Joe had hired the arrogant young punk solely for his looks. His name was Tony di Marco, and he had no apparent ability whatsoever to supervise custodial staff. But the moment Joe had seen the kid's gorgeous young body in the threadbare jeans and tight T-shirt he wore to the interview, he knew he had no intention of letting this hot little stud get away.
He gave him the job like that. Tony thought he was knocking him dead with his cool tough-guy talk. After the first couple of words, though, Joe wasn't even listening. The kid was a punk - that was all he needed to know about him.
Joe related to him like a kid to an action figure - he even had a special uniform made up for him - to size. He had the tailor come in and measure him in the conference room - Joe watched from behind a wall of one-way mirrors. He watched (and taped) every move as the kid strutted and preened in front of the giant mirror.
The tailor was good - he had Tony half-naked in no time. He had him try on a couple of sample shirts - then the pants. None of them fit just right, so when he took off the pants, the tailor told him to hold it right there - he'd take the measurements and come back with some specially-modified outfits. "Mr. Anderson said to design them to order." (Anderson being Joe's last name.)
Tony was impressed - he'd made an even bigger hit than he'd thought. And he liked the way he looked in the mirror - those little red French briefs he'd let that nympho salesgirl sell him made him look really hot. He started getting hard just remembering the look in her eyes when he came out of the changing room wearing just the briefs and a T-shirt. His big dick and balls were half-visible through the sheer material.
Still floating somewhere in the past, he turned around to look at how they set off his ass.
Shit!! Damn, he looked hot! The briefs rode up his crack and over the top of his full, jutting asscheeks, making him look damn near bare-ass. His asscrack was deep enough to completely swallow up the thin little strip that went down the back. Hot damn! What an ass! No wonder the ladies fell all over themselves to get their hands on it.
Joe smiled slightly as he watched the kid strike a few hot poses emphasizing his ass.
The tailor finally got Tony to stand still long enough to let him take a few measurements. The kid stayed completely self-absorbed, as the tailor wrapped the tape around his well-developed chest, over the peaks of his thrusting pecs - right where his hard nipples poked out the thin cotton of his T-shirt.
He followed by wrapping the tape around Tony's bare waist, halfway between the low-rise briefs and the short T-shirt he was wearing. When he measured the hips, he wrapped the tape over the bulge of his crotch, and brought the ends of the tape together over one of the kid's bare asscheeks. The teenager looked a little uneasy when he felt the tailor's fingers fluttering over his naked ass - but the contact was momentary - over almost before he was aware of it. He forgot it as he gradually became lost in his own image again.
The tailor handled it all very smoothly. Joe had to smile at the way he managed to take the kid's inseam measurement without the punk even noticing that another man's fingers were feeling his balls.
Finally, he told the kid his uniform would be ready the next day. Could he come by at about 3 to try it on? Very good.
There was a long pause as Tony continued to check out some new angles in the mirror, first the front, then the back - finally broken when the tailor asked if he wouldn't mind, please, putting his pants back on? He (the tailor) was quite finished with him, and was just waiting to escort him out.
Tony, suddenly reminded of his near-nudity before the older man, flushed slightly and quickly tugged his way back into his tight jeans.
The next day, promptly at 3:07, Tony showed up and was conducted directly to the same "fitting room" he'd been in before. The tailor was waiting with the uniform, as promised (as was Joe, behind the mirror). He gestured to the hangers and chair, and asked Tony to remove his clothing.
The request seemed a little open-ended, but Tony shrugged it off, quickly stripping off his shirt and jeans, as he had the day before. Like yesterday, he was wearing a muscle T-shirt and a (different) pair of skimpy briefs. As he stood, half-naked, in front of the tailor, he was informed that this time, he would be removing all his clothing - the uniform was complete from shirt to shoes, and included all necessary undergarments.
Tony glanced a little uneasily at the amorphous garments draped over the tailor's arm and took a quick look at himself in the mirror. "The T-shirt, too?"
