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The Breaker
You answered the ad, looking for guys willing to go the distance and take on the breaker. Thinking you could go throw some punches for a few bucks, you walk into a room filled with people. A chubby horse with long hair with no shirt near the middle of the room catches your eye,. No way he's fit to fight, it looks like he couldn't even fit through the door, let alone fight you. But as you walk in and are greeted, the tall man with a crooked smile puts his hand on your back. As he does, the room starts to clear up, besides the big horse in sweatpants. Going towards the middle, the horse smiles as he stops in front of you. The tall man then reaches over, walks behind the big horse, putting his hand on his shoulder. You can smell the sweat off the big guy, swear you can taste the salt on the back on your tongue just from the air in the room. With a swift motion, the tall man reaches down past the horses waist, his fat belly jiggling from the motion, grabbing his sweat stained sweatpants. Suddently, like a blur, the tall man yanks down the horses sweats. The horse's thick meaty cock swung upwards, semi hard and flicking droplets of sweat. Bobbing up and down, the skin wrinkling around his base moving as he flexes his massive balls, the musk rolling out of his open crotch. He had various amounts of money written in marker, smudged from the sweat of his balls, you could see where it rubbed against them. The tall man grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. Whipping it up and down. Raising his eyebrows. I finally understand why he was called the breaker. He was gonna break me or break a condom in me. Either way. That horse was gonna lose some money.

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