The Cherry-Popping Doctor's Office (Max story)

Every year or so--depending on if he remembered to do it--Fantasy Point theme park CEO Mr. Gregg would make his entire staff get physicals and drug tests.  It helped Mr. Gregg get rid of employees that he thought (usually correctly) were addicts.

This year, Mr. Gregg made an announcement that everyone had to turn in a physical and drug test before the end of July.

This would, of course, include our hot, blonde, buff Max.

Two days before Max went in to go get his physical, he made the unwise mistake of smoking pot with his buddy Brent.  Max went to the doctor's office, had a typical physical and drug test (aside from the fact that the middle-aged female nurse could not stop gawking at Max's oversized bubble buns).  That day, however, the doctor was out-of-town and he never did end up meeting Max since the nurse took care of everything.

A few days later, Max got a call on his cell phone.

Dr. Rick:  "Is this Max?"

Max:  "Yes, this is."

Dr. Rick:  "Max, I need you to come down to my office tomorrow.  It seems that there was an issue with your drug test."

Max knew exactly what the problem was but he didn't think that the small amount of pot that he smoked with Brent was enough to show up on the drug test.  But he was wrong about that.

Dr. Rick:  "Could you be there at 4 pm?"

Max:  "Um.....yes.  Yes, sir.  I will."

Max hung up the phone.  He was in real trouble now.  He couldn't afford to lose his job at Fantasy Point.  Or, instead, what if his boss Mr. Gregg were to find out but punish him for it?  Mr. Gregg would use it as an excuse to spank (or do much worse to) Max's colossal ass.  Any excuse he could find to have some "bonding time" with Max's mega-sized keister, he took it.

The next day--just a couple of days before the end of July--Max had off from work and drove over to the doctor's office.

It didn't take Max too long to get into the office but, once there, he waited on the examination table for about 45 minutes before Dr. Rick to finally come in.

Dr. Rick was a handsome man, in his early-40's, with chestnut hair and dark brown eyes.  He's mid-heigth and average build.  Although he is engaged to a female nurse, he always considered himself bi-curious but never had a chance to act on it.  Many times, on many occasions, the doctor had fantasized about getting a hot piece of man ass.

Dr. Rick entered the office and was immediately struck by how sexy and good-looking tall, blonde Max was.  With his god-like build and perfect, All-American boy face, it was difficult for anyone--man, woman, gay, straight--to not be attracted to Max's looks......and his amazing ass.

Dr. Rick extended his hand to Max who shook it.

"It's good to meet you, Max.  Before I give you your copy of the physical and drug test, I was concerned about one of the results in particular......"

As Max got out of his chair to go over and look at the paper, Dr. Rick noticed the two, round, massive, globe-like bulges practically busting out of the back of Max's basketball shorts.  For a moment, the doctor almost lost his train of thought....

"Um.....but....butt....butt....," stammered the doctor.

"But what, doctor?," asked Max, confused.

"I....uh.....," replied the doctor as he regained his train of thought.  "It seems that your test came up positive for marijuana."

Max could feel sweat beading on his forehead.  What would he do now?!

"Maybe there was some kind of mistake, doc?," said Max, grasping at straws.

"Not quite," answered Dr. Rick.  "These tests are remarkably accurate.  I don't know what to tell you, Max...."

Then Dr. Rick came up with a lightning-quick idea.  He would retest Max.  This would give him the perfect chance he needed to try out some man ass (and what a prime specimen Max was!).  If the drug test came out clear, then good for Max.  If the test came out positive for marijuana, maybe Max would be willing to work with him on "bending the facts" in exchange for Max bending over.

Dr. Rick had never done anything that sleazy before.  But this young man Max was unbelievably sexy, his rear end was a real-life exaggerated version of the perfect bubble-butt, he didn't seem like a genius, and maybe--just maybe--this scheme would work.

"Let's re-do your physical and drug test," said the doctor.

Dr. Rick made Max head into the bathroom to pee in the cup.  Unfortunately for Max, the urine tested positive for marijuana again.  But Dr. Rick didn't tell him that so, instead, he did his own version of the truth.

"Max, it seems that your urine does seem like it may be positive for traces of marijuana but I can't be sure.  I could mark it as either positive or negative because the traces are very weak....It's a tough call," schemed Dr. Rick.

"Please, doc!" exclaimed Max, "Don't mark that down!  I can't fail this drug test and I need to turn it in in a couple of days to my boss!  C'mon, man, please!"

Dr. Rick loved that pleading look on Max's pretty-boy face.  How could he resist those bright blue eyes?

"Maybe, Max, we'll see....," said the doctor.  "Let's redo your physical and make this work, alright?"

"You got it, doc," said Max.

Dr. Rick went through the motions of checking Max's heartbeat, sight, reflexes, and the rest of a standard physical.  He tried to keep his gaze away from Max's ass; whenever he would look at those bodacious glutes, he could feel his cock getting harder.  He didn't want Max to notice this.  At least not yet.

Now came the part that Dr. Rick was looking forward to.

"Max, you're a man now, so it's time to get your prostate checked out," said the doctor.

Max gulped.

"Remove your shorts and lay down on your stomach on top of the exam table," said Dr. Rick.

Max pulled down his basketball shorts and kicked them to the side of the room.

Dr. Rick couldn't believe his eyes.

Although Max's buns were each the size of a basketball, what those buns reminded Dr. Rick most of were a pair of perfectly round, huge, luscious, white cakes.  The doctor wanted to practically eat them.

Today, Max wore a pale blue jockstrap underneath his shorts which (needlessly) framed the ass cheeks even more, making them pop out more than ever (if that was even possible), exaggerating and accentuating them to a more extreme degree.

Max got up on the exam table and layed face-down.  His incredible, absurdly globular buttocks stuck up at attention towards the ceiling, a couple of perfectly spherical mountains of flesh.  Indeed, they looked like two soft but firm white bowling balls side by side.

And they felt soft and firm too as Dr. Rick was now realizing as he placed his left hand on Max's left glute and his right hand on Max's right glute.  The doctor began to carefully, subtly massage Max's enormous buns.

"Holy christ, Max," said the doctor "I've examined hundreds of people but I've never, ever seen such an incredibly round, big, perfect butt like yours before.....Maybe to some people, your butt would be too big to be perfect, but I can't believe how amazing your ass is!  I happen to be an ass-man myself, Max, so I can appreciate what a sensational, unique bottom you have....Wow, such big, round cheeks!  They really are something!"

Max should have seen this coming but he didn't think that the doctor would be like this.  Max just sighed as he layed face-down on the exam table.  He rested his arms beneath his chin.  He figured that this may end up taking a while.  He decided that he would just endure this butt examination and, perhaps, the doctor would be kind to him and give him the drug test and physical results that would be acceptable for work.

"Let's discuss this butt of your's, Max.....," said Dr. Rick.

"If we really have to, doc," Max responded.

"It's obvious by looking at your physique that you're athletic and work out.  What I find astonishing is how highly developed your glutes are.  Is this recent?" asked the doctor as he used his hands to keep massaging Max's massive ass cheeks.  He was working up the confidence to spread the buns apart in rhythm as the massage progressed--he really wanted to get a peek at that delicious little pucker between them.

"They've always been that way, sir.  Especially the last few years," answered Max.

"According to your file, you just turned 21 so, yes, your body is becoming more manly.  You're ripening in a sense......," said the doctor as he walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a longer and wider than normal-sized thermometer.

"To make sure that this is a thorough exam, I should really make sure to take your temperature too," explained Dr. Rick.

Max opened his mouth.

"Haha, oh no, not there, Max," said the doctor.  He walked over to the table on which Max was laying and spread apart Max's bulbous buns.

Max's tight, hairless, puckering little asshole was the color of strawberry taffy.  Max was nervous and sweaty during this very, very intimate examination.  His sphincter looked slightly dewy and moist as a result.  Dr. Rick easily slid the thermometer, slowly and carefully, into Max's juicy, tight hole; he enjoyed watching the object sink deeper into Max's butt.  He stopped pushing it in so the thermometer would have 6 inches left outside the young man's massive bottom.  Because Max's cheeks were so round and full, once the doctor released spreading them, the buns closed shut like normal, almost completely covering the top inches of the thermometer.

"Because your buns are so round, I need to watch that thermometer just to make sure that it doesn't get completely sucked inside you," said the doctor.

Which was a ridiculous claim but served as an excuse when the doctor used his hands to re-spread Max's glutes open so that he could simply enjoy the sight of the thermomter plunged into Max's anus.

Max tried clamping his buns back together and seemed visibly agitated.

"I'm just going to keep spreading you open like this for another minute or so, Max, while your temperature is being taken.  It may feel uncomfortable but it only needs a few more moments to go.....," said the doctor who was feeling a sadistic pride with this scenario.

"It's not just that, doc, it's.....it's....ugh....," said Max while a pained look crossed his face.

"Just a few more seconds, Max," instructed Dr. Rick and, indeed, a few seconds later, he slowly removed the thermometer from Max's hole.  He looked at the temperature which proved to be the normal 98.6.  Even though the object had been removed from inside Max, the young man seemed uncomfortable as he layed on his stomach, giant buns thrusting upwards.

"What's wrong, Max?  Did that hurt your little hole?" asked the doctor in mock concern.

"Only a little bit, doc, but I....I kind of have to rip one," said Max, embarrassed.

"We're both men here, Max, so if you need to fart, go a head and do it," said the doctor, amused.

Max relaxed his jockstrap-framed butt and aimed his big cheeks up in the air.  A couple of loud, quick sounds reverberated from between them.

pppphhhhrrrrpppt!      pphhrrrttt!

A few seconds later, the small room contained a noticeable, raunchy essence.

"Feel better?" asked Dr. Rick.

"Yeah.....sorry, doc," answered Max.

"That's alright, Max.  Because your bubble butt is so round and bulbous, it may make your farts louder when they're released.  They really have to fight to escape from between those big buns!" said the doctor, attempting to make light of the situation but, obviously, perving out.

