The moment he sees the dog, Jason knows that it's over. On their own, most airport security guards are too respectful of personal space to go poking around under someone's clothes, but once the dogs get involved, they're suspicious enough to get past their own hangups and boundaries.
Sure enough, the german shepherd makes a beeline right for him, its nose quivering with continuous snuffles. It sniffs his pant legs, nose twitching up the inside of his thigh, and nudges sharply between his buttocks before sitting calmly on the floor, staring up at him. Jason knows what this means.
"Excuse me Sir," says a security guard moments later. "Would you mind following me, please?"
With little choice, Jason does as he's told. He grabs the handle of his rolling carry-on suitcase and follows the guard across the busy floor of the baggage claim area, through a white door marked, "Authorized Personnel Only." On the other side of the door is a small white room with a desk and computer in one corner, and a metal examination table in the center. Behind the desk sits a second guard.
The first guard closes the door behind him. "Sir," he begins, "our canine unit has identified you as having drugs on your person. If you do not hand over the narcotics at this time, we have probable cause to perform a full and detailed search of your person. Will you comply?"
"Please," Jason begins, "I know what this looks like, but I swear I don't have drugs. I know what the dog was smelling, and it's not-"
"Sir," the guard interrupts, "our dogs are trained to mark only individuals carrying the scent of narcotics. They do not respond to other scents. If you do not wish to hand over the drugs at this time, I must ask you to please remove your clothing and stand next to the table."
Jason darts a glance around the room. The other guard is sitting nonchalantly in his chair behind the desk, the dog lying by his feet. The guard appears vaguely bored, but Jason can tell from the tense set of his arms that he is prepared to jump forward and restrain him should Jason attempt to struggle. With a cold shiver, Jason leaves his bag next to the door and begins to disrobe.
His shirt and pants go into a pile on the table, and the guard from behind the desk steps forward, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, and begins to search through them. Jason hesitates when he is down to his boxers.
"All your clothes, please," says the first guard, still sounding bored.
Cheeks reddening, Jason quickly grabs the edge of his boxers and strips them off, unable to meet the guard's eyes.
As he turns to place the boxers on the table, the first guard lets out a low whistle.
"Well, what have we here?" he murmurs.
"Please," Jason begins, "don't take it out. I know what it looks like, but I swear I'm not smuggling anything. Please, if you pull it out, my Master-"
"Turn around please, Sir," the first guard interrupts, "and bend over the table."
As Jason turns, he can see that he has the second guard's full attention as well. He bends over the table as instructed, displaying his ass, as well as the large plastic bulb at the end of the plug embedded within it. "Please," he pleads once more, "don't take it out."
"Sir, this is part of our job," says the first guard, voice still professional. He grabs the bulb and tugs, and Jason feels the hot clench of his rectum as the toy begins to slide out of him.
Jason groans as his anus finally releases the plug with a last twinge, and a rivulet of old cum begins to dribble down the inside of his leg. Two latex-gloved fingers slide deftly into his open orifice and feel around for foreign objects.
"No, please," Jason moans. "If my Master finds out I let his cum spill out, he'll punish me so harshly. Please - please! You have to fuck me! Please, you have to put more cum back inside me so my master won't find out, please! I'll suck you, so just-" As he speaks, Jason moves forward, pulling his ass off of the invasive fingers, and turns around, beginning to undo the fly of the rather surprised first guard. They are stunned enough by his behavior that he has the man's fly open and cock sucked greedily into his mouth before either guard can react enough to stop him.
Jason crouches in front of the guard, cum leaking down his leg and puddling on the floor below him. From the corner of the room, the german shepherd's ears perk up, and it lifts its head. With a muffled woof it rises to its feet and pads over, sniffing at the puddle below him.
"Yes, please," Jason groans, inbetween licks of the guard's penis. "The dog too. Please, if my Master's dog doesn't smell the cum in me from last time, there's no telling what the Master will do to me. Please, let the dog fuck me, and then both of you fuck me - please, please! I'll suck you both off while it fucks me, so please do it!"
The guards appear stunned by this outburst, and Jason continues to lick and slurp the first guard's cock as the idea works its way through their minds. Finally, the second guard finds his voice. "How do you get a dog to fuck you?" he asks, words gruff from a dry throat.
"In my bag," Jason mumbles around the guard's penis. "In the side pocket is a little vial of musk from a bitch in heat. Just take a little and spread it around my asshole. The dog'll do the rest."
Jason hears the second guard stumble around the table and over to his bag, grabbing the vial as told. Moments later a slick, latex-covered finger presses almost timidly against his anus, smearing him with scent.
"And inside," Jason gasps. "Inside me, too."
