Especially when they're one of the more recognizable hunks out there; Tony the Tiger!
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Duke was instantly smitten upon coming across one of his biggest crushes at the local gym, looking even better than he ever did on TV.
Arms and legs that could bend steel, abs that could withstand a shot from a cannon and enormous, bulging tits that could probably crush a bowling ball into dust between them. Just an absolute mountain of handsome himbo muscle, all crammed in a shirt and shorts far too tight to even cover up all that striped tiger beef.
Pair such a sight with the accompanying post-workout musk wafting off the big-cat and it's no wonder Duke could feel his shorts starting to strain instantly upon laying eyes him. Even more so when Tony offered to help him out with his workout.
How could the shark possibly refuse?
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As Duke soon found out however, the tiger's methods of training were... quite a bit different from what he'd expected.
It was encouraging and incredibly motivating, sure, but also equally distracting.
Who in their right mind, could possibly focus on pumping iron, while having Tony practically shaking, twerking and pushing that huge, round tiger ass in their face. Cheeks so thick, that they looked like they could swallow the shark's head whole, covered by nothing more than thin fabric of shorts that looked like they were about to tear apart around the thick and muscled himbo cake at any moment.
It's not like the show was entirely for Duke's eyes either, with several of the other gymgoers around them taking notice, most of them quite familiar with Tony's antics.
Perhaps that was the reason, why one of them felt comfortable approaching the two.
An enormous bull who easily rivaled the size of the tiger, with an equally ripped physique and milkers of their own, more than enough to give Tony a run for his money, let alone the poor shark practically buried underneath the tiger's jostling ass.
That's not to mention the magnificent slab of grade A fuckbeef swinging between the bovine's legs, and the equally potent, even pungent musk wafting off the hulking beast's brawny form.
Even though Duke could barely see him past the Tony's large and wobbly tiger ass, he could hear the hulking beast stomping over. Those large and sweaty feet thumping against the floor and the titanic dickbulge audibly smacking and bouncing off his thighs, eager to re-unite with an old friend and give the tiger one of the bull's personal protein shakes.
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Duke barely even knew what happened after. He'd heard Tony and the bull discussing something and the next thing he knew, they were both naked and towering over the shark's smaller form like a pair of musk reeking mountains.
Before the shark could even say or do anything, one of Tony's titanic arms was already wrapping around his head and shoulders, yanking the poor aquatic male face first to the big cat's side and burying Duke's face into one of his bushy armpits with little care for the poor cuck's comfort.
The stench was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The masculine stank of a hard working himbo hunk now burning his nostrils with each breath he took, feeling like an assault to his senses with the tiger's arm locked around his head like a vise and keeping the shark from pulling away as the beads of rank sweat began rolling down his face.
And that is before the bull even got to work, grabbing that grease slathered bovine schlong by the hairy base, aligning it right between Tony's thick cheeks and slamming the gigantic club of a cock right into the tiger faggot's quivering asshole.
If folks at the gym had been interested by Tony's earlier antics with the shark, watching him getting slamfucked at the middle of the crowded gym was quickly gaining them an audience. All eagerly watching that vein riddled alpha cock slamming deep enough into the tiger's bowels that he could feel the thick bush of wiry pubes pressing against his ass and the rim of his wrecked himbo hole.
All that while Duke was unable to get a word out, his voice muffled by the tiger's pit and nostrils clogged with excess sweat and steaming hot fuckstench that was nearly making his retch. Even the few gasps and mumbles he managed to get out, were drowned out by Tony's moans, screams and squeals from getting his ass clapped and sensitive fag button hammered by the bull's swollen prick.
Mix that with the sounds of Tony's blown out himbo cunt noisily squelching and slurping with each thrust from the bull and you have a scene that looked straight out of a depraved porno.
With how overproductive the bull hunk's balls were, each thrust also sent strands of excess dick slop squirting out of Tony's stretched out hole, splattering across the floor below and the bull's enormous, swinging nutsack. Just completely unabashed faggot breeding that was sure to leave the tiger's ample, orange asscheeks absolutely smeared with grease and with the bull's stray pubes adorning them.
As well as Tony's guts so full of chunky bovine bro-tein that he'd be feeling the effects for days to come.
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I had such a hard time writing anything to go with this one. I listened to a song earlier this week and it became the worst earworm I've ever had, disrupting my thoughts every time I try to actually focus on something. I might try re-writing this blurb when I eventually get rid of this earworm, but until then, this'll have to do. Sorry!
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