DREAM BREAKER: Numerous police officers had disappeared during the investigation, their whereabouts unknown. Only one body was found, badly beaten, mutilated, and smashed into a pulp with some blunt object, most likely a baseball bat. Private investigators were sent after him, but one after another they met the same fate and vanished into thin air. Everyone knew who he was, and just mentioning his name made even the toughest men tremble. He was known as SKIN.

When I was offered the job, I initially refused, but the family who wanted me to find Skin didn't want him brought to justice; they wanted him dead and were prepared to offer me a hefty sum of money for the job. Thanks to the six-figure sum, I could spend the rest of my life lazing around, without having to work a single day. They didn't set any conditions other than Skin's death, which would be proven by photos and a body part of my choice. I knew Skin's reputation well and knew the job would be dangerous, even impossible, but the money, cold hard cash, talked me into it and I decided to accept the assignment.

I myself had connections to the underworld, and soon received a tip from my network about Skin's hideout, located in a former station in the labyrinth of an old subway tunnel. I took a deep breath as I prepared for what might be my last assignment ever, but at the same time I felt my cock harden in my pants with anticipation of getting down to business. I dressed in a black sweater and black jeans, putting on black soft leather gloves that fit like a second skin around my fingers. "Skin, your days are numbered," I said to my reflection in the hallway as I stepped out into the dark night, moving toward the abandoned subway tunnel on the outskirts of the city. 

SKIN MUSCLE:

The familiar thud-whump of leather on canvas is the only thing that matters right now. My breath comes out in sharp, even bursts; sweat stings my eyes, but I keep driving my fist forward, feeling the strain in my shoulders and the satisfying impact vibrating up my arms. I'm wearing my work gear: thick combat boots laced tight, old denim jeans, and a black T-shirt that feels like a second, tight skin, clinging to the sweat. Fingerless gloves protect my knuckles as I drive a hook deep into the bag's side, which swings back, a loyal opponent in this cold, metallic tomb of a station. Everything else is a distant noise.

DREAM BREAKER:

There are several abandoned stations, but something tells me that you have chosen the deepest one, Beckhill Station. As I approach the station platform from the tunnel, I hear strange sounds that I can't explain, like dull thuds, muffled blows that grow louder with every step I take toward the dimly lit station. I know I have arrived at the right place when a heavily armed guard walks past me without noticing me, hidden in the shadows. The man is dressed in a police uniform, but I know it is just a ploy to lure any real police officers who might be planning to attack the place. I move quietly behind him and wrap my arms around his head, pulling his body backwards while violently twisting his head to the left and then immediately back to the right. There is a quiet snapping sound as his strong neck breaks, killing him instantly. I drag his dead body down onto the old tracks.

SKIN MUSCLE:

A sudden, sharp disturbance in the cold air prickles the hairs on my neck, instantly shattering my focus. The rhythmic noise of my training stops as I drop my hands, muscles coiled tight. It wasn't a sound I heard, but an absence—the subtle pressure change of something moving too fast, too close, in the tunnels. I pivot away from the punching bag, scanning the darkness where the tunnel meets the platform. I see nothing, but I know the silence means someone competent just arrived.

DREAM BREAKER:

I was quite surprised Skin didn´t have more guards placed around his premises. I met only four or five of them as I got closer to Skin's private quarters. One after another, the guards' necks snapped as they fell almost silently, dead, onto the floor. The last guard managed to move his head just as I was about to break his neck, and I ended up strangling him from behind. Fortunately, with his Adam's apple pressed against his throat, he was unable to scream, and I hoped that his kicks into the air would not be heard too far away. Finally, the man's body went limp, and I was able to break his neck. My gaze fell on a door lined with sheepskin at the end of the hallway. Something told me that I had found what I was looking for, Skin.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The familiar thud-whump resumes, loud and clear. I step back into the circle of light, picking up two heavy dumbbells. My focus is entirely on the slow, burning repetition of the curls, the weights carving definition into my arms and shoulders. The sounds of struggle, the brief, choked gasps, the sickening snaps—they all fade into the background noise, just echoes in this massive, empty space. I grunt with effort, pushing past the pain, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the polished chrome of the weights. I am sculpted, I am ready. The platform entrance remains empty in my peripheral vision; I seem completely unaware of the lethal game of hide-and-seek unfolding in the dark corridors behind me.

