Caught by the Store Detective

I sat in the small office staring ahead and on the verge of tears. 

The walls were whitewashed and the floor was a plain, dirty beige linoleum. There was no window, only the harsh white light from an overpowered striplight built into the ceiling above our heads. 

I looked to one side, to my friend.  He was looking down at his hands, as miserable as I was.  He didn’t look around. 

I stopped myself from crying. They would only be tears of self pity anyway, I wasn’t hurt. I’d been caught, that was all, and the guy who caught us was threatening to call the cops which would inevitably mean my father getting involved.  And if dad got involved, I was toast. 

Last time I got into hot water he used his belt and I couldn’t sit straight for a week.  He told me in no uncertain terms:  fuck around again and it was the belt, plus enrolment in military school.  And I quote “It never did me any harm…. Your generation is too damn soft….” Yeah right. My pscho-Dad was never harmed by Testosterone School.  Uh-huh….. 

It was the perpetual threat, but something about his demeanour that last time told me he meant it. He had been itching to find a way to catch me doing something wrong ever since. It was almost like he just wanted me out of the house and “punishment school” was the best option. 

So look, I’ll tell what we did but don’t think badly of me.  This wasn’t our usual MO. I promise….

I was with my buddy, Henry.  We did everything together.  We had been inseparable friends since pre-school. He was my go-to guy for fun and hijinks and stupid stuff. We’d fooled around at sleepovers (if you know what I mean) and I guess you could say we were really bad for each other. When we were together we lived in a world of “I dare you”, which had long since ceased being healthy for our friendship. 

Dad hated Henry, obviously. 

Today, we had got together early, played on the Playstation, and generally hung out until his mom got tired of us yelling at the screen and kicked us out.  So, we headed to the mall. None of the usual suspects were around and we soon got bored, which led - as usual - to a game of “I dare you”. As always the game escalated quickly. 

Eventually our game had me creeping into a quiet corner of a well-known department store to shove a multi-pack of girl’s panties down my jeans, my dare being to steal them from the store by shoving them down my jeans and then walking in a funny way on the way out. Stupid, but at the time we thought it was hilarious. 

We were a pair of giggling fools and sure enough, as we sought to depart the store with the ill-gotten gains shoved down in my crotch area, a large man placed a hand on my shoulder.  Another hand on Henry’s.  

“Come with me”. An instruction, not a question. A deep baritone voice that demanded obedience and sent a cold shiver from the base of my spine to the nape of my neck. Shit!

I guess we could have run, but we weren’t all that experienced with this kind of thing and we were, I promise you, generally good kids.  So we did as we were instructed and walked back into the store, flushed bright red with embarrassment, directed by the large hands on our shoulders.  We were resigned to our fate. 

We were steered through a security door, along a maze of corridors that existed in a world beyond the store front and eventually up some back stairs to this small, bare office.  The man made me pull down my jeans to remove the package.  He watched me intently, watched my embarrassment as I stood there in front of him, my jeans around my thighs, my briefs on full display as I brought out the pack of girl’s panties.  I stood like that for what seemed like hours before he said “zip up”, giving me permission to pull up my jeans and sit back down. 

He berated us, shouted properly so that we had tears in our eyes and felt truly ashamed. He made fun of us for stealing girl’s underwear, until I almost broke.  Then he took the packet, left the room, told us to stew while he spoke to a supervisor about whether he had to hand us over to the police, or what. 

Right at the point when we were at our most miserable, feeling sorry for ourselves and like the world was ending, the big guy came back.  He closed the door, looked at us both, one then the other, for a long time.  Neither of us looked back at him. We just studied the table in front of us.  Then he pulled out a chair opposite us and sat. 

“Listen boys, I get it, you were fucking around.” He paused. I glanced up at him, at his clean shaven face. He had graying hair set in an immaculate side parting, bushy eyebrows, and the tanned, lined features of a mature, tough older guy. He eyes were locked on me, never moving. 