At the tailor's nod, he quickly pulled the T-shirt over his head. He seemed to know that the briefs would have to go, but he stalled for a little time by first removing his sneakers and socks. Finally, after another look in the mirror, he hooked his thumbs over the waistband of the briefs and slowly slid them down over his ass. He had a little trouble prying the strip of cloth that constituted the rear of the briefs out from where it was squeezed deep between his firm cheeks. Then, bending over, he managed to slip them down his legs to the floor. As he stepped out of them, Joe had his first unobstructed view of the kid's full, round buttcheeks. They were every bit as gorgeous as they had looked under the jeans - big and smooth, round and firm. But not too firm to jiggle a little as he moved, Joe noted.
As Tony tossed the briefs over toward the chair (just missing it), he stood defiantly naked before the tailor. His plump young cock arched out over a really king-sized pair of balls. Except for the patch right around his cock, there wasn't a hair on his body. His ass was as smooth as his chest.
The tailor handed him the first piece of the uniform - a jock-strap. He took it gratefully and stepped into it, quickly pulling it up to cover his bare cock and balls. The tailor insisted that he make sure each strap lay flat and that the straps in back neatly followed the crease where the curve of his buttocks met his muscular young thighs. Tony was a little skeptical, but the tailor's insistence that "Mr. Anderson was very particular about uniforms" finally persuaded him to make an effort. Joe smiled slightly as the kid turned his back to the mirror and bent over, twisting and turning, trying to see over his shoulder as the tailor adjusted the straps.
Next he was handed a pair of athletic socks and one of the more expensive brands of sneakers. Tony glanced over at the other clothing, but bent over readily enough to pull on the socks and shoes. Joe got to see a little deeper into the no-man's-land between the kid's perfect asscheeks as he fastened the shoelaces, then stood up and looked himself over in the mirror. He obviously liked what he saw, as he postured a little, turning his back and flexing his ass directly toward Joe's position behind the mirror.
The shirt looked like a typical janitorial shirt - short-sleeved, but otherwise pretty utilitarian. Once on, though, it was clear that this had been hand-made for the kid's body. The slightly stretchy material clung snugly to every inch of his upper body, accentuating the mounds of his well-developed pecs. The sight of it brought his nipples into full bloom - clearly visible as they punched out the front of the mounds. Once again, the kid was obviously happy with the look - he spent a couple of minutes looking at it from various angles. His cock began to stir and arch out a little in his jock as he preened.
Finally, the pants - shorts, actually. As Tony tugged them up over his bulging thighs and ass, it was obvious that they were designed for a snug fit. Made of the same material as the shirt, they were the same light tan in color. For a moment, it looked like he might not be able to get them past the firmly thrusting arch of his ass, but with a little tugging and straining, he finally managed to finish the job.
The look, in the mirror, was obviously erotic - almost obscene. The fabric clung to the mound of his jock-bulge in front, and displayed every millimeter of his ass in back, actually disappearing into the depths of his asscrack. Tony made one futile attempt to pull the cloth out from between his cheeks, then gave up. As he caught sight of himself from the rear in the mirror, his breath seemed to falter slightly - the mound in front began to arch out even further. He ran a hand over his ass as if he were having trouble recognizing it.
Vain as he was, even he was looking a little taken aback at seeing himself displayed so lewdly.
The tailor fussed around him, pulling and prodding, checking the fit. Tony was used to tailors - even having the man's hands cupping his asscheeks at one point didn't concern him.
All he could see was tits and ass. Suddenly, he had a flash of himself as some kind of Playboy centerfold, pecs and buttcheeks on display, looking like he was begging for some big man to come and play with them. Turning his back to the mirror, he realized that the shorts made him look completely bare-ass.
They were almost flesh-colored, and they clung so smoothly to his asscheeks, there wasn't a wrinkle or sag across the entire rear. And the only seam was invisible - buried deep in his crack.
