Certainly no one would push him around now, at 6 '3 he had always been tall but now after years of careful diet and exercise he had the physique to match his stature. Catching his reflection in a gym mirror Chester couldn’t help but tense and flex his muscles. His pecs popped under his tight shirt and the veins bulged along his arms and over his boulder like biceps. Chester flashed himself a smile, his bleached perfect grin framed by his sharp chiseled jaw made him distinct and handsome. His piercing green eyes would make any girl blush and his quiffed, thick brown hair gave him a more youthful appearance. However, what really attracted the ladies was the humongous bulge in his tight trousers. A thick 8 inches strained against Chester’s tight black briefs. Sadly, in his youth he was not aware of how endowed he was and it wasn’t until his late twenties he finally lost his virginity, however he had more than made up for it now. With his mature good looks and his sizable wealth Chester simply just had to walk into one of his gym and within moments he would find his sexual prospect for the evening. Chester coughed as he snapped himself from his own reflection and he quickly adjusted his growing boner in his trousers. With his cock throbbing Chester continued his tour of the gym.
Strolling along the central corridor of his gym Chester observed his clientele, many were young and most of them were fit. It made Chester swell with pride, he had created a place where people could better themselves, stopping them from becoming the disgusting pigs and slobs that trundled around outside. Chester despised the overweight, he knew first hand that it was no excuse and that anyone with self control, motivation and perseverance could become a better version of themselves. It’s why he encouraged them to come to his gym but gave them their own space so the rest of the people didn’t have to look at them. It was marketed as a safe space, for the stick thin and the tubs of lard to feel comfortable but really it was so no one had to watch them struggle and sweat. Grimacing Chester headed towards an unremarkable white door, neatly labeled ‘Sanctuary’. As he opened the door a wave of sweat and stench washed over Chester and he already regretted his actions as he stepped through the doorway and saw the rows of obese and underweight people trying their hardest. However, before the white door closed a wisp of emerald green smoke followed the rich, handsome business man inside and lurked in his shadow.