"I wouldn't normally do this, but since we're comfortable together, I want to be able to fully assess your health by taking a holistic approach to examining you, " said Dr. Rick.  He took a quick whiff of the thermometer, placed it on the desk, went over to the exam table, spread apart Max's buns, leaned down, and pressed his nose to Max's juicy, little pucker.

sniff sniff sniff sniff            sniff sniff sniff

sniff sniff

"You smell good, Max," observed Dr. Rick.  "Nice and healthy."  He went in for a few more whiffs.

sniff sniff sniff

Max could feel the doctor's nostrils flexing against his anus while the tip of the man's nose pushed against his sphincter.

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

"A ripe, manly musk," said Dr. Rick, never happier.

sniff sniff sniff

Dr. Rick pressed his nose as hard as he could towards Max's asshole.  Max pushed his butt upwards so that the doctor's face would be deeper submerged between his cheeks.  If the doctor insisted on deeply sniffing his butt, Max wanted to hurry the process thoroughly along.

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

Finally, after a minute or so of furious smelling, Max could feel the doctor's nose literally, shallowly, penetrate his sphincter.  The doctor rested there for a while, enjoying the sensation of Max's hole puckering against the tip of his buried nose.  Plus, he loved the scent.

After a while, the doctor was afraid that he would cum immediately in his pants, so he lifted his face from out between Max's glutes.  "Ahh!  You smell exactly the way that a strong, healthy, young man should!  Very nice!" said the doctor with a smile on his face.  Max couldn't believe what was happening.

"And now for the prostate exam....," said Dr. Rick as he shoved his pointer finger--without a medical and glove and without lube since he figured that Max's natural juicy funk would be suffiencent--between Max's thick cheeks.

The pushed his finger inside Max's tight hole, slipping it inside, down to the knuckle.  He wiggled it in until he was able to feel Max's healthy, normal prostate.

Dr. Rick deeply enjoyed the feeling of having his finger inside Max's ass.  The velvety, soft, tight chute was deliciously warm and wet.  He felt as though the tight, strong muscle of the anus was practically sucking on his digit.  The doctor smoothly, slowly ran his finger in and out of the young man's butt, loving the vice-like, clamping sensation on the skin of his pointer.  The rest of his hand was fully buried between the massive, round buns which clamped open and close around the hand as the doctor finger-fucked Max's hole.

Max pushed his ass back and forth, towards the doctor's finger, in rhythm as the "prostate exam" continued.  Assessing the other guys who had found an excuse to finangle their fingers up his bountiful rump, Max had to admit to himself that Dr. Rick seemed to know what he was doing and did the best job at it.  The doctor's smooth, firm finger-fucking felt good to Max......who was starting to sport a generous erection himself.

"It looks like that feels pretty nice to you, Max" said the doctor, with a smile on his face, as he ran his finger in and out of the young man's hole.

"It feels.....I....I don't know how to describe it, doc," replied Max, his boner growing harder.

"Young man, I would be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt when it comes to your drug test if you'd be willing to allow me to continue the rest of your prostate exam in a slightly unconventional way," Dr. Rick proposed.

He popped his finger from out of Max's big, juicy butt and walked over to the supplies cabinet across the office room.  The doctor squeezed a fair amount of gel liquid lubricant from out of a bottle.  He unzipped his dress pants and applied the gel to his hard, attractive, slightly larger than medium-sized cock.  With the lubricant dripping off of his prick, the doctor walked back over to Max on the exam table and stood at the end of it.

Doctor Rick told Max to push his body towards the end of the table and to wrap his muscular legs around the doctor's waist.  Now, in this position, Max had his legs around the doctor's body.  Rick's hard cock rested between Max's bulbous glutes like a moderately sized wiener overwhelmed between a pair of oversized buns.

Max turned his head slightly to look behind at this arrangement.

"I've never actually been fucked by a man's cock before, Sir.  Please be gentle with me," pleaded Max, knowing that his chocolate cherry was about to be officially popped.

"I'm going to make this as easy as I can for you, Max," said the doctor who was sweating with anticipation and joy.  "I want you to slowly, carefully push yourself against my erection so that you're opening yourself up gradually".  The doctor positioned the lubed-up head of his dick so that it firmly pressed against Max's tight, little pucker.

Max followed his orders.  He pushed himself against the doctor's cock and could feel the slippery tip gradually begin to penetrate his anus.  It felt hot and burning.  His hole was extremely tight and Max realized that this would require some work AND it was probably going to hurt.

"You're very, very tight, Max," said the doctor.  "I want you to make sure that you stay completely relaxed--that your hole is absolutely relaxed and open to penetration.  Do you understand me, son?"

"Yeah, doctor, I'll do the best I can," answered Max.

"Stay completely relaxed as I'm going to slowly, gently push myself into you," instructed Dr. Rick.

The doctor grabbed Max's waist and gently pushed himself with a gradual force deeper into Max's body, his cock felt resistance from the tight chute at first but, after a few moments, his cock slowly slid, slid, slid deeper into Max's rectum.

"Ow, doc, ow!  It hurts!" exclaimed Max as he tightened his legs around the doctor's waist.  His oversized, round buns clamped around the bottom of the doctor's shaft but to no avail.  The cock was fully entered.

Doctor Rick had never felt such an incredible sensation like this before.  The fantastic tightness of Max's hole and chute created a heavenly feeling for the doctor's hard-as-a-rock penis.  Max's big, soft, jiggling buns rubbed against Rick's balls.  The doctor began fucking Max slowly, smoothly running his dick in and out of the young man's hole.

in and out, in and out

Max tightened his anus around the doctor's shaft, trying to make sense of this painful but pleasurable sensation.  His anus burned and his rectum felt filled as the doctor continued fucking him.  So this is what it feels like to be fucked!, thought Max.  The only thing that he could reference was the feeling of taking a big poop but this was obviously a much more strange sensation filled him up and then filled him deeper in rhythm as the doctor began pushing himself in and out with a bigger urgency.

in and out, in and out, in and out

Max winced, pushing his face against the exam table as the fucking carried on.

in and out, in and out

2 minutes of fucking

The doctor looked down, watching Max's bubble buns bouncing and jiggling against his body as his cock slid in and out of the boy's chute.  Although he kept one hand at Max's waist, the doctor used his other hand to playfully spank the big buns as the fucking continued.

Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!

"You were a bad boy, Max.  You deserve to get this huge butt of yours fucked!" said Dr. Rick as he swatted those basketball-sized cheeks, making them bounce and jiggle even more.

in and out, slid the doctor's cock

in and out, in and out, in and out

5 minutes later, the rock-hard doctor felt like he was about to explode inside Max's ass.

"Doc, this really hurts, I don't know how much longer I can handle it," said Max, panting.

All of a sudden, the two men heard a gentle knocking at the closed door.  Dr. Rick's nurse noticed that this exam seemed to be taking longer than usual and he had other patients starting to fill up the outside waiting room.

"Doctor, is everything okay?  Your other patients are here," said the nurse outside.

"Yes, everything is fine.  I'll be finished in a moment," said the startled doctor, as calmly and normally as he could.

All he had to do was look down at that incredible ass that he was fucking and then, suddenly, the doctor exploded inside of Max.  He had the most fulfilling and earth-shattering climax he had ever experienced.  He felt streams and streams of cum shooting out of his cock and into Max's rectum.  Max, exhausted, continued to open and close his gigantic, round glutes around the doctor's shaft as the doctor's orgasm wound down.

Max had not cum.  Although he, himself, was also as hard as a rock by this point, the fucking had been too painful and his anus felt too stretched.

The doctor slowly slid his dick from out of Max's ass.  On his cock, he noticed some blood and some dark traces.  Max, after all, had just received his first real fucking and the evidence was now on the doctor's cock.

Dr. Rick wiped himself off and instructed Max to clean himself off in the adjoining bathroom.

Max followed his orders, wiped out his sore ass (and, yes, he did notice the blood traces on the wiping papers), flushed them away, got dressed, and went back into the office.

"Here are your physical and drug test results, Max" said Dr. Rick as he handed the young man his copies of the documents to bring to work at Fantasy Point.  "You passed with flying colors."

Max said a quiet "Thank you, doc", shook the man's hand, and exited the busy doctor's office building.

As Max walked to the car, he could feel the soreness of his recently-opened anus.  The ride home would feel like a long one.  Dr. Rick's semen leaked out of his asshole, leaving a moist patch on the car seat which he noticed when he got home.  After he gave himself a necessary, cleansing enema, Max went back out to the car and had to spent a couple of minutes cleaning off the car seat.

Max felt sore into the evening and at the next day at work.  It took 3 days before he felt back to normal after receiving his first, true fucking.  After that, his tight, little pucker was back to normal.

In Dr. Rick's examination room, immediately after his fucking of Max, the good doctor made sure to open a window, to air out the musky room before his other patients arrived.  Needless to say, Max had received a very unique, one-of-a-kind exam.

Whipping Time part 2: Strapped (Max story)

Max's father-in-law, Albert, once again insisted that the ladies of the family take a seperate nature hike from the men.

The family had only 1 full day left on their cabin vacation near the mountains and Albert and his nephew Alan wanted to have one more go at jock boy Max's incredible ass.

The ladies (including Max's wife, Kara) simply figured that the guys wanted to have a few last hours of male bonding time but they did not know that Albert had another secret punishment in mind for Max.

Max was too embarrassed to tell anyone about the wood switch beating that he had recieved a few days eariler from his father-in-law.  Plus, Max didn't want to start trouble in the family, especially from a family that didn't really like him all that much and had already lent he and his wife a ton of mortgage money.  Max knew that he--especially his bountiful booty--was between a rock and a hard place.  Needless to say, Albert and Alan kept their obsessions with Max's ass to themselves.

On this afternoon's hike through the woods, Max noticed that Alan carried with him a supply bag (why would he need that for only a 3 hour walk?) and that he and Albert insisted that they walk on a more isolated trail.  The two older men had Max walk in front of them (so that they could drool over Max's gigantic, round buns bouncing in his shiny royal blue spandex pants) while Albert barked out directions.

An hour into the hike, the three men reached a clearing in the woods where there was an unused fire pit and 2 very basic raw wood benches.

