Part 1

Brian paced nervously back and forth across the floor of the small holding room. The bare room was illuminated brightly by multiple fluorescent fixtures and two ceiling-mounted cameras continuously monitored the room.

“What the fuck was he thinking?” Brian thought about his friend Chad as he paced back and forth. Brian and Chad had been on vacation together and were on their trip back to the United States. They had been drinking in the departure lounge prior to boarding their outbound flight. Going through security, Chad got a little mouthy with the baggage screeners. Well, he was drunk and more than a little mouthy. He managed to piss them off with his loud mouth and foul language, so they pulled him out of the line for additional screening. As they were going through his carry-on they found a bag of pot. Brian tried to lay low, but Chad yelled at him to help him out. Next thing he knew, Brian was pulled out of the line as well.

“Drugs are not tolerated in our country,” the chief security officer said firmly to Chad. “This will be dealt with harshly.”

“Hey man,” Chad slurred back, “You can have it. My vacation is over anyway, so let me go on home.” Brian silently wished Chad would just shut up. His mouth had already gotten them in enough trouble.

“We will decide when you go home. We need to inspect for any other prohibited substances you or your friend may be carrying before a decision is made about your departure,” the officer continued.

Four more uniformed officers came over and escorted Brian and Chad out of the line and out the side door of the screening area. Making it worse, Chad screamed obscenities at them the whole time.

The guards took their luggage then put them into individual holding rooms. Brian had to give up his shoes, socks and belt and empty the contents of his pockets before they locked him in holding. He figured he had been in the room for two hours. His flight had long since departed and he was getting a little more panicked with every passing minute. His mouth was dry and he wanted water.

Brian heard heavy boots walking in the hallway and keys rattling as the two guards approached Holding Room 3. They unlocked the door and entered the holding room then closed and locked the heavy metal door behind them. Both guards were dressed in the same grey uniforms and black boots as the guards who brought him into holding. These two guys were all business and didn’t appear in a mood to take any grief from anyone.

“Turn around and face the wall. Hands behind you,” Guard 1 said as Guard 2 stood ready near the locked door in case Brian gave them any trouble.

Shit, Brian thought as he turned around and Guard 1 snapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. Guard 2 unlocked the door once Brian was cuffed.

“You will now be taken for further inspection,” Guard 1 said as he firmly grasped Brian’s shoulder and led him down the hallway.

They escorted Brian down the brightly lit hallway. Brian could feel grit under his bare feet as he walked along the cool cement floor. All of the doors they passed were closed. As they passed one of the doors labeled “Inspection 2” at the end of the hall, Brian could hear muffled screams. It sounded like Chad. Brian was really starting to wonder what the

hell he had gotten into. He should have known he would wind up in trouble traveling with Chad.

They turned the corner and Guard 2 got his keys off his belt. They approached a door labeled “Inspection 1” which Guard 2 unlocked and opened. Brian was led into the room and the two guards entered behind him then closed and locked the door.

As with the holding room, this room was brightly lit with overhead fluorescent lights, cement floors and cement block walls. However, this room was much larger and had a gray metal cabinet and sink in one corner. A table with a red plastic crate on top and two chairs was in one corner. In another corner was a hose reel with a red garden hose and a stainless steel toilet mounted on the wall. The most ominous thing was the large stainless steel table permanently mounted in the middle of the room with black nylon straps hanging from the sides. The whole room appeared to have been recently hosed down and smelled strongly of chlorine bleach. The odor made Brian’s nose burn. Brian got a knot in his stomach and felt a bead of sweat run down his back.

Part 2

Guard 2 stood nearby as Guard 1 walked over and unlocked Brian’s handcuffs. “It would be best if you did not give us a hard time like your friend,” Guard 1 said as he snapped the handcuffs onto his belt and sat down at the table with the red plastic crate.

“Yes, sir,” Brian replied, wondering what the hell Chad had done. Brian said a silent prayer he was going to get out of here.

Guard 1 removed a clipboard from the red crate. “Follow my instructions exactly and you will not have any problems,” the guard said as he began filling out the form on the clipboard. Guard 2 stood by the door watching Brian closely.

“Remove your shirt,” Guard 1 said as he removed a pair of latex gloves from the crate and snapped them onto his fat hands.

Brian’s hands shook as he reached down and lifted his shirt up and over his head as the two guards watched.

“Shake it out and hand it to me,” the guard said.

