wrap my arms around your upper thighs from behind and lift you into the air until I toss you onto your stomach on the bed. I fall on top of you, driving my knee into your lower back with all my weight. You groan loud. I grab your arms before you have a chance to recover from the impact and pull them behind your back at an unnatural angle. My knees slide between your legs as I begin to spread them open. "Do you remember better now?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

My eyes widen... "Your brother? No. That is not possible."I barely have time to process the information you just threw at me that I feel myself lifted and slammed hard to the bed. Not only slammed, but pinned, unable to move with your knee at the small of my back. As it grinds brutally, I feel like it could crack something. And to make matters worse, my arms are pulled back taught, threateningly about to be pulled out of their socket. "No. Stop. Don't do it. I remember. I remember. I am sorry." I plead with you, but I hear you laugh wildly. I suddenly feel you slide between my thighs and force them wide open. "The fuck are you doing to me?"

EMILIO CAPUTO:

"You will find out very soon, Marine bitch." I push my hips forward toward your wide-spread legs and rub my bulge against your buttocks. “You’re going to understand what Eric had to go through to earn a living. And it’s all your fault. On top of that, you’ve ruined my business by sticking your nose into things that are none of your business, you and your men. Three of them have been punished; all that’s left is you and your partner, who’s trembling with fear, hiding somewhere. Where is he? Start talking!”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"NEVER. I WILL NEVER TELL YOU, EVEN IF I KNOW." I buck backwards, feeling you are no longer on top of me. I manage, in my rage, to distract you as you are almost monologuing and make you release my arms. I throw them back and manage also to slug you in the jaw. I flip around to face you, and with my legs, kick you off me and off the bed.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I stumble backwards. You managed to surprise me when I was distracted for a moment. "You are good, very good actually. But are you good enough? I doubt." You are already trying to get out of the bed as I rush back to you, spin around, and aim a hard side kick into your chest, sending you back on the mattress.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As your foot connects to my chest, I fall back onto the bed, pain radiating through my upper-body. I cough and groan, in pain. I notice the anger on your face, you are no longer laughing... not that you were before, except for you stupid jokes. I lift my foot and return the kick to your chest, landing square on that large pec of yours...

EMILIO CAPUTO:

"Just what I needed," I snap grab of your foot only a few inches from my chest, blocking your kick. "Thank you, Marine," I chuckle as I take a firm hold of your foot. "I could break your toes one by one, but I don't want to waste my time on you when a broken ankle, knee, and hip are significantly more painful -yet faster ways to get you to effectively tell me everything I want to hear. Should we start with the easiest one?” I pause, as if to hear your opinion, then without warning I grab your foot and twist it sideways into an unnatural angle - beyond what your joints can bear. SNAP .“OH, I think I just broke your ankle. “Oh no,” I giggle excitedly when I hear you scream.

Don't be upset; I have much more prepared for your entertainment. "Start to sing!" This is something I have been waiting for weeks.. something is stirring between my legs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I don't scream, I wail, howl, bucking at the same time. "AAAAAARRRRRGGGHGGHHHHHHHHHH. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" Grabbing the sheets and biting on them to fight the pain, and not giving you what you need. I lift my other leg and slam my other foot to your chest, but I land on it hard, and you don't budge. Its like you are ready for it and absorb it. Things seem different. You seem different now. Determined. There is a darker aura about you. I swallow hard, feeling the pain rush through my leg, making my whole body shake. I moan, sitting up, grabbing my knee, rubbing it to get used to the pain.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

"What is it I see in your eyes? Fear? There is no reason to suffer more; just tell me what I want to know, and we can have some quality time together." Your kick lands on my chest, but I don't care. All I want is to see you suffer and help me to find the last man responsible for all this. "Very well then. At least you cannot say I didn't give you a chance. Let's move to "higher stakes." I take a firm grab of your shin.