DREAM BREAKER:

Everything has gone well so far, even alarmingly well, and there have been no counterattacks or other difficulties. I still wonder about the small number of guards, but perhaps Skin has prepared for a possible intrusion in some other way. Suddenly, the dull thuds cease and a deep silence reigns in the labyrinth. Only the sound of a small leaking faucet can be heard in the distance as water droplets fall onto the stone tiles. I open the red door and step inside. The room is completely dark except for a small lamp on the other side that provides just enough light for me to step further inside. I look around... no one, I see no one.

And then I see another light, small blue tones light and someone sitting in a black velvety easy chair. My heart skips a jump when I realise it´s you, playing with your mobile. I can see you having ipods plugged into your ears and your body moving in the rhythm of the music. You seem to have no idea that I am sneaking behind your back, approaching you step by step as I stop. I inhale and without a warning my giant fist lands on your neck, aiming that point where you head is attached into your body.

SKIN MUSCLE:

Just as the air compresses violently behind my head and I feel the sickening rush of your intent, I move. I spin low, dropping flat to the floor as your 'giant fist' whistles past, connecting only with empty air. My smile, previously hidden by the dim light and the ear pods—which were playing static, not music—is wide and genuine now. I roll backward and spring to my feet just outside your reach, holding a small, black remote in my hand. "Fascinating," I breathe, my voice echoing slightly. "You can almost smell the bloodlust on yourself, Dream. Those guards? Not mine.

They were the last officers dumb enough to follow the breadcrumbs I left. You just did my dirty work for me." I press the button with a decisive click. The grating squeal of stressed metal screams through the tunnel as a heavy steel cage, lowered silently by cables, drops from the ceiling, slamming shut around you where you stand, trapping you instantly. "You thought you had me? No, Dream. You were always the star of my final act." 

DREAM BREAKER:

"What the fuck!! - No wonder those men I trusted as my guards were like air without clear instructions. I killed a couple of police officers who were after Skin. But my conscience doesn't bother me about it. Hunting and destroying Skin is my job, and if someone tried to take that away from me, I would have had to kill them anyway, cop or not. Skin belongs to me.

The steel cage that has fallen around me obviously makes it considerably more difficult to carry out my plan to destroy Skin and his network, but I decide to keep my cool. The cage also prevents him from getting to me, and I don't believe he has captured me as his mascot, even though I am quite striking in appearance. I straighten my back and bounce my huge pecs as I step onto the edge of the cage with a broad, even arrogant smile on my face. "Skin, I presume? I have a message for you: 'You're a dead man,'" I chuckle in my low voice, watching your facial expressions closely.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I lean against the cold metal of the cage. "Presume all you want, Dream. But look around. You're the one in the box, not me." I let my eyes trail over the reinforced steel bars you're gripping. "You don't understand. I didn't lure you here to stop you. I lured you here because I needed you to clear out the local interference. You've been playing my role perfectly—a bloodthirsty killer taking out the competition. You're the perfect distraction." I pause, my smile turning predatory. "And no, Dream, I didn't catch you to keep you. This cage is the trigger, not the trap."

DREAM BREAKER:

"You didn´t lure me here? You didn´t catch me to keep me?", I repeat your words in my head and the truth, the terrible truth suddenly dawns on me like an exclamation mark screaming. The assignment was a complete deception, a large sum of money a lie, my entire employment was just a trap! You were behind it all the whole time, and now I'm locked up in a strong cage like a fool. "Do you think this will change anything? I'll gladly break your neck for free, Skin. You can be sure of that, no trap, no trick, I'll kill you."