Brian shook his shirt and handed it to the guard. Guard 1 wrote on the clipboard and placed the shirt into the crate.

“Empty your pockets one at a time. Pull the inside of the pocket out so we can see there is nothing in there.”

Brian did this and wondered why as he had already emptied his pockets once. Brian said nothing as he wasn’t in a place to question anything.

“Remove your pants,” Guard 1 instructed.

Hands still shaking, Brian fumbled with the button on his jeans as he unfastened it, then unzipped the zipper. He lowered his pants, then bent down to pull them off his legs.

“Shake them out and hand them to me,” the guard said as Brian stood there in only his briefs. The hairs on his legs and chest stood up in the cool room air as he shook his pants out and handed them to Guard 1.

Guard 1 made more notes on the clipboard and placed the pants into the crate.

“Hands up over your head and turn around slowly,” Guard 1 said. Brian raised his arms high and turned around as the guards watched.

Guard 2 pressed a button on his radio and spoke into the mouthpiece attached to his shoulder. “Medical. Inspection 1. Five minutes,” he said, then released the button on the radio. The radio beeped and a person on the other end answered back with an undecipherable reply.

Part 3

“Remove your underpants,” Guard 1 said as he stared at the detainee.

Heart racing at 1,000 miles an hour, Brian took a breath. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down and off, exposing himself to the guard. Brian stared down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with the guard. He didn’t mind being naked in the locker room. This was different—very different—he was so conscious of his nakedness as he was inspected.

“Shake them out and hand them to me,” Guard 1 said. Brian squatted down and picked up his underwear, shook them out and handed them to the guard, trying to not make eye contact. The guard made more notes on the clipboard, then placed Brian’s underwear with his clothes.

Guard 1 stood up. “Place your hands on your head,” he said as he removed the black metal flashlight from the loop on his belt.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Guard 1 said as he clicked on the flashlight and shined it in Brian’s mouth. “Raise your tongue up so I can see underneath,” the guard said as he continued shining the light into Brian’s mouth, looking for any contraband he may have concealed beneath his tongue. He then went and shined it into each of Brian’s ears checking for contraband there as well.

“Run your fingers through your hair,” he directed Brian as he clicked off the light and went and sat down at the table.

“Turn around with your back towards me. Hands back up on your head,” Guard 1 said. Brian turned around and faced the door and Guard 2. Guard 2 had a smirk on his face, his eyes scanning Brian’s body as he stood naked before him, hands up on his head. Brian looked away to avoid the gaze of the guard.

“Lift your left foot off the floor so I can see the bottom,” Brian heard Guard 1 say from behind him. Brian lifted his left foot up and tried to maintain his balance. He saw Guard 2 staring at his crotch as he performed his balancing act.

“Set it down then show me the bottom of your other foot.” Brian did as he was told, then received the instruction to set his foot down. Guard 2 was still watching the show with a smirk on his face.

“Keep your hands up on your head and squat down,” Guard 1 instructed. Brian squatted down wondering what they were doing other than showing they were in control.

“Now stand up,” Guard 1 said. Brian stood up.

“Spread your legs further apart and squat down again then come up slowly,” Guard 1 instructed. As he was standing back up, Brian heard the chair move as the guard stood up.

“Bend over. Reach back with your hands and spread your butt cheeks apart,” the guard said as he clicked on the flashlight. Brian did as he was told and the guard walked behind him and shined the light on his butt. Brian couldn’t believe what was happening—this guy looking at his asshole.

“Stand up. Hands together out in front of you,” Guard 1 instructed as he clicked off the flashlight and made more notes on the clipboard. Guard 2 went and got a pair of gloves out of the red plastic bin and put them on his hands as he walked over next to the metal table. Brian stood there and wondered what the hell was going to happen next.

“On the table,” Guard 1 said to Brian as he placed his hand on the back of Brian’s neck and guided him over towards the stainless steel table. Once he had Brian standing at the end of the table, the two guards quickly thrust their hands under his armpits and lifted him up and onto the table. The stainless steel was wet and cold under his butt and he got goose bumps—partly from the cold table, mostly because he was scared shitless.

Part 4

“Arms over your head,” Guard 2 said as he grabbed Brian’s wrists and snapped on a plastic flexi-handcuff he had pulled from his uniform pocket.

“Lay back,” Guard 1 said, as he pushed on Brian’s shoulders and roughly forced him down flat on the table. Guard 2 grabbed the black nylon straps and threw them over Brian’s belly and chest to Guard 1 who fastened them down to the other side of the table.

