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"JE Special - new member. Joe, report to the desk." The pager boomed out, echoing through the gym.

Chad Marshall waited by the desk, looking the place over. It was his first visit to the prestigious private gym, located less than half a block from the brokerage house at which he had just started working. He was a very high-priced, very high-quality piece of goods, and both he and his boss knew it. He was a brand new Harvard MBA, and had won a fair proportion of all the available honors there each year he attended.

This afternoon, just one week after he'd started work, his boss had handed him a membership card to this club, made out in his own name. "I've called ahead and they're expecting you at 1 o'clock. This will be your introductory visit - it's a special Junior Executive membership. The company gives them only to a very few JE's - only those who really deserve it. You're the first in several years. Congratulations." He grinned as Chad took the card. "And when the company gives this card, it is also an obligation. We expect you to use the gym regularly - we like our employees to keep in shape. It's a quirk of the CEO."

Chad was impressed. He'd heard of the gym - it was membership by invitation only. He was a little surprised when other members of the office staff congratulated him - all with big smiles. He'd been pretty tough on them his first week - he was a hard-working, hard-driving ambitious young man, with not a drop of human warmth allowed to escape at the office, not even for his bosses, with whom he was always attentive and courteous, even deferential, but never really friendly.

As Chad looked over the gym, he noticed that the other members were also looking at him - some with open curiosity, some surreptitiously. There was something appraising in their looks that made him vaguely uneasy. Certainly no one looked particularly friendly. Well - so what? That wasn't what he was there for.

Just then, Joe approached the young man. "Mr. Marshall, I'm Joe. I'm going to be your guide for your first visit. I hope you get a lot of good out of this gym. Your boss asked me to introduce you to every feature of the place. At this club, we provide everything, including your workout equipment and clothing. The first thing we'll do, then, is to get all your basic measurements and run some tests. That way we'll be able to provide appropriate apparel, as well as having a base line for measuring your future progress. If you'll just step this way, we'll start in the locker room."

Chad followed as Joe led him across the workout room and through a door in the far wall. The locker room was beautiful - spacious aisles, large lockers, thick carpets, and a lot of mirrors. "Your locker has been assigned - right here, number 18. Please remove your clothing and shoes and put them in the locker. There are hangers and shelves, as you can see, for all your things. You can safely leave your valuables here, as well - you'll have a key."

Joe stood back, expectantly. Chad arrogantly stepped up to the locker and began to undress - he removed his shoes and put them on the bottom of the locker. Next he took off his expensive suit coat and hung it in the locker while he removed his tie and shirt. As he unfastened his belt and lowered his beautifully tailored suit pants, it became apparent that he already had an incredible natural body. The mounds of his pectorals thrust out the front of his undershirt, well-developed nipples poking out through the thin ribbed cotton. His waist was slender, and his ass thrust out the rear of his boxer shorts with as much spirit as his tits had done in front. His legs were tanned and muscular. His entire body was worthy of the drop-dead perfect face whose only real flaw was the tendency of the upper lip to curl whenever the young man was forced into contact with inferiors.

As Chad removed his undershirt, Joe could see that this kid didn't work out much, or at least hadn't for some time. His shape was perfect - slender and smooth, but there wasn't much muscular definition. His tits and belly were unblemished and golden tan, and smooth as the skin of a baby. Now that he had only his boxers on, Chad realized that there was no gym apparel in sight. He stopped suddenly - "So where are my workout clothes? I was given to understand that you would provide them."

Joe grinned and nodded. "We sure will. But first, we've got to take some measurements, just to make sure they'll fit you just right. And anyway, there's a few things we've gotta do that gym clothes would just get in the way of. Just get those shorts off and we'll get started with your height and weight. I've got this whole card to fill out, and the sooner we get started, the better."

Something about this whole thing made Chad a little uneasy. But - he had strict instructions - and he knew this was the number one place in town. Every one of those men out in that workout room was probably a top man in his field. Why they had sent him here, he had no idea, but it was a great opportunity, and he planned on taking full advantage of it. Better ease into it - let things happen and see how things worked before deciding what to do.

