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pleasure. God, what he wouldn’t give to be fucking that girl right in that moment. He looked down at his veiny, rigid self.
Most women that he had sex with were pleased with his performance, but there he was, jerking off in his office bathroom. Fucking loser, he thought. His breathing became ragged. He choked back a moan, grabbing a couple paper towels as he grew closer to the end. He bit down on his bottom lip, his body convulsed, and his eyes rolled as he exploded into the towels. He stood still, leaning up against the wall for a second, rattled from his peak.
Henry tossed the towels away, zipped up his fly, and washed up. After making the necessary calls to the hospital, he left his office and began taking inventory of what would be transferred. Back to work, as usual.
The next morning, Henry arrived at the gym and scanned his card at the door. Geoff, Henry’s usual kickboxing partner and personal trainer, was behind the counter. He happened to be the owner, as well.
“What’s going on, my brother?” He was about Henry’s age and a little bigger than him but, due to all of his training in the program, Henry was far superior in the ring.
He felt Geoff would make good alliance material. He was tough as nails, strong as a bull, and was easily influenced. Exactly what he was looking for.
“Nothing much.”
“Looking for an ass whooping this morning?” Geoff grinned.
“I was about to ask you the same thing.” They chuckled. “I’m going to go warm up on the treadmill for a few. Tap me when you’re ready.” Henry grabbed his favorite treadmill. He had a perfect view out the front windows and the televisions hanging from the ceiling. Not that he cared what was on TV, but it gave him something to focus on while he was pounding his Nike’s on the belt. It was a rare occasion when he watched the thing. He was more of a movie person.
Henry grabbed a towel, but before he even started the treadmill, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around to tell Geoff to give him a few, but it wasn’t him. It was Mike, another member at the gym. The only member that had portrayed the annoying asshole role exceptionally well.
“Can I help you?” Mike wasn’t the friendly sort so Henry wasn’t looking forward to having a conversation with him. He had more muscles than personality.
Mike watched Henry a lot, as if he was studying him. Which made him a little uncomfortable, but Henry did the same to everyone else, looking for more alliances. This guy was simply an asshole.
“You’re on my treadmill,” he growled.
“I’m sorry.” Henry looked around for a second. “I don’t see your name on it anywhere.” He added an eye roll for good measure. Henry turned around and hit the start button.
Just as he hit full stride, he saw Mike’s hand snake around and yank out the safety key. Luckily, Henry was quick enough to catch himself on the bars.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” Henry yelled as he spun around to face him.
“I said, you’re on my treadmill. Now, I expect you to get off of it, pretty boy.”
“Fuck off.” Henry turned back around. He took enough shit in training. He wasn’t going to take any shit while he was just warming up.
“What’s the issue over here?” Geoff addressed Mike as he approached.
“Nothing, I guess.” Mike started to walk away, as did Geoff. Henry chuckled. Then, without pause, Mike turned around, grabbed Henry by his arm, and swung him off the treadmill. He slammed him onto the floor, back first.
The fall knocked the wind out of him, but he had fought with broken limbs, concussions, and blindfolds hundreds of times so it was no big fucking deal.
Henry realized that he had blood trickling down the side of his temple. He must have hit his head on the treadmill when he went down.
Mike got in a few punches to his face before Henry shifted into program mode. He flipped Mike over and wrapped his hand around his throat, choking the life out of him. Geoff heard the
Most women that he had sex with were pleased with his performance, but there he was, jerking off in his office bathroom. Fucking loser, he thought. His breathing became ragged. He choked back a moan, grabbing a couple paper towels as he grew closer to the end. He bit down on his bottom lip, his body convulsed, and his eyes rolled as he exploded into the towels. He stood still, leaning up against the wall for a second, rattled from his peak.
Henry tossed the towels away, zipped up his fly, and washed up. After making the necessary calls to the hospital, he left his office and began taking inventory of what would be transferred. Back to work, as usual.
The next morning, Henry arrived at the gym and scanned his card at the door. Geoff, Henry’s usual kickboxing partner and personal trainer, was behind the counter. He happened to be the owner, as well.
“What’s going on, my brother?” He was about Henry’s age and a little bigger than him but, due to all of his training in the program, Henry was far superior in the ring.
He felt Geoff would make good alliance material. He was tough as nails, strong as a bull, and was easily influenced. Exactly what he was looking for.
“Nothing much.”
“Looking for an ass whooping this morning?” Geoff grinned.
“I was about to ask you the same thing.” They chuckled. “I’m going to go warm up on the treadmill for a few. Tap me when you’re ready.” Henry grabbed his favorite treadmill. He had a perfect view out the front windows and the televisions hanging from the ceiling. Not that he cared what was on TV, but it gave him something to focus on while he was pounding his Nike’s on the belt. It was a rare occasion when he watched the thing. He was more of a movie person.
Henry grabbed a towel, but before he even started the treadmill, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around to tell Geoff to give him a few, but it wasn’t him. It was Mike, another member at the gym. The only member that had portrayed the annoying asshole role exceptionally well.
“Can I help you?” Mike wasn’t the friendly sort so Henry wasn’t looking forward to having a conversation with him. He had more muscles than personality.
Mike watched Henry a lot, as if he was studying him. Which made him a little uncomfortable, but Henry did the same to everyone else, looking for more alliances. This guy was simply an asshole.
“You’re on my treadmill,” he growled.
“I’m sorry.” Henry looked around for a second. “I don’t see your name on it anywhere.” He added an eye roll for good measure. Henry turned around and hit the start button.
Just as he hit full stride, he saw Mike’s hand snake around and yank out the safety key. Luckily, Henry was quick enough to catch himself on the bars.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” Henry yelled as he spun around to face him.
“I said, you’re on my treadmill. Now, I expect you to get off of it, pretty boy.”
“Fuck off.” Henry turned back around. He took enough shit in training. He wasn’t going to take any shit while he was just warming up.
“What’s the issue over here?” Geoff addressed Mike as he approached.
“Nothing, I guess.” Mike started to walk away, as did Geoff. Henry chuckled. Then, without pause, Mike turned around, grabbed Henry by his arm, and swung him off the treadmill. He slammed him onto the floor, back first.
The fall knocked the wind out of him, but he had fought with broken limbs, concussions, and blindfolds hundreds of times so it was no big fucking deal.
Henry realized that he had blood trickling down the side of his temple. He must have hit his head on the treadmill when he went down.
Mike got in a few punches to his face before Henry shifted into program mode. He flipped Mike over and wrapped his hand around his throat, choking the life out of him. Geoff heard the
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