Try to Reason.

When the female officer came upon the float I covered myself with my hands as best as I could as she hoisted her way up the float holding her badge up to my face. She had curly brown hair and dark eyes while wearing the standard black police uniform.

"Officer Rothwell on scene. Sir, I'm going to have to arrest you for indecent exposure."

My heart hammered in panic. My worst fears were coming into fruition. "Officer please! This was all a HUGE misunderstanding. I definitely didn't intend for anything like this to happen."

"Are you carrying **** on you?" She asked.

"What?"

"Usually when I find naked guys flaunting their business on the streets they're hopped up on something. Now, answer the question: 'are you carrying any ****?'"

"No! No! I would never!" I shook my head profusely.

"I will have to see for myself, hands up sir."

My blood ran cold, "Um...can I just..."

"I'll ask you again, hands up!"

"Oh come on! You can clearly tell I'm not carrying anything!"

"I'll be the judge of that, now I'm going to ask you one last time sir, HANDS UP!"

"...But..."

She reached for her gun and my hands immediately flew up into the air. My whole manhood was once again on display for the jumbotron and an entire city full of cheering people. All the heat and blood in my body rushed to my face as officer Rothwell stepped toward me taking in the sight of my nakedness with interest. The first thing she did was remove my seashell necklace. Not like it covered anything but it was a reminder that I was now totally and completely naked in front of this woman and the entire city. She inspected it for a moment to see if there was some kind of hidden compartment. When she found nothing, she tossed it aside and I was almost relieved, thinking that she would end it right there and I could cover up again. I was wrong.

"Alright, step forward." Rothwell ordered. I took a shaky step toward her and she placed her hands on my elbows; sliding her palms down my arms and to my sides. I involuntarily shivered at her touch, it felt a bit ticklish. She rested her hands on my hips for a moment before she knelt down, leaving her at eye-level with my penis.

My voice trembled, "Uh...hah...uh...as you can see, you don't have to..."

"Quiet now! This frisking is standard procedure. Now let me finish doing my job." She never once looked up at my face. She kept eyeing my dick as she spoke. She then placed her hands on my right thigh and gently slid them up and down as if looking for pockets she already knew weren't there. To make matters worse, her sultry touching was causing a stir in my lower extremities. I shut my eyes tightly trying to fight off the beginnings of an erection as well as the mortification. Her hands lowered and she began to stroke my calf as my junior started to grow a little bit more length. Noticing the increasing size of the meat before her, Rothwell slid one hand right up the inside of my leg and cupped my sac. My eyes snapped open wide to the sudden sensation to my scrotum. Before me, I saw the street full of people entranced by the scene of the naked man being groped on the parade float. My face somehow managed to turn even redder and these weren't even half the people who can see me naked right now. Officer Rothwell gave my balls a couple gentle squeezes before she began to play with them like baoding orbs. My pole stiffened to a 45 degree angle so that the head was but an inch away from her red lips. I glanced downward in order to look away from my all too adoring public and caught the faint hint of a smile on Rothwell's face.

By the time she moved on to my other leg my johnson was officially pointing skyward at full mast. I kept praying for the world to just swallow me up right then and there. When Rothwell moved her hands off of me, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. My shoulders sagged a bit, feeling stiff after being held up for what felt like hours even though it couldn't have been more than a couple minutes. Still, I was relieved that I was finally done. "Alright now, turn around so I can inspect the back." Okay, maybe I wasn't quite finished.

With a groan, I spun around and faced the other side of the street that was just as packed as the one behind me. There was a spread of applause as my now fully erect member waved at them from my turn. I tried to look away from their amused expression but my eyes only found the scene on the jumbotron. My privates were now prominently displayed on the screen in a close-up shot. Whoever was working the camera for that giant monitor clearly didn't find anything more interesting in the parade apart from my engorged member. The picture on the screen was adjusted and then readjusted until my junk was perfectly framed before the entire city. The picture rested on my cock for a few seconds before it steadily zoomed out to get another full body shot of me. The camera panned up and down while zooming in on my face, pecs, and dick so anybody watching would be able to know for sure what this naked man before them looked like up close, how humiliated he was, and how big his dick was.

Kill me now. Oh good lord, just kill me now! Were the only thoughts going through my head right about now.

Standing there with my hands still up above my head, I foolishly let myself think that things couldn't possibly get worse. But officer Rothwell wasn't done with her inspection. She continued to frisk me by starting with my ankles and working her way higher by sliding her hands upward along my legs until they rested on my butt.

I felt a light squeeze and I couldn't help but flinch comedically before the spectators. Laughter emerged from the crowd once again and my eyes were beginning to water from the humiliation of it all. After a few more squeezes, Rothwell glided her glided her touch up my back muscles, across my neck, and then my shoulders. I had to suppress a laugh of my own as her ticklish fingers slid across my pits as her hands circled my torso and onto my pecs. I felt her breasts press into my back as she began to play with my nipples. This was no longer anywhere close to a frisking, it was now about pure enjoyment for her now. But what can I do? She was the cop and I was the naked guy who exposed himself to an entire city, I didn't have much to work with here...unlike Rothwell. As she pinched and pulled at my nipples I now had three parts of my body that were rock hard and jutting out. Goosebumps emerged from my skin as she started to kneel down again; her hands slid down my abs and onto my raging boner. The fingers of her left hand slowly caressed my shaft before they lightly pinched the head of my prick while her right hand fondled my balls. On the jumbotron, you could easily see several drops of my precum drizzle down onto her fingers. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from coming right there and then on the screen. Her right hand shifted around my waist and groped my buttocks once again. That's when I felt a finger shoot right up my bunghole.

"Whoa! Oh! Ah! What...?!" I cried out as the officer violated my orifice.

"Gotta check to see if you are hiding those **** up here. You'd be surprised how many criminals have balloons filled with cocaine stuffed up those asses. Normally, I don't do this without gloves but there is no time to waste and you look pretty clean down there." I couldn't even bark out a protest as I was hollering from the strangeness of having my anus probed. When she was finally finished, she pulled out her finger and stepped back. "Alright, all done."

"Oh, thank God!" I was panting heavily as I lowered my arms. As I rubbed my stiff shoulders I came to the realizations that somewhere during Rothwell's frisking I had begun to sweat. Whether it was from the outdoor heat from the sun or the stress of being publicly molested, the perspiration made my bare muscles glisten in the bright sunlight. I noticed I was still the center of attention on the jumbotron but before I had the chance to cover myself up, Officer Rothwell grabbed me by the wrist.

"Put your hands behind your back sir." She maneuvered my arms while pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

"Wha--but I don't have any ****!" I yelled.

"There's still the matter of the whole public indecency thing stud." She gestured at my naked body.

I couldn't argue with that. I probably should have ran when I had the chance earlier but now it was too late. She cuffed my wrists behind my back making it impossible for me to cover up. My erection was still going strong as it bobbed up and down while Rothwell shuffled me off the float and onto the hot pavement of the street. She kept a hand on my bicep as I padded closer to the sidewalk where my adoring audience awaited me with catcalls and camera phones. I swallowed and blushed wondering if this torment was ever going to end.

"Hold on a minute!" A distant voice called out. Both Rothwell and I turned to see who was approaching...