Page 86 of The Titan and the Trainer

They spent hours in the penthouse gym, both exercising, using the Vacunaut and also practicing standard muscle poses for the cover shoot. Julian would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, hitting the front double-bicep or the side tricep, under a mix of Callum’s direction, Google searches, and physical adjustment.

“Squeeze the quads, now breathe out and vacuum the stomach,” Callum would command, his hands moving over Julian's skin to correct his posture.

Finding the exact pose was sometimes a challenge, but there was another recurring problem. Every time Callum’s warm hands adjusted the tilt of Julian’s hips or brushed against his thigh to adjust his leg position, Julian’s dick reacted in its normal way. The honesty of snug gym shorts became a major liability.

“Callum, stop,” Julian groaned, dropping his pose. “This is a disaster. If I’m in a studio under hot lights with a stylist touching my hair and you helping me pose, I can’t have this happening.” He gestured towards his dick, clearly erect and sticking out proudly in his shorts. “You’ve seen the shorts they want me in. They are paper thin. It’ll be the most talked-about cover shoot in the magazine’s history, for all the wrong reasons.”

Callum tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help a mischievous smirk. “I mean, it’s a glowing endorsement of my training, Julian. You’re just... very healthy.”

“I'm serious,” Julian hissed. “I need a solution.”

***

Friday 28th March 25

The next day, Callum met Sophia for a catch-up lunch in Soho. He brought her up to speed on the whole park-kiss scandal, current training workload, the slightly grumpier version of Julian, and the looming crisis of the cover shoot.

“He needs structural engineering, Cal,” Sophia said, wiping latte foam from her lip. “Luckily, we are in the gay capital of the world. Come on.”

She dragged him into a high-end, neon-lit boutique that specialised in club wear, Lycra, leather, and rubber fetish clothing. After explaining the situation to a very unfazed clerk, they found a potential solution; a reinforced, heavy-duty jockstrap with a built-in semi-hard cup.

“Get it one size too small,” Sophia whispered. “It’s like a man-corset for the crown jewels. It’ll keep everything locked in place no matter how many front-lat spreads or whatever it is he has to do.”

Callum had to gauge how large Julian’s genitals were, much to Sophia’s amusement. Sophia’s recommendation about getting a smaller cup went out the window, as Callum still had to buy the XXL cup, considering that a smaller size for Julian.

As he headed to pay the clerk, he spied a white Lycra wrestling suit, and an idea came to his mind. He took that and the jockstrap to the register. He felt a bit self-conscious buying both, but as he walked out of the store with the small black bag, he had a strange feeling of mission accomplished.

***

Saturday 5th April 25

Another week passed, with Julian barely eating anything and drinking even less. How much longer can he tolerate this? Callum considered, but he seemed totally committed, and his skin was visibly shrinking around his muscles, dramatically improving the look.

They had trained on Tuesday and Thursday with the suit, and Callum had stayed over the Friday night after his shift at The Vault. Saturday was swimming first, then they had planned to work out in the gym.

After their swim, they lazed in their swim shorts on loungers by the pool for a while, the warm sun drying them, magnified through the glass roof.

Callum left Julian resting there, telling him with a kiss to meet him in the gym in ten minutes. Intrigued, Julian agreed.

After ten minutes, Julian walked through to the gym as requested, to find Callum sitting on the desk in his usual gym gear. Next to him were Julian’s gym shoes, socks, and a small, gift-wrapped packet.

“OK, what’s going on here then?” Julian asked, walking over.

“Different kind of workout today, babe. I want you to put this on,” indicating the gift.

Julian was now curious. He opened the paper to find a clear plastic packet, containing the white Lycra wrestling bodysuit. “Ok,” he said, bemused. He pried open the packet and took the singlet out of the packaging, feeling the shiny, smooth material in his hands.

“You want me to work out in this? What about underwear?” Julian asked, thinking practically. “Isn’t it also a bit small?”

“You don’t wear underwear with something like that, Jules. Just put it on.” Callum smirked.

“The point of this being?” Julian enquired as he took off his swim shorts.

“Body positivity Jules. It’s about you being completely comfortable with your own body. This is part one of my plan today. Part two will follow,” Callum added mysteriously.

“OK, but how do you even put this contraption on?” Julian was trying to work out the practicality, realising it was to roll down the top half, legs first, then up the body and finally over the shoulders. He rolled the top half down, carefully stepping into both legs. He pulled the suit up over his thighs, then pulled the top half up with the shoulder straps.

At this point, Callum jumped down from the desk to help, grabbing shoulders and helping Julian pull them up so he could wrangle his arms through. It was snug, but it fit him. Julian pulled the stomach section out.