Then the moment passed, and he managed to see himself again - dressed in a maintenance uniform. Looked a little like a postal delivery uniform - the summer kind, with shorts. It was a little tight, but so what? He liked his pants tight. Once he got used to it, he decided he looked pretty good. Bet if that Anderson guy were here, he'd knock his socks off.
Speaking of which, the tailor informed him that Mr. Anderson had asked that he stop by as soon as he was fitted to get his first briefing.
Tony followed the tailor out of the conference room and down the hall to the elevator bank. The people all seemed pretty friendly - they smiled, and he noticed a few of them checking him out. He smirked. Never hurts to make 'em want you.
But by the time they got to Joe's office, he was actually getting a little spooked by the number of people checking him out - especially the men. He wasn't used to having men looking at his ass. And the tailor didn't help things a lot, either, the way he fussed over him as they walked - he kept fiddling with the shorts and shirt to make sure they fit just right, touching him in all kinds of inappropriate places.
Tony was kind of relieved when he was finally ushered in to see the boss. Joe was friendly, complimentary on the uniform. He checked it out from all angles, but it seemed like a pretty professional appraisal, so it didn't really bother the kid too much.
After hearing about his duties, he was given a set of master keys to the offices. They were strung on a long metal loop. It turned out that the loop was threaded through the shorts like a belt and then fastened with a combination lock.
It was a little tricky to get it threaded. Joe helped him put it on, fastened it, then spun the lock. The fail-safe for the keys (so no-one could steal them) was that only Joe knew the combination. Even Tony himself wouldn't know. And the belt fit too snugly for anyone to be able to pull it down over his hips or up over his chest. At the end of each day, he was to come to Joe to have it removed and locked in the safe.
But after a minute, something occurred to him, and he asked, a little embarrassed, about calls of nature.
Joe pointed out the perfectly functional zipper in the front of the shorts. And he informed the kid, to his surprise, that there was also a zipper in the back of the shorts. He hadn't even noticed it when he was putting them on. In fact, the zipper was pretty well concealed, being plunged deep out of sight between his ample asscheeks.
Joe went around behind Tony and helpfully freed the tab, which was barely visible at the top of the kid's asscrack. He pulled it down, revealing the clever design - the material was so springy that when the zipper was pulled down, the rear of the shorts popped wide open, fully exposing the kid's ass. Joe grinned triumphantly at Tony's smooth bubble-butt. See how it works?
The kid looked a little relieved, but a whole lot more embarrassed by the way his boss was openly looking over his big round cheeks. "Hey, that's quite an ass you got, there. Let's just hope we don't have any trouble zipping you back up again. Here, let's give it a try."
After quite a struggle, Joe finally managed to get the zipper closed again. Along the way, though, his hands had been all over Tony's bare ass, and Tony was looking pretty flustered by the time Joe said, "OK, now you try it a couple of times. Better be sure you can do it."
Joe hunkered down behind Tony, his face only inches from those squirmy cheeks. He watched closely as the kid struggled to get hold of the zipper tab. Once he got it, though, it was pretty easy to pull down. That big butt practically jumped out of the shorts. The cheeks even bounced a little just after their liberation. And now, given Joe's position, the only thing standing between him and Tony's most private spot was the natural fullness of those cheeks.
Tony could actually feel Joe's breath along his asscrack. He quickly groped for the zipper tab and began tugging it up. Unfortunately, getting it closed turned out to be a lot harder than opening it. Joe had to help a little the first time. Having another man's fingers wandering over his bare butt, though, inspired the kid, and the second and third times, he managed to do it pretty much on his own.
"There." Tony jumped a foot as Joe stood up and gave him a hard slap across the butt. "You should be OK now."
Tony followed along quietly enough as Joe took him out and introduced him to the two "older" men who'd be working for him. They were wearing uniforms identical to his own, except for the fit. And he noticed they weren't wearing keys. His chest puffed out as he realized that he was the only one trusted with the master set.
There was quite a bit of joking and winking about the new guy being the boss, and him being so young and all. But it was pretty good-natured. Tony was a little relieved. He'd been a little worried they might resent a new guy.
