I’ve caught you checking us out. Checking him out. The gym has cleared out; we’re the only ones here. You don't realize how obvious you’ve been - staring at his bulge. And I know you think I’m hot. You’d be blind not to think so. But I’m so intrigued about how often I see you eyeing up my bull. I have a thing for making little beta bitch boys like yourself worship my stud’s cock. I guess you could say I have a fetish for making inferior gym bros into my bitch. Tell me you haven’t thought about dropping to your knees in front of us and pulling that big horse cock out of those grey sweatpants. Tell me you haven’t thought about sliding that mushroom tip up and down your tongue while you look up at me. Your submission, your willingness, is the hottest trait you could possibly possess. It’s kind of all you’ve got going for you. None of the cameras here work; we’ve got the gym all to ourselves. My enthusiasm, encouragement, and persuasion have you doing things you never imagined…