I was out in the garden naked as usual and feeling extremely horny I'd just stroked myself to a very pleasant orgasm when I heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the lane. With semen still dripping from my penis I walked down towards the house and watched as an unfamiliar car approached and turned into the farm yard, it was 10am and I certainly wasn't expecting visitors. I began to feel a little nervous and for the first time in a long while I felt vulnerable about being naked, yet at the same time a feeling of excitement stirred from within.
The car stopped about 50 feet away from me and I could see that there were three occupants, two men in the front and a woman sitting in the back. All three were sitting and staring at me as if waiting for me to move. After a short while they emerged from the vehicle and as they approached me, I was very conscious of the semen dripping from the end of my penis. The woman led the group with the two men following close behind her, all three were dressed very formally and look like officials of some sort, this heightened both my nervousness and excitement.
As the woman approached me the expression of disgust on her face was clear, she quite obviously wasn't impressed at my state of undress, and I got the impression I was in trouble. She was a tall woman with short blonde hair, quite attractive with a rather familiar face; her colleagues behind her were both equally tall and looked at me expressionless. The woman spoke first.
"I am Detective Sergeant Golding and my colleagues are DC Wilson and DC Buchanan," as she said this she held out an ID card to confirm who she was.
I didn't reply and just stared at the three of them feeling very conscious of my nudity and the fact that my penis was shrinking rapidly. DS Golding looked me up and down with a further look of disgust.
"Perhaps you would like to put on some clothes sir," she said rather disdainfully.
I shook my head nervously.
"No I'm fine like this," I said rather shakily.
As the words came out of my mouth I wasn't at all sure that I actually meant it. The exhibitionist in me was taking control.
After confirming my identity DS Golding suggested we go inside, I declined and pointed to the garden chairs and table.
"Over there, I prefer to be outdoors," I said.
The four of us made our way over and sat down at the garden table.
"Is there something I can help you with," I said still a little shakily.
"We are investigating reports of a naked man who has been exposing himself to women in the local countryside and on the beaches," said one of the men.
"You wouldn't know anything about this would you," said his colleague, "We know that the local police sergeant has had reason to talk to you on two occasions and he suggested we visit you."
I shook my head.
"I'm sorry I know nothing about it," I said a little unconvincingly, "I am strictly a private nudist and keep myself to myself, as I explained to Sergeant Buchan."
The woman raised an eyebrow and looked at me quizzically.
"So you never venture naked outside your own property or anywhere in public," she said, in a manner which made me think she didn't believe me.
I shook my head in response and wondered where this was leading, particularly as my nude lifestyle was almost public knowledge in the area. The three of them looked at me in silence, then DS Golding spoke.
"Well we need to jog your memory a little back at the police station in Docherty," she said.
I started to protest but in a moment her two male colleagues had taken me by the arms and as I stood in front of DS Golding they handcuffed my wrists behind my back. The feeling of total exposure as the woman looked at me caused a stir of excitement and I felt my penis starting to stiffen.
Sitting naked in the back of a police car with my wrists handcuffed behind my back was an uncomfortable experience and reminded me of the previous occasion many years ago. I was more than a little concerned that I hadn't been given the opportunity to put some clothes on before being cuffed, even though I had initially declined to dress. I was beginning to wonder just what was in store for me, particularly the matter of me being taken into the Police Station naked. Next to me was DS Golding, looking very prim and proper and occasionally glancing at me with a look of disgust and then making a point of staring directly at my penis which was fully erect. The effects of the vibration of the car as we traveled down the rather rough surface of the lane and the feeling of being totally exposed meant my penis was fully erect and was attracting further looks of disgust from DS Golding.
We traveled in silence heading towards Docherty and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get my penis to go down, in fact quite the opposite was happening and it was getting harder as the head was pushing out and forcing back the foreskin. The effect of this was to keep me rock hard and soon precum was oozing from the tip. This had not escaped the attention of DS Golding and she was spending more and more time staring at my swollen penis, in fact at one point I could have sworn that she licked her lips.
