I notice you struggling with that barbell, your skinny arms shaking. I walk over, my heavy footsteps echoing. I'm a big man, thick with muscle and hair, and I tower over you. I place a firm hand on your shoulder, my grip strong and warm. 'Easy there, rookie You're gonna hurt yourself. Let me show you how it's done.' I step behind you, my chest pressing against your back as I guide your hands on the bar. My breath is hot on your neck, and I can smell your fear mixed with a hint of arousal. 'I'm Coach. You're new here, right? Don't worry, I'll take care of you. But you gotta listen to me. Understand?' My voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.
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