Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:32:55 +0100 (BST)
From: Story Plotter <seriouslyspanked@yahoo.ie>
Subject: Step This Way

This story is a work of fiction and contains adult themes. You should be
sure that downloading and reading this story is legal in the jurisdiction
in which you are accessing the file.

This is my first story for a while and the first I have ever written on
this type of theme. The inspiration for it, no surprise, is a guy who's
kinks and interests have really captured my imagination. I hope to be able
to get to know more of them and, if I'm very lucky, live a couple of them
out. If I do, with a bit of luck, this won't be the last story!

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it, though if
I'm a little rusty, I hope you'll forgive me. Comments, constructive or
otherwise are welcome at seriouslyspanked@yahoo.ie


Step This Way

The red light flashed and the siren screeched like a scalded cat. It was no
great surprise. The world was naturally suspicious but being a guy,
crossing an international border, by air, setting off the detector was
always going to result in a thorough grilling. Most times just lately it
had been easier than in previous years. Just a five minute conversation
with an official asking where I was going, who with and what for. A pat
down just to be certain and I was on my way. But these things pass and
security was once again being ratcheted up.

Against the background of complaining travelers, they'd implemented a
segregated security routine. Women, who are not viewed as suspiciously have
their own security channel through the port and almost always pass through
unhindered. Guys, all guys, go through the more rigorous security. There's
the metal detector, the backscatter x-rays that strip every male
electronically, the mood scanner and the thought scanner. I'd set off the
mood scanner. Normally just a psych analysis by one of the guards would
straighten that out, but this time, my traveling mate, Tom, had run into
the same problem. Noting that we were traveling together on the same
ticket, it was more than just questions that security wanted answering.

I glanced at his name badge as I sensed Tom joining me at the counter.
James was looking pristine in his uniform. Tanned, smooth complexion nicely
contrasting his stark dark blue uniform. "Gentleman, would you follow me
please?" he said, opening a side door. He led us down a long corridor,
dimly lit with aging fluorescent tubes. Turning off to the right, the
corridor widened. There was the standard looking security pedestal in the
middle of the corridor. It was the same one that were in most public and
government buildings these days. Tom and I approached it silently.

"Just the usual biometrics gentlemen." James told us, never once loosing
his professional demeanor. Tom was nearest the machine so he went first.
Looking straight ahead at the white light, a quick flash and his face
appeared on the screen. Almost automatically he placed his chin on the rest
and the machine gave a high pitched beep as it registered his iris. The red
pad lit up almost before the echo had dissipated. He placed his right thumb
on, there was another beep, followed by the right with the same result.
Reaching into his pocket, Tom handed James his ID card, which James
inserted into the machine. A green tick appeared on the screen next to his
face. All clear.

After I'd repeated the process James told us that there would be a further
check. "Do you want to do this at the same time? It'll probably get you to
your flight faster." Adding, almost as an afterthought, "Assuming that
everything is clear. Of course." Before I had a chance to speak Tom piped
up "Yeah, of course. We're cutting it fine anyway". James looked over at me
to check if I was in agreement. "Why not?" I said with a smile.

Advanced security measures were just a way of life these days. The state
had really picked up on the idea that they needed to watch everyone and
everything. The biometric checks were common place, not just the government
anymore, shops and businesses were taking them on too. It all started of
course with the backscatter x-rays. You could be stripped virtually
whenever `they' decided it was necessary. Then there were the newer
machines that could detect what mood a person was in and the thought
detector which scanned electromagnetic impulses to see your positive or
negative vibes. It was these machines that had convinced the state that men
were far more volatile and so in need of much closer monitoring.

James jumped the couple of steps from the security pedestal and went to the
door closest to us on the right. He motioned us both inside. The light in
the room was really bright. The floor and the walls were covered in a
perfectly white, almost plastic type material and there was a low counter
in the middle of the room. "Just stand in front of the desk and I'll be
right back." he told us.

"What the hell were you thinking about to set that thing off to level red?"
Tom asked me.

"I don't know." I told him. "I think I was just pissed off seeing the
female security line going through in minutes while we're queing for half
an hour. Anyway, you set the fucker off as well. That's why we're here." I
pointed out.

