Benji + Coach (Full Sequence)

Beni's just entering his prime right there, got a solid ten, maybe even fifteen years of increasing strength, speed and mass ahead of him. He doesn't get much bigger, though. He gets harder, sharper, and DENSER, to the point he can flatten wrought iron between his pecs, or in the crook of his arms...or crush rocks to sand between his abs. In his later years, rumors spread that he may even be bulletproof. Those natural big-cat 'roids he makes in his softball-sized nuts means he ain't ever needed anything besides his own psychotic determination, and his need to dominate everyone at everything. Like he's doing to Coach right there, his steel-hard eighteen-inch cock rubbing between Coach's pecs, shaft so long it's almost to his knees when he's fluffing out, so girthy and hard he can't close his paw around it, even with his iron-flattening grip. Tip so big he can't fit it in Coach's mouth without a huge amount of force. Which will definitely happen many times, over the next six hours or so. It's okay. Benji knows his strength. He won't break the little guy too hard. On his 36th birthday, he's heavier than Purr at over 800 lbs, more than twice as strong and showing no signs of slowing down. In the end it's only Purr that can even keep up with him. On very good days, he might even match Benji at this or that. But never beat. Benji walks the earth as the supreme athlete. Nobody's faster. Nobody's stronger. Nobody's fitter. And he may not be practiced at much of anything besides wrestling and lifting, but as good as he is...he doesn't need to be. He'll start slowing down in his late 60s. Maybe. Until then, he's got a body to build, fans to please, and beautiful people to fuck with the kind of powerful endurance a Wolverine would approve of. Among his many conquests, he's cucked and fucked many a willing husband and ruined many an unsatisfied wife, and probably left at least a dozen of them happily pregnant with his overachieving offspring. Uncle Benji is always welcome to visit on long, lonely weekends. But out of all of them, Purr is still the kitty for him. Nobody else can keep up. Nobody else can handle Benji at his strongest, his fiercest, his most aggressively dominant. Nobody else is any competition. And on rare occasion, nobody else can put Benji in his place. And that's exactly how they like it.

Christ…

Chaotic Lizard