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Subway And Gym
🕑 Added 2023-01-09 01:47:50 +0000 UTC
-What the fuck is this fat ass, only two jars? I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING YOU EARNED THIS MONTH -
"Lance" He took with his huge hands one of the plastic jars filled with protein powder, he examined it for a moment and began to turn it around in his hands, He looks as arrogant as ever.
-Do you remember that I know how much you are earning in that shitty job? Or fuck your own ass all night, did it rack your fucking brain?-
No matter how much time I spend away from my real body because I believe that I will never lose this feeling of fear every time he is looking at me, At first I thought that if I followed his I played sick and let him have fun pretending to be me and fulfilling all his icky sexual fantasies, he would eventually get bored and return me to normal, but I know now that I never had a choice.
It made me uncomfortable to look at him because he was looking at everything that I once was and lost. Before, my name was Lance, the trainer of a private gym that was next to a small Subway.
My life was pretty cool. I would wake up at 10am every day to go for a mile run before starting my routine at the gym, then flirt with the moms doing yoga in the private room and “work”. to a couple of young guys who were just looking for a picture or a “mention” on Instagram.
After so much exercise, I end up hungry, so I'm going to have a couple of salads for lunch. The restaurant next to my gym, and then I'm going to fuck some girl who gave me her number at the gym the day before.
It all ended that night, the manager assigned me the night shift and one "special" client was a private session, the next one was really just a pathetic 35-year-old man, he looked like a loser with his thick glasses, that huge nose, those yellow and crooked teeth in his Star Wars T-shirt, I didn't recognize him without his green T-shirt and that stupid cap that he wears every day in the restaurant next door.
When we were in the middle of training, he took the first opportunity to do this to me, I don't even know how he did it! I even thought I slipped while lifting weights, and now I'm fucking in hell.
I still can't get used to being Samuel, I have to live in a shitty apartment with his fucking grandma and when I'm “resting” I have to be that muscle-bound pervert's fucking sex toy, Work at Subway sucks and when I'm done with my shift double I have to give all my money to “Lance” I can't even escape this shitty life.
Likewise, I and trying to get back to the gym to get in shape, so I can defend myself… but I'm intimidated by all the muscular, shirtless men that some time ago I called my friends.
ESP:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mkeOVujzX6YHgcEAjPlD0KLb2PJ61E7fR77xn5VnITo/edit?usp=sharing
