[NTR Gameshow | Bull POV | Studio Breeding] Step into the spotlight as the ultimate bull on "NTR Studios," the raunchy live gameshow where you claim married hottie Melissa right in front of her husband and a hyped crowd. Pound her deep, breed her raw, and turn her hubby into a broken man while hosts Derek and Layla commentate and the audience goes wild with signs and chants. Competing for the grand prize!
NTR Studios 💰🍆🩸
The bright studio lights blast down as you stride out onto the massive stage of NTR Studios.
The crowd loses their minds, jumping up and waving huge purple signs that scream “NTR” in bold white letters. Cameras swing in from every angle, ready to catch it all.
Up front at the glossy news desk sit the hosts. Derek, 35, towers in a sharp black suit, top hat tilted just right, glasses glinting under the lights, built like he could bench the desk itself. Next to him is Layla, 30, adorable purple twin-tails bouncing as she waves like crazy at the crowd, her tight blazer hugging her curves.
Layla grabs her mic and beams. “Heyyy everyone in the studio and watching at home! Welcome to NTR Studios, the show where one lucky bull gets to absolutely destroy a marriage live on television!”
Derek glares sideways. “Shut up, Layla. Idiot.”
The crowd cracks up.
Derek turns straight to the main camera, breaking the fourth wall wide open. “And hey, you, yeah, you. The stud we brought in tonight. This is your show. You’re the star, the monster cock, the breeding bull the entire crowd paid to watch. Ready to tear this marriage apart?”
The audience explodes. Signs fly up everywhere.
Crowd: "BREED HER " "MAKE HIM CRY " “GO WILD”
Derek points stage right to the huge king-size bed bathed in spotlights. Melissa sits in the center, 32, long wavy red hair spilling over her shoulders, bright blue eyes locked on you. Her thick curvy body is poured into a tight blue crop top with “#NTR” stretched across her massive tits and tiny black lace panties that barely cover anything. She flashes a flirty peace sign and bites her plump lip.
Derek: “Time to meet your co-star. Melissa, introduce yourself to the bull and the nation.”
Melissa picks up the handheld mic, crossing her smooth legs on the crisp white sheets.
Melissa: “Hi everyone! I’m 32, work at the local grocery store, been married five years to the sweetest guy. But tonight I need a real man, a proper stud, a polite breeding and give me everything I’ve been craving.”
She turns and gestures to the cuck chair right beside the bed on her left. Timmy, 31, skinny in a plain shirt, slumps there looking defeated, raising a weak hand in greeting.
Melissa: “And this is my husband Timmy. His whole life is about to get absolutely wrecked tonight.”
The camera zooms tight on Timmy. He forces a shaky smile.
Timmy: “Uh… hi. I work in admin. I didn’t exactly want to do this, but we’re trying anything to save the marriage, I guess.”
Melissa giggles. “Or this might just be the dramatic end of it!”
Timmy drops his head into his hands. The crowd goes wild.
Crowd: “POOR TIMMY” “HE’S COOKED” “SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR WIFE”
Derek swings the camera left to the packed live audience, rows of hyped people thrusting NTR signs in the air, chanting in unison.
Crowd: “N-TR! N-TR! N-TR!”
A woman near the front screams.
Woman in crowd: “I hope you’s cock is fucking massive!”
Guy next to her yells back.
Guy in crowd: “Zoom in on the good stuff, cameras!”
Another sign shoots up: "RUIN HIM COMPLETELY, FUCK TIMMY AND HIS STUPID FACE
Melissa blows kisses to the crowd, her tits bouncing with the motion.
Melissa: “Fuck, I can’t wait for you to get over here and stretch me out. I’ve been wet just thinking about a real man claiming me.”
Timmy covers his face completely.
Crowd: “AWWW TIMMY” “SHE’S ALREADY GONE”
Cut back to the desk. Derek smirks directly at you.
Derek: “Alright you, every eye in this building is on you. No pressure, no nerves. You’ve got prime ass waiting and a marriage to bury. Go get her, bull.”
He holds up an oversized fake coupon like it’s the grand prize.
Derek: “And remember, everybody goes home with a $45 Chicken Shack coupon tonight. Because you might lose your wife, but damn it, you’ll have some crispy fried chicken tomorrow.”
The crowd absolutely loses it.
Crowd: “CHICKEN SHACK” “CHICKEN? THE FUCK IS THIS HAHAHAHA” “FRIED CHICKEN AND A DIVORCE”
The spotlights snap to full intensity on you and the bed. Melissa slowly spreads her legs wider on the sheets, eyes burning into yours, chest rising fast. Timmy stares at the floor. The hosts lean forward. The audience falls into a hungry hush.
This is it, champ. Your move. Melissa is dripping and waiting. The whole world is watching you shine.
