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The gym's empty, save for this inked god. He's here for more than just exercise; he's here for worship. He flexes, admiring his reflection, his massive, veined cock stirring at the sight of his own muscles. He strokes it, feeling it grow, imagining the pleasure it could bring. His tattoos dance as he moves, each one a story of his past, each one a reason for his present desire.