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James was standing in the customs line waiting to come back into the country after a long trip abroad. He stopped to take a drink of water and it went down the wrong pipe. The customs enforcement agent didn’t see that, all he saw was James bent over, coughing like crazy. There was a new stricter policy about health screening so he immediately went over to James.

“Come with me.”

James started to open his mouth, but the agent’s stern face meant business and he decided just to pick up his belongings and follow along. He figured he’d been selected for additional screening and would be on his way in a few minutes. The agent confiscated his belongings and led him to a small room and explained that he was being detained for a full health screening before he could continue into the country.

“But I was just choking on some water.”

“Well, you were observed coughing, so we have to follow protocol. Please have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly.”

James sat down on the one metal chair at the small metal table. Soon a little knock on the door and another man entered. As frustrated as James was, he couldn’t help but notice the man was quite handsome in his full border patrol uniform. Strong chest, full arms but not bulky. His growing 5 o’clock shadow suggested a full chest of black hair.

“Hello, James. I’m with the border patrol and I’m also a registered nurse. I’ll be accompanying you through the entire health screening process. I’m there for your protection and also to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t try to slip through. Please sign this release form.”

“But…what is this all about? Do I have to?”

“Yes. You have no choice if you want to enter the country again.”

James sighed and signed the form, still thinking he’d be all done in a few minutes.

“Great, come with me,” the agent said, “You aren’t under arrest, but we have to walk through several corridors to the medical department and you’ll need to be handcuffed as a precaution. Turn around.”

James was mortified. The officer stepped forward and James pulled back into the corner of the room. He shouted, “NO! I want to speak to a lawyer. You can’t do this!” But the agent sighed and put a hand on James’ shoulder to turn him around. James pushed it off. At this the border agent put both hands on James and spun him around. James was strong, but no match for this trained agent. He struggled, but the agent just forced him down to his knees and expertly snapped the cuffs on his wrists behind his back, shackled his ankles, and connected the wrists to the ankles with a chain. He pulled him to his feet, and grabbing his bicep tightly with his strong hand walked him toward the hall saying, “I think you’re going to regret that. You’re now marked as a flight risk and you’re going to have to be restrained throughout the rest of the process.”

They walked through several hallways and quickly the agent pulled James through a door into a large exam room. There was a large exam table, a large exam chair, and several other devices and cabinets throughout the room. James took it all in and realized he was in for a lot more than he bargained for.

The agent led James next to the exam table. “The doctor will be in shortly to perform his exam. I’m going to uncuff you long enough for you to strip to your underwear.”

“But…” James exclaimed.

And the agent cut him off, “Enough. Follow directions or this is going to get even more difficult.”

Once the cuffs were off, James slowly took off his sweatshirt. He looked at the agent who was watching every move and seeming to enjoy it. Having no choice he took off his shirt and he already felt too exposed. He removed his shoes and socks. Then he stopped and looked back at the agent.

“Everything down to your underwear. You can do it or I can do it for you.”

“It’s just that I…I just would rather leave them on.”

The agent had heard enough. He stepped forward spun James around onto the exam table, forced his upper half face down on the table and cuffed his hands again behind his back. With James still bent over the table, the agent pulled in close, reached around and undid the button and zipper of James’ jeans.

James was pleading quietly, “no, no, no, no…” but at the same time the feel of this handsome man against him was also beginning to make him hard. And the agent yanked the jeans down around James’ ankles and said, “Oh!” surprised to see this man was wearing not boxers or briefs but rather a lacy red thong. James just let out an exasperated moan.

“Well, I see why you didn’t want to take your pants off. Unfortunately this is going to trigger a full body search in addition to your medical clearance. If you’re hiding these underwear under your clothes we start to wonder what else you might be hiding. But for now, leave them on. Turn around and sit up on the exam table.”

The agent pulled out wrist and ankle restraints and attached them expertly to James’s arms and legs. The leads on the restraints were generous – he could move around a bit. But he wasn’t going far from that exam table. He sat there, wearing his red, lacy thong, feeling the chill of the room and he looked up to see the agent standing a few feet in front of him again watching his every move. The agent, chiseled jaw, muscular body filling out his uniform stared back, and for a moment James caught a small smirk on his face. He was enjoying this.

The doctor entered then. He was on the younger side, only 40 or so, but already with salt-and-pepper hair. Not tall, but clearly very athletic. You could see that under the simple dress shirt and lab coat the doctor wore. Gentle, but strong.

