DOUBLE DOWN: THE "OBEY TOGETHER" DRILL
The air in the Golden Army Gym was thick with the scent of iron, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the gold-tinted protein misting through the vents. Wells and Alton stood side-by-side in the center of the weight floor, a wall of golden muscle and concentrated Alpha energy. Both were clad in matching skin-tight golden compression gear that shimmered under the industrial stadium lights, their massive frames casting long shadows over the rubber flooring.
Coach walked a slow circle around them, his heavy boots echoing against the floor, a golden baton tapping rhythmically against his palm.
"The Army doesn't need two individual egos fighting for the spotlight," Coach prowled, his voice a low, gravelly drone that cut through the sound of clanking plates. "It needs one functional engine. You two think you're Alphas because you can move weight? Tonight, the weight moves you. Tonight, you’re just parts. And parts only work when they obey together."
Coach stepped between them, his hands landing heavily on the napes of both their necks, forcing them to lean in until their massive, gold-clad shoulders touched. The heat between Wells, Alton and Coach was electric, a silent challenge turned into shared submission.
"You both look so eager to lead," Coach whispered, his breath hitting the space between their ears as he pulled them closer. "But I wonder which one of you is going to be the first to drop for me when the 'pressure' gets too high. Or maybe you'll just compete to see who can take more of what I’m offering."
Wells glanced at Alton, a cocky, sweat-slicked smirk playing on his lips even as his breath hitched. "Why choose, Coach? You know we both have the capacity to take everything you've got. Why don't you see if we can handle it at the same time? I bet Alton here is dying to show you how much gold he can take while I’m watching."
Alton grunted in agreement, his chest heaving, the fabric of his shirt straining against his pecs. "Give us the grind, Coach. We’ll show you how synchronized we can get when we’re being handled. I’m ready to to take just as much as Wells' is."
Coach’s eyes darkened with approval. "That’s the spirit, guys. Now, get under the dual-rack. I want to see those golden pillars moving in perfect rhythm. If one of you slows down, you both pay the price. And Alton don't think I am joking around here, you know how much I enjoy 'collecting' my dues from Wells in the locker room showers when he's too spent to fight back." "So you boy's fail, it will be both of you tonight!"
The drill was brutal. Every rep was a struggle for dominance that turned into a shared descent into the gold. Under Coach’s relentless gaze and rhythmic commands, the individual identities of Wells and Alton began to blur. Their breathing synced. Their muscles burned in unison. The vision of two separate men faded, replaced by the singular, mindless reality of the Golden Army.
By the final set, they weren't Wells and Alton anymore. They were just the Gold Standard, operating on a single frequency: Obey. Grow. Repeat.
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