SKIN MUSCLE:

"Look closer, Dream." As I speak, a low, grinding sound emanates from the floor of the cage, and the walls—instead of being sealed—begin to retract inward, slowly, agonizingly. The internal space shrinks from both sides. "It's a custom press, designed just for your massive ego. I wanted something theatrical." My voice is cold and detached. "Watch how quickly that arrogant smile fades when you realize your precious muscles won't stop twenty tons of slow, crushing hydraulic pressure."

DREAM BREAKER:

I must admit I didn´t expect anything like this. The crusher would crush me in a matter of minutes, like a newspaper roll crushing a fly into a bloody pulp, a shapeless paste, and there was nothing I could do about it. The only way to stop that hellish machine was in your hands, and you were standing outside the cage, out of reach. "Is that what you really want? See my muscles and bones getting squeezed into bloody mess? Is that how weak you really are, a coward that is afraid to face me like a man, feel this muscles against his?", I challenge you with my words. "You are a weak pussy who doesn´t have what it takes to be a man, BALLS!", I keep on taunting you grabbing my big bulge. "Enter into the cage and prove me to be wrong and I just might to save your life after raping your pale ass. That of course only if there is a real man under that white faggot skin".

SKIN MUSCLE:

The grinding slows, the cage walls pausing a meter away from your chest. I drop the bat carelessly onto the ground. "You want to prove yourself? Fine. I designed this entire scenario because I respect competence, even yours." With a deliberate motion, I reach down and flip a hidden lever on the cage mechanism. The far side of the steel wall retracts fully, opening a pathway into the station floor. "You get one minute, Dream. The fight you wanted. Let's see if those muscles of yours hold up against technique." I raise my fists, shifting into a boxer's stance, light on my feet, ready to move.

DREAM BREAKER:

With a nasty grin on my face I get out of the cage walking with determined, cocky steps to you. "One minute? Are you sure you can last that long?" My eyes are scanning you from the head to toe, studying your face, those dark eyes of yours, as if trying to figure out what's going on in your mind, what your fight tactics are. But I trust my instincts, the experience I've gained over the years by taking down lowlifes like you. Without giving you a chance to blink your eye I rush forward, surging on you as I wrap my arms around your thighs forcing you down to the stone floor with me. Using my hard forehead I aim a headbutt just below your chest trying to hurt your solar plexus as I land on top of you.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I lean into the surge just enough to avoid the worst impact of your headbutt, taking the blow higher on my abdominal wall—it stings, but doesn't wind me. I use the momentum you created, bringing my knee up sharply into your hip as we hit the floor. Despite your weight pinning me, my hands shoot out, finding the pressure points on your neck and jaw. You may be strong, Dream, but on the ground, control beats brute force. I apply sudden, focused pressure, intending to scramble your senses and create the space I need to escape the pin.

DREAM BREAKER:

My mouth drops open as I grunt in pain and pull my head and torso away from you trying to get away from your tight hold of me. You resist to release me adding only more pressure on your hold. "You little fucker!". I cover your face with my giant palm and smash your skull against the floor when my free hand clenches into a fist and strikes your exposed side with force. "Your turn to grunt, princess!"

SKIN MUSCLE:

The impact against the concrete makes my vision swim, but I’ve been hit by heavyweights who hit much harder than a desperate detective. I ignore the burn in my ribs, using a violent twist of my hips to shift your weight while I drive a jagged elbow upward toward your temple to break your hold. "You talk too much for a man who's already gassing out, Dream," I hiss, my eyes narrowing as I look for the next opening to put you back in your place.

DREAM BREAKER:

I try to dodge your elbow but you are faster as it lands hard on my temple leavingme partially dazed and releasing my hold of you as I fall down on my back next to you trying to recover as soon as possible from the impact. My chest is moving up and down as I pump adrenaline and oxygen into my body..watching how you are already approaching me, FAST! 

SKIN MUSCLE:

I close the gap instantly, my boots thudding against the concrete as I loom over your dazed form. Before you can even blink the stars away, I drop a heavy, focused knee into your sternum to pin your lungs while my gloved fist strikes downward in a short, brutal jab toward your chin. "Stay down, Dream; it’s easier to crush a bug that doesn't wiggle," I snarl, the adrenaline making my movements fluid and lethal.

