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Friday, March 14, 2025

[SS-1514] Maker's Scanner


MAKER'S SCANNER

The scanner beeped very loudly when Quom stepped under it. He panicked, because it sounded like he committed a crime and the police are out to get him. He checked his pockets and started patting his body to check if he left any item in. There was none.

An officer with a nametag named, "Maker" approached him and ushered him away.

"I need to take you in my scanner, Sir. We detected something," Maker said.

Quom continued patting his body, "I am sure that I do not have anything metal or illegal Sir."

Maker whisked him away quickly.

Quom was looking back as he was taken away, "wait, my stuff is still there!"

"They'll bring them after you," Maker reassured.

They went into a room. Inside it was another scanning facility. There was a short queue of men. The men were all fully naked.

"You have to take your clothes off, Sir and put them here," Maker told him while carrying a tray.

Quom sighed, "is this really necessary? I might miss my flight!"

"Resisting special scanning is unlawful Sir..." Maker replied firmly.

Quom surrendered and removed his clothes. He was just three days away from a bodybuilding competition, so his body was ripped.

He noticed that the men who were being scanned were nonchalant about their nakedness.


When it was Quom's time to stand under the scanner, he saw lasers striking his body, enveloping him with heat.

"Ohhhh..." he was moaning while convulsing. For a second there, he lost his senses. When he regained them, he was too sweaty.


But he felt OK. He felt like he did not need clothes anymore. He can go take the flight naked.

The other officers scanned his sexy body.

Then they stuck a buttplug in his asshole. His dick immediately hardened. "Yes, I need that while flying!"

He walked directly into the plane. It was not the plane he booked. But he saw men there. They were all naked. They were kissing. Some were fucking.

Quom knew he belonged here.

The Maker walked out of the cockpit, his glorious body shining and exposed. "Welcome to my flight! We will land in an island where you will be with my other mannequins. You will be my new sex toys."

Quom smiled, "yes. I need this." Then he pulled the man nearest to him and started fucking his asshole.


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