“Hey, wait…what are you doing?” Brian cried out, his terror building with each second.

“As I said, don’t give us a hard time,” Guard 1 replied as he went to the end of the table.

Guard 2 reached down and messed with something underneath the table. Brian heard the scrape of metal, like someone was unfolding an old rusty ironing board. The guard extended two metal footrests out from under the table. Each guard then quickly grabbed one of Brian’s legs and roughly pulled him towards the end of the table, placed a foot in each foot rest, then strapped each one in with a black nylon strap. The black straps were then cinched down over Brian’s chest and abdomen. One strap was over his chest and arms and immobilized his upper body. The strap over his belly and the ones holding his legs in the footrests effectively prevented his lower body from moving. Brian trembled as he thought of what could be coming next. His legs were spread wide and his butt was hanging off the end of the table and easily accessible. He took deep breaths to calm himself and coughed as the chlorine odor assaulted his lungs.

“Please, I didn’t do anything. It was all my friend's fault. I’m...” Brian pleaded as Guard 1 abruptly interrupted.

“Shut up. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” Guard 1 said as he stood at the end of the table between Brian’s outstretched legs and looked at the scared young guy dripping with sweat, cock and balls shriveled up, and his pucker exposed. Guard 2 stood next to Guard 1 watching Brian intensely. Brian closed his eyes to avoid the stares of Guard 2.

There was a beep from Guard 2’s radio and a knocking at the door. Guard 2 tore his eyes off Brian and went and unlocked the door. Brian craned his neck to see what was going on and watched a tall man with closely cropped hair wheel a cart into the room. The man wore green scrubs and had an identification card.

“The doctor will now check to see if you are medically stable, then conduct an internal inspection,” Guard 1 announced as the doctor wheeled the cart to the end of the table. The doctor snapped on a pair of gloves as the guards both stood next to the table watching the doctor get ready.

Shit…shit…shit. Brian trembled more violently. He didn’t like the sound of ‘internal examination’ the guard mentioned. He felt the sweat dripping from his armpits down his chest and collecting underneath him. Stay strong, he thought. Don’t break down and let them see you cry or carry on.

The doctor approached the table as he placed a stethoscope in his ears. He placed it on Brian’s chest and listened in a few places as the guards observed his every move.

“Heart and lungs normal,” the doctor said as he draped the stethoscope around his neck.

“Light, please,” the doctor said as he stretched his arm back towards Guard 1. Guard 1 handed him the black metal flashlight. The doctor clicked it on.

“Open,” the doctor said as he firmly grasped Brian’s jaw with his gloved hand and peered inside with the flashlight, then released his jaw and handed the light back to the guard.

The doctor moved his gloved hands to Brian’s abdomen and began to press firmly. “Did you find any contraband during the inspection?” he asked Guard 1 as he methodically palpated Brian’s abdomen.

“Not yet, sir,” Guard 1 replied.

What the hell did he mean by ‘yet’? Brian wondered, then winced as the doctor pressed firmly over his bladder which was feeling very full as he had not peed since being in the airport bar.

The doctor then walked away from the table and turned his attention to the cart. Brian heard the cart move. He craned his neck and saw the doctor collecting things from the cart.

The doctor extended a pole from the cart, then turned around as he put on a plastic apron. The doctor then took a large rubber bag bulging with fluid from underneath the cart and hung it on the pole he had extended from the cart. Oh, shit, Brian thought. It looked like the enema bag his mom had used on him as a kid.

“Is this the friend of the man they found marijuana on?” the doctor asked as he stood between Brian’s legs. Brian felt the doctor grab his scrotum and stretch it all around.

“Yes, sir,” Guard 1 said.

“We also found 15 pills of an unknown substance concealed in his underwear,” the doctor said as he grasped Brian’s penis and began to pull and stretch it all around.

“Aaugh,” Brian moaned out as the doctor roughly retracted his foreskin, exposing the head of his penis.

The doctor released Brian’s penis, then walked over to the cart. The doctor returned with a long white package and a metal basin. He set the package on Brian’s abdomen and grasped his penis again. The doctor began to vigorously clean Brian’s penis with gauze soaked with brown solution from the basin. The solution stung when it got into the tip of Brian’s penis. Terrified, Brian just closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the pain, not wanting to make noise and piss the doctor or guards off.