DREAM BREAKER:

A good kick to the sternum could cause more than just significant pain or bruising. You kick could even fracture my ribs or damage my internal organs like the heart or lungs. It could be lethal. And I don´t have a chance to dodge it. Luckily my pecks are like two big cushions, wide and thick absorbing the biggest impact of your strike. I have difficulties breathing, but my instincts work faster than my mind.

As I fold forward I see from the corner of my eye your gloved fist already approaching my chin. Raising my right arm my large hand wraps around your fist closing it into my fist as I start block your blow and add pressure on your trapped hand. I can feel the soft touch of your leather glove covering your hand but that won´t protect your fragile bones of your hand. Still with clear difficulties to recover my breathing I keep on adding pressure on your fist while I straighten my back and s bend your arm. I raise my gaze from your hand to your face and chuckle sarcastically as I see you slowly sinking to your knees. "Maybe I'm not just an ordinary detective after all."

SKIN MUSCLE:

My free hand hooks behind your neck, dragging you close until the hard, heavy length of my cock grinds against your hip, sending a jolt of heat through my denim. I use my teeth to wrench the glove from my trapped hand, letting the bare, calloused skin of my palm slide down your chest with a slow, agonizing friction. "You wanted to see what's under the skin, didn't you?" I whisper, my voice a dark, rough rasp against your ear as I lean into the contact, turning our struggle into a brutal, heated embrace. 

DREAM BREAKER:

As our bodies are grinding against each other I release my hold of your trapped hand and wrap my arms around your waist pulling you tighter against myself. My cock grows steel hard in my pants rubbing against your stiff bulge. I stare at your ice grey eyes slightly confused about what´s happening but almost hypnotized decide not to think too much about it. My hands grab a tight hold of your bubble butt, squeezing your ass cheeks. "Let´s see it all, Skin".

SKIN MUSCLE:

I spit the last leather glove onto the floor, my bare hand sliding under your shirt as our hard lengths grind rhythmically through our jeans. I sink my fingers into your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat while I lean my full weight into your chest. "You're about to get exactly what you asked for, Dream," I rasp against your lips, my free hand finally popping the top button of my denim.

DREAM BREAKER:

Suddenly the reality and a weird erotic dream are mixed. I am not sure what is going on and start to forget why I came here. There is just this moment, nothing else matters. I follow your example and rip open the buttons of my tight jeans with one tug, locking my lips to yours. My tongue tries to penetrate your mouth as I lower my pants. "What the fuck is happening to me?"

SKIN MUSCLE:

I meet your tongue with a savage hunger, drowning out your confusion as I kick my jeans down to my ankles, letting my burning heat press directly against yours. "It's the adrenaline, Dream... or maybe you've just finally found someone worth submitting to," I growl against your lips, my bare, thick length finally freeing itself and sliding slickly against your own heavy shaft. I grip your hair tight, forcing you to stay locked in this collision of flesh and steel in the center of my trap.

DREAM BREAKER:

It's as if you've cast some kind of spell on me or drugged me with some insidious poison that clouds my judgment and allows me think only with my masculine flesh. I moan quietly against into your mouth feeling your thick and warm rod grinding against mine, giving me goose bumps. I just want to feel you closer, sink deep into dark desire, let it lead us somewhere unknown. I don´t care what could it bring, where could it take my. All I want this moment is you.

I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you closer when suddenly something you say breaks the spell. "...someone worth submitting to". My eyes open wide as I understand what is going on. "SOMEONE WORTH SUBMITTING TO!", I almost scream against your face, hit my elbows into your both sides as I lift my knee hitting it hard below your stiff, swinging cock with an intention to crush your pale balls.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I catch your knee mid-air with my thigh, the impact only fueling my rage as I lunge forward, my bare hand clamping around your throat with a suffocating, iron grip. I slam your head back against the concrete and reach into my waistband, sliding a cold, heavy pair of brass knuckles over my fingers with a metallic click. "Submitting wasn't a suggestion, Dream—it was your only chance," I hiss, my eyes turning to stone as I rain a series of brutal, weighted blows directly into your unprotected groin, intent on turning your arrogance into a bloody, shattered mess. 

