Her Male Model (Femdom)

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Coals POV

I didn't think going out in public would be such a big deal...but apparently, I was wrong. I lift up a dumbbell, trying to ignore the stares and whispers. It's not like I can leave. I have a shoot in 2 days, and based on my last couple of experiences at Levour Fashion, I don't think it's a big stretch to assume I'm going to be mostly naked. Quitting my workout now is not an option. But that doesn't make it any easier.

"Sub" everyone in the gym seems to whisper. I know most of it must be in my mind, but some of it is real. I can tell by the way people make eye contact with me while doing hip thrusters...smirking. I can tell by the way some walk past me to go to different machines, flexing their muscles as they go. As if to intimidate me...or to seduce me. or maybe both.

I finish up a set of curls, letting my hood drop further down my face, so as to shield me from view.

"Just ignore them, Coal," Alex whispers from beside me, doing his own workout. I nod at him, appreciative. However, it doesn't escape my notice that even Alex is acting differently around me. He's been my best friend for 5 years, but suddenly he refuses to make eye contact with me. And when he did make eye contact with me earlier, it was brief. And he actually blushed afterward.

If I know one thing for certain, it's that Alex is completely straight. He's like me in that regard. So, if seeing my pictures even makes Alex avoid eye contact, I know it must be bad.

I grit my teeth.

It's all her fault. The photographer. That teasing, smug little bitch. In the past two days I've spent away from her, my hate has only magnified.

Everything about that last shoot makes me mad. The costumes. The set...The man. It should have never happened. And it especially should have never happened in front of her.

Even looking back now, It upsets me to think about how I let the man lead without a single question asked. How he seemed to be able to erase every thought from my mind other than blind obedience...much like the photographer was able to do. It's so confusing.

I finish off my last set strong, allowing my anger to melt off of me in the heat of the workout.

My breathing is heavy and my body is covered in sweat once I'm finished. I pull off my hood and wrap a towel around my neck. I'm a pretty large guy, so I seem to sweat more than the other men around me. Especially when I work out.

Suddenly, a woman is in front of me. I look up at her, eyebrow raised. She is fairly muscular. Impressively muscular for a woman really. She gives me a knowing look and then proceeds to lean down and whisper to me.

"So much sweat. Surely a pretty thing like you could find better ways to exert yourself..." She says, running a finger over my bicep. "Let me take you to my bed. I'll make sure you've exerted yourself properly by the time I'm through with you. " She smirks.

Alex turns his head so fast, you would think he snapped his neck. And I have much of the same reaction. People are only growing more daring as the days pass. I clench my jaw, attempting to shut out the woman. However, she only seems to take that as an invitation to get further into my space.

When she gets too close, I decide I've had enough. I stand up to my full height, dropping the towel from my neck. The woman, though muscular, only stands at a mere 5'9. I tower over her, gritting my teeth.

The people in the gym stop, seeming to collectively hold their breath. The woman holds her ground, but I can see the slight unease in her expression. She seems to be reconsidering her own actions, likely trying to decipher if I am actually a sub as everyone is saying, or if she made a severe mistake.