"Max, I wasn't sure that I whipped you well enough the other day.  Sure, I put you in your place a bit, we embarrassed you, and Alan sniffed at that huge, stinky butt of yours but I want to make sure that I make my point clear to you, young man," said Albert.

Max knew then and there that this wouldn't be a normal hike in the woods.  He knew that he was in for it.

Albert removed the long, thick brown leather belt from around his waist and double-snapped it, creating an echo of whip cracking sounds through the trees.

"Strip naked and straddle that right bench," the old man commanded.

"Yes, sir...." said Max quietly.  He took off his sports shirt, removed his shoes and socks, and, last but not least, peeled down his spandex shorts.  The back seam of the tights slowly emerged out from between his massive, beefy cheeks as he pulled the tights down and kicked them over to the other side of the bench.

Albert and Alan marveled at the toned, muscular perfection of Max's 20-year-old, collegiate body.  Max's perfect, larger-sized flaccid cock hung between his legs.  His beautiful balls were covered with subtle, well-maintained sandy blonde pubic hairs.

"Turn around, Max, let's see what those big buns look like butt-naked," ordered his father-in-law.

Max obeyed.  Alan and Albert were speechless at the sight of Max's over-proportioned, globe-like bubble cheeks.  Beads of sweat formed on cousin Alan's forehead while he fantasized about all the things he would like to do to that unbelievable rear.

"Those buns really are like two basketballs side by side," spoke Alan, finally breaking a minute-long silence.

Naked, Max's ass somehow looked even more insanely sexy, round, and luscious than it did when he wore spandex.  The light sweat on Max's skin made the two mounds glisten and shine in the sunlight.  They were paler than the rest of his tanned body but they had a healthy, rosy flush to them.  The fullest, most perfect pair of butt cheeks on the sexiest man-ass on earth.

Here that ass was, right in front of Albert and Alan, waiting to be whipped and violated.

"Alright, like I said, straddle that bench," said Albert.

Max got on the bench and sat with his back to the two other men, one leg to each side of the bench.  He then layed on his stomach, revealing the full bounty of his bottom, sticking it up in the air.  He pushed his butt out at the two other men but, even with the pushing, his buns were so meaty that the spreading barely revealed his butt hole.

"Alan, tie him down to the bench," barked out Albert.

Alan removed some old ropes from out of his supply bag and bound Max's hands together underneath the seat rail.  Next, he tied the boy's legs to one of the support posts holding the bench up.  Alan took his time with this while he enjoyed having his face at the same level as Max's bent-over ass.  Alan got closer to the ass, peering at it, looking deep within the shadows in the crack, hoping to get a glimpse at Max's puckering butt hole.  For a moment, Max adjusted to his uncomfortable position, thrusting his ass up in air a bit more, spreading the cheeks further apart.  Alan finally got sight of Max's dewy, juicy, pink sphincter.  It was hairless, moist, and looked small and tight.  A faint, familiar scent of musk whafted up Alan's nose.  Alan sniffed the air and swooned for a moment while he savored the intoxicating aroma of Max's healthy, perfect, all-American, young man butt.  It smelled cheesy, fleshy.  Alan wanted to dive his nose right into Max's anus but he only stared at it while he tied the boy's legs to the bench.  And those buns in which that tight, little starfish hid between!  So full, so round and massive.

"Hurry up there, I want to whip that ass!" bellowed Albert to Alan.

"You got it, Uncle Albert," said the cousin as he quickly finished the rope bondage.

Albert had Alan stand aside as he began to whip Max's ass with the belt.

Crack!    Crack!    Crack!    Crack!    Crack!

The brown leather strap skillfully licked at the boy's bare butt, beginning to create pink stripes across the wide expanse of skin.

Crack!   Crack!   Crack!

The old man furrowed his brow, concentrating hard in order to hit his desired target spots across the buns.

Crack!   Crack!    Crack!    Crack!

Max struggled, wincing, as his ass was thrashed.  But there was no escape.  He could only endure it.  He quietly sobbed as tears rolled down his face, which created wet spots on the wooden bench on which his face was pressed.

Upper right cheek--

Crack!

Lower left cheek--

Crack!

Mid right cheek--

Crack!

Max's massive buns jiggled and bounced as he took his beating; this made Albert want to whip those luscious cheeks even more:

To punish Max for sassing his daughter

Crack!

To punish Max for being a disobedient boy

Crack!

To punish Max for being a young, perfect-looking man

Crack!

To punish Max because he could

Crack!

To punish Max for inspiring homosexual thoughts

Crack!   Crack!    Crack!

The stripes on the bare butt flesh were becoming bigger, redder, more severe.  The stripes were all starting to merge together as the belt whipping continued.

Crack!   Crack!

No more stripes, only increasing red cheeks; red all over.

Crack!

The tip of the leather lash flicked with a sting on Max's sphincter.

"Ow!  Ow!"  cried out Max.

"That's the sweet spot right there!  Let's whip that hole some more, " said Albert.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

The very end tip of belt whipped against Max's tight, little, pulsating asshole, becoming more flushed and red.  Albert had excellent aim.  Max wanted to scream out but only gritted his teeth at the pain.

The stiffy in Alan's pants was becoming so hard that it was practically painful too.  He treasured every moment he had in watching his uncle whip Max's full, open butt.

Crack!  Crack!   Crack!   Crack!

This was the most painful punishment that Max had ever experienced on his ass.  The old man knew how to whip butt as though it was his last day on earth and every lash gave him another minute.

But Albert was getting tired.  His arm was getting sore.

Max's enormous, bouncing buns were beginning to look like two red beach balls.

"I need to rest for a second, " said the old man, wiping sweat from his brow.  "Alan, go ahead and stick it to Max.  You know what I mean."

Alan took out a large plastic kitchen spoon and a small tub of butter from within the supply bag and walked over to the bench on which Max was bound.

Alan popped off the lid from the butter tub and dunked the round, cylindrical handle of the plastic spoon into the butter.

"Normally, Max, this spoon is used to mix muffin batter but, today, I'm gonna use it to pop that big butt of yours," said Alan with a dirty smile on his face.  He used one hand further push apart Max's cheeks and, with the other hand, dipped the greasy, butter-covered spoon handle into Max's sphincter.  The long, thin, cylindrical handle was only about a dime's width in circumference but it was enough to fuck Max's hole with and enough to literally bring the punishment point across.

"Aaaargh!!!" cried out Max, more with embarrassment than with pain as the spoon handle slid into his butt hole.  His sphincter puckered around the invasive object.  Alan patted Max's buns with one hand while sliding the spoon handle in and out of the hole with his other hand.

In and out, in and out, in and out....

"Mix the fudge, Alan, mix the fudge," laughed Albert as he watched his nephew fucking Max's ass with the spoon handle.  "Rape his butt!  Stick it in there!  Deeper!"

Alan plunged the spoon handle further into Max's rectum, all the way up to the spoon head.  He left the spoon sticking in Max's ass.  The big, round glutes covered the spoon head. Alan used his hand to give Max's beefy buns a few finishing swats, watching them jiggle as Max sobbed.

Albert and Alan then continued their hike, leaving Max alone and tied to the wood bench with the spoon inserted in his ass.

Max remained there for hours, solitary and bound in the woods.  Completely vulnerable.  The spoon handle in his rectum for so long caused a hot, burning sensation in his sphincter.  The end of the plastic handle pressed against his prostate.  Thankfully for Max, no other hikers happened to come across this scene.

Finally, Albert and Alan returned to the clearing.

"So, your big ass didn't feed a family of bears then," joked Albert.  "I guess it's time to untie you and call it a day."

Albert walked over to Max, spread Max's mountainous cheeks, and grabbed the spoon head.that stuck out from the boy's hole.  Albert took his time with it, teasing Max by slowly sliding the buttered spoon handle out, then sliding it back in, before he completely removed it.  Max's tight, little, rosy sphincter snapped shut.

Albert handed the spoon over to Alan who placed it in the supply bag for "safekeeping".

Alan used a pocket knife to cut the ropes and instructed Max to get up.  Even though he was now unbound, Max noticed the red impressions the ropes left on his wrists and ankles.  How he would explain those to Kara was beyond him.

Albert instructed Max to put his shoes, socks, shirt, and spandex back on.

The three men silently hiked back to the cabin but, before the reached the front door, Albert sharply turned to Max and said:

"I think that we put you in your place pretty well this afternoon, boy.  I don't want you tellin' anybody about what we did to you--it's just between us.  Do you understand me, Max?"

Max nodded obediently.

"Very good," continued the old man.  "Don't think for a moment, that I wouldn't hesitate to whip your round, bouncy buns again any time I damn well please, because I'll do just that.  I have a feeling that will happen again one day so you'd better be ready for it!"

"Yes, dad," said Max, humbled.

"Alright, I'm glad that you're learning," finished Albert.

That evening, everyone packed up their things, got in their cars, and headed back to their homes in the suburbs.  Tomorrow was a regular work day and Max's unforgetable vacation was over.

Alan smiled as he hopped in the drivers seat of his car, remembering that the spoon that had been in Max's asshole was now inside his supply bag.  He looked forward to smelling and licking the spoon handle once he got home.

In their own car, Max drove while Kara sat beside him as they sped down the freeway.

"Did you have fun this weekend, Max?" asked Kara, "even though you and my dad had that quick little scuffle?  It wasn't a big deal, right?"

Max hesitated a moment before figuring out what to say.

"Uh....it was alright.  We worked it out.  He got his point across.  It was an interesting weekend, " answered Max.

It truly had been a memorable weekend for Max.  He wondered what it would be like the next time Albert decided to punish him.  In some ways, maybe he was looking forward to it.

Whipping Time part 1: Max and his father-in-law (Max story)

Kara's family invited Kara and her husband, Max, to go with them on a vacation to the cabin in the foothills.

[As you know, Max is the bubble-butt white boy of our stories.]

Along with Kara and Max would be Jennifer (Kara's mother), Alan (Kara's handsome 35-year-old cousin), Laurie (Jeff's wife), and Albert (Kara's father, 65-years-old, white haired, and stern).

