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.

Jeff Needs To Kiss Max's Ass (Max story)

Fantasy Point Amusement Park boss (Mr. Gregg) was getting annoyed by Jeff, the park employee who had been hired 2 weeks ago to play The Scout, the sidekick of the park's official mascot/superhero Captain Fantasy.

Jeff was a fun-loving gay boy who, at 20-years-old (just a few months younger than our hero, Max) enjoyed partying with his friends, going out, and getting drunk.

Recently, he had failed to show up at work a few times and had been late another couple of times.  That was grounds for getting fired if Mr. Gregg decided to do so.  But Jeff had a way of charming Mr. Gregg, and everyone else, and managed to always get out of trouble.  He always agreed with Mr. Gregg even when the boss chastised him.  Mr. Gregg privately thought that skinny, cute, dark-haired Jeff was adorable but he never resorted to spanking him like he did Max.  Any excuse to punish and spank Max, Mr. Gregg took it.  Max's mountainous butt cheeks were irresistable.

Mr. Gregg felt that Jeff was becoming a cocky slacker; he had been a much more responsible employee when he was working at the Steel Mountain roller coaster shoppe.  Now that he was getting to have a specialized place within the park, playing a super sidekick, perhaps Jeff was starting to take his work for granted.

It was part of Jeff's job to bond with his co-worker Max, the big-butted jock boy hired to be the theme park's Captain Fantasy.  Jeff and Max had very little in common.  They grew up in the same town but enjoyed different kinds of culture.  They never had really interacted in school besides Jeff oogling Max's massive ass cakes (how badly he wanted them!).  Jeff was obsessed with Max's butt, not Max himself.  Jeff's favorite time to come to work was when he was horny and could look at and concentrate on Max's behind in the spandex costume.

Jeff thought that Max was nice enough but, at the same time, he was kind of a dumb jock.  Not super-bright, not all that interesting.  Max was a hot and sexy guy--married to a girl, no less--but Jeff had a hard time relating to him.  In a lot of ways, Max was shy when he wasn't around his friends and it was difficult for Jeff to have real conversations with Max even though they were supposed to play best buddies according to the Captain Fantasy and The Scout backstory.

But the only thing that The Scout really wanted to explore was Captain Fantasy's butt tunnel.

Word got around to Mr. Gregg, that Jeff and Max were lacking in chemistry.  Super pals are supposed to be dynamic together, not shy around each other.

One late afternoon, Mr. Gregg called both young men into his office.

Both boys were costumed in their superhero uniforms and stood in front of Mr. Gregg, who was seated at his desk.  As ever, Max's rear bulged out obscenely behind him.

"Typically, Max, you're the one who brings me the most frustrations," said the boss, "but today it's you, Jeff, who is proving to be a disappointment.  When I hired you to play The Scout, I expected for you boys to bond more as hero and sidekick but, from what I've heard, you're good with the guests but not so great with Max."

"Hey, we're still just getting to know one another," replied Jeff "Max likes sports a lot, I don't.  We don't listen to the same kind of music.....we're pretty different from each other.  But I like Max.  It's nothing personal.  It's just that he and I are different kinds of guys and we run out of things to talk about."

"I like you too, buddy, but yeah.....you're a club boy, I like the gym.  You're gay, I'm married to Kara, so, you know--," Max butted in.

"I understand the disconnect, guys, but it's part of your job to be best pals.  You need to get to appreciate one another a lot more," said Mr. Gregg.  "Jeff, tell me what you like about Max.  Let's try something."

"Well....um....," Jeff vented, responding on the spot.  "Max is a decent guy....."

"Right," said Mr. Gregg.

".....and he's very, very good-looking....," continued Jeff.

"Yes, you're homosexual so of course you'd notice that sort of thing," said the outwardly conservative boss.

"....And....his ass is unlike anything that I've ever seen in my life," Jeff said.

Max blushed but let out a chuckle.  His ass.  It always comes back to that.

"Max does have a uniquely large bubble butt--just like a couple of beach balls--yes, he does," said Mr. Gregg.  "That's something that he has some issues about, isn't that right Max?"

Max stopped smiling.  "Uh, yes.  Yes, sir."

"Now, Max," went Mr. Gregg "what is it that you appreciate about Jeff?"

It took Max a while.

"Okay.....uh.....he's a nice guy.  He's nice to everybody."

Silence.

"Alright, Max, thank you for your input," said the boss, desiring to move on and not take all day.  "Jeff one of the things that's interesting about you is that, sometimes, you can be a little ass kisser.  Let's get right to the point."