"Let's find out together how tough your knee is." Your knee resists my attempt to pry it loose from your kneecap much more strongly, and I have to grip your shin with both hands, bending it sideways. You struggle and writhe in pain as you try to fight back, but we both know how this is going to end. When your knee finally breaks, it doesn’t snap like your ankle did. It cracks with a loud, almost metallic sound that is soon drowned out by your screams. Your lower leg hangs limply from the knee, held together only by your skin.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I buck more, like a fish out of water on the bed. What the fuck is happening to me... Unable to even fight back and force you away. I lift again my other foot and slam it to your gut, and a bit lower, maybe I can connect to your bulge and sting you. But as I land it on your abs, I notice something stirring in your pants. "What the...?" But your laugh cuts my words and the next wave of pain almost paralyzes me. My whole body shakes, trembles and tenses.

And then something I never thought possible happens... Something also stirs in my pants and my eyes go wide. I sit up, reach down and try to cover myself before you notice it.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

Your fist lands on my stiff cock, just making me hornier. "You want us to take the next step already?" I laugh and release your injured leg. "You need to have patience. It all will come on due time." I move down to your legs and pull down your pants and take your leg back between my hands. "First work, then pleasure." As I lift your leg up in the air I notice your stiff cock between your legs. " I knew you would like this. But let me finish my work first".

Since you are a strong, muscular man, I have to stand up to get your thigh between my arms. I press my other foot against your uninjured thigh, holding you in place as I begin to twist your thigh sideways. Your butt cheeks part temptingly, but I just have to resist the temptation and focus on the task at hand. Soon I’ll be able to satisfy my other needs. I lift your thigh diagonally outward. Your hip muscles fight back. They’re strong. But I’m determined in my work, and slide my hand in that spot between your thigh and bulge, and hook my fingers to easier pull my leg out of the socket until I hear that sweet, hollow, thudding sound as your entire leg detaches from your hip joint. “Why are you screaming? Save your strength for the other leg,” I chuckle.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I still try to pull my leg away when I realize what you are trying to do, sliding your hand towards my hip joint. I scream, worried shitless. "Fuck you. What are you doing? Why? STOOOOOOP...." Instantly cut off by the sheer pain of you unplugging my leg from its hinge. I buck, like a fucking dying animal, wailing. All the while you are laughing, mocking me. And that bulge in your pants that suddenly numbs my mind as I stare at it. Is that thing real?

It seems so, when I feel something stirring in my boxer briefs, betraying me. 'What the fuck is happening to me?' I think to myself, my eye wide with fear now and horror at what is occurring so fast and without me being able to stop it. I lift my other leg again and try to kick you in the head, sending you away from me, reeling back into the closet - giving me just enough space and time to pull back on the bed, half-crawling, pulling my now limp, useless lifeless leg along with me. The sheets make it hard to move and tugging on my leg sends pain through me almost paralyzing me. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

EMILIO CAPUTO:

Your kick just makes me smile, and I come right back at you. “Still kicking back? But not for long.” I grab your healthy thigh and repeat the same little move I did earlier, popping your entire leg right out of its joint. “You’ve got guts, I like that - but it won’t do you any good.” I’m mostly talking to myself, since you probably can’t even hear my words over your screams.

Your legs are spread wide open at an unnatural angle. Between them is your large, veiny cock, pressed down against the mattress. I could swear it’s throbbing. “Well, well, what do we have here? Is this the famous cock everyone’s been talking about? The very same cock that ruined my brother’s career?” I press my palm along its length and stroke it gently as it responds to my touch, throbbing. “Big marine soldier, do you think your dick is the best and the biggest? A real killer cock?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

My eyes almost budge out of my head at the horrific sight of my mangled legs laying loose and limp on the bed. I scream from the pain that rises in my hips, then my midsection, almost like a burning sensation. I don't feel my lower limbs anymore. My breathing speeds up, my heart beats faster. I am worried, sweating now like a fucking pig. I use my arm to crawl back, pulling myself on my elbows. Getting to the edge of the bed, I stumble off it, and fall to the floor. I need to get out of this situation that does not seem to be getting better, but rather worse. I am scared the end might be near...