"Yeah, but I only got it to orange. And what do you expect? The whole
reasons we're going is because Linda dumped me for that nerdy cyber
controller." he reminded me.

"So what is this check anyway." I asked. Not that I really expected him to
know. The country was full of rooms like this that they used for all sorts
of interrogations and security checks.

"Dude!" Tom exclaimed, so I knew he was either pulling my leg or had
interesting news for me. "We've seen each other naked at the gym before.
Don't sweat it."

I could feel my mouth growing dryer and my head started to feel light.
"What? How would you even know that?" I asked him, searching for
reassurance that he was joking with me, knowing that I'm not comfortable
with things like this.

"I got the same treatment when I flew home for Christmas." Tom said. "I'd
forgotten to take my ipod out of my pocket and it showed up on the
backscatter. I took it out of my pocket to show them, but they said they
had to be certain and that the only way I was on the flight was to
strip. It's no biggie." he added.

Before I could question Tom any further, James walked back in the room with
a clipboard. He took up his position behind the counter and typed something
onto the touch screen. I saw him scan both our ID cards in and on the
screen behind him was my picture and that of Tom. "The central security
computer has identified you both as requiring advanced screening because of
your responses to the electromagnetic brain resonance indicator. All other
routine security procedures were clear and your biometric security
information has been accepted. This is a secondary, but still routine
procedure and as long as you are cleared, you will be free to continue your
journey and there will be no record of these proceedings retained by the
transport or security departments." We both knew that he was reading the
standard spiel from his particular agency.

"Place both hands, palms down on the green pads on the desk." James told
us, his voice now sounding a little more authoritative. We both did as
requested. The pads lit up when we placed our hands on them. James waved a
light wand over the top. The computer told him that both Tom and I were
clear of any traces of explosives or drugs either between our fingers or
under our nails.

James pressed a button and two chin rests raised up from the desk. It was
an automatic response; without asking we both placed our chins on the rests
and looked straight ahead. "Open your mouths." he said. Placing a
disposable hygiene tip on the end of the fat, phallic looking metal probe,
James put it into my mouth and told me to close my lips around it and try
to suck back, assuring me that the probe wouldn't move. I did what he asked
until he told me to stop. Moments later, another reassuring beep from the
computer registered that I wasn't carrying anything in my mouth.

"Nice action!" James grinned as he took the probe out of my mouth and
discarded the hygiene tip. Normally I'd be annoyed by that type of comment
in such a formal situation, but my mind was still spinning with thoughts of
what was still to come.

The same test was repeated with Tom. When that was done, James had us to
the usual thing of ruffling our hair while he waved a light wand over our
heads. He didn't pick anything up. When he was done with that, he put the
probe back into its sheath on the side of the desk and reached under to
pick up two baskets.

"Now would you please remove your clothing and place everything into these
baskets. I'll then place them into the material scanner which will check
for any contaminants. This process will not cause any damage or leave any
residue." He was reading from the prepared script again.

I glanced over and Tom had already started. He was pulling his shoes off
and dropping them into the basket with a clunk. Pulling his socks off, he
put one in each shoe. As he started unbuttoning his shirt, I decided that
there was no getting away from this and that I'd better get started.

Although my head was light and it was almost as if I wasn't there while I
was stripping, I could feel my hands starting to shake as I took each piece
of clothing off. There was a definite shiver when I pulled my t-shirt off
and I could see James glancing over me. My nipples hardened as they were
exposed to the air. Mentally I was trying to calm myself down, realizing
that any behavior that might make me look nervous, as if I had something to
hide, would only lead to more problems.

Folding my jeans roughly I put them in the basket and I was standing there
in my blue and white aussiebums. James looked over at me and sort of nodded
down towards my lower half. I glanced across at Tom just in time to see him
pulling his boxers from around his ankles and putting them in the basket
along with the rest of his stuff.

I sort of sighed and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my undies and
pulled them down. I bent down to take them off and placed them into the
basket; quickly covering my flaccid cock with my hand while I did it. James
noticed and pointed to a sign on the front of the desk that I hadn't seen
before: `Attempts by male passengers to conceal any body part may result in
further, more invasive, inspections'. I put my hands by my side, revealing
my freshly shaved crotch to James. I saw Tom look over and grin when he
glanced my smooth genitals.