The agent spoke first. “Doctor, we have a rowdy one here, already tried resisting. And he’s been flagged according to our protocol for a full medical clearance and a full body and cavity search.”

“Fine then, let’s begin. I hope you’ll cooperate with me now that you’ve seen the consequences.” The doctor stepped in very close. Close enough that James had to move his knees apart a little to allow the doctor up close as the doctor put a hand gently on his thigh. James was mortified. He wanted to go home. But he couldn’t deny that his hard-on was getting stronger. Feeling the heat of the doctor’s body so close was actually driving him wild.

“Eyes, ears, nose and throat first.” The doctor said reaching up with one hand to hold James’s head just behind his neck as he pulled out his otoscope and shined a light into his eyes, then his ears and nose. The doctor was still uncomfortably close, and just in front of James, his legs spread a bit to make room for the doctor, the crotch of his red lace thong exposed. He could feel the heat of the doctor’s body, even his breath as he leaned in close. And as he moved his arm just a bit he remembered the restraints on his wrists and ankles and his dick twitched under the red lace.

“Fine,” said the doctor. “Now open up, say ‘ahh.’”

As the doctor slipped a tongue depressor deep into his mouth James gagged just a little. The doctor said, “Hmm…I see a little something there. I think we’re going to have to take a closer look at that in a few minutes. But first a listen to your heart and lungs. Sit up nice and straight.”

The doctor took his stethoscope out and placed the cold disk uncomfortably close to James’s nipple, so that the doctor’s thumb inadvertently brushed the hard nipple (or maybe it wasn’t an accident??) sending a wave of pleasure through James’s body. After what seemed like forever listening to his heart, the doctor moved to the lungs. He placed one hand firmly on the front of James’s shoulder and the other hand held the stethoscope to his back. “Now breathe in deep and hold it.” James did as instructed, all the while feeling the doctor’s firm grip. It seemed like a long time to hold his breath, but he found it oddly arousing to be told even how to breathe. Each time the doctor repeated the instruction, the holding of breath seemed to last just a bit longer. This went on for several minutes, the doctor moving the stethoscope around his back all the while holding his shoulder firmly. James decided he might as well just go along at this point.

“Now then. I need to examine your abdomen, so I need you lie back on the table.”

James did as instructed, and the doctor pulled out an extension by his feet and attached a headrest to the top. The doctor said, “We have found that this part of the exam goes more smoothly with some patients when they are fully restrained.” Even before he had finished his sentence and before James could protest, the border agent had stepped forward tightening the leads on his restraints so that his arms were pulled up above his head and his ankles held firmly to the end of the table. The doctor added a head strap immobilizing his head on the headrest. The border agent remained close by standing over the exam table. “There, that will make the exam go more smoothly.” James was cringing inside, feeling so much more of his body exposed, feeling the cool air drift through the lace of his panties, teasing his ever-hardening cock.

The doctor proceeded to listen to James’ belly with his stethoscope, and then endlessly poking and prodding. He palpated James’ chest and lingered on his nipples, which were now hard, too. He felt along James’s exposed armpits, carefully examining every inch. Then without warning, the doctor slipped his hand under the waistband of the panties and continued firmly pressing and feeling. As that hand slipped back out of the panties it remained firmly on James’s belly, while the other slid up his inner thigh and just under the edge of the panties to check his femoral pulse. First one side, then the other. Even with his head held down, James could just catch a tiny smile on the face of the doctor and the border agent. He was mortified that they were touching his lacy underwear, but he couldn’t help getting harder by the minute.

“Now,” said the doctor, “let’s examine that throat a little more. I want to make sure there isn’t anything hiding in there and that there’s no bacteria that we need to quarantine.” With that the doctor reached under the headrest and with a click, James felt his head go back. As he opened his mouth with surprise, the doctor used the opportunity to slip in a wide-mouth dental gag. “Just relax, now.”

The doctor slipped gloved fingers into his mouth, poking and prodding for what seemed like forever. There was something about feeling the doctor’s gloved fingers pushing into his mouth that he started to enjoy – an attractive man inside him, if only in a professional manner. Then reaching deep into the back of his mouth, the doctor observed, “you don’t seem to have an overly active gag reflex. Perhaps you’ve…ahem…had experience with things being put in your throat?”

