James Nowak lifts a dumbbell until his arm trembles, then lowers it with a slow exhale while flexing his muscles bare-chested. His dark hair falls over his forehead as he runs a hand through it, then shifts onto the bed, legs raised high to expose his tight hole where a red object presses in. Smiling, he lies back, the weight of the iron forgotten as his focus turns to the burn between his cheeks.
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