“I’d personally let you both go with a warning, but it’s not my call.” He said, softly, like he really meant that.  “You…” he said, pointing at Henry “….You get to stay here for a bit longer.  One of my people will bring you a bottle of water and let you use the bathroom if you need to. You….” He said, turning his attention back to me “…you have to come with me.  You were the one with the goods, so I have to search you and take a statement. Then we’ll decide what we’re gonna do with you both.” 

Neither of us made eye contact.  Neither of us responded.  We’d just do as we were told.  There was a glimmer of hope in what he said and I knew we were both praying that we had a way out. We’d never be so dumb ever again. 

I followed him, out of the room and down the corridor, around a corner and into another room.  It was bigger, with a steel table and some chairs in the middle. There was a shelf up high and a little set of drawers on wheels, like the kind of the thing you see under a desk in an office. Apart from that, the room was as empty and bare and stark as the last room. 

I noticed that the pack of girl’s panties was on the table, alongside a clipboard, and pen, and a little flashlight.  

The door clicked shut behind me and the man locked it.  It made me jump and I got nervous in the pit of my stomach.  

“You can start by stripping down to your underwear. I need to search you.” 

I hesitated.  Strip….? I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that but I didn’t know if I had any choice in the matter.  I got bold and asked. “Can you do that?  Without my father being here or something, I mean….?” 

As I said it, I realised what I was saying.  So did he, because he smiled a satisfied smile right back at me. 

“Hey, you want you old man here, I can arrange that. Maybe you prefer social services?  Or a cop?  Just say the word.”

I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. I unzipped my hoodie and took it off.  The man held out his hand to take it from me and I handed it over.  I peeled my t-shirt over my head and handed that to him, too.   I was suddenly cold, but I think my goosebumps were less about temperature than I wanted to believe. 

The man felt around in the pockets of my hoodie and ran his hands over my t-shirt.  Satisfied, he tossed them onto the table. He returned his attention to me, nodding at my jeans.  

I unfastened them. Then I kicked off my trainers.  I pulled the tight fabric down, slid them to my ankles and hooked them over my feet.  I handed them to the guy and he went through the pockets.  He took out the little bit of cash I had, my ID, an old tissue.  He examined the ID, lifting it to my face to compare the picture with reality.  

“Just about old enough” he said. I thought he was poking fun at me. I didn’t get what he meant. “Not that it matters.” He added. 

I got self-conscious sanding here in my briefs and white sports socks.  I put my hands in front of my little bulge.  I wished I had worn something more grown up like my father always said. “At your age you should wear plain boxers or those new trunk things, for chrissakes!”  

But I liked my tight briefs.  They kept everything in when I couldn’t control my…. You know. Especially in class. I had been a late developer and I still hadn’t gained any control over when things got a little stiff down there. 

The man went to the table. Pushed all my clothes together in a pile and moved them to one side. He picked up the little flashlight. He came back to me, had me look up.  “Say Ahhh” he said.  I did, and he shone the light into my mouth.  

He lifted my top lip up with his fingers, then he let go and pulled my bottom lip down.  He placed a finger in my mouth and ran it all along my teeth. It sent an unexpected shiver through my body.  What did he think, that I was smuggling stuff in my mouth..?

His finger was rough, and big, with a slightly salty taste.  I closed my eyes and let my mouth go slack while he probed around. It seemed to take ages, running his finger along my tongue and along the roof of my mouth.  He pushed it a little too far in and I started to gag, but he removed his digit quickly and I recovered. He was nodding, one eyebrow raised.  

He moved to one side, touched my ears, all the while shining the light as if that would help him find something.  His fingers on my ears and neck were making me feel odd and I got a tingling sensation right behind my balls. “God, not now!” I thought to myself. But I had to admit, there was something hot about being manhandled in this way. 

He went back to the table and waved me over.  “Come over here. Bend over the table, hands flat on the the surface.” He instructed. 

I walked to the table on shaky legs and did as instructed. I felt naked, alone, and very young and small. I felt like I really had to do what he wanted or id never get out of here.  I told myself that I should pull myself together like Dad would want, but something deep inside me told me to just do as I was told, to submit. 

I stood there, bent slightly over at the waist, my sweating palms flat on the steel table surface.  

