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Stopped at Customs

Stopped at Customs

Stopped at Turkish Customs for an ordeal never forgotten

A job took me to Turkey for a photo shoot. At customs an Immigrations officer examined my passport, asked my business and visa. Procedure required a physical exam by the local doctor along with the customary search for drugs either on person or in person. Following an entrance interview, and having lived in foreign countries previously, these procedures were anticipated. Little did I know that the customs and civil rights of individuals are viewed in an altogether different manner than in the Americans and civilized states?

In the austere customs room, I was ordered to remove belongings from bags for inspection. The inspector, dressed in uniform carrying a riding crop, found medical supplies that I was advised to take to Turkey in case I got sick. Immediately suspicious, I was instructed to stand in the middle of the room with hands above head. Then he shoved the bag at my nose and asked what these were for. I told him that these would save me from diarrhea from bad bacteria in the water for which my body was not a custom. Annoyed by the insult, he threw the bag on the floor and meanly grabbed my chin and accused me of harboring drugs, for he would find in the end.

Dressed, I was ordered to stand with hand behind head and spread my legs. He then groped through my hair, looked in ears, examined my mouth, frisked my torso. Below the waist, his hand explored my crack and forcefully fondled my crotch. Experiencing very minor pain from having scrotum squeezed, I complained vigorously. Then he felt for items in my leg pants and told me to take off sock and shoes. He examined them and threw them aside. His attitude and conduct began to scare me. Little did I know that my cocky attitude and complaint of rough handling would lead to discipline? I was ordered to bend over a table and spread legs still with a shirt and underpants on. The crop guided my feet and vigorously tapped my genitals forcing on my toes. The officer produced a strop/strap definitely twice as thick as my belt and applied it to my buttocks, 12 swats. Secretly I reveled in the intimidation, rough treatment and punishment.

Next, I was told to strip. Shy I took my time resulting in an order to proceed more rapidly. There I stood in socks, boxers, and tee shirt. He said strip everything. Scared, I donned the tee-shirt and socks and stood at attention.

He grabbed my genitals and squeezed them, hard enough for me to begin to sweat. Pain went from my scrotum to brain. Then he tapped the entire crotch with the riding crop and ordered the shorts off. I complied and he found me standing in a jock strap. He then grabbed my cock and balls through my jock strap and squeezed a bit hard than previously saying if that did not come off my butt was going to be swatted for non-compliance. The genitals were swatted hard till I had to bend over to endure the pain.

I took off one jock strap. Then he walked around my naked body viewing every detail.

Angry, I was ordered to bend over the table. He hand spanked the butt and crack down to upper thighs. A mirror provided me a view of each swat and when done a good pink and a warm feel. Silence prevailed. He returned with a cup of coffee for himself. Then to my dismay a razor strap was applied to exposed butt cheeks. This customs officer had done this before and my butt was becoming a shade light shade of red. After every ten swats he would inspect my butt cheeks, run the strap up and down my butt crack. Already my anus was becoming sensitive to the sawing action.

This went on for some time and I was scared and beginning to sweat. The swats were not strong as if to warm up the area, may be 30 in all.

Then thoughts raced through my mind, there are really only two places on one’s person: mouth/throat and rectum. Well I was absolutely correct, agent blind folded me, grabbed my ear lobes, aim a flashlight into ears, holding my head roughly, the nose, and forced my mouth open probing around with gloved fingers. Then I was told to get on my knees when upon his condom covered semi-erect probe from his groin got shoved into my mouth, I was ordered to suck the customary response occurred become a hard probe which was shoved down my throat til I gagged, the thrusting took place repeatedly and vigorously choking til I began to shake, then it was over.

