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.
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.
