“Alright Mr. Grayson, here are the remaining legal documents to your contract. You are currently slated for 3 movies and one Disney spin off. We have deposited your signing bonus. Filming begins in 6 months. I think all that is left is to get you on the list for your gym membership.”

“Oh, is there a specific gym you would like me to use?” I ask, leaning against the large glass and oak desk. I had just landed a role in the next Marvel franchise and I felt on top of the world. “This is my first big time gig so I wasn’t sure how all that worked.”

The assistant just smirks before handing me a completely black fob card with the word “Free” emblazoned on the front. “Consider this a perk of the job. Be there at 11 AM sharp to pick out your trainer. Don’t make them wait. Enjoy Mr. Grayson, we will be in touch..” Smiling as she picked up the ringing telephone “Mr Feige’s office.”

I pack my gym back, nervous about my first workout. I am not new to the gym but I knew the amount work that most of these men went through for these roles would not be an easy task. Club Free was a giant warehouse like building on the outskirts of Calabasas. Dark tinted windows surrounded the building with a single double door as an entrance. Heavy black steel frame with frosted glass, a stark comparison to the otherwise black ominous building.

Walking in and running the fob card against the reader, I pull open the door to the gym to sounds I am was used to hearing in the gym. Looking around, my jaw drops at the sights. I see Chris Evans, naked except for a sheen of sweat pouring off his body as he was thrusting into a brunette. His hands firmly gripping the exposed flesh of her hips “Good Chris… ugh fuck. Five more min. min. minutes. Gotta keep that cardio UP!” Her voice cracking between a moan and a yelp while trying to keep him pushing. Scanning further I see Henry Cavil on a hinge like contraption, allowing his ass to go above and below level, with each thrust his cock slides into a blonde’s mouth. Each thrust up, he flexes and tenses his abs his hands gripping handles as he counts, "46, 47, 48" rocking up and down.

“Ahem. Mr Grayson I presume?” A voice startles me from behind and shakes me from my absolute stupor. “Right this way. It’s time for you to pick out your ‘Fitness Aide’” she tells me.

“Oh, you… you guys don’t assign me a trainer?” I ask, stumbling over my feet and trying to adjust my gym shorts to hide my already growing erection.

I see her smirk as she rounds the desk, looking at me. “No, we always find our clients better stick to their training if they are allowed to pick their own’ Fitness Aide’. We are dedicated to getting you into the best shape for the role, by any means necessary. Now, if you will direct your attention to the monitor behind me, we can begin the process.”

Hey there, thank you so much for reading my prompt. This could go a number of ways. Maybe its your first day as a ‘Fitness Aide’ at the club and I choose you to work with. Maybe you are one of the elite trainers that knows exactly what a Hero needs. I would love for the Aides to know what they signed up for and be enthusiastic to help. I am not much for non-con and besides, who wouldn’t want to help train some of the best looking men in show-biz. I know some of you would love to work with Chris Evans or Henry Cavil so Ill see what I can do there as well if you would like.

If you have any other ideas or ways you would like to take this scene, please let me know. I would like to start out by building our characters and the scene. Also discussing what kinks and fetishes we would like to include along the way. Again, I am looking for more of a long term partner. Any questions feel free to ask away.

This prompt is always open so even if you are seeing this months later, I'm still around I promise ;-)

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