Then bent over the table he put on a medical glove with lubed my anus with a conductive gel mixed with deep heat (causing a chemical burning sensation of erogenous areas), and examined my rectum for drugs. My temp was taken by a thermometer 1” in diameter, stretching my sphincter for other anal activities. Then digital rectal exam, insertion was slow, a gentle single lubed finger followed by palpation of the rectal wall and raking the prostate. No drugs were found. Still over the table the officer grabbed my cock and balls and rather briskly pulled upward producing pain and shoved my belly closer to the table which got the anus and rectum to a most visible angle ready for long peeled piece of ginger handle, which was then inserted roughly. After a bit, good five minutes lapsed allowing the juices to soak into the rectal lining. During this time my balls were tightly tied with conductive rubber electrodes. During this time my cock and balls were swatted with his cane or yard stick and then with a conductive rubber strap which was connected to a stimulator. The noose was yanked pulling the scrotum for better access to swatting. My balls would be shocked every time they were swatted. Sweat dripped from my pits. I could see the ginger being returned to the table. An anoscope was inserted to view rectum followed by a three prong speculum with long pins. Discovering fecal matter, ginger was re-inserted, every time I squeezed the buttock spicier hot juice would inflame by anus and rectum making the area most hot.

My hole was raw from the ginger which was finally extracted with a string. Next a plug was rammed down, what pain. Thought it was a huge dildo only to realize it was an enema tip and then came the fluid. Cramping big time and more pain til was allowed to void. Four more 2 qt enema several with Dr Bonner’s mint soap to make the inners contract and irritate further the results of the ginger. All the while his riding crop wacked my cock and balls which were already very sensitive. His electrified rubber strap would be applied to my buttocks, and inner thighs every time my sphincter failed to hold the enema fluid. Unexpected, a whippy cane like implement, also electrified, who land on crack and anus. The electricity would go from hole to balls. He turned up the current as I complained causing butt muscles to grab the cane increasing the duration of the shock. He aggressive held me by balls. Clearly, still blindfolded, it was time to see if rectum contained lingering capsules of drugs. Bent over the table, his erect probe got shoved in thrusting over and over again. My anus had never been so stretched. Convinced there no drugs he with drew.

I was ordered to stand up and spread legs and hand behind head. Again every element of my body was visually examined. I was then ordered to walk back and forth a bit, touch toes, and touch nose. Satisfied of my mobility and coordination, the head consisting of ears, eye, nose, and throat were examined. The otoscope sent shivers down my spine, and bright light blinded me for a moment. I choked a bit from the tong depressor. This was now a thorough exam for the visa. Again was told to get on knees, I sighed, resulting in wack to my genitals and then shock from now penis to anal inserted electrode. Down I went for another gag reflex test probed by his semi hard organ. This time I choked even more than the first. He mumbed that the first gag test was for drugs and this time to see how strong my gag response was. This test lasted longer. Carotids were palpated and auscultated. Then blood pressure, lungs sounds and palpation and the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope cause goose bumps as the heart was examined. A rubber hammer would excite the nerves producing reflex muscle twitches in arms, legs, and feet. The musculo-skeletal system was examined, then on my back the abdominal organs were palpated and all major pulse points measure and auscultated.

As the last part of the physical, the genitals were thoroughly examined. To begin, a long thin length of ginger was inserted into the urethra aided by lube. Never felt such pain. The Doctor’s assistant stuffed the pouch of my smelly jock strap down my throat to keep me quiet, and held me down during the insertion. Then every element was carefully palpated and the standard test for inguinal hernia was performed. The rectal exam consisted of a single lubed finger palpating the wall and prostate. I stood and the penis was stripped three times for discharge. This doctor was profession, and varies by the books I thought.

Unexpectedly he said he was going to need a semen sample, so I thought I would have to go to the toilet and masturbate. I was wrong. He said he needed a large sample and 45 minutes of a stiff erection was require prior to ejaculation. Besides he wanted to test for erectile strength. He then said that a good hard spanking would make the blood flow into my cock faster before he worked the semen out of my cock. He said that a good sample required prostate stimulation. Again, in his hard probe went, I thought it would explode by now but the more he thrust the harder it got. Convinced my prostate had been palpated, he withdrew.

I told him that I was going to sue him because my civil rights were being denied. He picked up a cat of nine and flicked at my tits, armpits and groin. I really got scared. I was told to bend over and spread butt cheeks. A cane landed in my crack with ever greater force til a good shade of red. Every time I flinched and squeezed buttocks causing ginger secretions to remind me that the man remained in charge.

He gave me a good 25 swats with the razor strap. The result was a hot butt. He was an expert at the strap and my butt was red from top to bottom, left to right including the crack all of the way to the peri-anal.

