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The roar of the crowd was always satisfying. Even if they weren't roaring for him at the moment. No-one had been roaring for him since a busted knee in his second season had taken him out of the game. But for Tyler Harris, it turned out, the football field had only been the beginning. He couldn't play in the big leagues anymore, but he'd turned out to have a knack for announcing. And well, this was the Superbowl. The biggest sporting event of the year. And even if he wasn't leading a team, he'd made it hear. This was the pregame show. Another ritual in the biggest bread-and-circus that America had to offer. And he was sat between the two Jims, Jim Markley and Jim Kincaid, the most iconic voices in sports.

"Now Wes Hunter. He's the Oiler's running back, and you gotta love to see this kid run." The falcon on his right commented.

A wolf on his left laughed, "You're sure right on that one, Jim. Wes is one exciting talent indeed. Tyler, you went to college with that bull, didn't you?"

"Highschool, Jim," He answered, "We were on the same team in highschool."

"Well, then," the Falcon said, "With your personal experience with the guy, do you have any special insights about his playing?"

Tyler's mind drifted back.

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It was after hours in the highschool locker room. One of the linebackers had gotten a bit too rough in practice, so he'd decided to get a little rough back. He challenged Wes to a sexfight. First to cum loses. The Bull had snorted at that, and boasted no man had ever kept from cumming with him. Of course, Tyler put that down mostly to the fact that men tended not to expect male opponents to have a nice, hot pussy between their legs. But Tyler would see it coming. He had a plan to take him down.

His opponent was shorter than him. But he doubted that was going to translate into being less muscular. The bull's massive muscles rolled under his cream-colored skin. Tyler was proud of his body. You had to be, to be a quarterback. You need to throw. But this bull, well, that body was something else. The stallion would need to act fast. He charged right at his foe, arms outstretched. Wes moved to counter the charge, but that had been Tyler's plan all along. He slipped behind the bull before he could react. One hand wrapped around the massive neck of the bull to hopefully immobilize him. The other slipped between his tree-trunk like legs. His fingers found the bovine cunt, as wet and hot as any of its female counterparts. Digging in deeply, and squeezing tight as he could to hopefully stop his foe's breath, he began to pinch the index and middle fingers together, then twitch them around... And finally begin pumping the two fingers in Wes's pussy. By the standards of most species, this guy seemed horny as hell. But by bovine standards, Wes was still dry. At least for now.

"Just think about how good my cock would feel in there," he teased the bull. He could feel the moisture just now starting to form in that pussy.

Wes didn't seem to be in a thinking mood, though. A hard elbow slammed Tyler in the chest, and he grunted, his hot breath falling on the bull's neck. A second strike hit him hard. His hold got looser on the bull's neck, and a third shot forced him to let go with a disappointed grunt. But no sooner had he let the bull's neck go, than he found himself being muscled back as well, until his back crashed on the lockers with a metallic rattle.

"This?" The bull asked through gritted teeth, and Tyler felt a massive hand grabbing his not-yet hard cock. "You want me thinking about this in my pussy?" The bull gritted his teeth like a dog. His eyes burned. And that hand squeezed his cock hard. It was crushing, painful, but despite himself, Tyler was beginning to stiffen for that grip.

"You know what I think about, when I think about that in my cunt? I think about a little bitchstallion with tears in his eyes 'cause he can't handle the pressure." Wes rose on his toes to whisper in the stallion's ears, "I think about how much cum you'd shoot out for me if you even got close."

Tyler wasn't going to stand for that. He responded to this treatment with a slap to the Bull's face. He knew Wes was a proud man, but he wouldn't allow himself to be talked to like that. He wouldn't be treated like that by anyone. Least of all by a linebacker with a chip on his shoulder and a cunt between his legs. He would fuck that pussy. And he would defeat it.

"You think you could beat me?" A second slap sent spittle flying from the bull's thick-lipped mouth. "You think your pussy intimidates me?" He raised his knee between Wes's legs, striking the stud roughly on that muscled pussy. The gasp he got was satisfactory, too. He began to grind his thigh into the other man's sex, trying not to think about the fingers grasping his. The bull a little damp. "I think your cunt is desparate for me. I think YOU are desparate for me." He began grinding the muscles of his thigh against that hole, making it just get wetter and wetter. He even taunted his opponent by beginning to grind his hips along Wes's hand, "Come on, show me you're a real tough man."

