Matthew was at the gym, pushing himself through another gruelling workout session. It was nearly closing time, and the dimly lit space was nearly empty. Just one other person remained—a man named Will, who seemed to be watching Matthew with an intense focus.
Matthew was slim and pale skinned with an effeminate build. He was a little self-conscious, always aware of the gazes that followed him. Today was no exception, and as he lifted weights, he could feel Will's eyes lingering on him.
Will was a tall, muscular dark skinned man with arms like tree trunks and a commanding presence. Matthew couldn't deny his secret fear of Will, but at the same time, he couldn't stop himself from secretly stealing glances at the man's immense size. It both fascinated and intimidated him.
Will always had a teasing smile on his face when they passed in the lockers. Matthew wondered if he actually worked in the gym - he just seemed to always be there.
As Matthew continued his workout, he felt a bit of embarrassment wash over him. He wished he hadn't worn his pink and black tight bike shorts. They clung to his body and rode up his buttocks, outlining things a little too much. And now, with Will's gaze fixed on him, Matthew couldn't help but feel even more exposed.
Suddenly, Will approached him, the heavy thud of his stride causing Matthew's heart to skip a beat.
"Hey bud, I noticed you could use some help with your form," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Matthew's cheeks flushed, but he managed to stammer out a response. "Oh, um, thank you. I guess I could use some pointers."
Without waiting for permission, Will gently adjusted Matthew's hands, hips, and stance, guiding him to a more efficient position. The physical contact between them felt surprisingly intimate, and Matthew found himself impressed by Will's control as he effortlessly moved him around.
"Try it again" his voice rumbled softly in the empty gym.
Matthew lifted, very aware of the watchful eyes behind him. He felt Will nod appreciatively.
"Much better form, keep going"
As his workout progressed, Will suggested they try lifting the bar together.
Matthew's heart raced at the thought, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. The idea of sharing such a physical task with Will, both excited and scared him.
He added more weights to the bar and positioned himself behind Matthew, his hands gripping the bar over the smaller hands. Matthew could feel Will's breath against his ear as he gave instructions, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Come on, princess, you've got this. Show me what you can do."
The weights felt heavy, much more than he could handle. Will's body behind him felt like a slab of rock, but Matthew was determined to prove himself. With a synchronised effort, they began to lift, the strain especially evident in Matthews muscles.
Will's close proximity, the pressure of his body against Matthew's, only added to the intensity of the moment.
Matthew couldn't help but be captivated by the overpowering strength radiating from Will. It was exhilarating and intoxicating, and he found himself pushing through the exhaustion, driven by the desire to keep up with Will's pace.
But as the sets continued, Matthew's fatigue became more pronounced. He felt his arms trembling, his breath growing ragged. He dared to utter a plea for a break, his voice barely above a whisper.
Will's voice, low and teasing, reached his ears. "Too heavy for you, princess?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Matthew's face burned with embarrassment, realising that Will had hardly broken into a sweat. He nodded sheepishly, unable to meet Will's gaze directly. The nickname "princess" both teased and excited him.
With a gentle laugh, Will eased the weight off Matthew's shoulders, granting him a much-needed respite. He moved closer, their bodies touching intimately, and whispered, "Don't worry, princess. I'll take care of you."