After a short pause, he bent over and dropped his boxer shorts, pulling them off over his bare feet, leaving himself completely naked. Fortunately, he had full confidence in his own body. He was aware of Joe's admiring looks as he finished folding and hanging his clothes in the locker, and knew he deserved them.

As he turned around, though, he was annoyed to see Joe grinning and openly running his eyes over the curves of his very sleek, very out-of-Joe's-league body. Joe reached into his pocket, obviously groping himself before he pulled out a key on an elastic string. "Here's your key - you'll wear it on your ankle. Anywhere else will just get in the way during your workout."

Chad put his foot up on the bench and bent over to pull the elastic around his ankle. Annoyingly, Joe walked around behind him, checking out his ass. He'd been admired by men before, but only at a distance, and never by a mere menial. He was starting to get seriously irritated by this guy.

"OK, come on, Mr. Marshall, time to get you weighed and measured." Joe patted him on the butt and took his arm.

Chad had had enough. "Look, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but you're going to keep your hands off me. Understand? This body is not for the likes of you to be touching."

Joe just laughed, making Chad even more furious. "Oh, no, we can't have things that way. Not here at the gym. We're responsible for teaching you how to work out and how to get the most out of our establishment. What with one thing and another, we're gonna have our hands all over that pretty little body of yours before we're done with you. Now come along."

Suddenly Chad was horrified to realize that Joe had swung his arm around his waist and was propelling him, completely naked, back out the same door they'd just entered - right into the workout room. There must be a dozen men out there at least. All of them older, more powerful than he was - how would he ever be able to impress them again if they saw him being treated like this - squirming and naked, being pushed around by a big lunk of a gym instructor.

Once he realized he wasn't going to be able to prevent it, he managed to get control of himself. He straightened up and walked out with as much dignity as he could muster. He even managed to get away from Joe's controlling arm without making it obvious. Joe had to hand it to him - he was good - his face was (almost) as cool as ever. Only a slight wildness in his eyes betrayed a hint of panic, as he tried to figure out where the hell they were going.

Joe motioned to an area in the center of the room, where he saw, with a sinking heart, the scale and a number of other implements that indicated that he would be measured right there in the open, in full view of every man in the room.

As he walked toward the scale, he glanced as casually as he could around the room. What he saw made it even worse - every man in the room was watching him intently. There wasn't even a pretense of being occupied with their workouts - their full attention was on every detail of his body, some smiling appraisingly, some staring with lust-filled eyes, others just laughing - these were the worst. What was going on? Were they playing a game with him? If so, he didn't understand the rules.

Of course, there was no way the men could have kept their eyes off him - as he walked across the floor, his beautiful fresh young face flushed, his full round buttocks lightly jiggling, big beautiful cock swaying - naked, he was a walking wet-dream. He was flawless and completely on display.

At the scale, Joe had him step on and slowly adjusted the balance and weights until he was able to read off "150 pounds," which he filled in on Chad's records. Next, he extended the height bar and lowered it until it just touched the top of Chad's perfectly groomed hair. "Make sure you're standing up straight," Joe chortled as he lightly slapped the naked Junior Executive on the bare ass. "No slouching, now." Chad's cheeks burned as he held himself as upright as possible. He was a little sensitive about being short, and dreaded hearing Joe make his height public. "Five feet seven inches." Joe wrote on the form. He raised the bar again. "Nice body on you for such a little guy. Come on over here now, and I'll get your measurements."

He led Chad over to a slightly raised platform. "Step up, now, and face me." Chad was almost sick with humiliation - now he was completely visible from any point in the room. A few of the men had come over to watch a little more closely.

Joe picked up a tape measure and reached around Chad's waist, carefully adjusting and tightening it into position. "Twenty-seven inches. Beautiful. Look at that skin." He positioned it even more carefully around Chad's chest, making sure the tape ran over the peaks of the boy's spiky nipples. He unabashedly adjusted the tape a couple of times, running his own fingers over Chad's dark brown corollas and giving his big round tits a squeeze or two. "God, these tits are nice. Just like a virgin girl. Oh, they deserve a lot of real serious attention." He finally recorded the measurement.