And that bulge in your gear... That is certainly not real, not human as I watch you stroke it now, smiling at me.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I notice your eyes staring at my bulge as I gently rub it with my palm. “Don’t you want to answer me? Maybe you want to see what I have to offer you?” I step closer to you, and my hand slides between your legs while my other hand grabs you firmly by the nape of your neck as I lift you off the floor and throw you roughly onto the bed on your back. I slowly take off my pants, as if teasing you, revealing my cock inch by inch. With my pants down twelve inches, my thick, veiny cock pops up at a slight angle. I kneel beside you and grab your big cock, lifting it next to mine. “Not a bad Marine, but don’t you also feel like your cock looks more like a little boy’s willie than a real macho cock?” I rub our cocks together, making them hard side by side.

“You destroyed Eric's dick, took everything from him.. his money, his reputation, and his manhood. My brother's dick will never get fully hard again. You broke it. It's only good for peeing now. I should do the same to you—destroy your little willie, turn it into a pee hose.” My gaze wanders down the shaft of your throbbing cock, and I grab your balls, flicking each one individually with my large, bony finger. “Do you even know how a real alpha fucks? I don’t think so, but I’ll show you soon,” I sneer, squeezing your balls harder.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As one pain subsides, there comes another one as the torture never stops with you - both mentally and physically. You grab me by my neck and pull me onto the bed again as I try to crawl as best I can away from you. I whimper as you slam me to the head of the bed, my legs spread wide by default now. My cock flopping, throbbing hard.

I watch you inch your way between my thighs until your knees are at my quads, pressing against them. You pull down your pants, like you are stripping... teasingly revealing your length. It seems it never ends until the pants reach your knees at the bed. That is when your cock pops out, flopping, still not hard. I swallow and choke. "WHAT THE...?"

I hear you laugh as you start mocking me, inching closer, sliding your length close to mine, rubbing them together, making sure I see that youre is way bigger, longer and thicker than mine. I look at you, almost tears in my eyes, pleadingly but I am only met with a dark look back, with anger but also a love for what you are doing and about to do. Torturing your victims gets you hard it seems. You grab my cock and stroke it along with yours that starts getting hard and grow longer, dwarfing mine. Your threats fall hard on me too, shaking me to my core. I do remember what I did to the other Caputo, who apparently is your brother... "He's y... y... yo... your... your brother? I didnt know. I am sorry... Please have mercy."

EMILIO CAPUTO:

Your words snap me out of my trance, and I come back to the present moment. I grab hold of your broken ankles and lift your limp legs onto my shoulders as I kneel between your legs. Your smaller cock falls with a wet slap onto your ripped abs as I thrust my hips forward, my thick, curved cock pressing between your spread buttocks. I can see in your eyes that you know what’s going to happen next.

With a single, brutal thrust, I ram my cock inside you. Your eyes widen like saucers as you feel my curved cock penetrate your tight canal, tearing through everything in its path. You howl like a wounded wolf. I want to go deeper inside you. I raise my fists into the air and slam them again and again into your lower ribs until I hear them crack. “This is for your own good,” I growl as I grab your struggling hands, pulling you toward me. I twist my wrists sharply, shattering the fragile bones of your hands and wrists in a single motion. Your screams are music to my ears. Thanks to your broken ribs, your body bends like a pocket knife, and my cock penetrates you deeper and deeper, always beneath your abs

MUSCLE MARINE:

Howling is an understatement... And moreover, I live at the top of the building where no one can hear me, no matter how loud I scream. I am secluded, alone, against this beast who, showing no mercy, is ripping through me like I am a ragdoll. I feel your cock drill into me without being able to resist for many a reason - the position I am in does not allow me to fight back, my unhinged legs are useless, you grabbing my arms, breaking my wrists and forcing me to fold traps me even more. And now with the broken ribs and the pain slicing me in half... my fate is sealed. I AM DONE. I whimper as your cock slices through my gut like a hot knife, burning my insides from the thickness rubbing against my tightness... not rubbing, forcing its way in.

I try to buck at first, but you grabbing me tight and locking my arms and folding me does not help much. I shake all over - from fear, from the deep sensation against my will, and from the damages your cock is causing on the inside. I feel little rips happening in my chute, then in my second ring, reaching my gut. It is impossible to have such a massive cock - that is not a cock. That is a weapon of destruction. My eyes go wide when I suddenly see your cock head appear imprinted in my gut, pushing to the outside, denting my skin and my abs muscles. "HOW? WHY? PLEASE. STOP."

