Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 18:17:50 EST
From: Gocarty@aol.com
Subject: Maintenance Man Part 4

A few minutes later, the chauffeur dropped them downtown in front of the
sheriff's office.  The DM took him in and introduced him to the sheriff, a
young guy who was obviously much in awe of the DM.

Tony was immediately embarrassed once more when the DM insisted that he turn
his back to the sheriff to show him how skimpy his shorts were.  The DM said
he just wanted to let the police know that Tony, here, worked for him in
maintainence, and that he might, from time to time, appear in more or less
revealing clothing - part of his job, you know.

The sheriff just kept nodding.

And the DM wanted to make sure that if they ever picked Tony up for indecent
exposure (which he understood the sheriff was probably going to be bound by
law to do from time to time), they didn't lock him up with the more hardened
criminal element.

"Just take a look at that ass!  Take a feel if you want.  (No, that's OK,
Tony, I've given him permission.  Just hold still.)  In the cells, that
little pussy of his would be stretched all out of shape in a day.  And we
sure don't want that, do we, Tony?  In fact, sheriff, I'd appreciate it if
you'd take charge of Tony any time he's brought in.  Just cuff him to the
desk or something until somebody comes by to pick him up for me."

"Sure thing, sir.  It'd be a pleasure.  Tony here looks real valuable.  I'll
take good care of it - uh, him - for you."

"OK, Tony, I thank that's taken care of.  Don't want any misunderstandings
with the police, do we?"  From the way the sheriff was looking at him, Tony
was pretty sure that if he ever found himself in the custody of the law, he'd
have to talk fast to keep his pants on - assuming he had any pants to begin
with.  "In fact," said the DM, glancing at his watch, "I'd appreciate it if
you could give Tony a ride home for me.  I've got a board of directors
meeting in half an hour that I have to get back for."

The sheriff's eyes widened with pleasure.  "Sure thing, sir."  He looked over
at Tony's half-naked ass.  "No problem at all.  You sure wouldn't want to
have a kid like this walking the streets in his condition.  Those factory
workers are a rough bunch."

As soon as the DM left, the sheriff became much more businesslike.  "OK,
fella, hand over those shorts."

Tony was shocked.  "No way!  What do you need them for?  I just want to get
home."

"Look, regardless of the reason for it, I gotta write this up.  The shorts
are evidence.  Hand 'em over."  The sheriff shrugged.  "Don't worry about it.
 I'll get you some prisoner pants to wear home.  Those shorts don't cover a
whole hell of a lot, anyway, do they?"

Tony had to admit they didn't.  Finally and reluctantly, he unzipped the
shorts and peeled them down.  He was conscious of the sheriff right behind
him as he bent over to step out of them.  As he bent down, bare ass in the
air, he heard a long, slow sigh behind him.  He picked up the shorts and
turned around to hand them to the sheriff.

When he turned, he let out a little squawk and jumped back.  The sheriff was
standing so close, his crotch must have been practically in Tony's ass-crack
when he was bending over.  The sheriff laughed and grabbed the shorts.  He
turned and shoved them into one of the drawers in his desk.  As he closed the
drawer, he chuckled and looked over at Tony.  "So you've been running around
the plant like that, huh?  Turn around.  Let's have a look."

After some animated resistance, Tony was finally convinced that the only way
he was going to get what he wanted was to do what the sheriff said.  He
turned around.  The sheriff let out a long, low whistle.  "Whoa!!  I can see
why he brought you over today."  He laughed.

Tony jumped as the sheriff came up behind him and planted his right hand on
Tony's left cheek.  He gave it a squeeze.  "OK, come on, son.  We're gonna
find you some pants."  Before Tony had a chance to resist, the sheriff
scooted him right out of the office.  Tony found himself in a back hallway,
the sheriff's hand still holding his left cheek and guiding him along like a
debutante on her way to the ball.  His hands were busy trying to keep his
cock and balls covered.  He didn't have time to think about it.

After several turns, they came to a door.  The sheriff ran his hand one final
time over Tony's voluptuous asscheeks.  "Well, here we are.  Seems a shame to
cover these up, though, don't it?"  He laughed again and opened the door.