"I don't mean to be, sir," said Jeff.  "I just try to make efforts--"

"Sure, Jeff," cut in Mr. Gregg "but you don't make enough efforts with Max.  I hired you under the impression that you, as the more outgoing one of the two, would be able to create a believeable friendship with Max so that park guests would feel as though the two of you really are a super pair.  Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I do, but--"

"But there needs to be deeper involvement," the boss continued.  "You can be such a skilled little butt licker, in a manner of speaking, when you're in trouble but you don't kiss up enough to Max.  Jeff, you don't make enough efforts with Max.  I want you to put your kiss-up talents to use, boy.  Max, get over here and get over my knee!"

"You're not going to spank me, right sir?  I haven't done anything wrong!" said Max.

"Max, just follow my orders and do your job!  Get over my knee!" shouted the boss.

Max complied and, once again, found himself over his boss's lap, nose to the floor carpet, big butt cakes aiming upward.  His white spandex tights dug up into his deep, deep crack making the spandex seem like a second skin.  Max wasn't allowed to wear underwear beneath his tights because Mr. Gregg wanted the outfit to look almost like bodypaint.  It was a hot, sweaty day at Fantasy Point, so the thin fabric was super-moist and thoroughly clinging to the inside walls of Max's ass crack and to his tight, juicy, little pucker.

Mr. Gregg loved the sight before him.  "It seems that these tights are giving you quite the wedgie today, Max!"

"They always do, sir," said Max.  "You had them designed so that they always do that."

Which was true.

"I did nothing of the sort," relented his boss.  "It's just that your round, elephantine cheeks are so big that the material gets stuck up there and can't get out.  Even though you're supposed to look like a superhero, Max, you're looking more like a ballet dancer with a huge bubble butt and a deep wedgie!"

At least Mr. Gregg was honest about the fabric getting stuck up Max's ass.

Mr. Gregg gave each of Max's buns a hearty smack, making them jiggle and quiver like hot, overstuffed water balloons, but it was time for another initiative.

"Jeff, get down on your knees and kiss Max's behind," ordered the boss directly and clearly.  "Since you appreciate this big bottom of his, show me that you're willing to make more efforts to bond with your co-worker."

This was like music to Jeff's ears.  But he had to pretend to retaliate, he had to make it seem like he wasn't this eager and perverted.  Jeff wanted to enjoy Max's ass but he wanted to make it seem as though he was strictly following orders--simply complying with Mr. Gregg's sick inclination towards sadism.  Jeff looked over at them: Max was over the boss's lap like a boy awaiting his spanking-- his extra-extra large, perfectly round globe cheeks practically ripping through their spandex prison, popping up like cartoons.  Amazing!  Jeff wished that he was the back seam of those tights, digging so deeply into Max's ass.

"Sir, I don't know if I can do that!  This seems wrong--I barely know Max!"

"Get over here NOW, Jeff, or you're fired!" commanded Mr. Gregg.  "This will teach you to follow orders!"

Jeff swept his cape aside and got down to the floor on his knees.  He spread Max's muscular legs apart and positioned his body between those legs.  Max's legs looked sexy encased in that shiny, white lycra.  The blue leather boots he was wearing, along with the tights, made Max look like a captive prince about to be punished, fucked, or eaten out.

Now came the moment he had been waiting for.  Jeff was positioned now, on his knees, so that Max's insanely voluptuous bubble butt was only 2 inches from his face.  Jeff enjoyed the moment when he slowly, gently put one hand on each of Max's mega buns.

"Max, make sure that your glutes stay relaxed," said Mr. Gregg to Max.  Max obeyed and just let Jeff explore his ass.

They felt huge.  They felt meaty and manly, they had weight and thick density.  Those buns did seem like dense, soft but hard, basketballs.  The size of them was astounding and breathtaking.  The way that the lycra felt, covering and diving between those cheeks, was smooth and decadent.  For a couple of minutes, Jeff enjoyed squeezing, fondling, and caressing them, watching in amazement at how full and doughy they looked as his hands stretched out the best that they could to cover those cheeks but, yet, the cheeks were too enormous.