DREAM BREAKER:

Your first blow hits my unprotected manhood squarely as I use the same trick you did, closing my legs and absorbing the most of your blows with my thick muscular thigs. I collapse on my knees having this copper blood taste in my mouth as I try to recover from your evil attack. What you might not know is that getting my balls punched often works as a trigger to me. A trigger that makes me only hornier and more furious. Your gloves are right there in front of my knees as I reach for them and slide my right hand into the one of them.

You have that arrogant, confident look on your face as if the fight was already over, as if you were already savoring your victory when I all of the sudden send my hand, covered with your own glove, in between your legs and give a devastating uppercut right between your two low hanging balls. You scream but I am not done. Instead of pulling my hand away from your crotch I grab a tight hold of them, squeezing, twisting and stretching them out of of your body as I slowly, very slowly begin to stand up.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I scream as white-hot agony explodes through my groin, my vision tunneling while you twist and stretch my most vulnerable flesh. I collapse against your chest, my breathing coming in ragged, desperate hitches, but even as my knees buckle, I refuse to let you win. I jam the brass knuckles deep into your ribs, grinding the cold metal against your bone with every ounce of my remaining strength. "If I'm going... to hell... you're coming with me,"

I use your own momentum to drive my brass-knuckled fist downward in a short, heavy arc, hammering directly onto your exposed, tensed testicles with the force of a falling mallet. I hear the sickening, wet pop of internal rupture as I strike again and again, grinding the cold metal into the pulp of your manhood until your grip finally falters. "No more games, Dream,"

DREAM BREAKER:

I scream in terror, in pain I have never felt before, as my hands move between my legs to protect my heavy balls and at the same time to feel the damage you may have caused me. Something is wrong with my left testicle, but it is still there, in my scrotum, defiant even though wounded. My hand, covered by your glove, grabs my throbbing cock as I uncontrollably cum on it.

"You won't discourage me with your dirty tricks, you won't!" I shout, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I get up on my knees and slam my elbow deep into your ribs, hearing the crack I was waiting for as your lower ribs snap, pushing into your insides making your upper body fold forward. I don't wait for your plea for mercy as I press my sperm-soaked glove against your face, rubbing it on your nose and mouth while my fingers seek out your eyes. "You're going to die now!" I shout with the rage given to me by wounded ball .

SKIN MUSCLE:

The sound of my ribs snapping is a sharp, jagged crack that steals my breath, and I howl in a mixture of agony and a dark, twisted euphoria as you smear your hot, acrid seed across my face. I inhale the scent through my nose, my pupils dilating as the humilating taste of your victory ignites a final, sadistic spark in my gut—an excitation that burns hotter than the pain. My body convulses, but instead of collapsing, I use the slickness of the glove against my face to slide my head free from your reach.

My free hand, still heavy with the brass knuckles, dives like a claw between your thighs, finding your wounded, swollen scrotum and clamping down with a grip meant to end your lineage. I lean in, whispering "Sweet dreams," through a mouth stained with your fluid, and with one violent, rhythmic squeeze, I apply every pound of my remaining strength until I feel the final, sickening burst of your left testicle under my fingers. 

DREAM BREAKER:

Instead of using the brass knuckle you decide to grab my left, already wounded testicle with all your strength and literally squeeze the life out of it. My eyes widen, my mouth dropped down to scream with my burnt voice. I know that if I subdue to the pain it all willl be over soon and your criminal kingdom would just get stronger. "NO! NOT LIKE THIS", I scream to my self wrapping my giant arms around your ankles and pulling them violently towards me, making you to lose your balance and fall down.