It was evidently the police locker room.  There were lockers, towels, benches
. . . and about half a dozen deputies, in various stages of undress.  The
sheriff unceremoniously shoved Tony into the room.  Tony was so freaked at
being bare-ass in front of a bunch of cops that he tripped over somebody's
foot and ended up flat on his face on the floor.  Slowly, he levered himself
up onto his hands and knees.  He was still a little dizzy from the fall.

Then the sheriff stepped into the room.  "Well, guys, meet the new
maintenance manager at the plant - works for the DM."  The sheriff chuckled.
"If any of you guys in the line of duty come across Tony, here, less than
fully dressed,"  he leered at Tony's ass, "(kind of like now), well, you just
bring him in and I'll take care of him.  OK?  No arrest.  No putting him in a
cell.  This kid here is property of the plant management.  Got it?"

The deputies were all gathering around Tony, taking it all in.  Tony started
to get up, but the sheriff pushed him back down onto his hands and knees.

One of the deputies asked, "But what if we have to interrogate him?"

The sheriff grinned.  "Interrogation's OK.  You can ask whatever you have to
ask.  No drilling - that's all."

One of the deputies leaned down and ran the side of his hand from between
Tony's thighs up along his asscrack.  "Like, for instance, we'd have to ask
'What happened to your pants and underwear?  How'd you get bareass?'"

"Good questions," the sheriff chimed in.  "What about that, Tony?  Answer the
man."

"What are you talking about?"  Tony was pissed at having to stay on his hands
and knees in front of all these cops.  "You took my shorts yourself!  They're
in your desk drawer!"

The deputies looked at the sheriff.  There were a few raised eyebrows.  The
sheriff just chuckled.  "Well, that's true.  I had to keep 'em for evidence.
But what about your underpants?  Where are they?"

Tony blushed a little.  "I wasn't wearing any underpants - I wore a jockstrap
today."

"And where is it?  You sure weren't wearing it when you stripped out of your
shorts just now in my office."

"I guess it's in Mr. Dickinson's office."  Tony lowered his eyes,
embarrassed.  "He's the VP of Marketing at the plant."

The deputies laughed and moved in a little closer.  "And how'd you come to
leave your jockstrap in a VP's office?"

"Well, it's not like I wanted to.  Uh . . . the straps were kinda showing
below the shorts and he said that looked funny."

"Oh, I'll bet."

"And he took a scissors and cut through the straps.  Then he just kind of
ripped it out from under the shorts."

The men laughed.  The ones who were close to naked were openly stroking their
dicks as they angled for a better view of Tony's spread ass.  The sheriff
laughed.  "Hey, now, you're not getting any of that.  Remember what I said."
He turned to Tony.  "OK, now, kid, that's enough cock-teasing.  Come on, get
up.  Rod, Dick - you two get dressed and give Tony, here, a ride over to the
DM's place."

He grinned at Tony, "Well, nice meetin' ya.  Have a good time, and I expect
we'll be seeing you again real soon."

As he left, most of the other guys left, too, until Tony and the two naked
deputies were the only ones left.  Rod and Dick were both big, hunky guys -
probably early 20's - just a few years older than Tony.  They were both quite
a bit taller than he was, and built like star athletes - Tony was a little
nervous around them.  As they got dressed, Tony looked around, but he
couldn't see anything that looked like "prisoner pants," whatever they were.

Finally, he asked the deputies where he could get some pants to wear.  They
just laughed.  "Ain't nothing around here.  Sheriff didn't say nothing about
it.  I figure you're supposed to go just as you are."

Tony put up a big fuss, but it got him nowhere.  Except gagged - after a few
minutes, they slapped a piece of tape over his yammering mouth.  They didn't
care one way or the other.  If Tony refused to go, they'd just cuff him and
take him, as long as he shut up.  He finally gave up and stopped resisting -
at least if his hands were free, he could cover himself a little.

Unfortunately, the deputies had other ideas.  One of them grabbed each arm,
and Tony was lock-stepped out into the sheriff's office, wearing only his
T-shirt and sneakers, arms pinned and unable to hide a thing.

They stopped by the dispatcher's desk to let him know where they were going.
He did a double take when they stopped right in front of his desk, holding
Tony between them.  The kid's big teenage balls were jiggling right in his
face, and that pretty young dick of his seemed to be staring him right in the
eye.  Tony was pissed as hell that they wouldn't even let him cover himself.
When he struggled to get an arm free, though, it just made things worse -
they twisted his arms behind his back and his dick and balls ended up
bouncing around right in the dispatcher's face.

