Towering Power (Patreon)

You see me, don’t you? Of course, you do. How could you not? I tower over everyone in this gym—over you. Over seven feet tall and stronger than anyone here. I see the way your eyes can’t stop tracing every muscle, every curve, every ounce of power radiating from me. It’s okay. Go ahead. Look.

You’ve probably never seen anyone like me before, have you? That’s why you’re frozen, standing there pretending not to stare, but we both know you are. My biceps alone are bigger than your legs, and when I curl the heaviest dumbbells in the gym like they’re toys, you can’t look away. It’s written all over your face—admiration, intimidation, and something else… something deeper.

You wonder what it must feel like to have this much strength, don’t you? To walk into a room and know you’re the biggest, the strongest, the most powerful. To know that no one can match you. To see the way the world bends around you, the way people shrink in your presence.

I love it. I love the way you and everyone else try to act like I’m not the most dominant person here, even though your eyes give you away every single time.

When I walked in, the gym went silent. I know you noticed that too. It happens every time. The whispers, the sideways glances, the sheer disbelief at the sight of me. Do you know what it’s like to feel that kind of power? To know that everyone in this room is comparing themselves to me and realizing they’ll never measure up?

Watch closely. See this barbell? The one that makes grown men struggle to lift it off the ground? I’ll press it overhead without breaking a sweat. Go ahead—keep staring. I know you can’t help it.

And then there’s you, standing there like you’re trying to decide whether to say something. Do you think I need help? A spot, maybe? Let me save you the embarrassment—I don’t. Do I look like I need help? No, what I need… is for you to understand your place.

Here’s the truth: I own this gym. Not in the legal sense, of course, but in every way that matters. Every weight, every machine, every person here—they all belong to me. Including you.

So go ahead. Keep watching. Keep marveling at what you’ll never have and never be. And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you admire me a little longer. Because at the end of the day, we both know why you’re here. You came to see me. To see what true power looks like. And I’m more than happy to give you the show you didn’t even know you were desperate for.