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Every time I step into the gym, it’s like a switch flips inside me. The moment my hands grip the weights, the feeling of power surges through me, and I can’t help but get turned on. The pump, the strain, the way my muscles swell with every rep—it’s intoxicating. I watch myself in the mirror, flexing, feeling the burn as my body grows stronger, bigger, and I can’t deny the rush it gives me.

The way my muscles bulge, veins popping as I push more weight than most of the guys around me, makes my pulse quicken. I love the stares I get, the way their eyes follow me, knowing they can’t compare. And the heavier I lift, the more turned on I get by my own strength. It’s addictive.

There’s nothing like it—the sweat, the feeling of my body pushing past its limits, the knowledge that every rep is making me even more powerful. It’s not just the workout; it’s the raw sensation of becoming something unstoppable that drives me wild. The gym isn’t just a place to get stronger—it’s where I feel my strength, and that feeling turns me on like nothing else.

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