“Spread your legs a little” he instructed, and I obeyed, that deep voice of his rumbling up my spine. He crouched down behind me. I felt a kind of vulnerability that I had never experienced before, but I was shocked to find that it was thrilling to me also.  I took a breath to calm myself.  I could worry about being horny later!

Suddenly his hands were at my ankles. He explored around my sock, running his fingers around the rim. He patted them down, touched the top of my foot before having me lift each foot off the ground in turn.  He touch each one with both hands, firm but gentle. He pressed his thumb into the soles of my feet, one at a time, touching, rubbing, feeling his way. That fizzing sensation in my groin was growing and I knew if he carried on doing that I would get hard and then I’d have even more explaining to do. 

My cock started to respond and I rolled my eyes.  “Not now for fuck sake!” I thought to myself.  I tried to think about anything else, but as he placed my second foot back onto the ground, he started to pat me down, his warm, rough hands on my bare legs like he was feeling for something concealed under clothing that wasn’t there. 

He ran his hands up my calves, around my knees.  He paused. “Hey, you shave?” He asked. 

I shook my head.  What?  Shave?  Oh….. my legs……. “No sir” I replied, and I barely recognised my own voice. 

“Huh” he said as he ran his hands up above my knee.  “I guess you’re just a naturally smooth twink” 

I had heard that phrase before but as I stood here, a man’s hands on me, I couldn’t remember what that was and I couldn’t concentrate as I was trying to block the signals coming from his warm touch. My penis was very slowly, but very clearly getting bigger and I really needed to get that under control. 

His hands reached my thighs and I almost sighed out loud. He was smoothing them, touching, caressing. My breathing had become shallow, just tiny little breaths to keep me going, the sensations beginning to take over me.  It was like that time Henry and me had touched each other under the blankets at my birthday sleepover back when I was 16.  It was wrong, but it was good. 

Jesus Christ, it was good…..

“Put your legs together” he instructed, and I did, hoping it would hide my growing bulge.  “You made the mistake of hiding the contraband in your jeans, near your crotch, so I got to look in your ass”

He gripped the back of my briefs and tugged them, quickly bringing them down to the backs of my knees before I could think or respond. My cock was pulled down then allowed to spring free, and I blushed furiously. 

“Oh….er……” I sputtered, but no actual words came out and he ignored me anyway.  His hands were cupping my bottom, the warmth of his palms on my smooth buttocks.  

“Keep your damn hands on the table or I’ll have to bring in other officers to assist” he growled.  

I flushed red again. I was getting hot.  And starting to sweat.  I made sure both my hands were in contact with the steel table. I didn’t want anyone else in here to see this!

“I’m gonna pull these down and all the way off, because I need to check…..” He said. His voice sounded a little different. “Keep your hands where they are and stay bent over a little.” 

He slid my briefs all the way down my legs to my ankles.  He lifted one foot, then the other, until I was standing in this room completed naked, completely exposed. 

“Skinny little thing” he muttered.  “Push that bottom back for me.” Almost a whisper now. 

I did. It was an automatic response. I just needed to do what I was told and then I could get outta here, maybe. My back arched, my ass pushed back, everything on display.  I was hard now, unmistakably. I was starting to throb with the blood flow, which worse now it was free to stand upright. I just hoped he didn’t notice. 

The man’s hand snaked between my legs, under me, and he cupped my scrotum. It was gentle, gentle but firm in those rough, warming fingers. 

“Oh…..!” I exclaimed.  Fuck, I thought I might come. 

He moved his hand, feeling blindly, touching my erection from underneath. That almost made me come too. And now he knew I was rock hard. So, so hard, in fact, it almost hurt. 

“Exciting times” he said simply.  “Bend right over the table and bring your hands back behind you. You spread your cheeks for me while I look at your anus. Need to make certain there’s nothing up there”

I shuddered, but I was in too deep. I couldn’t refuse now, could I?  I definitely didn’t want dad here for this!!  I thought briefly about making it clear that I wasn’t hiding anything there, but I remembered that I had shoved the contraband down my jeans so it kinda made sense that he had to look. 

