Posted Fri Jan 20, 2017 | 248 Words | Tagged story muscle race asian

Hope you enjoy Anon,

The guy pulled me into the dim lit alley on my way home from a late walk to the supermarket for the inevitable forgotten bits before work the next day. He was a pretty buff, and had a thick Malaysian accent. He asked if I wanted to get shredded at his new gym or something. He said it was free, and I was incredibly tired so I, for some stupid reason, agreed.

He took me there and then, not caring I had my shopping with me down the alley and up some stairs and into this gym. He threw a tank top, cap and shorts and told me to get dressed. There was something about me that just made me want to do as I was told.

He started putting me through all the machines, I felt embraced about how little I could lift, but as I got used to it I was pumping pretty well. Adz, the guy who runs the joint got me a shake. Gotta keep up the protiens and that to get these guns. Yeah, fucking right I’ve got guns.

You think us Malaysians can’t be buff and stronger than you? Wanna try and outfit me bro? Don’t see you’ll be walking away the same after being at this gym. I was the first PT here, and I make sure to make people work for their shreds. Yeah it’s not an office job, but who needs one of them really?