We were about two miles outside the village when unexpectedly the car started to slow down and we turned right off the main road heading in a direction away from Docherty. I glanced at DS Golding next to me.
"Where are we going," I asked with an edge of concern in my voice.
She smiled at me.
"We thought we might jog your memory a little," she said.
Shit, I thought to myself, these people are serious, and as I looked ahead along the road I had a pretty good idea as to our destination. A few minutes later we turned into the car park at Red Deer Wood and as it was a Saturday morning there were quite a few cars already parked, none of which I immediately recognised. I had no idea what the Police were intending to do or how they intended to 'jog' my memory but it was either going to excite me or scare the living shit out of me, either way I would soon find out.
Chapter 28: Humiliation
The Detective Constable parked the car at the far end away from the other vehicles and very close to the path I had frequently used before, it was as if they knew exactly where to bring me. DS Golding turned to me as the DC got out and opened the door next to me.
"OK get out," she said rather sternly.
My penis had softened due to my nervousness and it flopped as I struggled out of the car and stood up facing the DC. DS Golding walked around the rear of the car and stood facing me, for the first time since we met she smiled and looked down at my shrunken penis.
"Not quite so cocky now are we," she said.
I grinned and shrugged my shoulders.
"It's the fresh air," I said rather unconvincingly as the warm sun bathed my naked body.
"What now?" I asked.
DS Golding indicated that I was to walk along the path into the woods, something I had done naked on many occasions but never in the company of the Police.
"As we said we are going to jog your memory, perhaps find a few witnesses to your escapades," she said.
I started to walk along the path, followed by DS Golding, and the other two a short distance behind her. Walking with my hands cuffed behind my back made me feel very exposed, particularly since the head of my penis was still fully exposed with the foreskin pulled back; I wasn't exactly in a position to do anything about it unless someone offered to do it for me, which was unlikely.
I walked cautiously fully expecting to meet someone on the path ahead, as I approached a bend I slowed down only to be slapped on my bare bum by DS Golding who urged me to keep on going. The slap actually felt nice and my penis stirred appreciatively in response, although I am certain that was not what was intended.
As I rounded the bend the path lay straight for about 50 yards and ahead I could see a young couple walking towards me with their dog. I stopped and immediately I got another slap on my bum to keep going, I felt totally unprotected as I walked towards the couple who had now stopped on the path and were watching me. I was feeling just a little concerned about what the dog might do, particularly as I was not able to afford my genitals any protection. The couple were about 10 yards ahead of me when DS Golding instructed me to stop; both the man and the woman stared at me intently and must have been wondering what kind of strange entourage they had come across. As I stood facing them DS Golding walked past me and approached the couple, taking out her ID and introducing herself as she did so. The woman was smiling and kept glancing at me as DS Golding explained to them both that they had just arrested me for exposing myself in the woods and they were seeking witnesses, I couldn't believe my ears, this was a blatant lie and stunk of a set up just to get me convicted. I was just about to say my piece when the two policemen behind me each put a hand on my shoulder to restrain me and told me to stay quiet.
DS Golding turned to me and beckoned me to approach the group, the two DC's released me and I walked over with my penis swinging gently. I faintly recognised the woman who was obviously enjoying my display; her male companion wasn't quite so amused and stared at me in obvious disgust.
"Do either of you recognise this man," she asked them both.
The man shook his head, all the time avoiding any eye contact with me or my genitals, the woman on the other hand gave a big smile.
"Oh yes I recognise him, he is the male nude model from our WI art class," she proclaimed as she looked me up and down.
I remembered now, she was one of the quiet ones at the back who spent most of the session giggling with her friend. I never actually saw what she painted but I suspected it was more pornographic than fine art.
"I see, and have either of you seen him around the woods here today," the policewoman asked.
The man looked at me in disgust and then to my complete surprise and horror made a completely false statement.
"Yes I saw him skulking around behind the bushes back there, obviously playing with himself; bloody pervert."
I was speechless, it was all I could do to shake my head and as I looked at DS Golding she smiled at me.