He reached back around the bull's waist, pulling Wes closer to him, so he could really grind in on that dripping hole. The two buff studs were locked up, embracing close. But however you cut it, this was still a contest of grinding a thigh against getting a handjob. Anyone with even a little experience with sex was probably going to be able to beat a thigh, no matter how muscled, with their hand. And those mocha muscles were not doing Tyler any favors when it came to trying to find a way out. He felt the other massive hand on his chest, pressing him back even as he gripped Wes tighter. His cock was truly getting stiff for the bull's hand.

"Tyler, I know you like to think of yourself as a tough boy, but you're playing with fire."

The stallion gritted his teeth, trying to keep rubbing the cunt grinding on his thigh, but it was failing.

"So you just sit there like a good little bitch, let Papa Wes jerk you off, and when he's done, maybe he won't have to take you to therapy from how you got unmanned."

"Nnngg... Maybe..." Tyler answered... "And maybe I can handle myself." He pounded his fist into the bull's abdominal muscles. It seemed to work. Wes let out a gasp, and spittle flew onto Tyler's chest. But the wetness he was more interested in was between the stud's legs. And that wetness seemed to be actually growing from the strike. Maybe that would be the secret to his way out. He tried again, lower, slamming into the bull's muscular abs. His opponent crumpled around his fist, leaning forward, allowing Tyler another chance with his thigh. But unlike the last grinding, this one was direct. He slammed the bull with his leg. Now the wetness was undeniable, the scent of it was beginning to get to Tyler. But he clinched up close, wrapping his arms around that muscular back, and began lifting more knees viciously to his pussy. He might be getting bruised, but he was undoubtedly getting horny, the tight cunt between the bull's legs was dripping, now.

"Little masochist, aren't ya?" He teased, as he battered the pussy. He took a couple steps out of the corner, finding Wes unable to stop him. "You like to be hit."

He pressed the attack. Knee after knee struck the bull between his muscled thighs. Each shot driving in the control Tyler had for now. Each shot made his tight-pussied opponent pant, the pants becoming louder and lower, as the arousal clearly grew in the battered bull. His foe was strong. Which meant heavy. But as they approached the center of the locker room, he was hitting hard enough that the stud began to bounce with every shot between his legs.

"Ah! Ah!" The gasps were clearly sexual. The bull's pussy was soaking Tyler's thigh. It was getting messy down there. Tyler leaned close. From the outside, this looked like a little lover's dance. At least until you noticed the piston of the horse's knee.

"You really are getting off on my beating you like a bitch." He licked that soft cheek, "Come on. Tell me it hurts. I like to hear that it hurts. No wonder all your opponents lost. They never guessed you were a kinky little slut."

Back to the center of the room, now. But better than that. They were against the benches. Tyler gave a quick shove, sending the bovine battler sprawling on his back on the metal.

He looked down at him, "Now what to do with you..."

He raised his foot, "Oooh, I got an idea." And he stomped down on the bull's already soaking pussy.

"You fucker..." His opponent gasped out, "I'll... Nnng, I'll tear you apart... Just try my pussy, you cowardly bi-Ahhhhh!" The gasp came as Tyler stomped again, battering Wes's pussy brutally with his foot. Quarterbacks who were good at keeping in the pocket were often said to have firm feet. In this case, the situation seemed a little more literal than normal. His feet were firmly battering and bruising a black and blue pussy. Juices squelched out with each attack, beginning to soak Tyler's foot as well. It was like a soaking maelstrom between the legs of the moaning bull.

"Mmm, what was that, Wes? Cowardly bitch? I'm not afraid. I'd fuck you, but you're not man enough to get me hard. Look" He grabbed his crotch. Undoubtedly, he had stiffened. But the powerful stallion cock was clearly not yet even fully erect. "Anyway, you'd need me hard. I know this bitch-hole likes it..." Once again, he raised his foot, once again, he came pounding brutally down on that hole, juices soaking out onto the metal "Rough!"