The finger disappears for a moment, presumably for more scent, and then returns, pushing firmly against him until—lubricated by the cum still dripping out of him—it slips inside, the pad of the finger rubbing against his inner walls as it spreads the smell of the bitch inside him.
When the finger disappears, the dog's nose is at his anus immediately. Jason can feel the cold, damp skin pressing against his cheeks and the warm snuffle of its breath. He tugs the first guard down to his knees so that he can fall onto his own hands and knees as the dog mounts him.
The dog's thrusts are wild at first, just rubbing against his bottom, but Jason can feel the beginnings of its erection. Sure enough, the edge of the phallus soon begins to catch on the lip of his anus, and on the third such catch it slides inside of him. Jason groans, and hears matching groans come from the guards watching him as the dog begins to thrust into him.
Jason feels a building pressure in his rectum as the knot on the dog's penis begins to swell. It begins to feel as though a goose egg is being pumped back and forth inside him. Within a few moments there is a hot rush of liquid as the dog begins to ejaculate. It turns away from him, cock still buried in his anus, and the flood increases, fluid streaming into him as the dog comes and comes inside him. As the torrent dies down, the dog calms, still standing behind him, still penetrating his body.
"What's it doing now?" the first guard asks, his voice tight with the nearness of his climax.
"It's tied," Jason explains. "Its knot is all swelled up inside my ass, and it has to stay like this until the swelling goes down and it can fit back out through me."
"Shit!" says the first guard, and the hot musk of his cum spills over Jason's tongue. As his hips spasm, driving his cock down into Jason's throat, Jason gestures for the second guard to come forward. The guard complies, already unzipping his fly. His penis clearly strains for release against his underwear, and the guard pulls it out, pumping a few times with his hand before offering it to Jason.
Jason finishes swallowing the first guard's come before pulling away and moving his mouth over to the second guard. The dog protests and fidgets a bit as Jason shifts, but soon appears to calm down. The first guard is hard against by the time Jason is halfway done with the second, and as he swallows his second helping of cum, he feels the hot blast of the first guard shooting his load against the side of Jason's face.
It takes some time for the swelling of the dog's knot to go down, and Jason's face is well-covered in cum by the time it does. "Save some of it!" he gasps as he comes up from swallowing another load. "Save some for my ass! I still need you to put enough cum in my ass!"
"Oh, don't worry," says the first guard with a hearty chuckle. At that moment, the german shepherd gives a breathy woof and stands, his canine phallus sliding wetly out of Jason's dripping anus. Seconds later Jason finds himself thrown stomach-down over the examination table, ass in the air, being roughly fucked from behind.
The guards have apparently well-understood his intention, and fuck him several times over. They seem insatiable. The hot, hurried strokes of one cock will no sooner pulse its contents into his innards than it is replaced by the splitting girth of the other. Jason groans as his anus is stretched open again and again, each slide tighter and faster than the last. They grab his hips and press his ass cheeks together, tightening him up, magnifying the friction and heat and the intense feeling of penetration. He loses track of their individuality; the two cocks seem like one continuous machine that fucks him, over and over, coming and coming and not stopping between loads as one pulls out smoothely to make room for the next with barely a second's delay.
Jason has no conception of how much time has passed when a familiar press—firmer, thicker than a man's cock—butts up against his anus. The plug is shoved back into him, his sore muscles protesting at the additional stretch of it as it pops inside.
"There," says one of the guards, and Jason can hear the grin in his voice. "Will that satisfy your Master?"
"Oh yes," Jason says, his voice laden with subservient gratitude. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
The guard gives the butt plug one last harsh twist before handing Jason his clothes. Jason dresses quickly and makes his way out of the room before the guards can decide to call him back. He is limping badly, each step an agony as it drives the large toy into the abused walls of his passage. His rolling suitcase bumps and rattles along behind him.
"Now, let's see what my good pet brought me," says the slick-haired man, holding the plug in his gloved fingers. He takes a knife from his pocket and cuts into the rubbery plastic surface. It splits neatly in two, and a large plastic bag of white powder falls out into his waiting palm. The man smiles. He reaches down and pats Jason's head. "Did you have much trouble with it?"
"No, Master," Jason says timidly, his voice somewhat garbled by his Master's cock in his mouth. "Only the usual, Master." He groans as Saber, his Master's large Irish wolfhound, begins to come into his ass from from where he is mounted over Jason's naked rear. The dog continues with a few more mad thrusts as its seed floods Jason's rectum. The volume of fluid inside him is so heavy that it leaks out around the dog's cock, staining his thighs.
"Ah, excellent," says the man. "I'll have my contact on the custodial staff retrieve the security footage of your search. I'm certain you will enjoy watching yourself being molested while I have my way with you, won't you?"
"Yes, Master," Jason agrees meekly before taking his master's cock down his throat.