Chapter 3

A slight frown materialised on the guard’s brow. He walked back to the table and snatched up the scanner.

“Arms out,” he barked.

He scanned every inch of Taar’s body, holding the devise only centimetres away from his flesh, lifting Taar’s cock between the tips of his thumb and forefinger as though it were something he’d found in the gutter. When he had finished, he looked at the screen, pressed some keys, and read the results.

“Did I pass?” asked Taar. It was a small attempt at humour that was met with a fierce glare.

“Bend over!”

Taar swallowed.

The man pulled out a pair of latex gloves from an inside pocket in his jacket. “I wouldn’t look so worried,” he said coldly. “I thought you’d actually be looking forward to this bit.”