Another foot raise. Another stomp. Another moan. Another foot. Another stomp. Another moan. The breath was coming quicker and quicker out of the bull, now. And Tyler was loving it. Poor Wes was barely still in this fight. Honestly, the most impressive thing was probably that the bull hadn't cum yet. This was a fight to one orgasm, after all, and with the mess the poor stud was making for Tyler's attacking, well, it was almost impressive.

He stepped back, just for a second, a cruel gleam in his eye. Wes had disrespected him. He would pay for that. His hand slipped back, and found the soft, leather-and-cushion he was looking for.

"Problem is, Wes, you like this too much. You're getting my foot wet." He said. He smiled sadistically, and bent down, his face closer to the level of Wes's pussy, and he could see just what his abuse had done to it. It was oozing clear juice heavily now. He doubted anyone would come back from this beating. But he needed to be sure. If he was going to end up in there, well... He'd want it weak. He slowly tied on his cleats, before standing once more. He raised his foot high, so Wes could see the wicked turf spikes protruding from the sole of the shoe. "Fortunately, these are waterproof." And he stomped down hard.

"Gyeaaaannngghhhh!" The spikes dug into the flesh, and the bull screeched, a yell of arousal and pain to shake the rafters.

Honestly, the sound of his screeching was satisfying. Tyler never thought of himself as the type of guy who got aroused by sadism, but, well... There was something very erotically pitiful about seeing a muscular man gasp and writhe as juices spit out of his pussy. There's something undeniably hot about it, and his shaft had clearly reached full stretch, sticking proudly out in front of him. He watched that chest heave, and could already see the stud groaning in his bed... He'd take this fucker home, pound the hell out of him until tomorrow's practice, and then leave him too exhausted to perform. That'd show him to hit that hard that early.

He was too busy watching the man's beautiful chest, to keep his eye on the leg. And when he raised his foot once again to punish his pussy, the bull's foot shot out like a lightning bolt, and smashed Tyler's knee. The horse gasped in pain, his foot missed, and he fell to his knee again, but this time out of control. Head pressed to the soaking pussy he'd been pounding. Cock thick as hell. He panted, catching his breath. "F-fucker..."

In a second, the Bull's leg had swung around, hooking behind his neck. And now, his head was pressed up against the pussy that he'd been punishing, muzzle smooshed up against the sloppy, dripping folds. Muscular, athletic thighs crushed in on his head, compressing it like an orange being squeezed in an industrial press, ready to be pulped and thrown out. Yet after a few seconds, the hold loosened. Not enough to escape. But certainly enough that he was no longer being tormented. Not that it did him too much good, of course. Wes's tree-trunk thighs were still keeping him locked nose-to-pussy with that hole, and the smell of a wet cunt was keeping him at full arousal.

If Wes had anything to say to him, he couldn't hear it, as the two mountains of muscle surrounding his head kept him from hearing anything but the rush of blood through the two pillars of power. But a pair of hands on the back of the head, pushing a head forward, closer and closer to an aroused sexual organ were a language that transcended sound. He tried to pull back, but the bull's thighs closed tighter and he was pressed in. The only way out was through.

So he'd have to go through. He began to lap at the bruised fuckhole, pleasuring it with his broad, muscled tongue. The juices rolled across his tongue, and he was rewarded for his efforts by a groan from above. It might not have been the way he had hoped to gain victory, especially once the thought of pounding that pussy physically into squirting in orgasm had crossed his mind. But a win was a win, and if he got his win by lapping at his foe's cunt like a trained whore, then he'd take it. Honestly the fact that the bull had pretty much literally brought this defeat down on himself was amusing to Tyler. It had been Wes's idea to shove that head between his legs, so if Tyler's tongue ended up the conqueror of the bruised hole, then he had no-one to blame but himself.

It seemed like Wes had started to have the same thought, though. The encircling thighs were loosened, freeing his head from the fleshy prison, and now Wes grabbed his ears, trying to pull him loose from his cunt before this mistake came back to bite him. The bull's tugging got emphatic, and soon, Tyler was extracted from his little 'Meal'.