I was ordered onto the table on my back this time with legs spread. My balls and cock got swatted with the end of the crop. He teased the scrotum with the end of a feather very lightly and I got harder. Then the bottom of the shaft, then the flap just below the head and finally the head until pre cum oozed out. He smeared the precum all over the glans head even with my protestations. He said that I was not allowed to cum and that I should tell him when to stop but that my cock should be on the edge. I compiled. He let my cock sag but not go soft. It was made hard by attention to the glans, and corona. This happened six more times. Quietly I enjoyed being denied of an orgasm, and simultaneously being maintained on the edge. The plug was shoved into anus. I had no idea that it was the biggest piece of ginger available, afterwards the piece was a good 1.5" in diameter and 4-5" long. The entire rectal cavity lit up from the secretions of the huge root. Next while still blindfolded, a tape was wrapped just below the corona ridge delimiting the glans and shaft. When my penis had become flaccid my penis and testicles were pushed through a small diameter ring. The much to my surprise my penis began to twitch from shocks between the tape and cock ring. My penis began to rise without touch. The shocks came slowly and to each assault my penis would twitch. The strength would be varied. During this period the root would be pulled out and another piece inserted. Only this time I would feel shocks in my rectum. The plug must have had two electrodes because the plug would move in and out as if activating the anal sphincter. Then the shock would conduct from prostrate to the entire shaft and then to the corona through the tape. My penis had never twitch and pre-ejaculatory fluid would drip. The doctor would collect and save for the polishing of my glans.

Then my cock head got polished with sawing motion of a smooth stretched piece of cloth, which created pain, sweat. He knew just how far to go to make me throb but not cum. The end of a feather very lightly teased and tortured the corona and frenulum and anus. This was so much better than having the shaft stroked. This doctor was an expert at developing erectile tension. Then he teased my frenulum with his fingers and a feather and the long awaited semen sample was produced. Then gel was injected into my urethra in preparation for a sound, which was connected to his multi-channel stimulator. This time instead of pain the electrical impulses stimulated the inside of my very hard penis, ending in the prostate, and a glans head electrode would be paired with the scrotal/balls electrode. There were moments of pleasure.

Hoping the ordeal was over I began to dress. He said that the test lab would have to see if the sample was adequate. He gave me some water, made me stand in the middle of the room and continued to play with my body, squeezing this and that and feeling my butt for heat.

The lab test came back requiring more semen. This time he ordered me to bend over a padded horse with legs spread. My butt was spread wide open for his razor strap. I took another fifty in lots of ten, much the same as before. His goal was to insure that I be reminded for days of the punishment. Bent over grabbing ankles, he swatted my inner thighs, and sometimes the tip of the strap would swipe my testicles and penis. A violet wand, sending shocks were applied to my scrotum, tip of penis, frenulum, perineum and inner thighs. My inner thighs were very red. I began hissing and breathing hard. I raised my finger asking for a pause which was respected. Then thinking I could not take more I took more until had to tense all muscles to endure the pain, rested a bit and took more. I was allowed to rest for a bit.

Then I was ordered to spread my butt wide open with my hands. The butt cheeks were red but not the crack or hole. So he grabbed the strap 6-7 inches from the end and aimed for my crack and inner thighs. Never had my inner crack from genital to waist be made red. He hit the anus,. In the end my butt was rather sensitive, exhibited black and blue and welts, and all energy has been used to stoically endure the pain. Not convinced I did not have drugs in rectum, his probe penetrated again, thrusting til he finally released staying in til flaccid. I then sat on a chair for a while to recover.

Immediately thereafter I was ordered onto the table on my back. He then worked my cock hard, not being gentle and milked it relentlessly until the second sample was produced. I rested and we had another drink waiting for the lab results.

Finally they said that I was not carrying drugs in my blood. He said I had a bad attitude toward authority swatted my already sore butt a few more times, swatted my tits, arm pits, and genitals, and then grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed a bit and rubbed the glans/head to create devastating pain. Saying that I had better revise my attitude in this country or my butt would receive swats. At that I was told to dress and report to the immigration authority for the next step in the process. This was a ritual I’d never imagined, and yet reveled in.

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