Chapter 3: You Caught A Thief

Christopher clung on to Lewis for some time as he came back to earth. Then he lifted his head, looked at him and said, ‘Wow, that was amazing, I’ve got a lot to learn haven’t I.’

Lewis just smiled at him, stood up and returned to the end of the settee. As Christopher lay down with his head back on Lewis’s lap, he felt so happy. When Lewis put a hand on his head and massaged it gently, he enjoyed it.

When Lewis rested his other hand flat over his soft spent cock he loved it. He could have happily laid there all night. ‘Ok,’ Lewis said, ‘You can’t get any more relaxed with me now. Start at the very beginning and tell me everything that happened at work.’

Jolted back to reality, all his happiness drained away and Christopher felt sad and frightened. But that feeling only lasted moments. ‘I’m here with Lewis,’ he thought to himself. ‘He will sort everything out and I’ll start a new life afterwards.’

He gave a sigh and began. ‘I’d worked happily at the supermarket for nine months,’ he said. ‘Then two months ago the manager and his assistant were sent to another branch to sort out some problems.’

‘A new manager and an assistant manager arrived and took over. I didn’t take to either of them, but for the first couple of weeks it was no problem. Work continued as normal, and I didn’t see a lot of them anyway. I heard other members of staff say they weren’t struck on them either.’

‘Then the following week on the Tuesday I was doing a late shift and had gone out to my car for my break time snack. I was parked directly behind the store as did most staff when they worked evenings. As I walked over to my car, I saw the assistant manager and a stranger loading a van with boxes from a trolley.’

‘They clearly hadn’t seen or heard me approach and they were parked next but one to my car. As I got near, I saw the driver of the van hand the assistant manager what looked like a wad of cash. But other than noticing them, I thought nothing of it. I got the snack, and as I closed my car door with a bang, they realised I was there.’

‘The assistant manager came over and demanded to know what I was doing there. ‘I forgot to take my break snack in with me,’ I told him, ‘I’ve just come to get it from my car.’ He didn’t seem to believe me, even though I showed him my pack of food.’

‘Well as you’re here,’ he said, ‘You can take this trolley back in for me.’ ‘Ok,’ I said, ‘I didn’t mind, and he was the assistant manager anyway. I took hold of the empty trolley and started pulling it back towards the store.’

‘I heard the van driving away and glanced back. The assistant manager was just standing there on his phone. I pulled the trolley back inside and intended taking it back to the storage area where I knew trolleys like that were kept.’

‘As I went inside, the manager came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I explained what had happened.’ ‘We’ve noticed a lot of stock going missing lately,’ he told me, ‘I think I’ve just caught you after taking a load out for someone to take away.’

‘I denied it naturally, and then I remembered what I’d seen. I told him about the van and thinking I’d seen the assistant manager being handed a bundle of cash. ‘That’s a very serious accusation,’ he said, ‘You’d better come with me.’

‘He led the way through to his office and told me to sit down. Then the assistant manager came in a moment later. He told him what I had said. To my amazement, the assistant manager told him that he had followed me when he’d seen me taking a trolley full of stock outside.’

‘He took it to a van in the car park and I watched him help the driver load it up,’ he said, ‘Then the driver paid him and left. I didn’t try and stop them because there were two of them. I followed Christopher back in, saw you bringing him in here and followed you in.’

‘Well, what do you have to say to that?’ the manager asked me. ‘It’s not true Mr Worth,’ I told him, ‘It happened just as I told you.’ ‘When you catch a thief, they’ll say anything to get out of it.’ Harold the assistant manager said glaring at me.’

‘Ok, Harold, I’ll deal with this.’ Mr Worth said. Harold gave me another glare and remained silent. ‘Well, you are in a lot of trouble.’ Mr Worth said. ‘I will have to call the police shortly and have you arrested. I’ve worked with Harold for a long time, so I believe his version. I’m sure the police will too, he’s been with the firm for years.’

‘Have you done this sort of thing before?’ he asked me. ‘No, never.’ I said, ‘I didn’t do it today either.’ ‘Well, if it’s your first time you might be lucky and only get a year in prison.’ he told me. ‘Why don’t you just admit it, I’m sure the court will go easier with you if you do.’ ‘But it isn’t my first time,’ I said, ‘I haven’t done anything, so why would I admit that I did it?’ I like working here, please don’t fire me for something I haven’t done.’

‘I don’t want to act in haste,’ Mr Worth said, ‘But I could lose my own job if I didn’t do anything. You both say the van driver handed you a wad of money, do you both still stick to that?’ ‘Yes.’ I said, followed by Harold. ‘So, if that’s true, one of you should still have that cash on you.’ he said. ‘Christopher, are you prepared to let me give you a thorough search?’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Please do.’ ‘Harold, how about you?’ he asked. ‘Yes, it’s fine with me.’ he said.’

‘Let’s see if this solves the problem then,’ he said. He put two chairs about three feet apart facing him. ‘Go and sit on a chair each.’ he ordered. Once we were seated, he told us both to empty everything out of our pockets onto the floor in front of us.’

‘We did, and he knelt down and searched through everything with both of us watching him. ‘Theres nothing there,’ he said, ‘Would you both agree neither of you had it in your pockets?’ ‘Yes.’ Harold replied and I had to agree. ‘Ok, stand up, take your tops off and drop them in front of you.’ he ordered.’

‘We both did. As you said earlier, I had worked for years stripped to the waist. But in here under those circumstances, I felt a bit embarrassed. He picked up my top first, felt all over it and turned it inside out. He seemed to be doing it so that we could both see clearly what he was doing.’

‘Then he did the same with Harolds. ‘Ok, take your shoes off next.’ he instructed. We both kicked them off. He picked them up and looked inside them. Then he told us to lift a foot up in turn. He went along in front of us and felt over each sock in turn.’

‘Ok, trousers next.’ he ordered. ‘I don’t think we should be doing this.’ I said feeling very shy. ‘What are you hiding?’ he said, ‘Harold didn’t hesitate.’ I looked to my side and sure enough there was Harold standing there in nothing but a pair of bright yellow shorts and his socks.’

‘As he threw his trousers on the floor in front of him, I felt I had no choice. I took mine off and did the same. Mr Worth picked Harolds up, felt all over them, turned them inside out then passed them to me. ‘Check them yourself.’ he said. I did and found nothing.’

‘Then he picked my trousers up and did the same. ‘Nothing.’ Harold said. ‘Ok, someone must have it if it actually exists.’ he said, ‘Right shorts please.’ ‘No way.’ I told him. Mr Worth turned to Harold who pulled his shorts off and stood there naked.’

‘He passed his shorts over and Mr worth checked them, turned them inside out and dropped them on top of the rest of his clothes. Even in the state I was in I couldn’t help but notice that Harolds cock was only half the size of mine.’

‘They both looked at me, Harold standing facing me completely at ease. ‘Well, it seems you are the only one hiding something.’ Mr Worth said. ‘I’ll ring the police whilst you get dressed. I’m sure they’ll do a strip search of you in the cell anyway. I felt terrible but I took my shorts off and handed them to him.’