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.
[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.