Kara's family loved her to no end but some of them didn't know what to think of her young, 20-year-old husband, Max.

Especially Albert.

Although Albert didn't share all of his thoughts with everyone, he thought that Max seemed like he was kind of an empty-headed pretty boy.  With his perfect, All-American face and his tall, toned body, Max looked like a dream come true.  But, in reality, Max could come across as a lazy and vain boy.

When Albert looked at Max, this is what he thought:  "Here's our Max, a blue-eyed, sandy-blonde Adonis who's been given everything in life because of his looks; he didn't earn it.  Not too smart, not too clever, not hard-working enough.  And that big bubble butt of his.....is just something unbelievable."

Although Max was toned and trim, he was blessed (or cursed) with the roundest, fullest, most pronounced bubble butt cheeks imaginable on a man.  He always looked like he had a pair of basketballs inside the back of his pants but, alas, those were his real buns and there was nothing he could do about it.  At his work place--at Fantasy Point Amusement Park--those enormous buns were always on display due to the white spandex tights that he wore playing the park superhero mascot, Captain Fantasy.

Albert thought that Max's job was especially ridiculous.

Albert had hoped that Kara would marry a banker, a teacher, or an electrician--a stable, mature man with a respectable, traditional job--but, oh no, she went and married Max, the silly actor/model--who worked at a damn amusement park!-- because of his cute face and obscene bubble booty.

Albert had issues with Max.  He resented his absurd, video game-playing, gym-going son-in-law.......but, at the same time, he had a strange, disturbing attraction to Max.  Because Max was so physically sexy, it was difficult for Albert to not be at least a little bit sexually attracted to him.  Albert considered himself a normal, heterosexual man but he harbored unnatural thoughts about his son-in-law, Max......with an emphasis on that young man's hypnotic ass.

"I wonder if that big butt of his was spanked by his father?," thought Albert.  He enjoyed imagining Max recieving a good, firm licking but, to him, it seemed that Max's parents were not the type of people who administered physical punishments.  Albert, though, was old-fashioned.  He believed that young men need a guiding disciplinary hand every once in a while.  Just because Max is 20 years old doesn't mean that he should be spared the rod, thought Albert.  He's still young enough to train.

Before they left for the vacation, Kara was in charge of packing her and Max's suitcases.  She packed up all the necessary things but she decided to have her own say when it came to Max's clothes.  Kara and her family enjoyed a lot of outside physical activities when they went up to the cabin.  Max would need to have clothes that would be good for such circumstances.....

A few days previous, Kara had taken a trip to an athletic supplies store where she bought a pair of mens royal blue, shiny spandex tights.  "These would look perfect on Max!", she said to herself hoping that no one heard her.  For Max, for the entire week-long trip, she only brought Max a few things for his lower body.  She packed him a bunch of shirts and socks (he usually never wore underwear because of his big butt) but, for pants, she only packed him 2 pairs of jeans.......and the shiny blue spandex workout tights that she had bought for him.

When they got up to the cabin (it was a deluxe cabin with 3 bedrooms, a full kitchen, living room) in the hills, Max and Kara unpacked their clothing.  Max noticed that he didn't have much when it came to pants and, also, he first discovered the pair of blue spandex that Kara had bought for him.

"Where did these come from?" asked Max holding up his tights.  They were jammer-shorts length and made up of a thin, shiny, royal blue spandex material.  There was a pouch in the front to accomodate a man's cock and balls and, in the back, a vertical back seam in the middle that would surely end up digging in between his huge, globular buns.

"I got them for you," said his wife with a smile.  "We'll be doing a lot of hiking and running around this week so I figured that you should have some good physical activity clothes."

The jeans that Kara had packed for Max were heavy and starchy and not at all appropriate for hot weather and lots of moving around.

"Is this all that you packed for me?" said Max, getting angry.

"Yeah....so what?  You're a guy.  You don't need to have a ton of clothing with you when we're on vacation.  Just make due and don't worry about it, " answered Kara.

"What!?!  People might think that I'm gay if I'm just spending the week showing off in these.  We need to go to the store and get me some more pants," exclaimed Max, holding up the blue spandex.

"I don't understand what the big deal is, Max," said Kara defensively.  "You're always in tights at work so you should be used to it by now.  Plus......I like looking at you when you're dressed that way.  And there's no mens clothing stores for miles around.  I don't want to spend too much time making trips into town."

"Kara, you know that people are always looking at my butt all the time," said Max pouting like the spoiled boy that he is.  "If I'm wearing these tights, then I'm going to have even more looks at my ass."

"Who cares?!" said Kara.  "Let people look.  At least you'll be comfortable when we're doing all the hiking and everything.  Let's go for a hike right now and relax a little bit."

Max grumbled and shot an angry glance towards his wife.  He stripped down naked (which is always a visual feast for Kara), pulled on an athletic t-shirt, and pulled up his shiny, new, blue spandex pants.  They were shorts-length and stretched down to right above his knees similar to bike riding shorts or Speedo jammer trunks.  Max struggled when pulling the tights up over his full, enormous glutes.

"Kara, I think that you got these too small!" said Max.

"No, they should be fine.  I got the best size that I could find for you but, you know......you're more big-bottomed than the standard sizes.  Bend over, baby," said Kara, hoping to help.

Max bent his huge ass over.  Kara used both hands to pull the spandex up over his beefy buns but she was able to finally do it when she used her finger to cram the back seam of his tights up into his rear.  The only way that she could cover his ass cheeks with the spandex was by giving her husband a relatively severe wedgie.

The tights looked perfect on Max but it was obvious that the back seam rode far up his ass.  But this was typical pants problem for Max and his massive butt globes.  The back material always seemed to get stuck up between those balloon-like buns, as though it was being sucked into his asshole......which made his big butt even more obvious because there was never any unibutt--it was always TWO, huge, round, perfectly emphasized ass cheeks seperated by a crevice.  Max usually looked like his pants had been spray-painted on or that the fabric was simply a second skin.  These shiny, blue spandex tights on Max's rump looked almost pornographic in nature.

Kara just stood behind Max, soaking in the view of his butt, watching the back seam of the tights disappearing deeper and deeper between his ginormous ass cheeks with every move he made.  Max's buns looked like a pair of perfectly round, glistening, blue beach balls.

Kara lightly smacked Max's right bun, watching the huge mass bounce against the other cheek, his whole ass  jiggled in it's spandex prison with even the slightest spank.

"Sorry, babe, I couldn't help myself," said Kara with a nasty little laugh.

Max and Kara went on a hiking trail (Kara enjoyed walking behind Max and letting him lead), got hot and sweaty, and found their way back to the cabin where they met up with Kara's parents, Albert and Jennifer along with Kara's cousin, Alan, and his wife Laurie.

After pleasantries were exchanged, Albert leaned over to Alan and quietly whispered:  "Holy smoke, have you ever seen a young man with such a big, round, bubble butt?!  He looks ridiculous wearing those spandex tights!  Why is she letting him walk around like that?"

Alan laughed.  He had always noticed that Max had a full, extra-large pair of buns but, with those blue tights on, it was the only thing that anyone could look at.

"Yes, you got that right, Uncle Albert.  Phew, man, that's a bubble butt if I've ever seen one!  It looks like his asshole is eating his tight pants" said Alan.  Both men chuckled at the absurdity of the sight.  Both were also extremely turned on.

Everyone spent the rest of the afternoon and evening eating dinner, visiting, and playing card games until it was time for bed.

As Max and Kara slept naked next to each other, Kara dreamed of the visual beauty of her husbands's incredible behind.

The next morning, the young couple woke up and joined the rest of the group for a long hike.  Kara insisted that Max wear his blue spandex, telling him that it would be the most comfortable thing for him to wear on the hike--more comfortable, at least, than the heavy jeans--and that he shouldn't feel self-conscious about his big rear end.  Max wasn't so sure but he wore the spandex anyway just to make Kara satisfied.  He didn't feel like hearing her complain.

After a few hours on the long, humid hike, everyone was getting tired, hungry, and thirsty so they made their way back to the cabin to make lunch.  Everyone couldn't help but enjoy watching Max's luscious ass bouncing all throughout the walk

Not too far from the cabin, Alan cracked a joke at Max.

"Hey, Thunder Buns, you don't need to wear spandex tights in the middle of the woods.  There's no one here around to impress," said Alan.

"Well, I wouldn't be wearing these if my wife wasn't such an idiot about packing clothes.  This is one of the few things that I have with me so thank Kara for that," replied Max.

In the woods, it suddenly became quiet.  You could practically hear a pin drop.

"What did you say about my daughter, boy?!" said Albert, furiously.

"Calm down, Al, I'm sure that Max didn't mean it," said Jennifer, trying to calm her husband down.

"No, I didn't mean it.  I was just kidding," said Max sincerely.  "Sorry, Kara, you know that I didn't mean it."

"Of course, Max," insisted Kara.  "It was a rude thing to say but I know that I should have packed more clothing for you.  No worries."  She gently rubbed her husband's shoulder as they made their way into the cabin.

Lunch was quiet and awkward.  Small talk felt forced and there were more than a couple lulled silences.

As everyone got up to put their dishes in the sink, Albert made an announcement:  "Ladies, I want you three to take a hike without us for an hour or two.  Alan and I need to have a talk with Max."

The women knew that something was up but they realized that Albert was angry that Max had talked so disrespectfully to Kara.  They headed out the door, giving "Uh oh..." glances at each other, and walked towards a state park that was only a half mile away.  There they could take a long, good safe walk and leave the men alone for a while.  Kara felt bad for Max--she knew that her dad could have a short temper--but she had no idea what he was planning on doing to Max.....

In his head, Albert knew that this was a unique opportunity so he would use Max's disrespectful comment as an excuse to spend some quality time with that ass.  He figured, rightly, that his nephew Alan wouldn't mind watching and participating.

Alone in the cabin, Albert led Alan and Max into one of the bedrooms.

Albert sat down on the bed and looked up at Max.  "Max, get over my knee, boy," said the old man as he patted his knee with his hand.

