Unstoppable (Patreon)

I feel it the moment I step into the gym. The silence. The stolen glances. The way their eyes widen, tracking the sheer sizeof me.

I used to blend in. Not anymore. Not when I tower over every man in the room. Not when my muscles swell with power beyond anything they could ever hope to achieve. I watch their expressions shift—admiration, envy, fear.

And God, does it turn me on.

I roll my shoulders, feeling the thick, sweat-drenched mass of muscle pulse beneath my skin. Every step is a statement, every flex an unspoken challenge. They want to compare, but they already know the truth.

I see him staring from across the room—some guy who probably thought he was strong before he saw me. I smirk, picking up a bar loaded with weight that would crush him in an instant. Effortless. My biceps swell, veins snaking across my skin as the metal bends slightly in my grasp.

He swallows hard. I bite my lip.

"You like what you see?" I tease, my voice dripping with confidence as I step toward him. His breath hitches. He doesn’t answer, but his body betrays him. The way his hands twitch, the way his chest rises and falls too fast. I know exactly what I’m doing to him.

"You should," I purr, leaning in close, letting him feel the sheer heat of my body, the intoxicating presence of someone who could break him without trying. "Because I love knowing just how small you are compared to me."

I drag my fingers down my abs, feeling the ridges, the unstoppable growth that’s consumed me. I made this body. I made this power. And nothing—nothing—gets me off more than knowing there’s not a single person on this planet who can match it.

I stand back up, towering over him, watching his lips part like he wants to say something—wants to resist. But we both know the truth.

He’s already mine.