After Joe left, the two "older" guys (early 20's, compared to Tony's 18) showed him around, settled him in, told him more about the actual duties. As they were getting some coffee in their "lounge" area, one of them noticed the zipper tab sticking out from between Tony's cheeks.
"Hey, what's this?" he chortled. "I don't believe it! A fuckin' zipper? In back? What's that all about?" Without warning, he grabbed the tab and pulled it down a little. He had just intended to tease the kid a little - he didn't really expect that the zipper, once started, would take off on its own - popping wide open in an instant, dumping the kid's bare asscheeks, bouncing and jiggling, out into the cold light of day.
Both men were stunned - partly by the suddenness of what had just happened, partly just by the incredible perfection of Tony's twin globes, smooth and hairless, bouncing around in full view for them to enjoy.
Part of the bouncing was caused by the way Tony immediately started dancing around, trying to reach back and get hold of the zipper to pull it up. When he finally got his fingers on the tab, he was so agitated, he gave it a jerk - and it snapped off in his hand.
When they finally managed to calm him down (and he'd explained why he had a zipper back there), they first tried pulling the zipper up without the tab. But getting a grip on the zipper involved keeping one finger inside and one outside, and in the process the inside fingers ended up doing a lot of probing up and down between the kid's bare cheeks. The guys were a little skittish at first about making contact with another guy's bare ass, but they all quickly got used to it. Their fingers kept ending up sandwiched between the teenager's twin mounds. They tried for almost half an hour before they finally gave up - that zipper wasn't budging.
Finally, they had him climb up on a table on his hands and knees, so they could get a better look at the zipper, jammed as it was right at the base of his crack, between his asshole and his balls. As they worked to refasten the tab, their fingers probed deep into the kid's smooth crack. The two older guys were starting to get a little turned on by all the unintentional ass-feeling they'd been doing. The kid was so smooth and hairless that it was almost like feeling up a woman.
Winking at each other, they had him bend lower, finally getting those pretty cheeks to spread wide enough to open up the deepest part of his crack - revealing the tiny pink boypussy hidden down there. It looked so tight and virginal . . . Well, they were gonna have to work with him, after all. They probably shouldn't push this much further.
And they had a pretty good idea by now that their big boss probably had his eye on all that smooth ass flesh, too. Better not spoil his fun by preempting him.
With the help of a few tools, they finally managed to get the tab reattached to the zipper and, after some careful coaxing, got it closed again.
Of course, they'd managed a liberal amount of touchy-feely during the process - but at least it seemed legitimate to the kid - the only one who mattered.
Tony was pretty embarrassed by the whole episode, but mainly grateful to the other guys for not laughing at him and for helping him out of what would have turned into a totally humiliating situation. Even the thought of having to go crawling to big boss Anderson with his bare ass on display was enough to make him cringe.
Hours later, at the end of his shift, he returned to Joe's office to turn in the keys. He had to wait almost half an hour before Joe was available. He was too afraid of the zipper popping again even to sit down - he just stood and paced.
When he was finally buzzed into Joe's office, he was just anxious to get rid of the keys so he could change and head home.
In the process of opening the lock on Tony's belt, though, Joe told him he'd heard about the problem with the zipper. He'd made arrangements for the tailor to install a heavier-duty zipper. "Guess he just didn't realize he was dealing with an industrial-sized ass here." Joe chuckled, giving the kid a pat on the butt.
Tony was relieved to hear he wouldn't have to worry about any more accidents like that one.
"Just leave the shorts here with me. I'll take care of it."
While Tony realized he was really getting kid-glove treatment here, he was sti ll a little nervous about taking off the shorts in front of his boss. And how was he going to get down to the locker room? "Don't worry - I've got a spare pair of gym shorts here for you to wear."
That taken care of, Tony turned his back. He slowly unfastened his shorts and began peeling them down. Framed by the jockstrap, the gorgeous young ass looked more delectable than ever.
Joe handed him the gym shorts and watched him dress. This time there was no mirror between them.