The rest of the staff consisted of just three people - the cook, a woman who only came in to prepare the meals; the DM's valet, Wilson, a man of about 30, who lived in; and a valet trainee, Joey, a kid of about 16, who also lived in.
When he was finally shown to his room, Tony heaved a sigh of relief. For the first time in hours, nobody was staring at his bare ass. He looked around the room - it was pretty nice - separate bathroom, good space, plenty of closets, lots of light, big windows. The room looked even bigger because of the mirrors - one whole wall was mirrors and there were a couple of smaller ones on the other walls.
He looked around, but couldn't find any of his things. They must not have gotten there yet. The closets were empty, but he found towels and everything in the bathroom. He wandered back into the bedroom and looked at himself in the mirror - he looked pretty grubby. There were still some traces of the carpet pattern from when he'd been ground into the floor of the limo by the weight of the chauffeur. He noticed that the mirrors were arranged so that he could see himself from several angles at once.
Despite recent events, the old ego kicked in and he posed for a while, loving the way he could see any part of himself from any angle at all - he spent a few minutes just admiring all the views he could think of. It didn't take long before the old Tony started coming back. He smirked at the perfection he saw in the mirror - his shoulders got squarer, his tits started jutting out a little more, nipples erect, his back arched to emphasize the curve of his full, round asscheeks - damn, he was hot. A guy with a body like that could have just about anything he wanted to. He was just going to have to be a little more particular about who got to see all that good stuff.
Man, just looking at his ass this way made it obvious why the chauffeur had taken advantage of him - the poor bastard had no choice - an ass like that demanded attention.
He decided to take a quick shower while he waited for his clothes to arrive. He stripped out of his jock and tossed it on the bed. God, that felt good! He groped his cock and balls, loosening them up after all that time in confinement.
Ten minutes later, he was feeling great. Toweling off after the shower, he felt like a new man. Still drying his hair, he wandered back into the bedroom. Glowing with health, he looked even better than before. Boy, bring on the babes! He was ready to go to town.
Suddenly, he realized there was someone else in the room with him. He whirled around, holding the towel in front of his crotch. With a sigh of relief, he realized it was only the valet, who was standing just inside the door.
"The DM asked me to inform you that dinner is served and to show you the way to the dining room."
Tony suddenly realized that holding his towel in front of himself wasn't doing much good - his bare ass was being displayed from every possible angle in the mirrors. He quickly tied it around his waist. He glanced at the bed, thinking to get his jock, but it was gone.
The valet cleared his throat. "I took the liberty of taking your athletic supporter down to be cleaned. I hope you don't mind."
Flushed with embarrassment, just after having decided not to allow this kind of thing to happen anymore, he snapped, "Well, I think you can see why I can't quite make it yet. None of my clothes are here - I haven't got anything to wear. Tell the DM I'll be down as soon as they get here."
"I'm sorry, sir, but that will be impossible. You see, the dinner is just for the DM and you, and it is to be the first training session for my apprentice. The DM was quite particular in his instructions - he insists on your dining with him. And meals in this house are always served on time."
Tony was pretty sure that behind that impassive expression, the guy was hiding a smirk a mile wide. "Well, come on, guy - there must be some extra clothes around here someplace. Come up with something. I'm not going down there naked."
"No need, sir. The towel will do very nicely. Follow me, please."
"No way! I'm not going down there until I get some clothes."
"Sir! The PM did tell me to let you know that if you aren't at the table on time, the job offer is revoked. You and your things will be evicted from this house within the hour." He almost smiled. "He also said that if your things arrive while you are at table, you have his permission to leave the table to dress."
Tony was taken aback. He didn't want to have to decide that minute whether or not to stay with the job. He didn't even really know what it was yet. Well . . . he did have a towel on, and as long as he could get dressed as soon as his clothes arrived . . . it made sense. And it was just the two of them, and the guy had already seen about all there was to see.
A few minutes later, Tony was seated at the foot of a long dining table, opposite the PM. He felt a little exposed with just his bare chest visible above the table, but at least he had the comfort of knowing himself decently covered where it mattered. He was introduced once more to Joey, the valet trainee and it was explained to him that for his apprenticeship, Joey would be acting as Tony's valet - just for practice. In fact, at the moment, this would be Tony's sole function until he got settled in - guinea pig for the valets. The PM hoped it wouldn't be an inconvenience.
Tony, of course, had to graciously agree. It didn't seem like a particularly big deal, especially since the PM's valet would be doing all the instructing.
Tony would hardly notice.
Things went pretty well for a few minutes - the kid served Tony's food and was fairly correct, if a little nervous. Unfortunately, Tony bumped his arm as he was pouring the wine (a red one), and it spilled all over Tony's lap. The kid was completely at a loss, so the PM's valet moved in and took charge.