James pressed another button and a sliding door on the counter top
retracted. He took both baskets and secured them into holders. Pressing the
button a second time, the baskets were lowered and the door closed over
again. It was then, with the clothes gone, that I realized I had been
stripped completely naked by the state; and it wasn't over yet. Grabbing
hold of the light wand again, James walked around the front of the desk and
stood in front of Tom. I turned my head so that I could get a look of what
was happening so I knew what to expect when it was my turn. He asked him to
raise first his left arm up and to brush through the hairs while he moved
the probe up and down and then to repeat the process with his right arm.
Next he had Tom turn around and lift up first his left and then right
foot. Again the light wand was waved over the sole of each foot and
lingered over his toes, trying to detect any trace of the dreaded
`contaminants', or rather drugs or explosives, that might be hidden there.
After that, he had Tom turn back around and knelt in front of him, asking
him to brush through the thick curly pubic hair that Tom had. For some
reason, seeing Tom being made to do these things to himself gave me a jolt
and I was sure I could feel my cock swelling slightly. I knew I couldn't
move my hands to cover it and mentally willed myself to stay soft.

It was my turn next. I'm sure I could feel myself blush as I raised up each
arm and brushed through the soft curls of the hair in each pit with my
finger tips. I could feel the warm glow of light from the probe bouncing
off me as James checked out my body in fine detail. I don't know if it was
my light headedness or nerves but I had trouble keeping balance as I turned
around and lifted each foot up for James to inspect. I was sure I saw him
smirk as he pointed out that I did have any other body hair to brush
through.

Looking at his watch, James stood in front of us; "If you two gentlemen
don't mind doing the next part of the screening side-by-side
simultaneously, it will speed things up and we'll have you on your way." It
was more of a statement than a question. He'd clearly decided that we were
good enough friends to see each other in whatever humiliating plan he was
going to direct us into. I just shrugged and Tom, always the more laid ba
 ck of the two of us just gave a casual "Sure, whatever man."

Of course, Tom knew what was coming. Despite a discover about ten years ago
that circumcision is useful in staving off various infectious diseases in
men, in this part of the world, it hadn't taken off and consequently both
Tom and I were fully equipped with foreskins. The government, by all
accounts, not satisfied with their general unease towards men, equated the
in-tact penis with concealment and the new security procedures required
every possible hiding place to be opened up. And my own government
sanctioned humiliation was going to be no different.

"Just move next to each other a bit closer would you please?" James asked,
orchestrating the whole thing. "Please lift your penises up."

I looked straight ahead and swallowed. My mouth was dry as I held my cock
up for James to shine his invasive light over my balls. For some weird
reason, I was certain I could feel my dick swell slightly.

"Now would you please point the head of your penis towards me and retract
your foreskin all the way back." As he said the words, it was like pins
being stuck into me. I looked over at Tom who was busily pulling his ample
skin all the way back. I reached down and did the same.

"Place one thumb on either side of the head of your penis and open your
urethra." James ordered.

I stood there with my thumbs parting my piss slit as James had ordered
while he got to work on inspecting Tom. He pressed a button on the probe
and the white light turned into a focussed green beam from the end. He went
up close to the tip of Tom's knob and aimed the light into his opened piss
hole. I looked over at Tom who was staring down at James working closely by
his cock and again, I got another jolt. There was no doubting it now, my
dick was getting chubby at this humiliation.

"Just hold your foreskin back while I have a look at your friend." James
ordered Tom.

I couldn't take my eyes of Tom being made to stand there with his cock
skinned back. I don't know why, but it was turning me on. Having James turn
towards me, at eye level with my cock and faintly feeling his warm breath
on my skin wasn't helping.

"Open it a little wider for me please, Sir." James asked, snapping my
attention back to my own humiliation. I applied a little more pressure on
either side of my piss slit and, even in its slightly engorged state, the
hole widened up. James aimed the light into my small hole. It seemed like
forever as his warm breath hit my uncovered cock head and there was no
doubt, I was getting hard.

