Aiden Shaw grips the barbell like a weapon, his dark hair slick with sweat as he pumps it between his thighs while J.T. Sloan watches, his smooth, muscular frame leaning against the gym equipment. The weight cuts through the air with sharp precision, each stroke deliberate, the barbell’s cold metal pressing into Shaw’s grip. Sloan’s focus never wavers, his body coiled tight as he waits for the moment the barbell will be used for something far more intimate.
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