Tony was half out of his seat anyway, so the man had no problem whipping off Tony's towel, quickly wiping off his crotch and thighs, then sitting him down again, now with his bare ass pressed directly against the wooden seat. He handed the towel to Joey, "Here, go have this cleaned." At the same time, he took his own serving towel and spread it over Tony's lap. "I'm sorry this is too small to go around your waist, but as long as you remain seated, it will keep you decent. The boy should be back soon with your towel. My apologies, sir."
Tony looked down at his lap - the towel was the size of a washcloth. It covered his crotch, but his hips and ass were now completely exposed. He was fuming to himself - he had sworn to himself that this wasn't going to happen again, and now here he was, his bare ass hanging out the open back of the wooden chair, only the table preventing him from being fully exposed to the man he worked for.
By the end of the meal, Joey still hadn't gotten back with the towel. The valet apologized again for the mishap and told Tony that he was welcome to keep the serving towel. He would have Joey bring up fresh towels later.
So Tony was forced to leave the table just the way he least wanted to - bare-ass. He stood up and left the room with what dignity he could, given that he was completely naked except for the scrap of cloth he held in front of himself. In this condition, he was forced to walk out the dining room, through the hallway to the front hall, then up the stairs and down the hall to his room - conscious that any moment someone might come walking in the front door and see him like that.
Once back in his room, he was more or less forced to crawl into bed. He had no clothes and nothing but bed sheets to cover himself with. And he knew that sooner or later his 16-year-old "valet" would be walking in with his towels. He figured he'd look less ridiculous lying in bed than if he had to try to figure out a way to wear a sheet.
He woke the next morning and looked around. Evidently the kid had been and gone and let him sleep. He was lying on top of the sheet, naked. He found himself trying to figure out if he'd been raped or not. The scary thing was, he wasn't sure - he couldn't even tell anymore whether or not somebody had fucked him while he was sleeping. Was he getting that passive?
No! No way he was going to take this kind of treatment - he'd fight back, show them that he was a man.
He got up and was relieved to see his clothes hung in the closets and the drawers filled with socks and underwear. He got dressed in casual clothes - T-shirt and shorts (with a jock-strap) - and went looking for breakfast.
While eating, he was informed by the DM that he would be taking him over to the plant to meet the senior management - they'd specifically asked to meet him. That was all he had to do - no duties. He could come right back afterward and relax for the day.
The plant management consisted of five men - all pretty impressive looking - well-dressed, affluent. Tony was just a little bit intimidated - especially dressed as he was in shorts. They all said that was fine - they understood he wasn't on duty. But there was some undercurrent there - indicating that when he was on duty, he could expect that the requirements would be a little more stringent.
A couple of them commented on his physique - indicated that they thought he looked like he had the right body for the job.
The DM told him he should spend a few minutes with each of the execs before going home - just so they could get to know him a little better - feel comfortable with him.
Afterward the DM dropped him off at the first guy's office - a man named Sloan. They no sooner were in the guy's office with the door closed than the guy started telling Tony to show him that hot ass of his that he's heard so much about.
Tony was stunned. Where could he have heard such a thing? Turned out the guy had a source in the head office who kept him informed. He'd heard all about the bare-ass walk to the limo - even rumors about something happening in the elevator.
Tony was relieved that at least it wasn't the chauffeur who was blabbing it around. But true to his resolution to act like a man, he indignantly refused the man's request.
It didn't take long before Tony was filled in on exactly where he stood - it was either show his ass or lose his job (with all its perks and money). And the guy only wanted to see it for Christ's sake. What was the big deal? Every guy in the head office had already seen it in motion.
Tony's debate between macho and money was a short one. Within three minutes of his entering Mr. Sloan's office, he was bare-assed - shorts around his ankles, jock on display. Sloan made him take the shorts off all the way - he wanted to see the ass in motion. Tony should walk around, just like he did at the head office. With occasional moments of resistance, quickly overcome, Tony finally found himself walking around the guy's office, bare ass on display.
"Very nice. Very nice." Sloan was obviously getting off on having a half-naked teenager in his office, showing off his bare ass. "Too bad our time is up already - I've got to get you over to your next interview. We'll get to know each other a little better next time."
Tony decided not to think about that.
To Tony's relief, the next three execs weren't kinky at all. The last one, Dickinson, though, made up for it. He was even more into Tony's ass than Sloan. His interest, however, had apparently been aroused merely by the sight of Tony's ass chastely covered by shorts - no debauched rumors had preceded him. For all he knew, Tony was a pure-as-driven-snow kid.
