Anthology II - Assport Control (narration and excerpt)

ANTHOLOGY

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Anthology (II) - Assport Control, part one

First they came for the foreigners, and I did not speak out…

A country is falling under the control of a nationalist tyrant who has gradually extended his powers from filthy foreigners to undesirable citizens (class enemies). Law enforcers across the nation have carte blanche powers to stop, strip and search (and more as their powers expand) anyone for any reason - in full public view. Humiliation has become a weapon but it is about to be turned back on the wicked who devised it. Sean Mills is Special Advisor to President Horace Hump and he is the mastermind of cruelty for the High Office.

Let’s see how he likes it…

Excerpt:

Unhappily, Alex took his shirt off to reveal a great physique. He was a tall and broad man with black hair in the centre of his chest that peppered across his pectorals. Unsatisfied with his search, Officer Moore told Alex to drop his shorts.

“C’mon, man,” Alex complained; “We both know the biometric scanner doesn’t need me naked.”

Officer Moore smirked at the man in front of him because Alex was only delaying the inevitable. The Prerogative Search Act gave the BTP officer the power to strip a person without even the courtesy of a private room. Alex had seen enough people treated this way and figured it would only be a matter of time before a citizen was maltreated like that. But him?

…

“Put your hands behind your head,” Officer Moore said.

Alex sullenly obeyed – he felt defeated and already knew what was going to happen next. He had protested this kind of mistreatment of immigrants and now it was going to be him – photographed naked and mortified.

He thought about his work colleagues and neighbours. Would they see those images?

With his hands behind his head, Alex’s beefy chest puffed out. His only consolation was that he was a model of a man – not the airbrushed, dehydration-enhanced-abs kind of model, but the pinnacle of male pulchritude.

The bulge in his briefs was enough to make the average erect man blush. His flaccid cock was bigger than Officer Moore’s dick was hard, not that they’d be comparing. Moore stood behind Alex and tugged the briefs down from the waist, whipping the last vestiges of Alex’s modesty away. Alex felt his five-inch flaccid cock swing, his big balls also freed from containment.

Alex wanted to cover his cock but knew it would result in a reprimand from Officer Moore.

The sound of images being taken were drowned out by the hubbub of excitement from the crowd – it was always the same when the Prerogative Search Act was used in this manner. Alex had half hoped his more liberal state would be free from this kind of mistreatment but the government made sure there were men like Brett Moore in every transport hub.

Alex’s briefs were dragged to his ankles and he was ordered to step out of them.

Anthology (II) - Assport Control, part two

Sean Mills is Special Advisor to aspiring tyrant, President Horace Hump, and the architect of laws that use gratuitous humiliation and sexual exhibitionism as a punishment for enemies of High Office. However, now Sean and his son Paul have been caught by the very laws he created and it’s not going well. Stripped in an airport (assport control), Sean’s exposure is about to take his son down with him.

Nothing will ever be the same…

Excerpt:

Sean tugged again and Paul took the hint – lifting each foot until Sean had pulled off his sneakers and left the teenager barefoot.

If he was barefoot on the beach with sand between his toes and running through the surf, Paul would think nothing about being barefoot but it was the public exhibition of the event that made him self-conscious. Were his feet small? Would pictures of his toes be drooled over by the foot fetishists?

Paul swept a hand though his air and caught a glimpse of his own armpit – it too was devoid of hair and Paul barely suppressed a cry as he realised the whole world would soon know he was totally hairless.

There was a social media app called XXXPoseBook that hosted videos and pictures of people humiliated by the Prerogative Search procedure. Toplessness, armpits, feet, asses, boners, masturbation… the categories of media were multiple and terrifying.

How many of his pics would be on that app soon?

While Sean was still crouched down, he reached up for the button of Paul’s shorts. His son looked down at him in surprise, recalling his dad was naked, and Sean could see a look of pity mixed with embarrassment and disgust.

Once unbuttoned, Sean unceremoniously yanked down the shorts where they bundled around Paul’s bare feet. Paul’s humiliation was punctuated with giggles as the spectators saw his red briefs – why had the worn briefs? Fuck! Paul stepped out of the shorts and Sean slid them across the floor to the goons – Officers Brian and Smith - waiting to box them up.

Sean remained at eye level with the crotch of his teenage son. If it were someone else’s son, he’d already have shoved his face in the pouch of the briefs and kissed cloth-covered boy-cock. Sean savoured those moments; the smell of sweat and the tang of piss-drizzle. Fuck, stop thinking about that.

Sean stood up and looked around the crowd, tempted to cover his genitals again but attention was now very much focused on the beautiful boy. There was expectation surrounding the imminent exposure of a teenage penis. Sean’s penis was dangling obscenely close to his son’s crotch yet he felt a foreign emotion called empathy. Sean more embarrassed for his son than for himself.

“Nice panties!”

The running commentary wasn’t helping either.

How would Paul be able to go back to school after this – his status knocked by the bastards in a shithole state. Credit where it was due, this was a powerful move by Legate Warn. Paul was stood in public in just his underpants and in a moment, they’d be gone too.

“Mr Mills, do you want to take your son’s undies off now?” Chief Bloom asked.

Might as well get it over with – Sean put his hands on his son’s smooth, muscular thighs and slid them up towards the hip.

“Dad, please don’t” Paul pleaded helplessly.