He was held inches away from that pussy, just enough inches that the battered cunt was protected from being licked. Not so many that he wasn't well aware of the scent and erotic, undeniable look of the dripping fuckhole, the gaping maw drooling juices down. His breath was still heavy, as heavy as before. But unfortunately for Tyler, there was far less exhaustion coming from the stud, and when Wes stood to loo at him, those bovine eyes stared down at him with the loo of a hunter who'd finally caught theit prey. Tyler panted as he looked up at Wes as well, eyes meeting. Neither one of them willing to give.

Then, Wes twisted, and sent Tyler sprawling onto the ground on his back. Now he was the one in the dangerous position of having their organs exposed. But while he might well have expected a slamming foot, when he looked up at the bull standing over him, both feet were planted firmly on the ground.

"I'm not going to stomp you, Tyler," the bull taunted, then gave a cruel smile of his own. In under a second, Wes had stepped forward again, now straddling the stallion, and dropped down on that thick cock with a thud. He knew that the dripping wetness and softness of the cunt that was now grinding against the underside of the shaft, a prelude to putting it in, was a sign of how well he'd done so far. But that intellectual knowledge did little to comfort him, when compared to the hot, wet, soaked sensations being pushed into him.

"I'm gonna do something much worse."

And then, his opponent began to grind. His dripping wet pussy slid along the underside of the stallion's shaft. And there was a lot of underside to slide along. Bovines had strong pussies, to be able to handle the thick cocks of bulls. Those may have been no stallion shafts, but they were some of the few things that could even compare. His opponent's eyes stared into his, with a mean, but confident look. His pussy surrounded the stallion's cock lengthwise, and the insistent grinding of those full hips against Tyler's aching shaft was sending a very clear message about which one of them was the real man. Wes may have had a pussy, but it was a pussy that seemed so much greater than the cock that was daring to face it.

"I'm going to make you cum, Tyler." Wes laughed, "I'm going to make you cum just from rubbing on my pussy... Wouldn't be this bad if you hadn't insisted on beating me... You got me so wet though... Your cock must feel like it's drowning."

It was true. The juices were matting down the fur around his shaft, shining his cock from just the external grinding. It was one hell of an experience.

But Tyler had been through a lot, and he was sure that no matter how hot he found this, Wes was closer to defeat than he was. The bull's orgasm would be much sooner. He didn't need the perfect position to avoid pleasure. In one quick grasp, Tyler grabbed onto the back of Wes's neck, twisted, and rolled. Now the bovine stud was on his back in the locker room. Tyler had control here, it was just a matter of keeping from blowing in the horny hole and he was done. This was closer than he'd have liked. He slipped back, just enough to get his cock to Wes's battered entrance, and slammed forward. Hips met hips with an audible squelch, juices dripped out of the bovine cunt, and he finished the thrust with one long, hip-shaking grind, his dick filling the bull to the brim, and bathing his cock in the warm, glorious juices of his opponent. He was closer to orgasm than not, but this bull... He was so close to the edge Tyler could taste it, hear it from the light groan following his dominant grind. He pulled back a bit, then began to thrust.

His hips began pounding, juices began splashing and squelching, and that cunt began convulsing. Little twitches coming in at the side of his cock. The muscles compressing just the tiniest bit as they splashed juices out from Wes's beaten pussy.

"Ah! Ah!"

The pants that each thrust received met with equally erotic twitches, that treated Tyler's shaft to the sensation of a lifetime. But like he'd been saying. Just need to last long enough. Last despite how hot the moans of his weakened foe were, like they were calculated to please him. Last despite how erotic they were. How good it felt to hear the arousal from the masculine beast below him. It was better than any mare he had ever had...

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cute little moans, with Wes's head rolled back, exposing his neck. His chest. Fuck that felt good. It felt so good. He was in control. He was dominant. He was showing Wes. He was... Ahhh, fuc, hey... He was getting close. The moans and twitches were just so good. His cock was starting to twitch.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh... Ha ha ha" The bull's head finally rolled forward once again, and gave Tyler a confident little smile, "Ahhh, figure it out?" He asked.

"Nnggggg..." Tyler groaned, trying to regain that dominance over the batered pussy and groaning bull... Dominance he was starting to realize had been an illusion in the first place.