Almost as fast as Sloan had had him naked, Dickinson had him sitting in his lap. Told him he reminded him of his kid - he was a very affectionate father - liked to hold his kid on his knee. Kid was 16 now - kept saying he was too old to sit on his dad's lap. Nonsense! He'd taught the boy a lesson - a few times draped over his father's lap, getting a bare-ass spanking, and he was only too happy to sit on his old man's lap when he was told to.
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Of course, the kid wasn't really Dickinson's son - he was actually the offspring of Mrs. Dickinson's previous marriage. Dickinson had had a hard time breaking him in, but the kid finally learned that things weren't going to be the way they were in the past, when he could twist his doting mother around his little finger. Once he learned that his new father was a great advocate of using good, hard spankings to keep bad boys in line, he started trying a little harder to follow the rules.
Of course, that process had taken nearly a year - from the time the kid was just 15. From the beginning, Dickinson had established an end of day ritual around the kid. Every night when the kid went to bed, he followed him up to his room and read him a bedtime story.
The first night, the kid was incredulous - he tried to kick the man out of his bedroom - even got a little rough in his language.
Seconds later, the kid found himself pinned to the bed, being rapidly and systematically stripped naked by his surprisingly strong stepfather. The kid did his best to get away, but the old man just kept on stripping him without even seeming to notice. Before he knew it, he was draped naked across his stepfather's knee. He started by cursing and struggling, but soon learned that there was nothing he could do about it - he was going to get a spanking on his bare ass.
And that first spanking was a serious one. By the time it was over, the kid was crying and begging, promising to be good. And for the next hour he did what he was told - he sat completely naked on his stepfather's lap, sniffling and squirming, while his bedtime story was read.
From that time on, the kid found himself being pulled onto his stepfather's lap from time to time - anywhere and anytime the old man felt like it - often in front of guests. Dickinson always positioned him so his unfortunately (for him) full round bottom straddled his stepdaddy's big cock. Even when it wasn't hard, the kid could feel it clearly, rubbing against his asscrack, pressing as deeply as possible through whatever clothing they were wearing.
Nobody ever seemed to find it peculiar - people often commented on what an affectionate relationship they had. And once the kid began to realize that after a session on his stepfather's lap, he very seldom got a spanking (even when he had one coming), he began to realize that there were worse things in life than being dry-humped by your stepfather. In fact, every once in a while, he would initiate a lap-sitting session. This was always a sure sign that he had done something wrong that Dickinson hadn't learned about yet. Still, it always worked. One spanking deferred.
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Meanwhile, back in Dickinson's office, Tony could see why the kid had originally tried to avoid getting into this position - the old man's hard-on was huge and he could feel it pressing hard between his cheeks. Even with all the layers of clothing separating them, Tony felt like he was about to get screwed. He squirmed around, trying to avoid the man's huge schlong, but that just made it worse. Squirming was definitely not the way to go.
Tony finally decided to just wait it out and see what would happen - maybe there was a time limit on all these visits and he'd be rescued. As Dickinson fondled Tony's thighs and patted his back, he kept pumping away in the direction of the kid's well-protected asshole. After a couple of minutes, Tony felt a series of tell-tale spasms from the man below him, followed by a sudden wetness up his asscrack. The man had come with his cock pressed so tightly against Tony's ass that the jism shot right through the cloth, ending up saturating the kid's shorts and spurting right into his tight little asshole.
Tony's heart sank as he thought about walking out of there with the ass of his shorts soaked for the world to see. Anybody who knew Dickinson would probably figure out what had just happened to him - it'd be like declaring open season on his ass.
Fortunately, Dickinson wasn't completely out of touch with reality. He kept a supply of his stepson's shorts in his office for just such occasions. He pulled one out and tossed it to Tony - "Here, change into these. Give 'em back as soon as you get something of your own to put on. I've got to get to a meeting in a few minutes. Glad I got a chance to meet you. Looking forward to having you around." He winked at Tony. "Give me those wet ones. I'll have 'em cleaned and returned to you."
Tony had no choice but to strip out of his shorts while the man watched, enjoying the kid's embarrassment. Of course, once Tony got the shorts off, Dickinson could see that the kid's big cheeks were still a little wet. He pulled out a couple of paper towels and spent a few minutes running his hands over Tony's cheeks and patting them dry. Finally, he let Tony put on the clean shorts.
They weren't too bad a fit. A little small, naturally. Not too many kids with a waist as tiny as his had such a full butt. They were just a little snug in the rear and cut so short that the bottom edges of his bare cheeks peeked out, but it was still better than advertising that he'd just been wet-humped by the VP of Marketing.
