Elliot walks as quietly as possible up the stairs. He even glides his hand on the metal banister softly. He looks to the parking lot behind him and makes sure that there’s no one there. It’s the middle of the work day, and this complex is usually pretty empty. He’s been by here several times.

He turns back to face the stairs. Almost there. He nearly tip toes up the last few steps. The package that was delivered is right at the front door. Now, he’s gotta be as quick and efficient as possible. He’s got his hoodie up and makes sure he’s only letting a sliver of his face show beneath it’s shadow. Without making a second thought, he casually walks up to the door, but with a brisk pace. He kneels down and is about two pick up the package.

Then, doors open. Several doors. He immediately gets up as a small jolt runs through his system. He doesn’t put his hands in his pockets, just walks forward, acting as normal as he can. He’s got his head down and not looking around him. He’s about to make it to the other side of this floor when someone steps in his way.

Elliot looks up and sees a guy looking directly back at him. He nods and smiles with a genuine “how-are-you” kind of expression.

“Going somewhere?” the gentleman asks, arching his eyebrow and while holding a glint in his eyes.

Elliot nods again and turns around. He’s stopped by a group of other men all standing in his way. All the doors to their apartments open.

“Gentleman,” he says, nodding his head. He attempts to continue walking forward when one of them puts their hand on his chest.

“Okay, ugh, now I, ugh, I don’t want any trouble,” Elliot says, putting his hands up defensively.

“Three times,” he hears someone behind him say.

He turns around to face whoever said that. “Excuse me?”

“Three times, “ another one of the men say beside him.

“Three times you’ve been here,” the guy who he was about to take the package from says. “You probably didn’t realize we installed a camera system.”

Elliot puts his hands up, again. “Okay, look, I’m, um, I’m sorry.”

“We’re not gonna call the police,” another one of the guys say.

Elliot has a sigh of relief.

“But we wanna make sure you remember….”

“Not to do this to anyone else,” another one of the guys continues.

“Take your hoodie down,” one of the other guys demands.

Elliot moves his hands up to his head. He stops a few times, unsure if he should. But ultimately slides it off his head. His dark, brown hair springing forward as the material of the hoodie slips past it. When the light hits his face, a smooth, white face comes into view, made softly masculine with the malleable edge of his jawline.

“Okay,” the guy who he was going to steal the package from says, walking up to him with this menacing swagger. Elliot backs away a little, terrified that he’s about to get beat down. “So, there’s something I want you to realize,” the guy says, still walking up to him with methodical steps, “you’re outnumbered by a group of guys all made witness to you attempting to break the law. Which means, you don’t have a leg to stand on.” The guy stops right up to Elliot. His face directly close with only a sliver of space between them. “You get me?” the guy says.

A swallow of air suddenly envelops up through Elliot’s throat. He nods his head yes.

The guy only keeps staring him down. His eyes made sharp and pointed, focusing all their attention on Elliot. Then, the silence is interrupted when the guy says, “Strip.”

Elliot looks around to all the menacing stares and smiles nervously.

“Excuse me?” he says with a lilt in his voice.

“You heard him,” one of the other guys say. “Get those clothes off…. unless you want us to take ’em off for you.”

Elliot looks down while shuffling his right foot. He then crosses his arms as he moves them down. Grabbing hold of the bottom of his hoodie, he pulls up. It slides up the red shirt. He stretches the front of his body outward while lifting his head up. The draw strings tap against his cheeks as he moves the hoodie away from his face. He moves his arms back down and lets the hoodie drop to the floor. The red shirt Elliot’s got underneath clings tight to his physique. He crosses his arms in the same fashion and starts crawling his fingers upward, pulling the material of his red shirt underneath them. At first a sliver of his milky white, toned stomach shows. It extends up to his naval and then his upper chest. He pulls up and quickly, his nipples show atop his hairless chest. Once he has the red shirt off, he drops that to the floor too. Elliot sighs with a shudder in his voice as he reaches for the belt and begins to unbuckle it. While he’s doing that, he digs at the heel of one loafer and pulls it off his foot. Then the other. He’s already got the belt undone and his pants unbuttoned once he’s got his loafers off, revealing white socks. He pulls up the head of his zipper and then glides it down. The jagged sound of his pants splitting open trembles into his lower abdomen as a small fragment of his white briefs show. Elliot hooks his thumbs into his pants and just pushes down once and the pants fall halfway down, fully exposing white boxer briefs.