The ass crack.  The dark, seemingly-infiinite crevice between Max's massive butt globes was practically intimidating because of it's depth.  Because the cheeks were so big, it took a surprising amount of effort for Jeff to get in there deep enough to see where the seam of Max's spandex tights sucked in towards his butt hole.  Jeff kept spreading those buns and looking in deeper, leaning his face closer and closer to Max's ass.  Jeff kept pushing the huge cheeks apart, as though he was digging in the dark for a buried treasure at its center, and then finally!  Through the moist, sweaty, white spandex he could definitely see Max's tight, inviting pucker.  Jeff gently pressed his pointer finger against the pucker, feeling the texture of it, feeling the wetness and heat.

"The smell must be incredible," thought Jeff.  He removed his finger from between Max's buns and brought the finger up against his nose, savoring the musky, cheesy scent that clung to it.  Delicious.  For a moment, Jeff enjoyed holding the tip of it up to his nostril, indulging in that forbidden, addicting aroma that was starting to fade from the tip of his finger.  He must go in for more of that smell, for more of that puckering, juicy, stinky-sweet asshole.

"Jeff, it's perfectly natural to be curious about Max's personal scent.  You're getting to know him better.  Pretend that you're a puppy, dig that cute little nose of yours in there, and sniff his butt," directed Mr. Gregg who was in hog heaven while watching this kinky scene.  

Being bent over his lap, Max could feel that Mr. Gregg was getting an erection, as a hard mound began to press into Max's stomach.  "Mr. Gregg is a nasty creep," thought Max to himself.

Jeff continued using his hands to spread Max's cheeks, sniffing around the outside yet not touching his nose to Max's big ass.  He could smell it a little bit but not as much as he wanted to.  Maybe Jeff was feeling reluctant to basically rape his co-worker using his face.

"No, Jeff, you need to do better than that," said Mr. Gregg as he pushed the head forward, pressing Jeff's face deep into Max's ass crack.  The boss insisted, so Jeff complied.

Jeff felt as though he was deep-sea diving as his face was enveloped between the massive buns.  The spandex that Max was wearing felt smooth and humid against Jeff's face.  It was as though his head was being swallowed by the warm, ripe, bubblicious butt.  Jeff felt Max's strong glutes clamming up against the sides of his face, trying to lock him out.  Mr. Gregg noticed, lightly spanking Max.

"Max!  I told you to give those oversized glutes of yours a rest while your friend Jeff gets to know you better.  Relax those cheeks, relax that hole!," said the boss.  "Keep smelling that ass, boy!" demanded Mr. Gregg as he once again pushed the back of Jeff's head, pressing his face deeper between Max's massive cheeks.

That smell!  Jeff gripped Max's thighs as he drove his nose deeper into Max's moist, tight pucker.  The only thing stopping Jeff's pointy little nose from literally penetrating Max's sphincter was the thin layer of spandex tights that Max wore, digging into his rump, creating a thin barracade that stopped Jeff's nose from entering his asshole.

"Max, I want you to spread your legs a little further.  Let Jeff really get in there," ordered bossy Mr. Gregg.
Max spread his legs a bit wider, allowing deeper access for Jeff to explore between those thick, bulbous man-buns.  He pushed his butt back further towards Jeff's nose.  Max could feel Jeff's nostrils opening and closing against his puckering butt hole.  Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff!  There was nothing that Max could do about this situation so he simply closed his eyes, relaxed his anus, and allowed the ass-smelling to continue.

Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff went Jeff, diving his nose into deep Max's rear like he was smothering his face between two enormous, hot, wet, rank meat pillows.

Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff went the tip of that nose trying to break through the spandex-covered hole, trying to literally enter it.

"How's that smell?" asked Mr. Gregg.

"Rich!" answered Jeff, coming up for air.  His face was all rosy from rubbing up inside and between Max's cheeks.  "Like cheese and chocolate and.....ripe butt!"

Max felt embarrassed and utterly exposed but made sure that he kept his butt open.  It couldn't get any more invasive than this!  Or so he thought.

Even though his stomach was pressed against his boss's knees, Max could feel Mr. Gregg's hand skillfully reach underneath his stomach and undo the drawstring that tied his spandex at the waist. 

"Now Jeff, I want you to slowly lower Max's tights down from off of that big can of his so we can see what that huge ass looks like bare naked," said the boss.

Jeff pulled down Max's ultra tight spandex pants from off of his butt, slowly exposing Max's glistening, young, bare, flesh mounds.  The back seam emerged from out between the cheeks as the tights were rolled downwards to Max's knees.

"I think that that back seam on those pants could use a little break.  It works overtime back there, don't you think, Jeff?" joked the boss.