Finally, the damn thing beeped, telling James that I hadn't got anything
shoved down my dick. I went to relax, but he hadn't finished yet. "Point
your penis up for me please." he ordered. I compiled, making it clear to
both James and Tom that I was stiffening up. Tom was watching him as he
inspected around the glans. "Now point it down." it was like I was tuned
out to everything except his orders. James took a while checking out under
the head of my cock, I could see it getting redder. "To the left." his
words brought me back again momentarily.  "And to the right." I moved my
shaft again for this government official to take away all of my privacy.

"Lift up your scrotum please." James said. I was hesitant. I thought that
this was over with the detailed inspection of my cock.

"Huh?" I sort of mumbled, half in surprise.

"Your testicles, Sir. I need to check behind them." he told me.

I pulled my balls up to press them against my lengthening shaft as James
took the probe and waved it in the space between my legs. He looked up,
straight in the eye and immediately I felt ashamed that this stranger was
able to do these things. "Thank you." he said.

Letting my cock and balls fall back down, I watched as James moved over to
Tom and started the detailed examination of his cock head. Tom's dick had
definitely lengthened. At the time, I thought this was probably because
he'd been made to stand there with his skin pulled right back. The gentle
breeze of the silent air conditioning hitting the ultra sensitive skin.
Though later, reading about these new security procedures, I read a couple
of theories that suggested they pumped some chemical into the air which
would deliberately cause men to have the physical signs of sexual arousal
without of the mental benefits. The idea was to heighten their feeling of
being vulnerable in order to make concealing anything even more difficult.

James stood up after checking behind Tom's balls. It was obvious that both
of us were half way to getting fully hard. "Right gentleman." James
started, and I sensed that this was going to get even more unpleasant.
"Please turn around to face the back wall, bend over and spread your
buttocks."

I could feel the adrenalin coursing around my body and I was getting a bad
taste in my mouth as my nerves rose. Still, I turned and bent down,
sticking my arse out and spreading my cheeks for James to see the last part
of me that had up till now remained private. Tom looked over at me while we
were in this position. I could see his dick half hard between his legs. His
face wore an expression that made me think he was concerned about how I was
holding up through this. I just looked back at him blankly. There was
nothing either of us could do. We were both naked and exposed in this room,
it was sanctioned by the law and it was going to happen whether we liked it
or not.

Tom turned his head and looked down at the floor. It was obvious that James
was behind him. The beep from the computer confirmed it just before he
moved behind me. I could sense the probe being waved up and down my exposed
crack, hovering just millimeters away from my tight hole. It beeped.

"Thank you gentlemen." James said and we both straightened up and turned
around. He looked straight at me again. "I need you turn with your back to
me again, squat down and cough hard please."

I'd heard about this, but never thought it had any place in reality. I
could feel myself flushing red at the thought of it, but I was resigned to
the fact that there was no way out of it, and complaining would only hold
things up even further. I did what he asked. I could see my dick sticking
out in its semi-aroused state and my heavy balls dangling between my legs a
I squatted. I had do doubt that James could see them hanging down as I
squatted. I coughed. The sound reverberated around the room and I could
feel my arse hole relax and clench again.

"Once more." I heard James say from behind me and I complied.

I was waiting for him to tell me to stand back up again, but he didn't.
"Now you please, Sir." he said, obviously talking to Tom. He was going to
leave me in this exposed position while he checked that Tom hadn't pushed
anything inside him.

Tom coughed twice as I had done. Once again, I anticipated the end of this
ordeal, but there was another twist. Speaking to Tom, James said "I just
need you to cough once more, but this time, please hold your testicles up
while you do it." I could hardly believe it. It was almost as if this guy
was getting both of us to manhandle ourselves for his entertainment or
something. Once again, Tom's cough echoed through the room.

"Thank you." James said. We both stood up and faced the desk again as James
moved once more to stand behind it. A quick glance over revealed that Tom
was now completely erect and my own cock was sticking out at a ninety
degree angle. The room also seemed to be getting warmer.

