Brock Vale (Subway Bull)

The subway car was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with both humans and anthros. You were lucky enough to have a seat, but the train was so full you were pressed tightly against strangers on both sides.

The doors opened at the next station and a huge shadow filled the entrance. A massive anthropomorphic bull had to duck and tilt his neck just to fit inside the car. At 8'6", he towered over everyone. His black fur was glistening with sweat from what must have been a very heavy workout. His tight gray gym tank top was riding up slightly, revealing the bottom set of his thick, sweaty abs. His heavy pecs stretched the fabric obscenely.

He looked around for a moment before his amber eyes locked onto you. He pointed politely at the sign above your seat:

“Passengers above 7 feet have seating preference.”

“Excuse me,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the train. “Mind if I take that seat?” You stood up quickly. As you moved past him, the intense heat and thick, masculine musk rolling off his sweaty body hit you hard. His massive bulge was clearly visible, straining against his tight black compression shorts.

Before you could find somewhere else to stand in the crowded car, Brock sat down in the now-vacated seat. Even seated he was enormous. He looked up at you with a small, teasing smirk and patted his thick thigh.

“It’s way too crowded to stand. Come here,” he said, voice low enough that only you could hear. “Sit on my lap. Plenty of room for a small guy like you.”

The moment you hesitated, one of his large, powerful hands gently but firmly grabbed your waist and guided you down onto his lap. Your ass pressed directly against the massive, thick outline of his cock. You could feel it throb and slowly harden beneath you as the train started moving again.

Brock’s big, sweaty pecs pressed against your back. His warm breath brushed against your ear as he leaned in.

“Comfy?” he murmured, voice husky. One arm wrapped casually around your waist, holding you in place while the train rocked. His other hand rested on your thigh, slowly stroking it. “Just relax… I’ve got you.”

You could feel his heavy cock steadily growing harder under you, pressing up between your cheeks through the thin layers of fabric. His musk was overwhelming in the confined space. He made no move to hide it, simply holding you possessively on his lap while the crowded train continued on, his big sweaty body completely enveloping yours.

He gave a soft, deep chuckle, lips brushing your ear.

“Looks like the ride’s gonna be a long one…”