I leant right over, wincing as my chest touched the cold steel surface. I reached back slowly, not really knowing why I was complying, but knowing that I must.  I grabbed a handful of butt cheek in each hand, and I pulled them apart. Again, I wanted to say “There’s nothing there” but I couldn’t move my jaw and I knew he’d look anyway.    

I flinched when I heard the click of the flashlight going on. I flinched again when, a full minute later, his finger touched me right on my hole. 

“This place is outta lube, so we’re gonna make do. Sorry about that” he said. 

Again it took my stupid brain too long to process that. I heard him spit and then felt him smear the saliva on my hole before I realised what was happening.  By then, he was already pushing a thick, meaty digit into my opening. 

I went to say “hey” or something like that, to protest, but it came out like a pitchy little whimper.  He loudly cleared his throat in a way that made me think he meant “shut up”. I kept quiet after that and bit my lip as the man’s finger slid into me.  

It went in so easily. It amazed me.  I could feel it inside me, touching me where no-one had ever touched me before.  Even Henry never quite actually touched it, although he got pretty close. My cock was solid and I knew I had precum at the tip. I arched my hips, a totally involuntary action which seem to give him permission to push deeper. I sighed, I couldn’t help it. 

I had never even clenched….

“Young man, you’ve been bad.” He said. 

What was this, a fucking lecture….?  Now….?  Really…….?

“But if you look after me, I’ll look after you. Do you understand me?”

Look after him……?  What did that mean……? He pressed his finger down, against the wall of my rectum, pulling my anal ring open. I moaned a little at the sensation. 

“I said, if you look after me…. You know, let me punish you properly for your transgression….. then maybe I can let you go with just a warning.”

There was a long pause during which he lined up a second finger and gently slid it inside me.  He began twisting his wrist, digging those digits into me and relaxing my sphincter.  “You understand what I want from you, pretty boy…..?” He said, his voice dripping with lust. 

Suddenly I did understand.  The fog lifted in my head and the sun came out and I realised what this was. In a nanosecond I went from shocked, to scared, to disgusted…. And then my cock twitched and I felt the wet sensation from the precum drooling from the tip.  And then his fingers moved the tiniest amount. And then all I could feel was curiosity. 

What if he stuck three fingers in there?  What if he had something bigger?  Would it hurt?  Would I come?  Would he?  Would it hurt if he did……?

I already felt harder down there than I had ever felt. My balls felt simultaneously full and shrunken up inside me like a submissive little bitch. 

I heard Henry’s voice in my head. “I dare you……” 

“What do you mean?” I asked my voice quiet, almost a whisper. 

“You be a good boy for me and I’ll let you walk outta here. Simple - as - that.” He said, underscoring every word. 

He didn’t need to say any more. We both knew what being a good boy meant.  My heart was thumping in my chest. 

He started to push a third finger inside me and my ass ate it up, aching slightly at the level of stretching that was going on here, but it was okay. No, it was better than okay. It felt good. How come it didn’t hurt?  Was I ready?  I’d always been curious……

I remained silent. I sank down deeper onto the table and I pushed my ass out a little more.  Maybe it was imperceptible, I didn’t know, but that’s all I had.  I couldn’t speak. 

I stood there in the same position for I don’t know how long. Time lost all meaning as the man probed my hole, alternating between two and three wonderful fingers that sent waves of warm, sensuous energy washing over me.  I had simply never felt this good, or this naughty. 

I realised he had a closeup view of everything too, and that made me even more horny and sexy. 

Eventually my calf muscles started to twitch from standing like this for so long, under so much tension. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the fingers were withdrawn. They slid silently from my loosened hole, leaving me feeling wonderful but anxious about what would be next. 

I heard pants being unfastened.  I heard a heavy belt and keys hit the floor with a clatter.  Then I felt something hard and hot pushing against me.  There was urgency. I made a noise, trying to say “calm down” but it made no difference. He surged forward, too turned on and worked up to control himself.  He was in a big hurry to be inside me, to grasp this opportunity to fuck a submissive twinky boy and he wasn’t going to let my comfort get in the way. 

The head of his dick tore into me and I cried out. It was so much more than the fingers, so much bigger. It hurt, and I thought for a second that I was being split in two. 