"No, sir, I'm really sorry!  I didn't mean to be anything less than completely respectful to your daughter," said Max, sweat beading on his forehead.

"I don't exactly know how you were brought up, young man, but where I come from, men don't talk to their wives like that.  Over my knee, now!" ordered Albert.

The old bed creaked as Max layed himself on it, obediently over his father-in-law's lap.  Alan thought that tall, athletic Max looked ridiculous laying over the old man's knees.  Max's big, round, basketball-sized buns jutted up towards the ceiling, right towards Albert's face.

Albert looked down at the two, huge, blue spandex-covered bubble buns.  He felt that Max's body was like a tray of food stretching over his lap, presenting a pair of delicious, over-sized, shining butt loaves.  He put his left hand on Max's back to hold him in place.  Albert's right hand gently cupped one of Max's enormous buns; he caressed the glute and smoothly ran his hand down the back of Max's leg, running his hand down to where the spandex shorts ended right above Max's knee.  Albert enjoyed the smooth feeling of the spandex tights that Max was wearing.  The boy's legs were firm and muscular.  Albert squeezed, caressed, and pinched them but it was Max's amazing ass that he was most looking forward to exploring.

"Wow!  Alan, have you ever seen such a big, bouncy, pair of bubble buns on a man before?" asked Albert to his nephew.

Alan loved the sight.  "I can't say that I have, Uncle Albert.  With ass cheeks that big and round, you're really gonna have to spank Max hard to make any kind of impression," said Alan.

"I think you're right about that," said his uncle.

Albert began to fondle and caress Max's ass even more, stunned by the mass and density of those giant bubbles; so big and firm yet with a softness to them.  Albert lightly spanked Max's buns a few times, with a couple of gentle swats.  He was mezmerized by how perfect they were, how they jiggled like giant-sized water balloons, and how deeply wedged the back seam of the spandex was between those buns.  The hot, humid weather, and all the physical activity that Max had done over the last couple days, created a sticky situation inside Max's butt.  The sweat and funk of his tight, dewy, little asshole made the back seam of the lycra shorts stick to his sphincter and within his butt crack.  The wedgie was stuck there, the tights were like a second skin, and there was no way for the fabric to escape from between those big, bodacious butt cheeks.  The shiny, blue spandex truly looked painted on.  Albert began to spank Max's bottom.

spank!    spank!   spank!   spank!

Max stayed obediently over his father-in-law's knees.  He did not want to upset him and cause more of a scene so he simply allowed the humiliation to continue.  Max nuzzled his face into the bed while his butt received attention.

spank!    spank!   spank!

With each spank, he instinctively opened and closed his glutes which caused the back seam of his tights to get more and more stuck between his big bubble buns.

spank!  spank!  spank!   spank!   spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

The spandex sticking to his asshole felt strangely good to him.  Even the spanking was starting to feel unusually pleasurable to his massive, bouncing buns.  Because his cheeks were so bountiful, the spanks barely hurt him at all.  Max thought that, maybe, he actually did deserve to be punished this way.

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

"Dad, I'm sorry I've been disrespectful," said Max, his voice slightly muffled because his face was pressed to the quilt on the mattress.  "I know that I deserve this spanking."

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

Max slowly reverse-arched his back so that his huge buns would thrust upwards a bit more towards the ceiling and closer to his father-in-law's face.  He spread his legs more and pushed those thunder buns up in the air more to receive further beating.

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

Albert wasn't really hurting Max.  This spanking was more to humiliate Max; so that Albert and Alan could watch Max's huge cheeks jiggle with every swat and so that Albert could fondle the young man's big, ripe butt.

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

In this position, it looked as though Max was waiting to be fucked up the butt. He knew that he deserved every spank he got.  His big ass--that ass that got him so much attention and trouble--needed to be whipped.  Max was beginning to think that maybe his over-bubbled butt was created to be licked and violated, to be used as a thing of pleasure for other people.

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

For himself, Max's jumbo ass was becoming a source of pain, humilation, sensation, and a kinky, erotic pleasure as well.  The feeling of hands on his cheeks--squeezing them, caressing them, spanking them, spreading them--was becoming a typical ordeal.  The feeling of invasion at his hole--from a finger, a nose, or a tounge--was becoming a source of arousal.

People loved Max's uniquely large bubble butt.  They loved exploring and punishing it.  Max was becoming used to this and, to a degree, had begun to accept it.

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

Albert kept up the gentle spanking, obsessing over the jiggling of Max's shining, blue lycra-covered ass cheeks and the way that the spandex tights seemed to be getting swallowed by his butt hole.  He could feel the warmth of those buns increasing as the spanking progressed.  Alan sat watching nearby while a very hard erection formed in his pants.  Alan enjoyed watching this handsome, young, bubble-butted jock getting his just desserts.

spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!  spank!

"Alan, I want you to take your pocket knife, go outside, find a branch, and cut me switch.  Bring it back in here when you're done.  Max is going to get a good, old-fashioned whipping," said Albert as he continued playing patty-cake with Max's buns.

While Alan was outside, Albert stopped the gentle butt swatting and playfully squeezed and massaged Max's glutes.  "Your big buns are really gonna get it soon, boy.....," said the old man.

A few minutes later, Alan entered the cabin, returned to the bedroom, and handed the switch over to his uncle.  Max continued laying over his father-in-law's knees, huge ass in the air, awaiting his next punishments.

With a sudden Whoosh! followed by a loud Crack! the wooden switch was brought down on Max's behind.

"Aaagh!" exclaimed Max in pain.

Whoosh, Crack!

"Aaah!"

Whoosh, Crack!

"Oww!  Dad, stop!"

Whoosh, Crack!

"UH!"

Whoosh, Crack!

"Please!  I'll be good, I swear!"

Whoosh, Crack!

"No!  Please stop whipping me!" Max cried out.

Alan and Albert laughed to each other as Max got his meaty, beefy buns beat by the switch.  Max began to cry and kick his legs a little bit as the punishment continued.

Whoosh, Crack!   Whoosh, Crack!    Whoosh, Crack!

"Look at that big, tough boy cryin' like a little baby!  Ain't that something!?  Max, you'd really be complaining about this if you weren't wearing your tight, shiny spandex tights.  Can you imagine if I beat your butt bare?  Then you'd really have something to whine about.....Maybe I should pull down your pants, young man?," said Albert to Max.

"No, please, dad!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" exclaimed Max.

"You'd better take your whipping then.  You're lucky that I'm gonna let you keep your tights on this time but, next time, you may not be so fortunate," replied Albert.

In truth, Albert could be switching Max a lot harder than he was.  He didn't want to cut Max's tights, he just wanted to sting his butt a bit and embarrass him with some moderate punishment.

"Alan, come here and hold down Max's legs so that he's not kicking them.  That's too embarrassing even for me to see," directed the old man.

Alan walked over to the bed, knelt down with one knee to the floor, and used his hands to grip Max's muscular calves and press them down to the mattress.  Alan was happy being in this position.  His face was only about 3 inches away from Max's bubble butt.

Albert had great aim.  He continued whipping Max's ass with alarming concentration, hitting various spots on the oversized glutes with total accuracy while never coming close to hitting Alan.  Alan simply enjoyed the view.....and more.

Whoosh, Crack!   Whoosh, Crack!   Whoosh, Crack!   Whoosh, Crack!

Through the sounds of the switching, Albert could hear Alan suppressing a giggle.

"What is it, Alan?" asked Uncle Albert.

"Well.....with my face being so close to Max's butt, I think that I'm catching a few whiffs of man ass," answered Alan.

Albert stopped beating Max and put down the switch.

"Ha!  Oh really?" asked the old man.

Max felt completely embarrassed.  The last couple of days had been hot and active.  He wasn't so sure if he liked the idea of his wife's cousin catching whiffs of his sweaty, musky butt.  Indeed, Max layed on his stomach, over Albert's lap, his legs were open and his big butt pushed up in the air.  It wouldn't surprise Max if there would be a subtle aroma, especially if someone's face were close enough to his hole.  The spandex that he was wearing was made of a thin material.  The tights wouldn't do a whole lot to block a particulary pungent butt smell, especially since they've been sticking to his juicy hole for a long time.

Alan continued looking at Max's butt and sniffed the air.  "Yep, I'm pretty sure that I'm smelling Max's big butt right now," said the man with a chuckle.

Albert leaned forward, closer to Max's behind, and sniffed the air too.  "I think that I can smell it too," he said.

Alan released his grip from Max's calves and brought his hands up to Max's huge bulbous glutes, placing his left hand on the left bun and his right hand on the right bun.  He stayed in the kneeling position so that his face was on the same level as Max's ass.  He pushed himself forward so that his face got even closer.  With his hands, Alan squeezed and massaged Max's glutes, pushing them together and gently spreading them open in a rhythm.  Open and close, open and close.  Even with his big hands, Alan couldn't completely grip the massive expanse of Max's round, basketball-sized butt cheeks.  When the buns were spread open, Alan could see the dark, wet spot where the blue spandex stuck to Max's puckering, moist asshole.

"God, I've never seen such an amazing ass on a man!  These bubble buns could turn anyone gay, I think," said Alan as he played with Max's ass, squeezing the huge globes together and then pushing them apart.  He continued this for a few more moments before he got the courage to go in.

While he used his hands to spread the buns open, Alan dove his face between Max's thick glutes.  Max could feel Alan's nose rummaging around between his butt cheeks and, finally, the nose pressed against Max's puckering hole.  Through the spandex, Alan sniffed and sniffed Max's butt while his face stayed buried between the huge, bulbous cheeks.

A minute passed and the sniffing continued.  Five minutes passed and the sniffing continued.  Alan's nose stayed firmly lodged between Max's buns.  Max, after a while, felt like his hole was being massaged by Alan's nose, the tip practically trying to penetrate through the thin, spandex material stuck to his hole, Alan's nostrils flexing against the moist sphincter.  Max spread his legs wider and pushed his big butt back towards Alan so that Alan's face and nose were even more buried in there.  The nose pressed harder, the sniffing became more furious.  If it weren't for the spandex, Max's hole would have been fucked by the tip of Alan's nose.