Finished with the cleaning, the doctor set the metal basin back on the cart. The guards approached the table and stood behind the doctor watching him examine their frightened subject. The doctor opened the long white package and withdrew a long beige tube. Holy shit, Brian thought at he looked at the doctor holding the long tube.

At that point, Brian had the sickening realization what was going to happen next. The doctor reached out and grasped his penis.

“NO, please, NOOOO!” Brian cried out, tears running down his face as he struggled against the straps.

“Silence,” Guard 1 said as he watched Brian struggle. “Keep making noise and we will have no choice but to gag you to keep you quiet.”

The doctor began to advance the catheter into Brian’s urethra. Brian stifled his sobs as the doctor continued to advance the catheter, feeling an intense burning as it passed through his prostate and into his bladder. Brian felt urine leaking from the catheter and dripping down his groin and pooling underneath him. He craned his neck and watched the doctor collect some of the urine from the end of the catheter into a plastic container then set it on the cart.

“Label that with the subject’s name and case number,” the doctor said to the guards as he turned his attention back to Brian’s groin. He firmly grasped Brian’s penis in one hand then used his other hand to quickly pull the catheter out.

“Ohhhh,” Brian moaned out as the catheter was removed, again feeling urine leaking out of his penis once the tube was gone.

Depositing the catheter onto the cart, the doctor grabbed a metal tube and flipped it open, squeezing a large portion of clear gel onto his fingers as Brian looked on. This terrified Brian because he knew the doctor was about to put his finger up his butt.

“No, doctor, please no. Don’t, please” Brian pleaded, the tears returning. The doctor positioned himself between Brian’s legs and placed his left hand on Brian’s abdomen. Quickly, before Brian could protest, he positioned his right hand at Brian’s anus then in one quick motion, inserted his index and middle fingers through Brian’s tightly clenched sphincter.

“Ohhhhhh,” Brian sobbed as the doctor’s finger were shoved deep inside, sweeping the walls of his rectum checking for concealed contraband and grazing his sensitive prostate in the process.

Quickly withdrawing his fingers from Brian’s rectum, the doctor turned to the cart and grabbed the tubing coming from the end of the enema bag and fiddled with some things on the cart. The doctor turned around and positioned himself between Brian’s legs, holding the tubing up with a large black nozzle he had attached at the end.

“Considering the circumstances with his friend concealing drugs, we can’t be too careful,” the doctor said to the guards as he reached down and deftly inserted the nozzle into Brian’s anus. The doctor reached back and clicked open the tubing clamp and Brian felt a cool rush as the fluid quickly began to enter his rectum. Brian moaned out as the first wave of cramps hit him and he felt his belly expand from the rapidly flowing solution.

“There’s a mild purgative in the solution. Anything he’s hiding up there will be flushed out,” the doctor casually said to the guards as he cleaned up the cart with supplies.

Brian moaned as each wave of cramps hit him, his belly getting fuller and fuller as the bag’s contents drained into him.

Brian heard a gurgle from the bag on the pole as the last of the solution drained into him.

“Put these on,” the doctor said as he handed surgical masks to the two guards then put one over his own nose and mouth.

“Get the receptacle,” the doctor said to the guards as he reached down and roughly yanked the nozzle out of Brian’s anus. Brian heard a cabinet door slam then Guard 2 walked over to the doctor containing a large clear bucket like thing. The doctor took the bucket and positioned it at Brian’s exposed butt. Man, Brian thought, there was no way in hell he would be able to shit in front of these guys.

“You will release into this so we can check for any contraband you may have concealed,” the doctor said to Brian as he adjusted the position of the container and fastened it to the end of the table.

Brian waited as long as he could, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He couldn’t—not with them watching, he thought. Brian squeezed his eyes tight and tried to breathe through the cramps but they got too intense. Finally, after a few minutes, he couldn’t hold back, and began to expel into the container. The cramps continued but the pain was lessened as Brian released the fluid into the container. Brian heard splashing and periodic farts as the fluid and some gas were expelled out.

“He’s done,” the doctor said after a few minutes as he approached the end of the table with Guard 1.

Guard 1 and the doctor took the container and walked towards the corner of the room. Guard 2 stood there with his arms folded, watching Brian lay on the table. Brian heard water being dumped out as they poured the contents of the bucket into the toilet.

“No contraband,” Guard 1 announced. Finally, Brian thought, he could get the hell out of here, anxious to get the straps removed so he could get off the table.