EMILIO CAPUTO:

It makes me laugh when I see the outline of my cockhead beneath your ripped abs. It’s like a painting game I used to play as a kid, with every thrust, a dark purple blotch appears on your skin. I want to cover your entire abs with bruises that form from the inside out. “Why are you struggling? Why are you screaming when we’re having fun?” I grip your broken wrists tighter, bending your body further and further as my cock crushes its way forward inside you. “What’s the matter, little Marine? Why are you screaming so loud? Why is your mouth foaming?” I continue to taunt you as my curved cock conquers new territory.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You keep folding me... but not sure if you are pushing me to take my own cock in my mouth or you trying to make me suck your cockhead through my now softened gut. My abs seem to have faded and replaced by bruises and soft tissue, bleeding from the inside. There is a stain forming under me on the bed... at the entrance of my ass where your spear is coring me out, mercilessly.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

The way you squirm around me brings memories when Eric and I were kids and went fishing. I loved to watch those worms squirming in the hook. I could have been watching them all day long while stroking my 9-inch kid cock. Then your screams bring me back from beautiful memories to the harsh truth. All of a sudden I pull out my cock and leave you whining on the bed as I rush downstairs. Less than a minute later I come back carrying the dead body of your slut in my arms. "Isn't she pretty? I am sure you loved to fuck her good. " I place her sitting on your hard cock, watching how you enter into her still warm pussy, all the way until your balls. I grab a tight hold of her lower abs until I feel your cockhead inside her. I use my fingernail to make a small mark on her skin to show how far your cock reaches and pull you out of her. "My turn," I laugh and make her sit on my cock, thrusting my cock deep inside her cum-soaked pussy to mark where my cock ends in her. "I won, again. 3 inches higher than your mark. You are pathetic."

I push her away from me, watching how her lifeless body lands on the floor with a hollow thud. "Yak. my cock is soaked with your cum! Clean it!" I turn to you and slam my fist into your mouth twice, making sure your teeth come loose from your gums. “That’s much better,” I murmur as I grab your face and shove my cock- soaked in your cum- into your toothless mouth. “Clean it off properly!”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I can barely react as I see you disappear for a moment... thinking all this ordeal is over. I start tearing up, sobbing like a kid when all of a sudden I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs again. I suck it up and lift my head only to see you come in with the dead body of poor Stacey. Without much time to protest or the force to even move on the bed, I watch you walk up to me, and slam her onto my still hard cock. Then I feel one of your hands at my balls, forming a tight ring around them to keep my cock hard, as the other searches around at her gut... for my cock-head. 'The fuck is he doing?' I ask myself. It is only when you pull her off my cock, and screw her down onto your cock that I realize what is happening.

The humiliation is not over yet as you flex your cock inside her and I can clearly see it through her small body, thin skin and puncturing almost her lungs. I also hear you laugh, cynically, telling me you won again. 'Won what? You left nothing of me to fight back...' I think to myself. "Why you doing this? Please. I am sorry. I didn't know he was your brother. And he didn't make it simple for me anyway. He chose that fight. I gave him a way out." My mumbled words don't come out as intended initially, not helping much my situation.

I have no chance to finish my pleading that your fist comes crashing at my jaw, knocking some of my teeth from one side. I spit them... and as I turn towards you, there comes the second hook, de-teething more instantly. My lips twist inwards instantly, making me look like a fucking old geezer. My mouth is compared to a bitch's loose pussy. Tears run down my face as you slide your cock into my mouth, throat and down my neck, forcing me to suck you and choking me to make your point clearer... you are in control.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

Grabbing your head, I tilt it backwards and shove my giant tool all the way into your gagging throat until my balls are rubbing your lips. Your narrow windpipe wraps around my shaft, making my balls rise in my sack. I bitch slap your face and pull my cock out from your gagging mouth. "Good try bitch, but that won't work with me - I am not ready to give you my load, not yet. I decide when and where!", I slap your face again, sending you down onto the bed again.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I drop in heap, unable to move... but my body quivers, shakes, trembles. I cry, as I am now genuinely scared. My cock still betrays me, and remains hard, leaking uncontrollably on the sheets. I am bleeding from my mouth too, from you having pulled my teeth out. "C... Ca... Ca... Caputo... Why are you doing this? You are better than your brother... Hotter. Stronger. Please. We can work something together."