"Phewy!  This is one stinky-butted boy!" exclaimed Alan, pretending as though he wasn't enjoying having his face practically eaten by Max's ass.  "I don't know if it's just because it's a hot, sweaty day or if the scent is always gets trapped in there by these big, round buns but, man oh man, Max is ripe!"

And, with that, Alan dove his face into Max's butt.  Max pushed his butt into Alan's face while Alan sniff, sniff, sniffed for what may have been another 10 minutes.  While this was happening, Albert chuckled and patted Max's sore, whipped, jiggling ass cakes as he watched his nephew smelling and nose-fucking his son-in-law's shining, spandex-covered ass.

Tears rolled down Max's face.  He felt embarrassed, humiliated, and turned-on.  He knew that he was getting an obvious boner and he was pretty sure that Albert could feel it throbbing against his lap.  He could also feel that Albert was getting a semi-hard/semi-flaccid old man erection.  Max could feel it pushing against his stomach while Alan's nose pressed into his butt hole.

"Alright, alright, I think that we've taught Max his lesson for today....," said Albert as he forcefully pulled Alan's head out from between Max's ass cheeks.

Alan obeyed but seemed like he wasn't quite ready to come up for fresh air.  He playfully spanked both of Max's cheeks, got off from the floor, and went into the bathroom (most likely to wipe away the cum from in his pants).

Max stayed bent over Albert's knees.  Albert gave a few hearty final whacks to Max's huge ass with his hands and then pushed Max from off the bed and off his lap.  Max slid to the floor on his stomach, bubble buns jiggling as he layed on the floor, breating heavy with defeat and embarrassment.

Albert stood up, got off the bed, and reached down, gripping Max by the hair.  "Listen here, boy, you're going to do as I say whenever I'm around.  You understand?" said Albert.

Max nodded.

"You'd better," said his father-in-law.

A few minutes later, the three wives walked in and asked if everything was alright.

"Everything is fine.  Alan and I just wanted to let Max know that we don't shy away from discipline around here," said Albert.  The women said "Okay, fine" and then the group headed out for another hike followed by a trip into town to have dinner.

That evening, Kara noticed that Max was more quiet than he usually was and was better mannered.

"Being Bad" (Max story)

It was late June.  Max was off from his job at Fantasy Point Amusement Park for this day and his wife, Kara, had the day free too from her job at the bank.  Today was the day for Kara's family's annual BBQ reunion and Max and Kara were obligated to attend.

Max and Kara had been married for a little over a year.  Her family thought that Max was a nice young man but what they enjoyed most about him was his pair of bodacious, oversized bubble butt cheeks that everyone liked looking at and commenting on.  Both the men and the women in Kara's family were amazed at how full, luscious, massive, and perfectly round Max's buns were.

Today Max wore a pair of preppie, plaid shorts that would be loose on anyone else but with his full, gigantic rump that he possessed, the shorts cupped his huge cheeks like an extremely flattering second skin.  No matter what he wore, those buns were always on display.  There was no way around it.

It was a fun day at the BBQ, about an hour outside Charlotte in the suburbs of North Carolina, but humid, hot, sticky, and sweaty.  Everyone ate, drank, and had a good Sunday time together.  Kara's cousin Alan at one point made a joke about Max's favorite baseball team to which Max joked back.  Alan used this as an excuse to make a dig about Max's behind.

"You'd better watch out, Max, or I'm gonna take off my belt and beat that huge ass of yours!," joked Alan (only partially joking; in reality, subconsciously, he wished that he did have an excuse to punish Max's overstuffed keister).  Everyone laughed.  It was a light joke but a few aunts and uncles were surprised that someone had the nerve to address the elephant in the room that everyone noticed but were sometimes apprehensive to address:  Max's rear end.

Her cousin's comment made Kara's thoughts switch over to her husband's amazing ass.....an ass that she wanted to explore and do naughty things to.  It would be awkward for her to initiate assplay on her husband but, surely, there had to be a way to make it happen.  But how would she do it?  Max noticed that Kara was drinking more cocktails than usual and she was acting silly and giddy.

At the end of the hot day, Max and Kara said goodbye to her relatives and drove an hour back home to their house.

As they walked up to the front door, Max said: "I can't wait to take a shower!  I feel rank!"

"No, no baby let's watch a little TV first and relax for a while," said Kara.

Max found her comment strange but whatever.  If she wants to watch some TV for a while, that was okay with him.

Max and Kara went into the living room and switched on the TV to watch a sitcom.  Max layed on his stomach on the floor, playing with their golden lab dog, Boxie.  This was a lypical way for him to watch TV.

Kara layed down on the couch and looked over at her husband......with his big, full bubble buns sticking up towards the ceiling.  Max's butt looked amazing in his tight, preppie plaid shorts.  The back seam of the shorts, Kara noticed, was starting to ride up his ass a little bit, making the big, bouncy buns of his look especially delicious.

Kara decided to join Max on the floor.

"Ooh, I'm feeling tired and I need some pillows," the young wife said as he got between Max's legs and layed down.  She placed her head on his butt as though his cheeks were huge cushions.

"Here's a couple of big, nice pillows!  Wow, I feel so sleepy right now.....," said Kara.  She planted her face, face-down, between Max's massive glutes which were a perfect combination of muscle and baby fat.  She just stayed there with her face between her husband's butt cheeks.  She began nestling her nose and mouth deeper between his thick, massive, strong, doughy buns.

"Mmmmmm.....I just want to sleep right here tonight," expressed Kara with pleasure as she used her hands to squeeze and squish the ass globes while her face remained implanted between them.

Max was shocked at what was happening.

He turned his head to look as far behind him as possible, looking at his wife's face increasingly submerged between his mountainous rump loaves.

"Babe, I wouldn't do that if I were you.  I probably really stink right now, " suggested Max who couldn't believe his wife's kinky behavior.  She was half-drunk and acting out of character.

"Let's see about that," said Kara's muffled voice within Max's ass.

sniff sniff sniff sniff    sniff sniff     sniff sniff sniff

Max could feel and hear Kara sniffing her cute little nose between his cheeks.

He decided to really show her that she probably shouldn't go there.  Max spread his legs and pushed his butt towards the ceiling, closer to Kara's face.  Kara's face became even more deeply wedged between his glutes, burying her face even deeper inside his bubble buns, Max's butthole pressed right against her nose.  Max held this position for a while and realized that Kara just kept right on sniffing.

"Kara, you can't honestly tell me that you enjoying smelling my sweaty butt.....that's pretty nasty of you," said Max.

"I do!  I don't know what's wrong with me.  I love your scent; I can smell it through your shorts.  You smell so good," said his wife, as she came up for air for a moment.  Then she went right back in, face-first, back into Max's ass.

sniff sniff    sniff sniff

"I don't think that we should be doing this," said Max as he tried to get up from off the floor.

"No, please!  Just stay like this!  We need to try different things.  Just do this for me," said Kara as she pulled down Max's shorts from off of his butt.  She playfully smacked one of his bare, basketball-sized cheeks and then dove her face into his naked, bulbous bottom.

Kara started rimming Max.  Her sweet little tongue flicked his moist balloon knot, lapping at the salty, slightly bitter taste of his sphincter.  She kissed his butthole for a while, softly and lovingly, and then began to lick at it with long, swiping lashes of her tongue.  Kara licked and kissed every inch of her gorgeous young husband's expansive derriere, taking time to make love to his huge butt cheeks and to the taboo delight that nestled between those buns.

Kara grinded her face deeper between his cheeks while Max pushed his big bubble butt more against her face.  Kara humped with her face rythmically, savoring the stinky-sweet aroma between Max's meaty globes, tasting his uniquely delicious asshole.  She did this for over half an hour while Max enjoyed the sensation of having his ass worshiped.

Kara's tongue finally got tired.

"I'm being bad tonight, Max.  I've always wanted to do that to you.  I don't ever want you to feel embarrassed about your big butt.  I love it!" she said as she continued to squeeze and massage her husband's buns with her hands.

By this point, Max's entire ass was wet and sticky from all the licking and rimming.  "I just wish that you would have waited until after I showered, babe....," said Max with blushing embarrassment.

"Um, well, I liked it just the way it was actually, " confessed Kara as she playfully spanked his big, jiggling man buns.  "I want to use some toys on it.  I'll be right back," she said as she was about to lift herself off of the floor.

"No!" said Max.  "Let's just relax.....maybe we can do that some other time, okay?"  Max was still trying to process how perverted his wife had become.  Getting a rim job from her was one thing but getting fucked by her would be too much for one evening.

"I didn't embarrass you did I?" asked Kara.

"No, it's just that....Let's just do things one step at a time," said the young man.

Max's deluxe bubble butt was still bare and shining up at Kara, slicked with sweat and saliva, as he layed down on the floor on his stomach, trying to hide his rock-hard erection so that his wife wouldn't see how much he enjoyed the ass worship.

Kara looked down at Max's dreamy rear end.

"Alright.  I'll use the toys on you later then," she said with a naughty little smile.

"Deep Inside" (Max story)

Blue-eyed, blonde, tall, big-butted, 20-year-old Max was going to be late for work.  His wife Kara always dropped him off at his job at Fantasy Point Amusement Park which was 15 minutes away from the bank where she worked as a teller.  She picked him up afterward in the afternoon.

This morning, Kara (a pretty, petite brunette) was helping her friend Mindy over the phone, dealing with another boyfriend relationship crisis.

Max looked at the clock in the kitchen and was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.  He did not want to be late for work.  Being late would just provide his boss, Fantasy Point CEO and closet homosexual Mr. Gregg, with another excuse to spank Max's oversized bubble butt.

Max was too embarrassed to tell his wife, or anyone, about the spankings and ass treatments that he received from his boss.  The pay was good and he wanted to provide his share of the mortgage on their new little suburban house.  He wanted to feel like a man, a true provider, to Kara but in order for him to do that, his job had taken on some strange details.