"You might have killed one of my boys but you will pay for it dearly, with your life", I mumble as I lunge on your back, mounting you with my heavy body as I wrap your neck with my left arm, choking you with all my might. You struggle like hell which is only a good thing allowing my to wrap my legs around your waist as I cover your mouth, your screamd with your own cum soaked glove. Thrusting my hips forward my throbbing cock slides into your crack between your glutes. "I can breed you with one ball only", I whisper into your ear as I increase the pressure on your neck.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The taste of your seed on the leather fills my senses, a perverse fuel as I thrash beneath your massive weight, my lungs burning for air that won't come. Your arm is a tightening vice around my throat, and the sensation of your single, throbbing rod sliding against my crack sends a final, jolting surge of adrenaline through my broken ribs. I let out a muffled, desperate moan against the glove, my vision blurring into a haze of grey and red as the pressure on my neck reaches the breaking point. Even as you prepare to take me, I reach back with one shaking hand, searching for any soft tissue or bone I can still break before the darkness finally takes me.

DREAM BREAKER:

Slowly breaking your fight I feel your body getting limp under mine but if you thought that could save you from my intentions, you couldn´t be more wrong. I know perfectly how to bring the "life" back into your ripped body. I slide my gloved hand around your hips and find soon what I am looking for: your semi hard cock! My fingers wrap around it, jerking it first with slow long strokes feeling it reacting and growing thick. I grind my cock between your ass cheeks as I move my hand back and forth faster and faster around your cock that in few minutes begins to throb in the tight hold of your glove. "Don´t fight back, release your load. It might be your last one".

I thrust my hips forward forcing my leaking cock to enter into your tight crack biting your shoulder. I sink my teeth deep into your white skin as some fucking vampire until I feel your warm dripping out, running along your neck and back. Just feeling that sweet copper taste of your blood drives me so crazy I am close to lose my control totally. "CUM .. DON´T RESIST.. CUM", I order you.

SKIN MUSCLE:

I surrender to the primal violence of the moment, my body arching in a jagged, involuntary spasm as your teeth tear through my skin. The combination of the crushing chokehold, the rhythmic fire of your hand on my cock, and the agonizing heat between my glutes shatters the last of my resistance. A choked, guttural cry escapes from behind the semen-soaked glove as my body finally betrays my mind, and I erupt in a violent, messy release that coats the leather, my vision flickering into total darkness just as my blood begins to pool beneath us.

DREAM BREAKER:

Despite the leather around the skin of my hand I feel your warm abundant man seed entering into my fist. There is something animalistic about this moment that makes me want to pull my throbbing cock out of your canyon and slide my cum-filled glove in its place. Your body tightens around my hand as I finally slide two gloved fingers inside you, pause for a moment, and then, without hesitation, bellow and thrust my entire cum-coated hand inside you. Your body trembles and convulses around my fist as I force it deeper and deeper inside you.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The sensation of your leather-clad fist stretching me past my limits is a sickening cocktail of absolute violation and a dark, electric pleasure I’ve never known. Every inch of that cum-slicked glove forcing its way deeper feels like a hot iron branding my insides, a level of agony that threatens to shatter my mind. But that pain is pure high-octane fuel for my rage; as my body trembles around your arm, I use the fire in my gut to find the strength to drive my brass knuckles into your ribs one more time, turning this torment into the very engine of your destruction.

DREAM BREAKER:

I grunt in pain as your brass knuckle beats my body again probably breaking some of my lower ribs as it lands deep in my flesh. But the pain just drives me crazier, hornier. My giant fist hammers your tight canal breaking your thin inner walls as I hook my fingers, trapping your sensitive prostate in between my fingertips. "Hurt me harder man", I hiss against the meat in your shoulder. My cock nodding up and down as I shoot a load on your back, a load of white sperm that my damaged left testicle has stained red with my blood. I pull my fist out of your bleeding ass and shove one of the gloved fingers into your mouth "Clean the mess!", I order you.

SKIN MUSCLE:

The agony of my internal walls tearing under your fist is a blinding white light that fuels my final, sadistic surge. I swallow the metallic, salty cocktail of blood and seed as you shove your finger into my mouth, my eyes burning with a predatory fire that ignores the snapping of my ribs. Instead of obeying, I sink my teeth into that leather-wrapped finger, clamping down with a force meant to sever bone while my free hand slams the hydraulic override on the cage wall.

