Reluctantly You Choose the Cavity Search

You aren't sure you would even be able to make it home without any cash, and even if you did you don't have your keys so you would be **** to knock on your downstairs neighbors door bare-assed naked. That was too much to consider. Walking across the entire airport in the buff was also an awful option. You would be seen by hundreds if not thousands of people, all of whom would have cameras in their pockets. For all you knew you might have friends or co-workers in the airport today. Unacceptable. The cavity search was your only option.

"Alright. I'll take the search" you saw, defeated.

"Ok, stand up straight and put your hands on your head."

You uncovered your cock again, to more cheers as the TSA agent ran her gloved hands over your chest. She lightly brushed her fingers over each of your armpits causing you to spasm slightly. As she combed her fingers through your pubic hair you could feel arousal building inside of you. She took your cock in her hand and lifted it slowly letting her hand run along the shaft. At this point you were rocking a semi. After running her arms down each of your legs she asked you to turn around.

As you turned around more cheers broke out reminding you of the rest of your audience on the other side of the security station, who just had their first unobstructed view of your bare cock. After running her hands over your back and buttocks the agent instructed you to bend at the waist and grab your ankles. You winced imagining the view you were providing to the cameras behind you, but you did as you were told.

As your cheeks were pulled apart you felt the cool, harsh air on your unprotected anus. You saw the agent lubricating the glove and without warning the moment you were dreading arrived. The finger pushing inside you was deeply uncomfortable and intrusive as it wiggled around searching for any hidden contraband. Suddenly you moaned loudly and uncontrollably as the agent brushed up against your prostate. You were dimly aware of laughter behind you at this. Finally the agent pronounced you clear.

"You are all set, you can proceed through the detector. Enjoy your flight!"

You hurried through the metal detector, noticing that it didn't beep this time, to quickly get to the belt and your belongings. Once there you are dismayed to see only empty bins at the end of your belt and your lone paper boarding pass. Your belongings were nowhere to be found.

One of the agents was already dealing with more passengers but you flag the other one.

"My clothes are gone" you said to her. "And my other things. My phone and wallet and keys!"

"I'm sorry we are not responsible for any lost property" she said pointing at a sign that said the same thing. "If you want to leave your name and contact details we can let you know if anything turns up."

"But how can I catch my flight like this?" you ask. You turn towards the sorority girls on this side of the station. Several have large bags and all of them are smiling at you.

"I can call ahead to your gate and let them know about your situation" she answered. "I'll make sure they let you on. How long until departure?"

You check the clock again and you only have 10 minutes. You make a split-second decision to give the agent your contact details and make a run for it, leaving the sorority girls cheering behind you.

"Hi Tammy, this is Grace from security. I've got a special treat for you. Me and Cloe were just having a bit of fun with Mr. John Doe, and we managed to get him fully naked heading straight for your gate. Could you make sure he gets on his flight? And if you can think of any ways to make his flight a bit more interesting, please feel free. I've got to give Natasha in luggage a quick call. Have fun!"