But with the gag James could only let out a slightly embarrassed groan. The doctor righted James’s head but left the gag in place, seeming to forget it was there. James protested again with a moan, but was ignored, except for a slight smirk on the border agent’s face.

“Now then,” said the doctor. “We need to do a full examination and cavity search as well as collecting some specimens for analysis. Just relax while we move your legs.”

The border agent stepped down near James’s ankles and removed the ankle restraints. James took the opportunity to fight back a bit, kicking his legs. But it didn’t take long for the border agent to firmly grab his legs and the doctor to pin down his torso and slide those red lace panties down his legs where the agent could slip them off. James let out another moan at the idea of being fully naked now in front of these two men who still had him pinned to the table. It was again ignored. They each grabbed a leg and firmly guided it to a set of stirrups attached to the exam table. Each leg was strapped down above the knee, below the knee, and at the ankle.

James lay there legs spread, tied down, every part of his body available to these two men who seemed to be enjoying whatever this was. But his erection throbbed all the more, revealing that despite his embarrassment he was turned on by the whole thing.

The doctor snapped on some latex gloves and pulled up a stool between James’s legs, pressing a button that lowered the head of the exam table and raised James’s exposed ass even more. The doctor reached with both hands, feeling first James’s heavy balls, rolling them, pressing them, feeling their weight. It seemed to last forever. Then he began to feel up and down the shaft of his penis. James shivered with pleasure, and could think of nothing more than wanting the doctor to stroke him. But even with a firm grip and all the prodding, the doctor stopped just short of that.

“Ok, I need to examine your prostate.”

And without further words, James felt the cold gel applied to his anus and the doctor’s gloved finger push firmly into him. The doctor pressed, and twisted, feeling all around. Was it James’s imagination or was the doctor also moving his finger in and out a bit? As he briefly pondered that, the doctor swung his finger downward to press firmly on the prostate. He pressed and pressed, massaging back and forth. James could really feel the precum beginning to flow. The doctor took a cotton swab and gently swabbed the tip of his penis. “We’ll test that to make sure you aren’t bringing any diseases into the country.”

The doctor removed his finger, but James soon felt more cold gel applied as the doctor said, “Now because our protocol demands a full cavity search in this situation, we need to do a more full search of your rectum to make sure you aren’t bringing in any contraband. Just relax…If you can…” James couldn’t see the wink the doctor gave. He could only feel the cold speculum slide in and slowly begin to open him up. The doctor was gentle and slow, but persistent. Once he was sufficiently open, the doctor shone a light in. And then James could feel the gentle pressure of poking and prodding deep inside. “Well, you may have been hiding your red lace panties, but you’re not hiding anything in here.”

James felt the speculum slowly close and slide out. The doctor said, “Now, one more thing. We need a full semen sample. We’ve found we get the best sample when we don’t just pump it out right away. You’ll ejaculate more and harder if we do it slowly. It’s the only way we can get what we really need from you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do a thing.”

The border agent stepped forward again and added one more strap across his waist, pinning him even more tightly to the table. He leaned over James’s head, pressing his hands firmly down on James’s chest, holding him down against the table and every so often stroking his hard nipples. James could see his bulge through his uniform just inches from his face. He could smell the faintest manly scent coming from his large bulge. Meanwhile the doctor focused on James’ groin, which was now lubed all over. The doctor slid his gloved hands up and down, but only reaching up to stroke the most sensitive tip of James’s penis every so often, keeping James maddeningly horny but unable to cum. The doctor slid his finger into his anus again, massaging his prostate. He forgot where he was and gave in to the ecstasy.

This went on for who knows how long. Until finally, the doctor decided it was time and stroked slowly up and down until they could see the wave of his orgasm coming. Then both the doctor and the border agent leaned in close, holding James’s writhing body down even more until the doctor gave one final stroke and James bucked underneath them shooting his load.

The two holding him down released their hold slowly. The doctor collected the semen sample. Together the border agent and the doctor slowly removed the gag, undid the restraints and let James sit up. At this point they all knew he had nothing left in him to fight. So when they handed him a thin jumpsuit and ushered him to a holding cell to wait for his test results, he simply went along with them. Inside the cell was a small bed, and anchor points locked high up into the walls. They tied up his wrists and ankles again and attached the ropes to the anchor points giving him just a bit of room to move around the cell. They closed the door and James was left in darkness. He fell asleep, his body aching, but oddly content.