More private

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to come with us." said one of the security, female, as she grabbed his arm.

"What! Why?" He said, feigning surprise.

"You have been selected for a random search." said the other one, also female, as they led him away.

They took him down a hallway, which turned right and left them out of sight of everyone in the main lobby of the airport. They continued down the hall until they came to a door. Inside was a table with two chairs, all metal. One of them led him to the table while the other locked the door. The location was very secluded. No one would be able to hear him scream. No wonder people were so intimidated by TSA, they held so much power for people with such little training, compared to police.

The one that locked the door pulled a chair away from the table and pushed its back to the wall. They took a seat and the other officer ordered him to empty his pockets. When all of his possessions where on the table, he was to spread his arms and legs. The other office watched form the chair. He was them patted down, not felt up as he wanted to be. It was enough that he got hard, and from here he began phase two.

"What is this?" she felt his boner though his jeans.

"What?"

"This hard thing."

"My penis."

"Sir we are going to have to ask you to remove your pants." He did as he was told. "Actually, remove everything." He did, and all of his clothes were passed to the one sitting, where she felt them for hidden objects.

His erection was sticking straight out. He was asked to turn around and then bend over the table. His cheeks were spread and a flashlight was used to look up his asshole. It was a complete violation.

When he was turned back around, he leaned back on the table. The metal was cold.

"You are going to have to find a way to verify that is real." She pointed at his erection.

"My penis?"

"Yes, or else we will have to withhold you."

"Okay," he said. "Just prove it is real."

He hadn't even noticed the second one had left until she returned, with a cup, which also meant they carelessly opened and closed the door while he was naked, facing away. He was handed the cup and asked to urinate. They both watched as a golden liquid filled the clear cup. As soon as he was done, his penis, which softened as he peed, immediately started getting hard again at the thought of what he had just done. He handed the cup over. It was warm. The first one took it.

"Good," she said, as she held it at eye level. Then she handed it over to the other one. "Now we need you to verify one more time."

Even if he wasn't the one to make them say these things, which he was, Nate would have known exactly what they meant. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started masturbating. It didn't take long. He didn't know exactly how long it took, but it was less that five minutes. They could probably tell he was enjoying this, or maybe they thought he didn't last long. He came on the floor. They watched carefully, to make sure that his cock was real, and not some prosthetic weapon.

They told him he was free to go, but by the time he dressed, his libido satisfied enough to allow him to be clothed once more, his flight had left. His bag was on that flight too. That was fine, there wasn't anything in it. He didn't bother bringing clothes on this trip, he knew he would be getting naked anyway. He though it would be naughty to only bring the clothes he was wearing. All of his important items (phone, etc.) were in his backpack, which he had on him.

He figured he was just going to have to start a new adventure.