TATTOOED TANK!

BEEFY-N-BALD: THE NEW TRIGA TANK

BEEFY-N-BALD: Fresh first-class meat just rolled in and the room already feels smaller. Beefy-N-Bald isn’t here to audition — he’s here to remind everyone who the biggest bastard in the building is.

Shaved head catching every light like polished steel, gold-rimmed shades low enough to hide the trouble in his eyes, thick chain resting heavy on a chest that looks carved from granite. No face ink, but the rest of him is a walking canvas. This lad’s built like he spends his days shifting breeze blocks and his nights shifting egos.

He peels off slow, revealing a torso that’s pure power — wide lats, deep pecs, abs stacked tight under a light dusting of hair. No posing, no flexing for show. Just stands there, arms loose, letting gravity pull the trackies down.

Then it drops: a proper thick, uncut slab swinging free — heavy, veiny, uncut foreskin already retracting as blood rushes in. He grips it once, base to tip, and the whole thing thickens like it’s waking up hungry.

That’s when the attitude kicks in. Slow, deliberate strokes turn into short, aggressive pumps. Low grunts, hips rolling forward like he’s already fucking someone invisible. Eyes locked on the lens the whole time — no smile, no wink, just cold certainty that he’ll split you open, breed you deep, and leave you limping without a second thought.

Beefy-N-Bald isn’t flashy. He’s inevitable. New lad, old-school menace, and a body built to break holes for fun. Triga just got heavier. Watch the XXX trailer here.