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Mike dropped the dumbbells with a tremendous CRASH! and smiled as heads turned all over the crowded gym. He liked attention, positive or negative. He stood up from the incline bench and did a couple of flexes in the mirror. Now that was a chest. He’d been doing flies with 50 pound weights and his pecs were suffused with blood, making them almost ripping through his tight t-shirt.

Just one more exercise to go – cable flies. He left the bench with his sweat still all over it and made his way over to the cable station. He dropped his stuff by one side and adjusted the pulley then turned…and stopped.

Who the fuck was this guy, and where the fuck had he come from? He was already adjusting the pulley and putting the rope handle on. “Hey, asshole,” Mike snarled, “I’m using this. Get lost.”

The other guy turned around. He was as built as Mike, standing about an inch shorter than Mike’s six-two, but with just as much muscle. And the look he was giving Mike was not friendly.

“I’m using this,” he said shortly, “so why don’t you go fuck yourself since no one else is going to?”

Heads were starting to turn. Mike heard his name, and “Jack”, which he figured was this pussy’s name. He took a step forward so that he and Jackoff were within arm’s reach. “I said, I’m using this station. You can use it when I’m done. Leave. Now.”

Jack took a step forward, too. Now they were very close, their massive chests less than an inch apart. “We can do this two ways,” he said quietly. “You can leave and I can do my workout, or I can wipe up this entire fucking gym with your face, and then do my workout. Your choice.”

People had stopped even pretending not to listen. A crowd was starting to gather around the cable station. Mike decided it was time to teach this scumbag who was boss. “Just remember you asked for this, fucker,” he said as he began to raise his fists.

And then, Steve, the gym owner, was there, putting his body between the two much bigger men. “If you two fight in here, our insurance premiums will go through the roof and we’ll probably have to close,” he said, “so would you mind taking it outside?”

Mike almost took a swing at Steve, but the little man was right, and he liked this gym; he didn’t want to have to find another one. So he nodded curtly at Steve, grabbed his stuff, and stalked to the exit. He looked over his shoulder. “Coming, you little bitch?”

Jack was right behind him. As Mike paused to deliver his challenge, Jack kept walking and bumped Mike as he passed him. He reached the gym entrance and opened the door, then theatrically invited Mike to come outside. The rest of the people at the gym were right behind them, but the gym owner nonchalantly blocked the door and said, “If you want to cancel your membership, feel free to leave now.”

Mike and Jack walked around to the side of the gym – there was a narrow alleyway between it and the next building, and as they followed it, they found it opened into a larger space – about five feet wide. “This suit you all right?” Mike asked.

“Just fine,” Jack replied, dropping his stuff by one of the walls. He peeled off his shirt and dropped it on his gym bag, revealing an upper body packed with solid muscle under a thin coat of dark, coarse hair across his chest and abs. He started swinging his arms to loosen them up. “You need any special rules, little girl?” he asked mockingly.

Mike had dropped his bag against the opposite wall and removed his shirt as well. Stripped to the waist, he showed off a thick, muscular, smooth tanned body. He threw a couple of jabs in the air and smiled. “No rules at all. I win when I make you quit.”

“You fucking wish. Let’s do this.”