Chapter 2: Building Tension
Rob leaned against his weightlifting bench, arms crossed. He watched Carlos’s anxious face in the mirror as the kid’s eyes darted around the small gym where they trained, the metal and chrome equipment gleaming in the low, warm lighting.
There was something about making Carlos come here, to this out-of-the-way place, that was as exhilarating as the thrill of the kinky, manipulative games Rob forced him to play.
Once Rob had discovered that Carlos was a fan of Maria’s—Rob's ex-girlfriend and Carlos's old friend—watching her on an online webcam channel, he knew exactly how to use that to his advantage. He knew he could manipulate Carlos into doing whatever he wanted, and Carlos would willingly submit to him just to get closer to Maria.
Now, Carlos was here again, in his gym, ready to train with Rob like his personal submissive, and just as willing to do whatever Rob asked. And, God, Rob didn’t hold back.
He was always so dominant, always pushing Carlos's boundaries. Today was no different.
Rob shifted his weight and studied Carlos. "Time to get changed for our workout, Diaz."
Carlos nodded, heading to the makeshift changing room at the back of the gym. He hesitated as he opened his bag. Inside lay bright red, high-waisted shorts, with a flashy gold belt. The words ‘Sexy Senorita’ were embroidered on the backside.
A matching bustier with a sweetheart neckline lay next to it. Rob had insisted on getting Carlos traditional Latina clothing as part of his new workout routine. Carlos's heart raced between rage and panic.
Only moments earlier, when Rob surprised him with the clothing, Carlos demanded, "What the fuck is this shit, Rob? No goddamn way am I wearing this!"
Carlos wanted to throw the whole outfit in the garbage and storm out. He’d spent too many years of his life answering to others, like when he submitted to Maria’s demands.
But she was in the past now, and Carlos believed he had put those days behind him.
But Coach Rob had different ideas.
Rob sauntered over to Carlos, muscular arms folded, his eyes sweeping over the clothes contemptuously. "You'll wear them, or we won't train. Time to listen to your coach, Diaz."
Carlos rolled his eyes, but Rob's hard gaze told him the older man wasn't joking. Fuck.
Just—fuck." Swallowing hard, Carlos's hands clenched into fists and unclenched, the anger and frustration of having to submit to another person's will making his skin feel too tight.
Rob took a casual step toward Carlos, closing the remaining distance between them, moving in on the kid with sinister grace. His eyes narrowed with hunger, teeth scraping along his lower lip.
That fiery spirit in Carlos only triggered Rob’s domination and control.
Rob smashed his lips into Carlos’s, drinking in the moan that escaped Carlos’s plush lips. He kneaded Carlos's jawline, refusing to let go of the kiss. When he pulled away, the air was heavy with desire. “The sooner we get started, the better, Diaz.”
Carlos stuttered a curse, "F-fuck, Rob," he stammered but removed his clothes and donned the ridiculous clothing anyway.
Rob gave a low, appreciative whistle when Carlos stepped out of the makeshift dressing room. The sexy senorita outfit fit the young man perfectly, hugging his lean body like a glove. The blood in Rob's veins heated as he thought about having Carlos naked and vulnerable with only this provocative attire on. “Ready to get in the zone, Diaz?” Rob asked, waggling his eyebrows to lighten the tense moment.
Carlos forced a smile, awkwardly shuffling in the too-tight shorts. "Alright, fine, whatever."
They made their way back onto the gym floor, the tension between them so thick it rivaled a New York City fog. Rob motioned for Carlos to get into position on the weight bench. Carlos, looking as comfortable as a cat on a griddle, slid onto the slick leather with a huff.
His eyes darted nervously between Rob, the barbell, and the weights stacked on either side of the machine.
Rob walked around the bench, positioning himself in front of Carlos, his thighs pressing into the kid's knees. He stared deeply into Carlos's wide eyes. Everything about Carlos was tense; every hard inch strained against the constraints of the flashy, out-of-place outfit.
Rob couldn't help but feel a cruel satisfaction in seeing Carlos look so delicious, so twisted at his every whim, his own clothing.
"My, my, how far you’ve come," Rob murmured, bringing his hands to rest on Carlos’s biceps. Carlos flinched at Rob's touch, but Rob squeezed the kid's arms. "Now let's see those muscles."
"Coach Rob," Carlos whined, but there was no denying the excitement gleaming in his eyes, or the way the young man's chest rose with heavy breaths. They glared at each other for a beat, Carloss struggling against the invisible force pulling him in deeper.
Tension coiled around them, humming, filling the air with a magnetic, animalistic energy. Rob licked his lips and moved between Carlos's legs, spreading them just enough to make Carlos freeze. He ran his hands up Carlos's thighs, dangerously close to the absurdly short shorts he was wearing.
Rob leaned forward into Carlos's ear, whispering, "Do you trust me, Diaz?"
Carlos held his breath, soaking in the heat coming from Rob's muscular frame. Slowly, he nodded.
The truth was, Carlos did trust Coach Rob. Or, at least, he wanted to trust him. Having someone to guide him and push his boundaries was exactly what Carlos craved.
He let out a shaky sigh, “Yes, I trust you.”
A devilish smirk spread across Rob's face. "I knew you’d come around, Diaz." The slight rasp in his deep voice was unmistakable. He slid one hand underneath the waistband of Carlos's shorts, teasingly skirting the flesh beneath with maddeningly light fingertips.
Carlos hissed in a breath, then bit his lower lip hard enough for Rob to see the sharp imprint of teeth. The young man's hips bucked as Rob's fingers drew a torturous line up the side of his pelvis and stopped just short of where the edge of his groin met Carlos's stomach.