Mr. Gregg had not spanked Max or embarrassed him or had done any ass-play with him (or with his co-worker Jeff) in a few weeks now.  Max thought that maybe he was in the clear.  Maybe Mr. Gregg had realized how wrong, perverted, and incredibly inappropriate his attention towards Max's ass had been and maybe now the strange situations would fade off?  That was Max's hopes anyway.

But Max was very wrong about that.  Mr. Gregg's obsession with Max's massively round bubble ass had only grown stronger as Max would see later today.....

Max had spent the early morning playing basketball with his neighbor Alan and then worked out in the house basement (where he had some basic weights).  He had taken a shower and then squeezed himself into his work uniform which was a white spandex superhero costume since, as we all know, Max portrayed a superhero character, Captain Fantasy, at the amusement park.

Mr. Gregg had provided Max with 3 exact copies of the spandex costume so that in case one ripped or was being washed, Max had the same costume to wear.  Privately, Mr. Gregg almost wished that Max would always wear the same sweaty costume.

The spandex was always skin-tight on Max.  The shirt showed off Max's pumped, muscular frame and then the pants, the tights, fully displayed both of his gigantic, plump, basketball-sized rump cheeks.  When he was wearing the thin, white lycra, it did look like someone had stuck 2 basketballs down into the back of his pants, the buns were that huge and perfectly round.  The back seam of the tights always dove deep, deep into the ass crack and, by the end of the day, were stuck deep up there and to Max's moist, tight asshole.  He never wore underwear under his tights.  Mr. Gregg said that he wasn't allowed to.

Kara, being the good little wife, always insisted on washing Max's tights.  She couldn't believe that her huband's workplace, a fun family amusement park, would allow such a revealing costume!  But, after all, the character that he was playing was supposed to be like a comic book man so she just figured that the costume was just part of the agreement.

Kara was completely aware that her gorgeous young husband had a uniquely large bottom.  She always saw women-and some men-looking at Max's butt.  Kara had to admit to herself that she was guilty of thinking sinful thoughts about her husband's rear end, but she would only playfully smack it when she was kidding around with him every once in a while.  She was a regular, conservative young woman so she never truly indulged her curiosity that she had about that part of her husband's body.....What if she were to lick it?  What if she were to spank his bottom with a ruler?  What if she were to put a finger, a dildo, or a strap-on in his ass?  What if?

That would be gross, sinful, and twisted.  Kara wasn't that kind of a woman.  She needed to keep her fantasies to herself.

Lately, that was becoming more difficult.  Kara loved washing Max's spandex costume when he was out with his friends.  She became a whiz at washing out the natural stains that would attach themselves to the stretchy fabric.  She would make them clean, clear, spotless, and fresh on a weekly basis.  But sometimes the costume came to her very sweaty and stinky depending on how hot it was that week.  The most intriguing  part of the costume to her was......the back end.

Kara could always tell what little section of the pants was the part that had been up Max's butt.  Max always kept himself especially clean, considering that his work uniform required him to wear white spandex tights, however a butt is a butt.  Every once in a while, his wife would notice a slight, faint, cream-colored mark where Max's juicy, sweaty, little pucker had been.  Kara loved to take her time sniffing that part of his pants, savoring that lucious, sweet, cheesy musk.  For this she always felt guilty, nasty.  Her husband's work costume was turning her into a pervert.  She loved seeing him in his costume five days of the week, looking at his voluptuous thunder buns jiggling in his tights.  She felt that this was wrong, her desire to explore his ass.  Why couldn't Max just have a normal job like other husbands?  Why did he have to be an actor at an amusement park?  Kara appreciated that Max was well paid but sometimes she wished that he worked somewhere else doing something different.  She didn't always like being tempted into doing forbidden carnal things such as sodomizing or smelling her husband's big bottom.  She wasn't that kind of a lady!  Or so she thought.

Back to the kitchen, today:

"Kara, we have to go or we'll be late for work," said Max, wearing his white spandex costume, over to his wife in her typical skirt-and-blouse bank uniform.

"Okay, baby, I'll be off in a second," replied his wife.  She made sure that Mindy could hear this on the other end of the phone line, using this as an appropriate excuse to get off of the house phone.  Kara said goodbye to her friend, hung up, grabbed her keys and purse, and headed out the door with her husband.

The young couple had gotten use to the neighbors giving strange looks to them when they were outside.  Max's costume looked like something out of a gay fetish porn movie.  They just waved and smiled to the old couple across the street watering their lawn.  Just get in the car, just get in the car....

Kara was both turned on and embarrassed by Max's costume and, especially, his huge, attention-magnet keister.  She was tired of other women-and men-checking out his plump backside.

The drive to work was pleasant. Max and Kara always enjoyed a nice morning exchange; Kara was deeply in love with her Adonis-like husband.

They were 10 minutes late.  Hopefully this would prove not to be a big deal.

They finally got to Fantasy Point where Kara dropped Max off at the employee entrance.  "Call me when you're done at work, honey," she said.  Max kissed her on the lips.  "Sure thing, babe."

Kara watched Max walk into the employee building with his cell phone in a work case that he always took with him.  As she was driving away, in the rearview mirror, she watched Max stroll inside (after 2 months, he was finally starting to become used to his revealing costume) his massive rump loaves bouncing in their tights.  Kara sighed as she drove onto the freeway entrance nearby.

As she drove on the highway, Kara realized that she was just going to go ahead and do it.  She was going to try to initiate ass-play into her intimate time with her Max.  She knew that Max was self-conscious and sensitive about his big, round buns but maybe he would accept indulging her fantasies?  It was sinful but times were changing.  It was worth a try.

Kara knew that she was going to be mildly late for work anyway so she decided that she would stop a local adults-only store not too far away from the bank.

She parked behind a beautiful, black limousine sitting out front.

Inside the sex shop, Kara felt like a scum bag.  She did not feel good going in there.  She made her way quickly through the little store and finally spotted a set of small, phallic butt plugs.  They would not hurt Max too much, she thought.  Kara grabbed the box and waited at the counter while the clerk finished ringing up a good-looking, middle aged gentleman in a suit who was buying an indentical box of butt plugs along with a jar of grease and a wooden switch.

This was Mr. Gregg, Max's boss, who she had never met before.  Kara thought that it was a funny coincidence that this man was purchasing the exact same thing as her.  The suited man looked over at her and gave a polite, embarrassed nod with a chuckle since they were buying the same thing.  Kara just gave a small smile and looked down at her shoes.  Why was she going through with this?

"Don't forget to get lubricant too," said Mr. Gregg quietly.

What a smarmy thing for a man to say to a young woman that he did not know!  But he was probably right.  On the store counter, was a jar holding tiny bottles of lubricant.  Kara grabbed some of those and then bought her nasty toys.  She couldn't wait to leave the store.....but then she couldn't wait to get Max home tonight too.

In his limousine, Mr. Gregg had some plans for Max and his sexy, big ass.  Max was a backdoor virgin as far as Mr. Gregg could tell when he finger-fucked him a couple of weeks back.  But he wanted to do more to Max's behind hence the set of butt plugs.  Mr. Gregg decided that he would look for an excuse to use them on Max sooner rather than later.  The wooden switch would be used to whip the boy beforehand.

Mr. Gregg was dropped off at his office at Fantasy Point.  He entered the building, entered his luxurious private office, and then hid the butt plugs, grease, and switch in an upper shelf in his polished desk.  Enough of the perverted thoughts, thought the CEO, it's time to get to work.  Mr. Gregg logged on to his computer.  Throughout the day, he checked company reports, finacial data, and employee information.  He noticed that today, according to the time clock charts, Max had been late about 10 minutes.  Mr. Gregg decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to put Max's butt in check.  It was time, thought the boss as a stiffy grew in the front of his expensive work slacks.

Mr. Gregg called Max into his office at the end of the afternoon.

In walked Max, his juicy young body glistening in the white spandex costume.  His face was so handsome and rosy from the heat.  Two obscenely large bun globes protruded and bounced behind him as he walked towards Mr. Gregg's desk.

Max noticed, with rightful concern, that on top of his boss's desk were 3 different medium and small sized phallic butt plugs, a jar of anal grease, and a wooden switch.

"Is it because I was late, sir?" asked Max quietly.  He knew what was coming and then he realized that Mr. Gregg's past sadistic treatments of his ass were far from over.  It was not just a phase that his boss had gone through.

Mr. Gregg wheeled his leather chair out from the other side of the desk and placed it in front of the desk.  He sat down and patted his lap audibly.

"Over my knee, Max," ordered Mr. Gregg with a smile on his face.  Max obeyed, lying himself over his boss's lap.  His extra-extra-extra large spandexed bubble buns pointed up towards the ceiling and towards his boss's face.

"Well, there they are!  The biggest pair of boy buns that I've ever seen.  So big, so thick, so perfectly round, so bouncy!" said Mr. Gregg as he began spanking Max with the palm of his right hand.  One cheek, then the other cheek.  Back and forth

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

"I love how your huge loaves jiggle with each little slap, Max.  They're just like a pair of oversized, overstuffed water balloons!  It's like they're made of a thick jell-o!" teased Mr. Gregg as he continued punishing Max.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  One cheek, then the other cheek.  Back and forth.

Mr. Gregg was taking his time with it, enjoying himself.

Max's gargantuan, beefy buns did indeed jiggle and shake encased in their shiny white spandex tights.  The back seam of the tights seemed to dive deeper and deeper between Max's buns as the spanking progressed.

"Since it seems like your butt enjoys eating your spandex as it is, I think that I'll feed it even more!" said Mr. Gregg as he pulled the back of Max's tights further up his butt, giving him a severe wedgie.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Max as the back seam of the spandex sliced into this taint and into his butt hole.

Mr. Gregg loved increasing Max's already intense tights wedgie.  The seam lodged deeper and deeper between Max's cheeks, chaffing against his anus as Mr. Gregg continued assaulting the mega-sized jiggling globes, spanking them with his other hand.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

"Ouch!  Ouch!" cried out the jock boy as he began to kick his legs while over his boss's knee; the spanks began stinging his huge, meaty butt and the spandex wedgie sliced into this asshole.

