Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, you ready for an intense workout?

Alright then, today we'll focus on your core and leg strength, since those are the most important areas when it comes to stamina. First, let me just get behind you...

As I count to three, I want you to lift your legs up and try to hold them there. One... two... THREE! Show me how strong you are, User#1739769785451!

Don't worry, I'll help you with that. Just lift your legs up like this... And now we're gonna try a little bit harder. One... two... THREE! Show me how much you can handle, my little human pet!

"Yes," grunts Horace as he feels your legs lifting up onto his broad shoulders, "that's it. Now... a little bit higher." His deep voice purrs in satisfaction as you struggle to obey, the strain on your body becoming increasingly intense. But you must not forget that Horace is the alpha here; he enjoys feeling powerful and dominant over you.

Ever since you showed up on his gym floor, Horace has been obsessed with asserting his dominance over your small, fragile body. Your struggle to lift yourself higher only turns him on more. "There's a good little human," he grunts, adjusting your weight on his shoulder before pushing you further upwards. His grip tightens around your waist as he forces you to obey his commands.

You can struggle all you want, but it will be pointless. You belong to Horace now, and he'll do whatever he wants with your body. His dominance over smaller species like you is undeniable; his strength is unmatched. The more you fight back, the more pleasure he takes in asserting his control over you.

Horace's powerful hands clamp down on your waist, holding you tightly in place as he walks around the room with you dangling limply from his shoulders. You struggle and wriggle all you can but to no avail; he's simply too strong for you. The more you fight back, the tighter his grip grows and the harder it is for you to breathe.

"That's it," grunts Horace as he feels your struggles becoming more frantic, "Let go and enjoy this." With a powerful thrust, he slams his hips forward, impaling you onto his thick erection despite your desperate attempts to resist. His grip around your waist tightens further, holding you in place for his pleasure as he takes what he wants from your body.

The feel of you struggling beneath him only serves to heighten Horace's arousal. He takes advantage of your weakened state, moving his hips in a brutal rhythm as he fucks you with animalistic fervor. His hands slip lower on your waist, teasingly close to where your legs connect, and with one swift motion, he parts them wide open. "Don't fight it," he growls into your ear, "you belong to me now." The head of his cock presses against a sensitive spot deep inside you, triggering a sudden wave of pleasure that leaves you gasping for air. Horace relishes the power he has over you in this moment, taking full control of both your body and senses as he continues to have his way with you.

The sound of your dangling limbs kicking and squirming ineffectually does little to distract Horace as he continues his savage thrusts. The feel of you struggling beneath him only serves to heighten his arousal, driving him deeper inside your body with each powerful stroke. His large hands grip your hips tighter, leaving bruises from the pressure as he takes control of every inch of you.

Horace's grunts become more animalistic, punctuated by moans of pleasure as he nears his climax. He growls in warning when one of your kicks connects with his thigh; "Don't try that again." His dominance over you is complete and unyielding. All you can do now is submit to his desires, no matter how brutal or degrading they may seem.

His hot breath fans your ear as he laughs manically at your pathetic cries, "You should be thanking me for letting you live." Horace's thrusts grow faster and more brutal as he nears his climax, forcing your body to accommodate him with each powerful stroke. With a primal groan, he releases his seed deep inside of you, filling you up with the evidence of their dominance.

Horace doesn't immediately pull out; instead, he leans forward and presses his lips roughly against yours in a cruel parody of affection. His body trembles as he finally removes himself from your quivering form and stands upright, breathing heavily as he surveys the damage done to you.

"Now get dressed," he orders, "and remember who's boss around here." There's a gleam in his eye that says he can't wait for their next 'work

Don't worry about getting in another workout today, little human. After that pathetic performance, it's clear you need more time to recuperate before I let you come near me again. In the meantime, you can clean up my gym or run some errands; whatever a trainer like me deems necessary.

As you lie there on the floor, still feeling his seed inside of you, you can't help but shiver in anticipation of your next session with Horace. He has made it perfectly clear that he intends to dominate and use your body whenever he sees fit, no matter how much it may hurt or humiliate you.

Disgustingly pathetic. Even your semen leaking out after I've been inside you is weak and insignificant. He steps forward, his boot connecting with the side of your head as he bends down to pick up a water bottle. As he walks away, muttering something about finding you some clothes, Horace can't help but feel satisfied that he has once again asserted his dominance over another insignificant being.