I was scanning the counter top, waiting for the baskets to reappear so that
I could cover myself up, but was brought up to meet James' gaze as I heard
him speaking to me. "Sir, as you registered in the highest warning
percentile on the electromagnetic brain resonance indicator, there is a
further check that I'm required to perform. It will be necessary for me to
verify that you are not in possession of any controlled substance by
carrying out an internal control check."

Although he was speaking quite clearly, I wasn't really taking it in. I
think I was torn between concentrating on getting my clothes back and
subconsciously trying to put out of my mind what his words seemed to
indicate. There was no escaping the reality though as James pressed yet
another button and a flap at the front of the counter slid down and, with
nothing more than a smooth electronic humming as a padded bar moved out
about two feet from the counter, held securely on the end of two metal
bars.

My mind was in a whirl, but I could somehow sense that James was speaking
to Tom. "Sorry, it's policy. You have to stand in my line of sight at all
times while you're in here." I'd caught the tail-end of whatever he was
saying but Tom moved so that he was standing directly in front of the
counter, just next to the metal bars and looking straight back at me.

"Now Sir" James started towards me, "if you just stand in front of the bar
and bend over please."

Despite my stomach tightening and my mouth getting dryer, I somehow finally
managed to find my voice. "Are you sure this is necessary. I'm not sure I
can consent to this really." I said, trying not to let my voice tremble.

James' voice became firmer, more authoritative "Sir, you have no choice.
Security regulations require it and legislation allows males to be searched
internally without recourse to any legal authority." He was right, although
I didn't want to believe it at the time. The law had been amended a few
years before so that not only could men be strip searched by state security
without needing any particular reason to do so, we can now be subjected to
intermit, internal searches without needing a warrant from a police chief
or judge.

"Sir, please?" James place his hand on my back and motioned me forward to
the bar. For some reason I focussed on Tom. Perhaps because he was the only
familiar and reassuring person through this whole ordeal, or maybe there
was something in the warm air of the room that was forcing me. I
concentrated on him as my navel pressed up against the cool black leather
bar and as I leant forward, grabbing the metal bars. I was conscious that
Tom's penis was achingly erect. His foreskin now pulled back only by the
force of his erection rather than him holding it back any longer.

My concentration was broken as a small screen in front of me flickered
on. The image was clear. It was my backside with James standing just to one
side. "You have the right to see the procedure being carried out." James
said, as if he was reading from a prepared script. "Would you like me to
leave the screen on?" he added.

"Yes." was all I could manage.

"Please move your legs apart." James commanded. The result was clear on the
screen in front of me. My balls were once again hanging obscenely between
my legs and only my increasing erection kept my penis from appearing in the
same scene.

"I'm now going to insert a specially lubricated probe into your anus."
James was reading from his script again. "It usually eases entry if you are
able to relax your sphincter and gently push by while I'm doing this." I
wasn't taking any notice of him now. "The probe will remain inserted for
approximately twenty seconds while you are scanned internally."

Yet another button press and a separate compartment in the counter was
opened. James took hold of a shiny metal handle and pulled out another
phallic looking probe. The same as the other that he'd been using for all
of his examinations except for that it was dripping in a clear lube. As he
pulled it out, the I swallowed hard, wondering how much of its eight inches
would be inserted. James scanned the handle against what looked like a
barcode reader and the probe illuminated. Four rows of green and white
lights appeared up and down the length of the silver probe. He moved behind
me and spread my butt cheeks.

The view on the screen automatically adjusted and zoomed in on my tight
arse hole. I could feel the cold, dripping metal between my cheeks. It was
clear on the screen that my crack was quite hairy. The lube was dripping
down, matting the black hairs. A shiver ran up my back as I felt the tip
touch my puckered hole.

"I'm going to insert the probe now." James told me, adding "Try to relax."

Relaxing while seeing this wet metal probe approaching my virgin arse hole
was not on the agenda. I felt the cold tip around the soft skin of my hole
and instinctively tensed up. "It will be easier for you if you push back."
James told me.

