Last set of the night and the place is nearly empty. I know you have been waiting for this, hovering near the rack, telling yourself you are just being useful.
So come on then. Step in behind me. Hands over mine on the bar, close enough that I can feel you breathing before I even start the lift.
You think you are spotting me. Cute. You are here because I let you be here, because I like knowing you cannot keep your eyes off the sweat on my back or the way I own every rep without ever rushing.
I do not need the help. I need you exactly where I put you. Steady, quiet, waiting for me to decide it is enough. That little nod I give you when the bar is racked. Good lad.
By the time I turn round you have forgotten the weight completely. All that is left is heat, the smell of me, and how badly you want me to choose what happens next.
This is the tame version of me, the public side. The rest of me, unfiltered and a lot closer, is waiting on OnlyFans and Fansly. Come and find out how patient I am not.