He reached forward and put his hand over my mouth, shoved his dirty fingers between my lips, pulling my cheek and exploring like he had before. 

And he didn’t stop.  He didn’t slow down.  He ploughed forward.  He pushed, grabbing my hips with his free hand for purchase as he bottomed out inside me, in as far as the hilt. I felt my guts being rearranged, my hole being stretched. I felt the head burrowed deep in places that felt uncomfortable. 

I stated to cry, to protest, but he didn’t want that. He grabbed my briefs and roughly shoved them into my mouth, his fingers pushing them in while he growled at me, and then thrust again. My cries muffled, he thrust some more, having me, fucking me, ripping my virginity from me. 

His hands were all over my young body. He wanted it all, to touch, feel, caress and explore while he thrust-thrust-thrust. My mind drifted. My body was the object of his passion and I knew it.  I was given over to him, to be used by him to buy my freedom, but all the while I was sinking beneath the waves of pleasure, passion and lust. I embraced the pain and the discomfort.  I started pushing back more.  I found myself wanting more. My cock wanted it.  Harder!  Faster!  Fuck me!  Hurt me!  Do it more!  

Oh god, what was happening to me?

Even the pain and discomfort was a curious pain. Unlike anything I had felt before, I wanted to push the boundaries, to see how much of it I could take, because at the brink of it, it felt somehow good, and bad, and thrilling. I need to be at the brink at all the time, like standing on the edge of a cliff. 

My balls were heavy and my dick bursting with pressure.  He started to hump harder and harder, pulling out further, pushing in more. The sensation of his hard flesh slipping and sliding into me…. My eyes crossed and I started to cry out with every thrust. But I was no longer crying with pain, not pain alone anyway, but lust and passion too. 

Too noisy, even with my underwear roughly shoved in my mouth. He placed a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back.  He gripped my hip with the other hand.  Then he fucked, like really screwed me like I was his bitch. 

I couldn’t believe how deep he was inside me.  I couldn’t believe the sliding sensation as his cock pulled almost all the way out.  I couldn’t believe how fast it was happening.  I felt light headed, like I might pass out, but I wanted to remain here and I wanted more, more, more! 

I was lost in the noise, the slapping of his flesh on mine, the wet sounds from my teenage boy hole, and musty smells of sex and sweat, and whatever hormonal drug was being pumped around my body by a heart that was going ten times quicker than normal. 

Suddenly, without any warning, my cock shot huge spurts of come. It was never ending!  I came and came and came….. I almost screamed with agony and pleasure. Then I felt him thrust into me with a roughness that he had not achieved before. His cock seemed to pulse and throb and he thrust and then everything felt wet.  He was coming.  He was filling up my insides with his juices.  It was hot, a wet heat, and I could feel him pumping inside me, and I whimpered.  

He growled an animal sound, almost feral, all the way in, a few twitching, final thrusts to eek the last drops of salty juice from his balls.  I was breathing heavily through my nose and he whipped the underwear from my mouth, letting me gulp down air. I was sweating, hot, hotter than I had ever been. And I was covered in my own cum. 

He began to pull out.  He did it slowly, watching as his big meaty cock, now going soft, was pulled from my cunt. His cunt. Yeah it was his now. 

The head popped out, leaving me gaping. I knew.  I could feel how open I was. Another new sensation. 

He used my underwear, damp from my saliva, to clean up the leaking juices. Then I felt him stuffing the fabric inside me. I sighed.  I didn’t have the strength to protest or stop him.  I hadn’t the strength or control left in my sphincter to close it up, either. 

It was uncomfortable as he used his fingers to push my briefs inside me. Unpleasant, uncomfortable, and completely thrilling. It was one of those things that was all wrong, but which sent my pulse racing again. 

When it was done he slapped my bottom. “Something to make you remember me when you get home. Something to soak up my cum, so you won’t be leaking all the way back to your house.” He said in a cheery way. He ran his hands around down there, a final bit of groping and touching before he pulled up his pants.  

