🍼 Sissy Smuggler

It had been quiet for a while at the border checkpoint between Poiuytr and Plokiju. That changed when Officer Qwerty spotted a suspicious figure attempting to cross over into the territory ruled by the notoriously strict Archdude of Plokiju.

It looked like another smuggler was crossing the edge of acceptable!

"Halt!" Qwerty shouted, drawing his laser pistol. "State your name and purpose!"

"Oh... uhm..." The figure stammered, looking around nervously. "My name is... Asdfgh... Ujik Asdfgh. I'm here for... uh... vacation."

"Do you know why you are being detained?" Qwerty asked sternly.

The figure froze but didn't answer. He took slow, measured steps towards the officer, as if he knew what was coming next. After a brief scan of his body, Qwerty saw something that made him raise an eyebrow.

"What is all this…stuff," Qwerty asked, gesturing towards the stranger's stomach which seemed oddly swollen.

"It's my stash," Ujik replied casually, "Just some extra supplies."

Qwerty wasn't convinced. He pointed his weapon towards the young man, "Let me see."

Ujik hesitated, then slowly pulled off his loincloth, revealing his firm, muscular buttocks. Qwerty raised a single eyebrow. It smelled like typical smuggling operation, so he prepared himself for anything.

"Please extract your cargo, sir," Qwerty urged, watching every move the young man made.

The suspect sighed and proceeded to relieve himself of his burden, each item extracted from his rectum causing more confusion that relief. First came a harmless bottle of lube, followed by an ordinary old phone which upon inspection contained nothing but tons of legal porn and free mobile games. Then came two BDSM ropes, tangled in knots. Next, a long package of anal beads, shining under the dim light of the checkpoint. Finally, a small jar filled with Painproofen Light, a substance well known in Poiuytr for its painkiller properties. A bag of small cash completed the strange but disappointingly unremarkable assortment.

Qwerty stared at the pile of items, dumbfounded. "You call this contraband?"

Ujik shrugged, "No, you call it 'contraband'. I called it 'supplies'."

Qwerty felt almost disappointed. "None of this stuff is even slightly illegal, why not simply put it in a bag? All this mess was a waste of my time!"

"Just a matter of convenience, Officer," Ujik shrugged again, masterfully shoving all the items back in his ass. Then he took one look at Qwerty, noticing a huge bulge under the officer's tight-fitting pants and squinted his eyes wickedly. "If I may offer you something to cheer up though?"

Taking a seductive step towards Qwerty, he began unbuckling the officer's belt... "Let me repay you for wasting your time." He purred.

A blush crawled across Qwerty's face as he looked around awkwardly. After seeing no other patrols nearby, he let out a breathy sigh. "Just be quick about it," he mumbled, feeling hot lips wrapping around his throbbing cock.

Luckily, their rendezvous went uninterrupted and after sucking hard on Qwerty's cock for a good five minutes, the young man received a fat tip of 100 credits to keep his mouth shut about what happened. With that money tucked securely away, Ujik sauntered off into the night, leaving behind an increasingly aroused yet relieved Qwerty who had quickly pulled up his trousers.

As the last traces of pleasure subsided from his body, Qwerty couldn't help but laugh. If only every smuggler were so entertaining.