THE LOCKER ROOM PAYBACK

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Nat was the gym’s favorite athletic trainer, great at building muscle, terrible at filtering his mouth. His latest client, Milo, had signed up hoping to bulk for summer. During a tough set, Nat chuckled and called him “weak.”

Milo didn’t argue. He just left.

Two nights later, after closing, Nat walked into the locker room still in his tight black compression top. Before he could shower, hands seized him from behind. Rope wrapped his wrists, then his mouth gagged by tape. A blindfold followed. Nat struggled, muscles flexing under Lycra, but nothing gave.

A calm voice spoke in the dark.

“Weak, huh?”

Metal clamps pinched lightly onto his nipples through the compression fabric, more humiliating than painful. Fingers flicked them, making Nat jolt against the lockers with a muffled grunt.

“If you’re going to coach strength,” Milo murmured, “learn some respect first.”

The door shut a moment later, leaving Nat taped, blindfolded, and breathing hard, no longer sure who in the room had really been “weak.”