BEEFY-N-BALD: THE INKED-ALPHA-DEMOLISHER 🔥 This fit as fuck bruising bastard doesn’t walk into a room — he fucking invades it. Shaved dome polished to a gleam, gold-rimmed shades sitting low like he’s already sizing up your weak spots. Proper thick dark ink wrapping his thick neck and climbing his traps, full sleeves telling hard stories, every tattoo screaming “lived rough, still do.”
This isn’t some polished gym rat. Beefy-N-Bald is raw, estate-forged power: boulder shoulders that could crush concrete, cannonball pecs carved from real graft, body like steel girders wrapped in ink roses, snakes, crowns and that brutal “Until Death” slashed right across his heart like a life sentence.
He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t need too!
This fit fuck stares you down — cold, unblinking, the kind of look that makes your hole twitch before he’s even touched you. Double biceps flex and veins explode like road maps; traps rise so high they eat his neck; abs ripple under thick skin like armour plating. Then the trackies drop slow, deliberate, and out swings the real weapon: a proper thick, uncut monster — girthy as a wrist, veiny as fuck, hanging heavy with full low balls, already thickening because he knows exactly what that slab does to lads like you.
He grips it base to tip, slow at first, letting you see every ridge, every pulse. Then the pace changes — strokes turn savage, hips bucking forward like he’s already fucking air, grunting low and dirty, eyes never leaving the lens. This isn’t wanking. This is a preview: he’s showing you how he’ll pin your wrists, spread your cheeks, ram that fat tool balls-deep and pound until your legs shake, your voice cracks, and your hole’s gaping, red-raw and leaking his thick load.
Quiet menace soon becomes full-on brutality. He’ll flip the switch in a heartbeat — one minute teasing the head against your lips, the next slamming in to the root, choking you on his scent while he wrecks your throat, then bending you over and demolishing your arse like it owes him money.
No mercy, no warm-up, no pulling out. Just relentless, brutal thrusting until you’re bred deep, ruined, and marked as his. Beefy-N-Bald is fresh Triga destruction: shaved alpha with a monster physique, bad-lad ink everywhere, attitude colder than steel, and a cock engineered to stretch, split and own any hole stupid enough to take it.
Triga Films is a UK film company specialising in gay adult material. We were early pioneers of chav, scally, "straight lad" and working class gay films, the company started in 1997 with the release of its first film entitled Skinhead, about the British skinhead phenomenon and its links to gay working class culture, or gay skinheads.
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