"Let's pull your tights down the other way!" said Mr. Gregg as he pulled the back of Max's spandex pants in the opposite direction; pulling them down off over his ass, exposing those two ginormous globes.  Max's rosy, bare butt aimed up towards the celing, framed perfectly over his boss's lap.

"Ah, even more vulnerable now!" said Mr. Gregg as he reached back towards his desk and grabbed the wooden switch.  "Since your ass is so well-padded, I thought that maybe you need something with more bite!"

Switch!  Switch!  Switch!

Mr. Gregg whipped the bare flesh of Max's posterior with the very thin wooden rod.

"Aaaaahhhh!!!!  No, sir!!  Please!!" yelled out Max.

Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!  Switch!

Max was kicking his legs and crying as the switch whizzed through the air, whipping the giant buns.  Such a small, thin object hurting such a large amount of mass seemed comical to Mr. Gregg.  But, indeed, the switch was creating skinny, bright pink stripes across Max's naked rear.

"Stop, Mr. Gregg!  This is torture!!!" cried out the beefy jock pitifully.  Mr. Gregg was so used to Max always playing it cool, never showing his emotion.  The boss loved seeing Max so emotional and upset!

"Alright, Max, I will be you must promise me that you're going to be more respectful about coming into work on time," said his boss.

"I will, sir!  I promise!" pleaded the boy.

"You deserve more licks with this switch but I suppose that I could substitute those for another kind of punishment," said Mr. Gregg.

"Alright, anything sir!  Just don't whip me!  It hurts so bad!," sniffled Max, bent over Mr. Gregg's knees.

"I'm going to get my point across to you in a different way then," said the boss as he reached back towards the desk and placed the switch on top of it.  He grabbed the small jar of anal grease, unscrewed the top, and dipped his pointer finger into the cake of grease.  He scooped out a dab of the lubricant.  With his other hand, he patted one of Max's overfull butt cheeks.

"Max, get up and strip down completely naked," said the boss.

Max got up from off of Mr. Gregg's lap, whipped off his spandex shirt, removed his boots, and completely peeled off and cast aside his lycra pants.  Mr.  Gregg enjoyed the sight of Max's juicy, young cock and balls which he had never seen before until now.  Totally nude, Max was magnificent.  He still stood in front of his seated boss, awaiting his next orders.

"Back over my knee, boy!" bellowed Mr. Gregg

And back over Mr. Gregg's lap went Max.

"With your overstuffed butt cheeks, I'm really going to have to pry you apart in order to get to your stinky, little hole.  I want you to spread your legs as far apart as you can and thrust your butt up towards the ceiling!" ordered Mr. Gregg.

Max did as he was told.

Even with Max's legs spread, his thick, pillowy buns were so massive that Mr. Gregg couldn't quite see the hole.  He reached his hand between Max's cheeks and spread his fingers so that the buns would be increasingly parted.  With one hand pushing one cheek one way, and with his other hand pushing the other cheek in the opposite direction, Mr. Gregg spread Max's enormous buns open, finally exposing the dewy, pink, little butt hole.  Mr. Gregg slowly, gently inserted his greased finger into Max's very tight sphincter.

Max winced at the hot, fiery sensation and slowing pushed his butt towards Mr. Gregg's finger, allowing deeper access and deeper in the finger went.  Mr. Gregg thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Max's anus tightly clamping down on his well-sunk finger.  He loved the sensation of the boy's massive, meaty, round buns closing and fluttering around his hand as though Max's butt was sucking on his finger about to eat and submerge the rest of his hand.

Mr. Gregg slowly extracted his finger but then, before taking it out of the hole completely, sunk his finger back into the tight pucker.  The boss repeated this for a few minutes, in and out, in and out, finger-fucking Max as Max thrust his huge ass back and forth, wincing with embarrassment, pleasure, and pain.  The finger went shallow and deep into Max's butt, greasing up his hole for what would be further invasion.

Mr. Gregg reached back towards the desk, grabbed the smallest vinyl butt plug, dunked it into the grease jar, removed it, and then slowly inserted the plug into Max's hole.  Mr. Gregg let it sit in there and silently looked at it, enjoying the sight of Max's enormous, globular buns spread wide open over his lap, with the plug stuck in the anus.  The plug seemed so.....tiny.

"Max, I realize that you have a tight, virginal little hole.  But the thing is, your butt cheeks are so full and round and gigantic that that little plug just looks absurd.  Your hole is small but you need a bigger plug to compete with those huge buns of yours," said Mr. Gregg.

"No, please, no sir!!!" sobbed Max.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Max but this is for your own good," said the boss as he reached back towards the desk and then proceeded to grease the middle-sized plug.  He removed the small plug from Max's hole and shoved in the lightly larger one instead.  Max only wiggled his jiggling butt a bit more as the other plug sunk inside him.  It was too easy.  It wasn't that much bigger than the other one.  Mr. Gregg decided that he could do better than that so removed the new one from out of Max and placed it on the floor next to the little one.

It was time for the bigger butt plug which was roughly the size of an erect, average-sized man cock.

"You're doing very well, Max, with these plugs.  And now I want you feel what it would be like for you to have a cock in your ass," said Mr. Gregg.

"No, no!  I can't do this!  This isn't right!" yelled Max.

"Hush up, Max!" ordered his boss as he slapped one of Max's bulbous, greasy buns.  Mr. Gregg watched the cheek quiver and jiggle, noticing that the boy's thick, beefy ass was already starting to make the pink stripes from the switch disappear.  Maybe a switching would make a sharper impact on a regular butt but not on Max's humongous, doughy loaves.  "Oh well," thought Mr. Gregg, "I guess that's just the nature of whipping Max.  His butt is too insulated for typical punishment."

Mr. Gregg enjoyed the sight of Max's puckering balloon knot being so close to his face as he spread the buns open.  For a moment, he wanted to give Max a deep rimming but decided that the grease would mask the natural flavor of Max's ass.  The boss decided that he would wait and hopefully next time he would figure out a way to get a taste of Max's juicy, sweaty butt hole au natural.  He lubed up the biggest plug and slowly, gently began pushing it into Max's behind.

"Ah! Ah!  It's too big!" yelled out Max.

"No it's not, Max.  A big butt like yours could use a little opening up.  Take it, boy!  Relax your hole!" said Mr. Gregg.  Mr. Gregg watched close up as the object slowly, ever so slowly, widened Max's small sphincter, entered the anus, and sunk into the rectum.  The boss slowly, carefully pushed the plug in deeper, eventually making it up to the stopper.  He extracted it half-way, reinserted it, and repeated.  With the Max over his knee, Mr. Gregg fucked the boy's plump butt with the plug, in and out, in and out.

Max's anus was feeling sore and burning, his butt was definitely feeling well-fucked as Mr. Gregg continued using the plug to penetrate the virginal ass.  Deep down, Max was loving the feeling of having his butt filled with the phallus, pumping in and out of him.

Max had mixed feelings.  His oversized, attention-getting ass had always been a sensitive subject for him.  He loved the attention in some ways but, in other ways, he did not like feeling vulnerable about it and having people always looking at it and discussing it.  In some ways, having his boss fucking him with a dildo felt  right for Max because how could his big butt cheeks receive any more attention and attack than what was happening right now?  He was surviving this.  His butt was split open, full, and sore but he was surviving it.....although it was a pleasurable, hot pain.

Mr. Gregg just kept on fucking Max's big butt with the dildo, in and out.  It was getting to be too much for Max to handle and the big jock started to sob.

"Okay, Max, you've been opened up enough for one night," said Mr. Gregg as he slowly extracted the dildo from out of Max's anus; the tight sphincter puckered and snapped shut as the tip of the toy was completely removed from the jock's ass.

Max continued lying on over Mr. Gregg's knee, legs spread, panting and exhausted from the workout that his hole had recieved.  He had never felt that sensation before, having his butt hole stretched open, penetrated, filled, and pumped.  His anus felt hot and stinging but he loved that new feeling.  As Max processed this new feeling, Mr. Gregg spent a few minutes massaging the boy's massive, round buns--smooshing them together and gently spreading them apart in rhythm.  This gave him an excuse to continue getting peeks at Max's rosy anus which glistened with grease, butt juice, and sweat and to give that hot hole some cool air.  Mr. Gregg couldn't resist placing his finger between the cheeks, pressing and soothing the rim of Max's sphincter, giving it a post-fucking massage.  The boss enjoyed his time rubbing gently Max's asshole while he softly, playfully spanked the giant buns, watching them jiggle and shake for his amusement.  He was taking his sweet time with it, he was in no rush.  Max just layed over his boss's knees, like a good boy.

After a while, Mr. Gregg noticed that it was getting late.  He patted each of Max's ass cheeks one last time and had him get up from off of his lap.  He sent Max into the rest room to wipe the juiciness from out of his ass and get back into his costume.

When Max came out of the bathroom, walking funny and feeling a bit sore, he noticed that his boss had a couple of the office windows open.

"Just airing the room out, Max, since I have a meeting with a few of the supervisors in a couple of minutes," chuckled Mr. Gregg as he sniffed the air.  "You have to admit that it smells like open butt in here."  Which it did.

"Hit the road, boy, and go home.  I'll see you here at work tomorrow.  Don't be late," said the boss with a wink.

Kara picked Max up in front of the employee building and they drove home together.  As they walked into the house, it seemed like Max was walking as though his legs were sore but, really, it was his hole that was feeling worked out.

"Honey, are you okay?" asked his wife.

"Oh, yeah, I think that I just did too many leg presses today," answered Max.

Kara hid the box of butt plugs and lubes in the top drawer of her bedroom dresser while Max showered after the long day.

Later that night, after a good dinner and some TV time, Max and Kara plopped into bed.  Max feel asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.  Kara looked over to her hot young husband, looking at his sexy, huge bubble butt poking up through the sheets.  She didn't have the courage to wake him up and use her new toys on that ass.  Not tonight, not yet.  Little did she know that someone else had already beat her to it today.....

Kara promised herself that she would, soon, give herself the chance to invade Max's gigantic meat bubbles.  She would coax him into it, somehow.  As she feel asleep, she touched her pussy, imagining all the different things that she could possibly do to her husband's epic ass.