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Eric wasn’t comfortable, not comfortable at all, as he scanned the room. The music was louder than he wanted, the room was darker than he preferred, and everyone appeared to know each other. He’d done so much planning about what he wanted, what to say, yet he hadn’t even thought of what it would actually be once he was past the bouncer. He had probably seen right through him, the bouncer. Not the first time a straight person walks through the door of the town gay club, looking for something different than just a good time among equals.

He decided to get a drink, survey the room sitting somewhere, and figure out his next move. He chose a seat by the bar that allowed him to see most of the room. Rum and coke. Was that the right choice? Was he over analyzing and second guessing everything?

Right. Recap. Training was going good. He sticks to his meal plan. Gets enough sleep. Kinda. But things have plateaued. He needs that extra push. Someone to give directions. Not on macros and sets and weights. Someone to point out the glutes need work. Add another half inch on the biceps before working on the traps. Someone that tells him to wear the white socks with black stripes. Tank tops, not compression shirts. That he need a haircut. No, not that one. The one decided for him. And keep it like that. His goals no longer his own goals. He is someone else’s project.

But who should run that project, he wondered as he looked at the crowd. His eyes landed on a massive bear in somewhat sporty attire. He looked like he could shout at you and demand better. Or be super stoked when you meet your goals, Eric thought. He downed the last of the rummy coke and made his way over to him.

- Hi, could you coach me?
- What?

Too blunt? Well, it was to the point at least. Eric explained as he had rehearsed. He wasn’t looking for a date or anything. He just wanted someone to control this aspect of his life. No sex. No relationship. Just a friendly arrangement where one person completely and fully decides what another person looks like. The lunk listened to the entire pitch, and nodded along the way.

- It sound like you have your mind all set. I can really dig that, bro. But you see I’m not that kind of guy. I’m alr… Oh, here is daddy.

Eric swung around to see who tops this mountain of meat and almost hit the face of a lean guy in similar age and build as him, wearing a pink tank top, adidas short shorts and a blindingly white smile.

- Ohai guys!

It had been almost two hours, but to Eric it felt much longer. Lars, the human brick shithouse, had told Eric to tell everything again for Michael. No longer as nervous, he got into much more details about himself, what he had done, and what he wanted to achieve. Michael sat silent, but listened carefully. Eric hadn’t actually asked for anything, but the question was implicit when he finished. The table fell silent for a few moments. Michael then gestured towards Lars.

- Do you like what you see?

Lars looked at him with a friendly smile and flexed his enormous right arm. Eric didn’t first understand the question. But when he did, things moved quickly. They exchanged contact information, set up a shared photo folder online, created an Amazon shopping list. Lars would come by his gym the day after tomorrow to spot for him, and give him his first set of adjustments. Finally he followed Michael into the men’s room, and in the large stall they recorded a video where he pledged to follow master Michael’s instructions. Immediately after Eric wondered if he had done the right thing. Now there exists a video of him standing naked in a gay club toilet, and he has to trust a stranger to keep it. As they said goodbye Eric slipped he wished it was his gym session with Lars already. Michael leaned in and whispered in his ear

- What you want is no longer important.

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