DREAM BREAKER:

"You did too good job with your gloves, asshole. You made them to resist stupid attacks like that!", I scream as I feel your teeth around my fingers trying to break the fragile bones. Punching the back of your skull I pull out my fingers from your mouth seeing them still being there, intact. At that very moment, the door opens and two uniformed police officers enter. "Sir, don't worry, we're here to help you," one of them says as I get up from on top of you, stepping on your head as I walk naked, my other hand hanging from my torn sack.

"Finally! Why did it take that long?", I ask the closer officer as I all of the sudden punch my knucles into his exposed Adam´s apple crushing it instantly as he grunts in pain and surprise collapsing on the ground holding his crushed wind pipe blood streaming out from his mouth. The other cop is confused as his hand goes for his gun. A sharp fast kick into his balls takes him down as the second kick hits his jawline tilting his head back, snapping his neck with a loud crack. He goes down onto the ground - dead.

I turn back to you. "Where were we man?", I ask you as I walk back to you. My side swollen, my left testicle crushed but still alive. "Don´t you see Skin, I didn´t come here to seek justice. I came here to take your kingdom!", I laugh loud !

SKIN MUSCLE:

Watching you slaughter those officers with such clinical, cold-blooded efficiency sends a shock of pure, dark electricity straight to my core. The sheer depravity of your betrayal is a more potent aphrodisiac than any touch; I feel my body convulse in a raw, involuntary peak that sends my hot seed arching through the air, splattering directly across your bruised and bloodied chest. "You're a goddamn animal, Dream," I hiss, my voice thick with a mix of agony and worship as I wipe the gore from my eyes, fueled by the realization that I’ve finally found my equal—and that I have to be the one to kill you to keep this throne.

I seize the moment of your triumphant laughter to lunge at you, tackling you onto the slick floor and crushing your throat with my forearm. As you struggle for air, I sink my teeth into the wrist of the glove and tear it from your hand with the ferocity of a wolf, ripping it away along with patches of your skin while my knee slams into your mangled testicle to kill your resistance. Once I reclaim them both, I slide my hands into the warm, damp leather, feeling the power surge back into my fingers before shoving my gloved fist into your mouth to silence your arrogance and begin my conquest.

DREAM BREAKER:

My screams wake me from my ecstatic state of trance when suddenly my windpipe is almost crushed. I open my mouth to gag for air when your knee strikes my balls, or rather, on my remainining testicle. You have turned into something else, I even doubt if you are a human. Your gloved fist lands on my lips trying to enter into my mouth to silence me, who know for ever when I snap a grab of your wrist blocking your attempt before it would be too late. With anger blazing in my eyes, I violently twist your trapped wrist and in my rage I push your body further away from me until I hear a satisfying sound when your wrist breaks. I release your arm and grab your head with both of my hands pushing your body away and hammering it against the wall behind you while my knee lands between your legs. "Surrend Skin and I promise you your end will be fast."

SKIN MUSCLE:

The sickening crack of my wrist is just a symphony to my ears, the pain acting as a final gateway to a state of pure, murderous euphoria. I don't pull away; instead, I lean into the agony, dragging my tongue slowly across the blood-soaked leather of my reclaimed gloves, tasting our combined essence like a sacred ritual of war. "Surrender is for the weak, Detective," I growl through bared teeth, ignoring my broken limb as I slam my forehead into your face and drive my other gloved hand, hard and unyielding, into your open abdominal wound to tear at your resolve from the inside out.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your attacks on my ripped abs are ambitious, but I sense something inside you telling you that you are losing your kingdom, your power. I mount your squirming body, spread my palm on your head and lift it up from the stone floor. I keep it there for a moment and then hit it violently down again repeating the move over and over again crushing your skull into the floor. "I want your sexy head explode like a riped water melon!" 