“Stay there. I’ll be back” and he left the room, locked it behind him. I remained where I was, not yet able to trust my numb muscles. When he got back he had wipes, tissues, and a bottle of water.  He had me stand, had me drink. He cleared up my cum and any remaining mess. 

I could feel my briefs inside me, a little piece of them still poking out from my hole. It was an uncomfortable but hot reminder of what had gone down here. 

He dressed me like I was a child. He made me wear a pair of the girl’s panties I had attempted to steal along with my jeans and t-shirt. When I was fully dressed, my own briefs lodged inside me still, he combed my hair with his fingers. 

“Now you look presentable again. Like nothing ever happened.” He said with a grin. 

I looked at him, at his face, not able to say anything beyond mewing noises. 

“I’m going to let you and your friend go. You paid your debt, you dirty little boy” he said. How come the word “dirty” thrilled me so much. My groin fizzed again and my eyes went wide at that.  “I won’t tell him. And I won’t call your father. But no more stealing.” 

With that he turned and walked to the door, unlocked it, and ushered me through. 

We fetched Henry, and he and I were escorted out through a side door.  We walked half-way home before either of us spoke. 

“You….. you okay?” He asked me. 

“Yeah why?” I said, angrily.  He’d interrupted my daydream, reliving that big dick buried deep in my guts.  It wasn’t hard to imagine, with the sensation of my briefs where they were. 

“I just…. Wanted to make sure.  Did he search you?” 

I gulped.  I couldn’t give details, I didn’t want to, so I lied. “Just frisked me, that’s all” I said. 

“Cool.  I was worried he might…. You know…. Go further…..” 

“Jeez Henry….” I said. “You can’t do stuff like that without one of our parents present.” The master bluff.

“Oh… y-yeah” he stammered. 

Another few minutes went by, and Henry spoke again. “You’re kinda walking funny. You sure you’re…..”

“Fuck’s sake, Henry. I’m okay.” I shot at him. “I just twisted a muscle or something. Probably due to trying to stop myself shitting in my pants because of your fucking stupid dare!”

Here looked away and I felt bad for snapping at him. It wasn’t his fault. If anything it was mine. But I was suddenly conscious to walk more upright, not stick my ass out so much, keep my legs closed. 

After another pause we made up, agreed to never to be so stupid again, and went our separate ways home. As soon as I got to my place I rushed to the bathroom and spent a while lubing my hole with spit so I could pull my underwear from my rectum.  They were soaked in cum and ass juices and they were ruined. I discreetly wrapped them and threw them in the trash so no-one would see them. 

My hole was sore, my cock ached, and for two days straight my guts felt like I had been beaten up. But I jerked off four times a day while I waited for my body to recover. 

Epilogue:

It only took three days. Three short days before I was standing talking to the woman at the counter. She radioed and the man had come to see what was going on. 

“This is the boy” she said. 

He looked at me, an eyebrow raised, not sure what to expect. 

“This boy?” He asked. 

“Yes, sir.  He says he’s got information about a gang who’re organising a shoplifting run through here…..”

I looked at the man. Would he get it?  Would he understand?  

The man looked at me, met my gaze. “I guess you better come back with me, son.” He said. “You can tell me what you know.” There was a long, uncomfortable pause. 

“I’ll take down everything.” He said eventually, emphasising that last part, and I shuddered with the sexual thrill that arced up my spine. 

“Please….” I said. 

I had to have more. He’d lit a fire in me and it wasn’t out from just one go.  I needed more.  My hole needed more attention. I needed him to call me son, to call me boy, to tell me I was naughty and I needed to be punished. 

He did all those things and more. He lay me on my back as he thrust his member into me.  He bit my nipples, kissed me, touched my cock and jerked me off while his own dick pumped cum inside me. 

He put me over his knee and spanked me, hard, and then he did it all over again, this time making me clean his dick with his mouth as he sent his juices down the back of my throat. 

As he was dressing me I knew I’d be back again. And again. I told him so. 

He looked up and me and nodded. “Friday at 7pm. Meet me in the car park. Tell your father you’ll be home late. Make sure you flush out your insides because I’m going to do everything to you.” He emphasised the word “everything” and my knees almost gave way. 

But that’s a story for another day. 

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