At this point, one of the guys whistle and the others laugh. This makes Elliot blush a little and feel even more exposed. He steps out of the pants and lets them fall to the floor while standing back up.

The main guy points down and says, “Socks.”

Keeping eye contact with him while holding his perturbed expression, Elliot slides his socks off.

He, again, stands back up.

The main guy arches his eyebrow and then says, “Sorry, man. We really want you to remember, this, so those are gonna have to come off, too.” He points right at Elliot’s briefs.

Elliot gapes his mouth open and says, “C’mon guys, I’ve learned my lesson, truly.”

“Take ’em off, dude,” another guys. “We’re not opposed to taking another guy’s underwear off by force.”

Elliot puts one hand in front of his crotch area and with the other hand, digs his thumb into the waistband of his briefs. They come down sideways, showing half of his ass and even beneath his covering hand, his thick bush can still be seen unfurling and springing right up. He exchanges hands and, while still covering the front of him, he digs into the other side and bends down. His firm, bare ass rising up in the air. The tip of his head dangles underneath his fingertips as he steps out of his last layer of clothing.

He stands back up and uses both hands to cover himself.

The main guy steps back and holds his hand out to a patio chair next to his front door.

“Have a seat,” he says.

Elliot looks around at all the guys looking at him and his now bare body. He holds his head down while firmly holding his hands up to his cock. He turns around and sits down. He’s rigid in how he sits, not even laying his back against the back of the patio chair.

He notices the guys all looking at each other and he doesn’t like the kinds of expressions they’re exchanging. As if the main guy knows exactly what they’re all thinking, he looks back to Elliot, holding this really smug expression.

“Listen, dude. We want to make sure you don’t do this again. So, here’s what we’re gonna have you do. One of us is gonna be standing guard, so don’t think of trying anything. Nod if you understand.”

Elliot nods.

“Good, okay. You’re gonna be our little greeter, today. But, we need you to be more comfortable than that.”

Elliot turns his head to the side while eyeing the main guy suspiciously. “What do you mean by… comfortable?”

“Go ahead and lean back.”

Elliot does, still looking at the main guy and still covering himself.

“Okay, now why don’t you go ahead and rest your hands behind your head?”

Elliot almost scoffs. But then lifts his hands up while squeezing his legs together. He lifts up his arms, his pit hairs extending in full view, laying across his the smooth muscles of his of his lower biceps. He rests his head on his hands.

“I don’t think that looks all that comfortable,” one of the guys say. “Do any of you?”

They all shake their head no.

The main guy looks down at Elliot’s crotch, which makes him more self-conscious.

“Go ahead and spread those legs apart.”

Elliot roles his eyes and parts his lips in this exasperated motion. He then begins parting his legs. His bush that was peeking above the compression of his inner thighs comes spurring up through the flesh of his legs. Then the shaft peeks upward, the escaping light exposing the smoothness of his dick. Eventually the indentations of skin underneath the rim of his circumcised cock shows. Then, finally, the bulbous head, the color of a pale red, comes into full view. The slit can be seen at the tip with a fleshy shadow of his balls underneath.

“Good. Good work. Okay, young man, you’re gonna stay just like that for the rest of the day. Understand?”

Elliot’s eyes arch worryingly.

“Hey, bet you’ll never try this again, huh?”

Elliot sighs as he prepares to be greeting many people with his fully nude physique. It’s gonna be a long day.