SKIN MUSCLE:

As your skull hammers against the floor, I use the last of my strength to coil my powerful legs around your neck, dragging your face down into my blood-stained crotch. I force your nose against my heat, making you inhale the intoxicating scent of my sweat, seed, and the iron of my wounds, turning my agony into a weapon of raw desire. "Smell your king, Detective," I hiss, grinding my aching core against your lips as I use the leverage to pin you, proving that even as you break my body, I am the only thing you truly crave.

DREAM BREAKER:

The puddle of blood is increasing under your skull as you force my face into your crotch. Your scent is driving my crazy, enchanting me, making me almost to forget everything going on with us. Your pale cock with those thick veins is rubbing my lips, wanting to enteri into my skull, making me to want that too. But then I remember my task, my mission: To take away from you all, to make it mine, to be the new king of the dark world. I widen my mouth and let you shove your cock into my hungry mouth as I suddenly close my jaws, sinking my teeth around your throbbing shaft, digging into your soft flesh, severing it from your body.

SKIN MUSCLE:

An inhuman shriek tears through my throat as you rip my manhood away with your teeth, but instead of succumbing to shock, the agony hurls me into a suicidal frenzy. As the vessels sever, a violent spray of hot blood and residual semen shoots directly into your face, blinding you with the visceral fluid of my destruction. I gouge my gloved fingers into your eye sockets with blind force, determined to leave you in eternal darkness while my hot blood chokes you. There will be no throne for you if you cannot see your kingdom.

DREAM BREAKER:

I spit your thick, still warm, throbbing cock onto the ground as your remaining sperm and gushing blood penetrate my mouth, almost suffocating me. Your bare fingers push into my eyes, trying to pierce them, dig them out of my eye sockets. I lift my upper body just enough to slam my massive fist into your chest, breaking something underneath and pushing deep into your insides, making a loud snapping sound as it goes further. You remove your hands from my face and for a moment I see your eyes glowing red until I slam my free fist into your face, sinking it deep into your skull. Your body twitches as if seized by seizures, while your blood and pieces of your brain spill down my arm onto your chest. Finally, you lie motionless on the ground. It's all over.

DREAM BREAKER:

Nasty grin appears on my face. I get on my knees, straddling your hips as I reach for your head with my large arms. Wrapping my fingers around your head to give you the final twist that would end up your life instantly. Nothing more than place my hands around your head you suddenly open your eyes, eyes that are glowing red. And they are not friendly, smiling eyes. "FUCK!", I grab your head tighter.

SKIN MUSCLE:

My eyes snap open, burning with a demonic, crimson light that defies the logic of my shattered skull. As your fingers tighten for the kill, I let out a low, vibrating growl that rattles the very cage, my hands locking onto your wrists like iron shackles fueled by pure, unholy spite. The blood and brain matter staining your arms begin to pulse in rhythm with my glowing gaze.

With my gaze burning crimson with fury, I muster my last strength to slam my forehead against your nose, seizing your stun to free my wrists and kick your chest with an agony that makes me see stars. As I crawl away, bleeding out from my severed member, I activate the hydraulic trap to pin you against the floor while I limp toward the shadows, but not before sinking my gloved thumb into your right socket. I rip your eye out with a wet, sensual tug, tucking the bloody trophy into my mouth as I slide away, letting your scream of blindness be the music to my escape from this ruined kingdom.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What the hell is this?", I ask myself when I find myself trapped, both arms and legs tied tighly against the floor. In few seconds later my screams are filling the room as you dig out my right eye and swallow it and disappear into the darkness. When the pain finally subsides, I tear off the bandages and struggle to my feet.

It takes days to recover from your attacks, first thinking to replace my collapsed testicle with a silicone ball and place a glass eye when one morning I wake up. I look at the mirror and smile. My bruised testicle is back.. I have two eyes in their sockets. "How is this possible", I ask myself. I might have lose something but nothing is free in this world and now.. all I paid is back! Now your kingdom is mine. ALL MINE. I laugh with a loud guttural voice in the dark throne room...MWUAHAHAHAHAHA. I am the new king of the shadows.... right?

To be continued...

Published: 2026-01-10, viewed 142 times.