EMILIO CAPUTO:

"Work something together? But pussy, we are doing that perfectly already," I chuckle as I grab you by your ankles again. lifting them into my armpits and slide my cock head into your stretched hole. I stop. I look at your face and without a warning I thrust my cock all the way into your bleeding hole until my balls. "Love the connection we have"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I cannot even buck anymore. Only able to lift my ass, and tighten it. But can't even pull back to get off your monster massive cock. I wail, cry, and shake. I cough and thrash as I feel a build up in my throat now... and soon, I spit a gob of blood. My cock is hard, leaking... and threatening to explode at any moment now as I feel my balls churning and pulling up in my sack.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

My eyes detect something moving between your legs. YOUR BALLS! I grab a tight hold of them forcing them back down to the bottom of your sack while I pull out my cock from your ass, just leaving my cockhead inside. I fill my lungs with the fresh air, change my angle and thrust my cock straight into your sweet spot, hurting badly your prostate with my mushroom shaped cockhead. "Give me that little load Marine pussy," I taunt you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I shake even more, moaning deep. Unable to hold back anymore, my cock bounces alone, freezes in time, and flairs, as the cock-head expands slightly, the slit opens up and out comes the biggest jet of cum I have ever seen. To the soundtrack of your deep laughs, I start cumming uncontrollably, unable to stop as if you have plugged in me a hose filling me up. "Wh... Wha... What have you done to me?"

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I keep on fucking your leaking hole as I watch you shooting your load. "HAHAHAHAHA.. that is all you have?" I mock you watching you cover your bruised abs and chest with a milky white cream. "I will let you know what is an alpha load", I laugh loudly as I impale my cock through your walls, feeling how they wrap around my throbbing shaft. "FUCK MAN.. TAKE IT ALL" - My body begins to tremble as I empty my tanks into your ruined canal

But to your surprise, I don’t pull my cock out of your ravaged hole - instead, I just shove it even deeper. I adjust my position and grab hold of your upper arms, pulling your upper body toward me while slamming my knee into your empty balls with all my strength. “I’m not done yet,” I growl, violently pulling your arms apart, putting your chest muscles to the test.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look at you, wide-eyed, almost like asking you... 'What are you doing?' As my whole body trembles and shakes - one, for the orgasm I am still experiencing slightly, little tremors, and two for the massive explosion that you just made inside me, filling me up. My gut is burning from the inside. Pain is all over, invading me completely, my balls on fire being crushed, my legs limp and useless. All I am waiting for is death to come take me and relieve me from this situation. I mumble a few words but very unintelligible.

EMILIO CAPUTO:

I shift the angle of my hips and thrust my thick cock in another direction, feeling the head of my cock tear through your tissue as it plunges deep inside you. Warm fluid fills my body as you snap out of your daze and start screaming even louder. I yank your arms in different directions until a hollow pop tells me your other arm has snapped free from its socket. That sound is heavenly; it only makes me more convinced that our encounter has been fruitful. I roar like a bear as I empty my second load inside you, mixing it with your blood into an indistinct mixture. Wrapping my arms around your waist I lift you as if in an embrace, carrying you across the room with my cock still deep inside you.

I watch your unconscious face as you open your eyes one last time just as we reach the railing on the upper floor. I push your body over the edge and release my grip on you. Your eyes fly wide open as my cock slides out of your blood-soaked ass while you fall into the void until your body slams against sofa and ends on the floor finally with a loud thud. I stand there staring at your limp body lying in an unnatural position on the floor, your limbs twisted in different directions, dark red fluid oozing from your ass. You’re not moving anymore. Your eyes stare into the void. I return to the bedroom, pick the slut up off the floor, and carry her back to the railing. She weighs next to nothing as I easily lift her body over the railing and drop it downstairs. She lands right next to you, lifeless. It’s time to move on and bring Eric the good news. 

Justice has been served.

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