At the Airport

You overslept a bit in the morning and the traffic in your cab ride was horrendous, meaning that by the time you got to the airport you only had a few minutes before your plane would start boarding. In a panic you quickly checked your luggage, then rushed to security only to be met with a long line.

You waited impatiently as the line crept forward, and only got longer behind you. You eventually realized you were right in the middle of a group of college girls, judging by their shirts, members of the cappa phi nu mu sorority. When you finally got to the front of the line you could see some of the girls waiting for their friends behind you in line.

"Empty your pockets sir, and step through the metal detector" a cute young TSA agent directed you.

You pulled out your phone, wallet, and keys, and put them in a bin on the conveyor belt. You had opted against a carry on to make the trip simpler. As you stepped through the detector you felt an ominous beep.

"Step aside sir" the agent said. "I'll have to check you with my wand."

She ran her wand over you, starting with your chest, and it immediately started beeping.

"Sir the buttons on your shirt are metal. We're going to need to pull you into a private room to screen it." she told you.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss my flight" You replied. "Can I just quickly take it off here and run it through the scanners?"

"That's not typically protocol" she answered "but if you want to do it voluntarily it should be ok. Let me just grab another agent to watch the procedure." She quickly ran over to another young woman working in a TSA uniform and whispered to her quickly before they both returned. "Ok, you can go ahead."

You made the mistake of looking at the women in line behind you before starting to unbutton your shirt, confirming that they were all paying close attention to this interaction and were watching you with anticipation. As you slid your shirt off, revealing your bare chest a few whistled. You sent it through the conveyor to join your belongings on the other side.

"Ok you can step through again"

You stepped through the detector, and once again were met with a loud beep. Again the agents approached you with the wand. Starting at your chest again this time the beep happened at your waist.

"It looks like another metal button on your shorts. Or maybe the zipper. You can take those off too, or you can head to that private room like we talked about"

You check a clock on the wall. Your flight is due to leave in 15 minutes and your gate isn't especially close.

"If I miss my flight do you think I could get moved to another one later in the day?" you asked. "I'm going to Aruba."

"Sir, it's the start of spring break for most of the colleges in the area" one of the agents replies. "You won't be getting on another flight for at least two days"

You knew you would miss your flight if you went to the private room, and you really didn't want to lose two whole days of your vacation. Silently you unbuttoned your shorts. You noticed a flash in your eye, and were humiliated to see that several of the girls waiting had their phones out taking pictures and videos of your ordeal. More than a few cheers when you pulled down your shorts, revealing your snug boxer-briefs below. Those soon joined the rest of your things on the other side of the belt. As a precaution you even take your shoes and socks off sending those through as well.

For the third time you stepped through the detector, and for the third time it loudly beeped, signaling the agents with their wands. This time it beeped directly over the bulge in your briefs.

"I'm sorry sir. Either your underwear or something under it is setting the detector off. Those are going to have to come off"

You really didn't want to strip any further in front of these two agents, the college students, and their cameras. You decided to risk it. Maybe the private room will get you through quick enough

"Can you grab my clothes and take me to the private room" you asked one of the agents.

"I can take you to the private room" she responds. "It is on the other side of the terminal, but I can't get you your clothes. Everything you put on the belt has to stay over there until you have been cleared."

Your options weren't great. Walking to the private room would not only expose you to thousands more people, since it was that far away you would surely miss your flight. On the other hand you could strip for these college students who you would never see again and in a few hours time you could forget it over a pina colada on the beach.

You reach down to your waistband and quickly pull the material down. The college girls burst into applause. You do your best to cover yourself with your hands and you send your last article of clothing down the conveyor, before stepping through the detector. To your horror it beeped once again.

"I'm sorry sir, you are going to need to put your hands on your head for this" the agent warned.

You had **** you put your hands up, exposing your cock to the laughter and cheers of your audience trying to ignore the cameras. The wand once again travelled down your body and then beeped loudly at your pelvis.

"There still seems to be something setting the machine off" the agent said, trying unsuccessfully to hide a smirk. "I'm afraid we're going to have to do a cavity search."

A full cavity search, in front of an audience and cameras? That was a bridge to far for you.

"You know, I don't think I'll be flying today after all" you say to the agents. "If you could collect my things I'll just be off"

"Like I told you before" the agent says. "Once an item goes through it can't be retrieved. You can go if you want and leave an address. Once these items are cleared we will mail them to you. Probably in 2-3 business days."

You could either leave the airport and try to make your way home fully naked and without your phone wallet and keys, walk fully naked across the airport to be examined in private, or submit to a cavity search right here and now in front of an eager audience and maybe still catch your plane.