Chad was almost whining at this point - he just wanted to get out of here. "Please - just get it over with, can't you?" He knew that Joe was just waiting for him to try to resist, giving him an excuse to manhandle him in front of an audience.

"Oh, you're anxious for me to move on to that hot bottom of yours, am I right? OK - here goes." Joe put his arms around Chad's hips, playfully positioning the tape over the young man's plump, jutting asscheeks. As he fussed with getting the tape ends just right, the tips of his fingers slid maddeningly up and down the boy's deep crack, occasionally thrusting out of sight between the full, round mounds. A couple of times, Chad felt them probing towards his tight asshole. Finally he got the tape in position and pulled the two ends around his hips, bringing them together right over the base of his cock.

The measuring seemed to go on forever. By the time they were through, Joe had had the tape and his hands all over Chad's thighs, calves, ankles, biceps, and neck. The measurements were complete enough that they could have been used to replicate his body by computer imaging.

"All right - we're done." Chad finally relaxed slightly - at last! Somebody was going to pay for this - as soon as he got out of this mess, he was going to give it top priority.

Joe put the tape away and got out a stopwatch. "Now we'll establish your base heart rate, and then see how it reacts to some calibration exercises." He took Chad's wrist and after a few seconds started the stop watch.

Chad stared at him in disbelief - so where were his gym clothes? After all that work, he wasn't going to put up with this for another minute! He jerked his wrist away from Joe. "Hey! I want my gym clothes - now! You've got all the measurements you need. Come on, cut the fooling around!" He was pissed.

Joe just laughed, echoed by a few of the other men in the area. "No, no. You've got it all wrong. We don't keep a stock of equipment around, like one size fits all. Every single piece of clothing and equipment - even your shoes - will be handmade to order, based on these specifications. They'll be ready in a few days - I'll call you and you can come in to try them on, in case there are any adjustments necessary. But for now, we've got a few more things to take care of as part of your introductory visit. So just relax." He was smiling, but the last line sounded a little like a threat.

Chad was having none of it - "Well, then, we'll just finish up when I come in for the fitting. Right now I've got work to do - I can't stay here all afternoon. I've got to get back to the office." He turned and started for the locker room.

Joe laughed again - "Oh, no, you don't! You get that ass of yours back over here." He grabbed Chad by the wrist and jerked him back. Chad tripped as he was spun around, stumbling against Joe's hard body. He managed to catch himself, but then yelped as Joe gave him a hard smack across the bottom. "Your boss called up and scheduled you in for the whole afternoon - there's no way we could let you go earlier if we wanted to. Your time is already bought and paid for. He told us specifically that this lesson takes priority, so don't worry about it."

Chad struggled a little, but quickly realized he had no chance of getting away from Joe's strong grip. He was also making a fool of himself - obviously, his boss wanted him to stay at the gym for the full lesson. He couldn't leave now without practically resigning from his job - which he had no intention whatever of doing. Finally, with a somewhat poor grace, he gave in. "OK, OK. Let's get on with it, then. What do I have to do now?"

Joe grinned and took his wrist again. "Just stand there and relax, while I take your pulse. That shouldn't be too hard." As Joe occupied himself with the stopwatch, Chad tried to relax and stare into space. He was still a little freaked by all the men that kept running their eyes over his exposed flesh, even as they continued their exercises. A few just stood around, not even bothering to pretend to be working out, adjusting their position every once in a while to left or right to get a little better angle on his tits and ass - the twin focuses of everyone's attention. He wondered if this was how women felt - being undressed by men's eyes. Of course, no undressing was necessary here - it felt more like he was being fucked by men's eyes. His asshole gave a little twinge at the thought.

"OK, OK. Relax! Your pulse rate is way up there. We have to get it down to normal before we can start. Here, lie down on the carpet and take some deep breaths. Just relax. Stop tensing up." Joe gestured at the soft carpet in front of him.

