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."