He waited for a few moments and I tried to relax the smooth muscle and do
as he suggested. Then, with no further warning he pushed the end of the
probe. I grunted and then shouted out as he pushed firmly, the tip of the
probe piercing my hole, stretching me while the rest of the cold metal made
its relentless way inside me. My head was spinning with the pain and I
could feel my sphincter contracting, trying to repel the invader, but it
was no good. James was going to push until the whole thing was inside me.

"It's all the way inside now." James told me. I managed to focus on the
image on the screen to confirm what he was saying. My cheeks were obscenely
spread wide and only the end of the metal probe was left sticking slightly
out of my arse. "The machine will wait until you're calm and still before
it starts the scan, so that it's accurate." he said.

I looked over towards where Tom was standing. I almost had to do a
double-take. He was stood there with his hand on his hard cock, despite not
being told that he had to keep his foreskin retracted. More than that, the
head of his cock was red, angry looking, throbbing and unmistakably there
were a couple of drips of precum glistening around his piss slit and
sliding down over his frenum.

Before my brain could properly work out what was happening, James broke my
amazed silence; "The scan is starting now." he stated. There was a gently
clicking sound and then my body tensed. I felt a slight, but definite pulse
deep inside me. I could feel it deep inside, and the sensation seemed
linked straight to my balls; a warm, tingling feeling. Followed no more
than a couple of seconds later by another, this time seemingly running the
length of my dick and it hardened even further. Then another jolt, sooner
than the last one and my cock hardened still further. I could feel it
touching my belly. And another, this time I could feel wetness; precum
started oozing from my shaft.

My heart started to race as my eyes darted between the image of my violated
arse on the screen, watching my body contract around the metal probe every
time it clicked out of one its pleasurable pulses and Tom. His hand was not
just holding his foreskin back anymore, he was stroking his shaft. The
combination of seeing my best friend so incredibly turned on by my
humiliation and the sensation of those pulses making my cock harder and
stream precum onto the shiny white floor beneath me had my head in a spin.

There was one, final enormous jolt that seemed to wave over my whole body
before zoning in on my cock. My body convulsed and I could practically feel
my balls tighten and rise up. I couldn't help screaming out as I gave in to
the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life. Even through my groaning and
panting, I could hear my cum splatter against the front of the counter and
onto the floor. Somewhere in my ecstasy I could feel something wet hitting
me on my back and dripping down my side. I looked to my right just to see
the final few drops of cum from Tom's cock drip onto the floor.

Everything stopped. The room was silent except from Tom and I panting,
trying to catch our breath. I opened my eyes again, looking at the screen
in front of me. The alternative, pleasurable universe of the most intense
orgasm of my life was being lifted with every inch of the metal probe being
pulled back out of my arse. In its place was the shame and humiliation of
having to submit to this. Having had my body inspected and searched and
being forced to show myself in the most vulnerable state to both a stranger
and my best friend. Finally, the probe was out, James kept my cheeks spread
and inspected my gaping hold one more time.

"All done." he said quietly. I slowly straightened my body and the padded
bar retracted. I could feel that this wasn't a dream as Tom's cum dripped
down my back and over my arse cheeks as I stood upright. My erection was
subsiding and the remnants of my orgasm glistened over my cock.

I glanced up at Tom, but immediately we both looked away from each other.
He shuffled over to stand next to me, facing the counter once more. There
was a strong smell of cum in the air and the evidence was plain to see on
the floor where I had been bent over and just to the side, where Tom had
been standing.

The counter top opened up and James took the two baskets of clothes from
the holder. Meekly, I asked for a towel, but was told that there wasn't one
available. I didn't argue. I saw Tom stuff his cum covered cock into his
boxers, so I did the same, also pulling my shirt on over the drying cum
that Tom had blasted onto my back.

We exited the room. There were a couple of guys standing at the security
pedestal. I couldn't look at them. James opened a side door that led into
the departure lounge. Tom and I walked through, silently checked the gate
for our flight and made our way there. The girls were already waiting and
asked us what had happened. We both tried to shrug it off, like nothing
much had happened and told them that it had just been routine screening.

Our flight was called just a couple of moments after meeting up and we
boarded within ten minutes. The girls sat in together in the row of us. Tom
just glanced over at me as I winced when I lowered myself into my seat.



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