How could it be possible that Max's bare bubble butt looked even more delicious nude than it did encased in tights?  But it was.  There was no material to hold the flesh back.  Without pants, Max's bent-over, A+ round buns looked even bigger, meatier, thicker, juicier.  For a moment, all Jeff and Mr. Gregg could do was enjoy the sight of it.

Max's ass was naturally hairless.  Whatever hairs grew between his cheeks, Max made sure to shave out.  He had always done so since puberty.

"Now that his butt is totally bare, I want you to find out how the smell is now," Mr. Gregg said to Jeff.

"You got it, boss," smiled Jeff as he dove his face into Max's rear, his nose digging deep between the colossal cheeks, going towards the prize.  Jeff couldn't resist pressing his nose so hard against Max's sphincter that the tip of it was beginning to penetrate.  The sweat and the funk deep inside the butt allowed the boy's pointy nose to ever so slightly slide a little bit deeper into the tight pucker.  Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff smelled Jeff furiously, loving the idea that he was fucking Max with his nose.  

"How's the musk now?" asked Mr. Gregg.

"Even more stinky now, sir, of course," answered Jeff happily.  "Max smells incredibly good!"

"Very good, young man, " said the boss, "Now that you're familiar with Max's aroma, and you certainly are a good, little brown-noser, I want you to push Max's limits more.  Get more intimate with him by kissing and licking every inch of that jumbo butt of his."

Jeff was delighted to oblige.  As he massaged Max's oversized, sweaty derriere with his hands, he began to softly kiss and lick Max's cheeks, tasting the salty moisture clinging to the rump flesh.  Licking up, down, and all around the boys's ass took quite some time as Jeff indulged himself, covering the entirety of Max's gigantic globes with his tongue.  But it was time to go deeper, time to taste the most private section of Max's most private area.

"Max, has your wife ever given that huge ass of yours a good rimming?" asked Mr. Gregg.

"No, sir, we don't do that," answered Max honestly. 

"First time for everything, Max," said his boss.  "Jeff, I need for you to lick that butt".  Mr. Gregg gently patted one of Max's jiggling loaves.

"If that's what needs to be done, then that's what I'll do," replied Jeff.

Jeff dove his face deep between Max's wet, juicy, massive man-cakes, his tongue like a sword stabbing deep down through the ripe flesh.  Jeff really had his work cut out for him, as he spread Max apart, hungrily licking and sucking the interior walls of the buns until the tongue finally reached Max's sphincter.  With his face enveloped between Max's gigantic cheeks, Jeff battered against the hole with his tongue, letting the natural juices of the ass stimulate his taste buds.  A fantastic taste.  He continued licking Max's hole, having no other choice than to hold his breath as his face sank deeper between the moist, thick, oversized buns.

"How's that taste?" asked Mr. Gregg.

Coming up for air, Jeff replied:  "Sweet, salty, kind of metallic.  Taste is great, the smell is great.  I wish that I could eat Max's ass every day after a long day at work!"

Jeff playfully spanked Max's left cheek and then squish!, Jeff dove his face into Max's deep butt for more.

Lick!  Lick!  Lick!  Lick!  Slurp!

The rimming continued for a while more as Mr. Gregg held Max over his lap and watched Jeff feast between those bubble cheeks.  Jeff could feel Max opening and closing his pucker against his tongue.  Maybe Max was kind of enjoying it?  Jeff pressed his tongue against that sphincter with a strong, concentrated force.  Jeff tried to penetrate Max's asshole with his tongue but the hole was too tight.  So he simply continued to lick on top of that pucker, enjoying the masculine taste.

"Tight, little butt hole, I bet!" said Mr. Gregg, looking down.

Jeff kept his face buried in Max's huge butt for a while longer before he finally answered.

"Yes, it is.  Very tight," said Jeff.

"I want to see for myself, " said the boss.

Mr. Gregg licked his pointer finger and brought his hand over to Max's ass.  His hand dove deep between Max's bulbous bubble buns and he finally, slowly entered his finger in.  First the tip of the finger, then sinking deeper and deeper, slowly and gently popping Max's cherry.

Max winced.  He'd never had a finger in his butt hole yet.  It felt strange and fiery but somehow.....good.  He pushed his butt towards the finger, allowing the digit to sink into him deeper.  Mr. Gregg's hand was completely submerged between Max's puffy, meaty buns but only one finger entered the pucker.  Such big buns with such a tight, little, virginal hole.  Mr. Gregg privately thought to himself that it would be best for Max tp have his big butt explored more often, to open up his ass a bit more.  He figured that Max's ass was a gift from God and what's the point of a gift that is never opened?

