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It’s always the same story. We walk into the gym, and people think they’ve got us all figured out. They take one look at us—slim, toned, maybe a little too pretty for their tastes—and they assume we’re just there to take it easy. Today was no different. This guy—tall, big, swollen with muscle—gave us that classic arrogant look. Like we didn’t belong in his world of heavy iron and sweat.

We didn’t care. Hell, we even found it amusing. Because if there’s one thing people like him always forget, it’s that real strength isn’t about how big you are. It’s about control. And we—we’re gymnasts. Compact, strong, dangerous.

The moment he started giving us a hard time, I knew exactly what was going to happen. My boyfriend, always one step ahead, caught my eye and smirked. That look. He knew it too. Without a word, I leaned in, grabbed him by the waist, and kissed him—slow and deliberate, just long enough for the big guy to notice. We broke the kiss with matching grins, the anticipation crackling between us.

It was time to show this dude what real strength looks like.

We let him think he had the upper hand at first, taunting him by staying in his space. He flexed, threw around some weights, but honestly? It was pathetic. He was all size, no substance. “You boys even lift?” he scoffed, trying to puff himself up.

We didn’t even respond. Instead, my boyfriend stepped forward, casually wrapping his hand around the barbell the guy had just dropped. The veins in his forearm bulged slightly as he gripped it, making it clear just how much dangerous strength was hiding in that lean body. One quick movement, and he was already lifting it cleanly, like it was nothing.

The guy’s smirk faltered, and we knew we had him.

I moved in closer, my turn to show off. Grabbing a hold of his wrist with my smaller, yet iron-strong grip, I squeezed—just enough for him to realize that he was in trouble. His eyes widened as he tried to pull away, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I tightened my grip, feeling his pulse race under my fingers. “You think you’re strong?” I whispered, leaning in close enough for him to feel the threat in my words. “You have no idea.”

That’s when we really went to work.

It was like clockwork—the two of us moving together, a perfect team. Faster than he could react, I twisted his arm behind his back while my boyfriend moved in front of him, pinning him down in a hold that he couldn’t break no matter how much he struggled. His big muscles bulged as he tried to fight back, but we weren’t letting him go. We had him right where we wanted him.

We could feel the panic set in as he realized how outclassed he was. His size didn’t mean anything when we had him locked up with precision and insane grip strength. He squirmed, tried to shake us off, but every movement only made us tighten our hold. We wanted him to fight. We liked it when they struggled.

“Having trouble?” my boyfriend taunted, grinning as he cranked the pressure up on the guy’s arm. “You’re looking a little weak.”

We made sure he felt everything—the strength, the speed, and the stamina that had been drilled into our bodies for years. This wasn’t just brute force. This was a lesson in real power, and we weren’t stopping until we had our fun.

“You know, we could do this all day,” I said, pressing him harder into the mat. His breaths were coming in ragged gasps now, muscles trembling under the strain. “But you’re already getting tired, aren’t you?” I whispered, squeezing his wrist tighter until I felt his whole body flinch.

My boyfriend laughed, pulling him forward just to throw him back down, effortlessly. “Pathetic,” he muttered, moving in again to pin him down with a knee to his chest, keeping him completely at our mercy. We were toying with him now, dragging out his humiliation just because we could.

And the best part? We loved every second of it. Watching this big guy, who thought he was so strong, break down under our combined strength was more satisfying than anything.

“We could go for hours,” my boyfriend said, wiping a strand of hair from his face, completely unfazed while the guy beneath us struggled just to breathe. “But I think you get the point.”

We let him go—slowly, letting him feel the weight of what just happened. As he staggered to his feet, clearly shaken, we shared another kiss—longer this time, just to rub it in.

Because the truth? We’re stronger. And no matter how big you are, when it comes to us, you never stand a chance.

Overpowering him lit a blazing fire between us, the adrenaline making every glance burn hotter. The excitement pulsed through our veins, leaving us hungry, insatiable—ready to take that raw power and stamina back home, where we’d unleash it on each other for a long, wild night that neither of us would soon forget.

I need to stop finding awesome music before my head explodes. Also, in case you haven't noticed, I really like electric guitar.

If you can hold the stars in place // You can hold my heart the same

Love this song from Skillet.  It’s a little softer than their usual stuff, and definitely softer than the rest of the songs on the Unleashed album, but that’s partially why I love it. It is a departure from their harder sound, but it is super fitting for the lyrics of this song.  I also like that this is one of their more Christian songs as well. John and Jen sound great together, as always, and I love the cinematography in this video as well.