Tony almost blew a gasket when the guy casually reached out and grabbed his
balls.  "Hey, look at the size of this kid's balls.  What you doin' with him,
anyway?  He some kind of hustler or something?"  Tony twisted around some
more, but that just gave the guy an excuse to hold onto his nuts a little
longer.  All of a sudden, all eyes were on Tony's dick.  Tony watched in
despair as it slowly inched up, arching out from his balls millimeter by
millimeter, until there was no doubt at all - he had a hard-on.  The
dispatcher was delighted.  "Hey, look at that!  He likes it!  He's gettin' a
hard-on."  He grabbed Tony's cock and gave it a squeeze.  "Hey!  It's hard as
a rock!"

Sure enough, it was.  As they all watched, Tony's cock stiffened up until it
was pointing straight at the ceiling.  Like the dispatcher said, it was hard
as a rock.  The dispatcher played with it a little, letting it slap against
Tony's flat belly a few times, while the two deputies just watched and
grinned.

"Well, write us up, fella.  We gotta deliver this one to the DM's house.
Sheriff's orders."

The dispatcher grinned lasciviously.  "Oh-ho!  Well, I'll bet he's used to
this kind of stuff, then," and he reached out and stroked Tony's dick and
balls.  "And you don't need to tell me - the pussy's off limits, right?"  He
guffawed as he reached between Tony's legs to finger the kid's tight asshole.

Hot as he was, Tony couldn't suppress a moan as the dispatcher's skilled
fingers rubbed his by-now hypersensitized ass-lips.  Suddenly a clear bead of
precum appeared at the tip of his rigid cock.  As it began to run down the
kid's cockhead, another drop appeared.  Soon his dick was wet with his own
juices.  The dispatcher grabbed the kid's dick with his free hand and started
squeezing and stroking it, making little squishy noises.

Suddenly Tony gave a jerk and cum began to gush from his overstimulated cock.
 Again and again it shot into the air, arching back over himself and soaking
the front of his T-shirt.  A few drops even made it to his face.  He was
helplessly pumping his dick into the dispatcher's hand, moaning and coming to
the delight of the three policemen.

By the time he got control of himself, he could see that several other police
officers had been attracted by his moaning.  After a pause, they all began
applauding.  Tony turned beet red and hung his head - he couldn't face them
any more.

As the two deputies lock-stepped him through the front office and out to the
car, Tony was humiliated to realize that now the entire police department
knew he was up for grabs.  One small consolation - at least they seemed to
take seriously the off-limits instruction on his ass.

Out in front of the police station, there was another delay as the deputies
got out some rags and wiped off Tony's cum-soaked crotch and thighs before
letting him into the police car.  A little group of high school boys stood
around giggling as they watched the operation.  Just to show off, the
deputies had Tony assume the position against the car - bent at the waist,
with his ass in the air and his hands on the hood, legs spread.  They spread
his ass and ran their fingers up and down his smooth young ass-crack, rubbing
their finger tips over his asslips.  The teenagers were wide-eyed as Tony's
asshole responded to the teasing with little flexes, opening and closing.
His hips involuntarily pressed back against the deputies' fingertips.  "Nice
ass, huh?"  The kids were really impressed when they found out he was staying
with the DM.

"Whoa!"

"Hey!"

"Maybe someday you guys'll get your hands on some prime ass like this."

As they finally loaded him in the police car and started out for the DM's
house, Tony breathed a sigh of relief.  His life was getting much too
exciting - some nice quiet time at home would be very welcome.  He would have
to be much more careful in the future and try to keep out of the way of all
these hungry men.

A few minutes later, the two deputies dropped him off in front of the DM's
house and took off.  Somehow being bare-ass in this residential neighborhood
was a lot more embarrassing than it had been in the police station.  Tony
dashed to the door and realized he still hadn't been given a key.  He knocked
and after a long wait, during which he uneasily eyed the slightly moving
curtains in several of the neighboring windows, the door was opened by
Wilson, the DM's valet.

"Welcome home, sir."  The man dispassionately eyed Tony's bare bottom.  "Lost
your clothes again?  It looks as if we'd better lay in a good supply for you,
as careless as you are with them."