"Oh, keep trying little boy." Wes's hand reached out to stroke his cheek, "But it won't work. It can't. You're trying to be a man in my pussy. No-one's a man in my pussy."

Tyler's hips kept pumping for a few seconds, before they slowed. Then that dripping cunt started squeezing him, pumping him like that hand had before. But he would get out of this before that pussy pumped the cum right out of him. He would have to. He rested his head on Wes's chest like a lover, letting the bull pet his mane for a second. His mouth hung open in arousal. Then he realized what his defence would have to be.

"Nnggg... Wes..." He panted, as that pussy squeezed and slurped on his cock, trying to coax him into letting go. "You know how... Nnngg... No-one ever beat your... Pussy? You know... Why?"

"Why's that?" Wes asked.

Tyler looked up at him. "They didn't learn what I learned." He grinned, raised his fist, and slammed once more. His powerful hand struck Wes right below the abs. It hurt, so he knew it was right. He had to damage the core muscles enough to stop that milking.

The slam got the reaction he'd been looking for, at least. Wes let out a loud gasp, his pussy began to shudder and squirt. Still not in orgasm, but it was close enough. He was bringing his foe to the razor's edge, bringing him close enough to an orgasm that he could see the frustration in Wes's eyes as he pounded, trying to hold back. So he raised his fist and struck again. The fluttering reaction of his pussy was hard to outlast, but much easier than that skilled milking before. Just concentrate and get through it. His fists slammed and pounded, over and over, flesh meeting meat, the bull's cunt convulsing and voice getting louder and louder in its groans. He slammed until there were tears in the bull's eyes. Until he was sure that pussy would tear a muscle from its spasming, and the force of his fist had actually started to hurt his cock.

"You're just a subby bitch."

The bull's head was still rolled back. Once again, his chest was heaving, looking like he had been knocked out. The fact that he hadn't cum yet, still, must have taken a herculean effort. Both warriors panted, as Tyler surveyed the damage. This was almost over. Time to...

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze

He felt the bull's pussy squeezing on him once more. He gasped. Even with Wes almost unconscious, his cunt was squeezing on Tyler as much as it ever had. He grunted and tried another hammering blow to Wes's abs. It netted the expected moan from the bull and squirts from his pussy. But after a few seconds, the bull's cunt began squeezing and pulling once again. Somehow, despite everything, Wes was managing to power through the beatings. The soaked, juicy muscles kept pulling on his shaft. He tried to hold onto Wes's hips, while he looked for another way out. But there seemed to very resolutely be nothing. His cock was being pumped, pulled, squeezed. The juicy hole treated his cock like a cow's udder. His mouth formed an "O" once again, aroused once more to near the edge by his opponent's wet muscles. He moaned low, and collapsed, his head to the exhausted bull's chest once more.

His cock began to twitch. Pre was leaking heavily out of his long shaft, filling the juicy hole that demanded his submission. He wanted to hold back, but his thick, long cock wanted otherwise. It wanted to unleash its cum, shoot the cream it had been holding back out into the pussy of a powerful beast.

His balls were drawing up, and he whimpered low. Inner muscles squeezed him like a tube of toothpaste. He grabbed onto the bull's body, squeezing it to his head. Eyes screwed up, as he fought to restrain from filling that hot hole just a few more seconds. But no hope. He lost control of his hips, and found himself, without restraint, griiiiinding himself into Wes's pussy... Grinding, pushing his cock deeper. His shaft flexed, bucked, and - Finally, forcibly, it came.

He gave a pitiful moan as he came in the horny, hot hole. His seed sprayed out of his firehose like shaft, wetting Wes's inner walls even more than they had with creamy horse cum. The juice of his own orgasm started sloshing back over him, his breaths came in light, low pants as he humped that hole out of control.

It took several more seconds for the hot orgasm to finish, but finally, it did. Tyler's balls had been drained by Wes's insatiable pussy.

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Tyler turned to the falcon.

"I gotta say, Jim, if I gotta pick one thing that separates this guy from the rest, it's that no matter what ya throw at him, he's going to keep going. You can't stop him, and believe me, I've tried."

The two gave an appreciative laugh. The discussion turned to other topic.

Like it always did. Like it always would. There was a lot to talk about.

It was football.