** This story includes reluctance/ forced nudity.
My New Year's resolution was that of most people, to join a gym. I wasn't out of shape, I was actually quite in shape, but I had moved to a new place for my job and had put off joining a gym. I was 31 years old and 6 feet tall; I had dark blonde hair, the kind that started out bright but got darker as I got older. I kept my body shaved clean: my cock was cut and roughly 6 inches soft, and grew to about 8.5 inches hard. I considered myself gay, but didn't tell a lot of people because my family wasn't accepting, so I had some DL hookups at this point, but none so far in this new town. My balls were like two eggs that sat under my cock. If they weren't properly supported they swung around quite a bit. It wasn't easy to hide them in pants for work, but I managed.
I hadn't actually joined a gym before, I did all my working out at home. I figured joining a gym was a good way to meet people, and possibly meet a guy. My biggest fear was taking my clothes off in front of people, I understand that I'm a very attractive guy, and wearing glasses gives me a hot nerd vibe, but I don't like to be looked at like a piece of meat.
I pushed my fear aside, and I decided to join a gym. It was now or never. There was a nice gym near me, and it was a bit of a splurge on my teacher salary, but if it was for bettering myself it had to be worth it. I sat in the membership office of the gym with the petite woman who handled memberships. "We'd be so happy to have you join us!" she said.
"Would I be able to get a tour first?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, but for the comfort of our members we don't allow tours." She had long bleach blonde hair and her makeup was perfectly done. "As soon as you sign I'll give you a tour of our facility and you'll be able to start working out."
I hesitated, it seemed questionable to not give a tour before having people sign, but I came here with a mission so I signed. "Okay, I guess I'm a member now." I said.
"Perfect, let's go." She said.
Outside her office was the reception desk, which was clean and white, the main lobby was a huge area that overlooked indoor tennis courts. "On this level we have our desk, with complimentary towels, as you can see we have the balcony that overlooks the tennis courts, we have a training room." She said, gesturing to a windowed room where several in-shape women were taking a class. "Then we have our main fitness center." She said as we walked by a significantly larger windowed room.
I was shocked to see that some of the members were in various states of undress. Wait, it was just the males who were undressed. In fact, the most any guy had on was a pair of underwear and their shoes, and the underwear was either a jock or a thong. Some of the guys were even completely naked. I suddenly felt my face go red.
"Um... why are the guys either naked or practically naked?"
"Oh, it's gym policy. Male members are not allowed to wear anything more than a jockstrap or a thong. If they'd prefer, they may go completely naked. Shoes, of course, must be worn in the fitness center."
I felt my heart racing. This was not what I had in mind. "I had no idea! I'm not comfortable with this! There's no way I can be this naked when I workout!"
"Oh, I'm sorry you feel that way, but you are contractually obligated." She said with a smile. She didn't hide the fact that she looked my body over.
"I want to cancel my contract. Immediately. How have I not heard that this happens here?"
"Well, our members are all contractually obligated to not discuss this outside of the gym in order to maintain a safe and comfortable environment for everyone. And, if you'd like to cancel your contract it'll be a five thousand dollar cancellation fee."
I nearly threw up on the spot. "That's ridiculous! I'm not paying that!" I couldn't possibly pay that either on my salary, I had no money to spare with rent, bills, and regular necessities.
"Well, that's our policy, and it's clearly stated in the contract you signed, rather quickly I might add. I'm assuming you also didn't read that if you don't come in and use the facility regularly you will be charged a thousand dollars a month instead of the 100 dollar price."
I felt dizzy. I wanted to pass out or drop dead. I was foolish to sign that contract. Now I was going to be forced to humiliate myself here. "Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?"
"Um, you'll have to take your clothes off now."
"What?" I looked at her, shocked.
"You're a contracted member now, and policy states that as a male member you are overdressed."
"Why don't the women have to be naked?" I had no desire to see naked women, it did nothing for me, but if everyone were forced to be naked it would be less uncomfortable... maybe.
"I don't make the rules, sir. That's simply what the policy is. Women must be fully covered with no tight fitting clothing."
"Is there a locker room where I can put my clothes?"
"Sure, follow me." She led me back to the staircase that was near the front desk. As we got there a fit man in a jockstrap came up the stairs.