Dickinson laughed. "Here, you don't want your jock hanging out like that." Tony realized that the straps of his jock were peeking out of the legs of the brief shorts in back.
Dickinson knelt down behind him. "Let me help you with that." Tony felt the man's fingers on his bare ass, reaching up below the shorts, pulling out the straps. There was a snipping sound and he felt the jock pouch loosen up in front. Then he felt Dickinson's hand at the top of the shorts and heard another snip. Suddenly, with a jerk, Dickinson pulled the jock right off from under the shorts.
"There, that looks much better." Tony felt the man's fingers running along the lower slopes of his buttcheeks and realized that he was now half-exposed in back. As Dickinson ushered him out of his office, though, he was too busy trying to keep his balls inside the front of the shorts to really think about it.
The DM was amused by the change in clothing and complimented Tony on the good fit. He took Tony along to meet some of the other employees.
Along the way, the DM confided in Tony that he'd heard that there were some rumors going around about his bare-assed walk through the halls of the head office. He'd been told that quite a few of the employees hereabouts were taking quite an interest in him, hoping to see a little more of the same.
And the way the DM was parading the kid around, with half his ass playing p eek-a-boo from the rear of those shorts, those hopes were being kept very much alive.
About halfway through the tour, in a large area containing a number of cubicles, one of the clerks complained to the DM that there was some kind of problem with his electrical outlet - it kept shorting out. The DM immediately ordered Tony to take a look at it - even though he wasn't officially on duty yet, it was his job, after all.
As the young clerks (all male) from the other cubicles gathered around, Tony dropped to all fours and crawled under the guy's desk. His flimsy little shorts were pulled even deeper into his crack, putting half his bare ass on display.
To really see the electrical connection, Tony had no choice but to duck his head under a divider, leaving him on elbows and knees, his legs spread, ass tilted up at his audience.
Just then he heard another voice from behind him. "Oh, there you are with my son's shorts. I thought you were just going to borrow them - not wear them for the rest of the day."
Tony recognized Dickinson's voice and quickly backed out from under the clerk's desk. He apologized to the man and explained that he'd send them back as soon as he got home and got some of his own clothes to wear.
Dickinson became indignant. "I don't know how you were brought up, young man, but in my experience, a man should stand by his word. I think you'd better give them back to me right now."
Tony was taken aback and tried to talk the guy out of it, but Dickinson was determined. He noticed that the young clerks were beginning to edge in a little closer, as they sensed which way the struggle was going. When Dickinson finally offered the clerks $50 for the one who got him the shorts, Tony realized he didn't have a chance and quickly gave in.
He apologized and pulled down the shorts. He handed them to the older man with one hand as he moved to cover his naked cock with the other. He needn't have bothered -- the clerks were all clustered behind him, getting a good look at the smooth expanse of Tony's much-discussed cheeks. Tony wished he could cover his ass, too, but his right hand was trapped as Dickinson shook it repeatedly, congratulating him (and incidentally getting the kid's dick and asscheeks to jiggle most invitingly).
Once Dickinson had finally gone, the DM suggested that they get going. "You really ought to finish that electrical work, you know. But the way things look around here, I'm afraid that if you got back in that position bare-assed, you might not get out again."
So Tony took his second bare-ass walk through the halls of the Company. This time he didn't even have a jock. With both hands free, he managed to keep his cock and balls mostly covered, though. Unfortunately the DM kept stopping and introducing him to all the more important men as they went along - a hand shake required with each. Tony was in a constant state of red-faced embarrassment - after the first couple of minutes, his cock had started to get hard and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Just when they reached the door, the DM remembered that Dickinson had given him Tony's shorts back, all cleaned and pressed. The DM gave them to Tony to put on before they left the building - just to avoid embarrassment. Don't want anyone getting taken to the police station for indecent exposure.
Tony put them on, fuming that he'd been made to expose himself to every man in the place, when the DM had the shorts all the time.
As Tony was pulling them on, the DM decided it might be a good idea for Tony to get to know the local cops, just to be on the safe side. He seemed to have a knack for getting himself naked in public, and it would be better if they knew who he was, to avoid misunderstandings.
Tony tried to talk him out of it - Dickinson had evidently washed the shorts in very hot water - they had shrunk substantially. They were smaller now than Dickinson's son's had been. And Tony had no jock. Quite a lot of his ass cheeks were showing in back, and he was soon industriously struggling to keep the shorts tugged down as much as possible. He was not eager to have a bunch of cops seeing him in this condition.
But as he had begun to realize by now, nobody said "no" to the DM. A few minutes later, the chauffeur dropped them downtown in front of the sheriff's office.