Chad was afraid to lay ass-up. The way these men were looking at his ass, they'd probably take it as an invitation. Hesitantly, he lay down on his back and began trying to slow down his nervous breathing. Of course, it didn't really matter what angle he chose - naked, he looked unbelievably hot from any angle. The men in the vicinity just sighed as they ran their eyes over his full round pectorals, crowned by those beautiful dark brown nipples. His smooth, slim belly was golden tan, indented by a cute little "inny" navel. His big circumcised cock lay full and heavy, but still soft, as it draped over his oversized ball-sack. Chad was the only one whose breathing actually slowed down while he lay there with his body on display.

Joe kept his fingers on the boy's wrist, finally declaring that his heart rate was close to normal again. "OK, now we'll do a few exercises and check the rate again. Start running in place. OK. Lift those knees higher . . . higher."

Chad ran as instructed. He was aware of his ass jiggling and bouncing as he ran. Lifting his knees higher just seemed to make his cock flop around more - from the look on Joe's face, that was probably the only reason he kept pushing it. After a couple of minutes, Joe had him stop, and took his pulse again. "A little high - you haven't been keeping in shape much, have you?" Joe laughed. "You're a little out of condition."

He led Chad back up onto the platform. "Here, stand with your back to me and spread your legs about shoulder width. A little wider - wider - OK. Now bend your body forward and try to flatten it along your left leg - reach both hands down and clasp your left ankle. This is for flexibility. Bend over more - more. Any pain in the backs of your legs?"

Chad reported where he felt the muscles pull. Joe had him repeat the same movement on the right. He alternated a few times. On about the fifth deep bend, Chad looked between his legs as he bent over and caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He gasped in shock. It was almost obscene - his full round ass cheeks were spread wide above his long muscular legs, completely exposing his deep ass crack to the entire room. He was giving a perfect view of his little pink asshole to every guy in the room, as it squirmed and flexed with his body movements. Rather than admit that he realized what was going on, he just pretended he hadn't noticed anything, and straightened up as soon as Joe let him. If they knew how humiliated he felt, he'd just look like more of a fool than he was already.

Again Joe took his pulse. "Boy, that shot right up there! That really got you going, looks like. Funny."

They continued with a few more simple exercises, waiting between each for Chad's pulse to get back to normal. Once he got used to it, it wasn't quite so bad. He was getting to the point where he could ignore the audience and just concentrate on Joe and his current assignment. Some of the good feeling of the exercising was coming through, leaving him with a pleasant, tired sensation after each exertion.

"OK, now, we'll go around and I'll show you the basic usage of each of the machines. This'll be a good opportunity for you to meet the gentlemen who happen to be here, as well." Joe took Chad's arm and the two of them walked over to the arm press machine. A good-looking white haired man of about 55 was using it - Joe pointed out how the machine worked as the man continued to work the arms in and out. As he paused, Joe took the opportunity to introduce them. "Mr. Barton, this is Chad Marshall, John Price's new Junior Exec. I think I mentioned that he would be here today. Chad, this is Philip Barton, CEO of Electonix, Inc. Mr. Barton is one of our regulars and takes quite an interest in our younger members."

The man got up, slowly looking Chad up and down. Neither smiling nor threatening, he appeared, as advertised, to be taking an interest. He reached out a hand and Chad moved to shake it. His hand slid right by Chad's, however, and grabbed him by the bicep - "Soft - needs work, boy. See to it you use this machine a lot. John doesn't like weaklings, you know." He reached lower and grabbed Chad by the waist on both sides. "Not bad, though. Great shape - don't want to get too muscular. You'd lose that look. Turn around." Not waiting, he turned Chad around by the waist. "Oh, yeah! That ass is great, son. Don't ever let anybody talk you into working it too hard." He ran his hands over Chad's bottom. "Soft as a baby. Oh, yeah - keep it that way." Turning businesslike, he grabbed Chad by the arm and dragged him over to the chair - "Here, sit down, try it out." He and Joe got him going on the machine. As he pushed the arms out and back, the man reached down behind him, where his overdeveloped ass stuck out of the open back of the chair and softly stroked the young man's ass as he worked out, letting his fingers trail teasingly up and down the deep crack between the big round buns. Chad was beginning to freak out. He'd never had a man touch him before (except his doctor), and he was a little scared - these men were just too powerful to resist. He didn't want to take a chance of antagonizing anyone. And nobody seemed to think much of it.