Mr. Gregg gently slid his finger in and out, in and out, of Max's juicy sphincter while the boy laid over his lap.  Max groaned with embarrassment (and pleasure).  Jeff enjoyed the close-up view, indulging in the sight of the epic boy butt receiving his first finger-fucking.

"I think that the tongue licking helped to open him up.  Good job, Jeff," said Mr. Gregg to his employee.

Mr. Gregg continued fucking Max with his finger, getting down to the knuckle, with his hand covered between two bulbous buns.

After a while, Mr. Gregg realized that today's lesson was over.  There would be more to come.

He slowly slid the finger from out of Max's rectum, patted the boy's butt, and ordered him to stand up.  Max got off from Mr. Gregg's lap while Jeff also rose from his kneeling position and stood in the center of the office, watching Max pull up the spandex tights over his bottom.  The tights struggled (like always) to finally cover the jock's back end but Max finally managed to get them to his waist and tie the drawstring in front.  The back seam of Max's white spandex tights sunk in deep, getting naturally swallowed by the boy's huge ass, disappearing into the fetid darkness between Max's globes.  It was as if his puckering butt hole sucked the fabric in like a straw to liquid.

All three men stood looking at each other.  All of them had very hard, very stiff erections.  All of them had wet spots on their crotches.  Pre-cum.  Excitement without release.  It was purely incidental, of course.

"Okay, boys, hopefully you got to know each other a little bit better today.  Jeff, I hope that you have a deeper.....appreciation for Max now and, Max, I hope that you'll open up more to Jeff.  It's going to be a long summer and I need for you two to be a strong, cohesive unit out there in the park."

"Sounds great, sir!" said Jeff with genuine joy.

"I'll try, sir," said Max with some reluctance and embarrassment over what just happened to him.

"Then we're going to have to keep working towards perfecting our dynamics," said the boss.

The boys were dismissed.  Jeff and Max exited the building, wearing their superhero uniforms.

"Don't you dare say anything about this to anyone!  Understand!?" said Max to Jeff.

Jeff could tell that Max had mixed feelings about having his big, straight, jock butt being explored by a gay boy and a powerful closet-case.

"It's not anything for you to get worked up over, Max" said Jeff trying to calm him.  Max quickly walked up ahead.  Jeff kept back, watching Max's ginormous bubble globes jiggle and bounce as he walked away.  Jeff sighed as he thought about the exciting taste and smell of Max's ass and how lucky he was to have experienced it.  But now Jeff had a craving for more......

On his way home from work, Mr. Gregg sat in the back of his limousine, looking out the window as the driver sped forward.  The boss sniffed his unwashed pointer finger for a while and then finally popped the finger into his mouth, savoring the unique taste.  It was delicious.

Max's New Sidekick (Max story)

Park CEO Mr. Gregg decided that since Max's Captain Fantasy character was becoming a huge (like Max's butt cheeks) hit at Fantasy Point Amusement Park, it would only be appropriate to give him a super sidekick.

Jeff (or "Jeffie" as his friends called him) was a very cute 20-year-old guy who worked the gift shoppe at the Steel Mountain roller coaster ride towards the south end of the park.

Jeff was a skinny boy with black hair, pale skin, and big, brown eyes.  He had a nice, thin body on him but was not a stacked stud like Max.  Jeff had pert, little butt cheeks that Mr. Gregg thought would look adorable in a superhero costume but, by no means, did he have the humongous, basketball-like buns that Max possessed.

Together, in their costumes, Mr. Gregg figured that Max and Jeff would provide a nice and sexy visual contrast to each other.  Max--sandy-blonde, blue-eyed, 6'1", all-American jock boy Adonis with his lucious, jumbo-sized ass in his white spandex outfit--alongside Jeff the skinny, 5'9" brunette, slighty nerdy cutie.  Mr. Gregg imagined that Jeff would be the sidekick to Max's Captain Fantasy kind of like Robin to Batman.

Jeff was gay.  He wasn't flamboyant about it--if anything, Jeff seemed like a smart-ass skater type of guy with his longish hair and direct sense of humor--but all the workers at the amusement park knew that he liked hot dudes.  Jeff had seen Max walking around and he thought that Max was unbelievably sexy.  Although Jeff was of a smaller stature, he considered himself a top man who appreciated another man's ass a lot.  And nobody, nobody at all, could compare to big-butt Max.  Jeff had only seen Max two or three times--there are hundreds of employees at Fantasy Point--and, although he didn't know Max's name, Max had made quite an impression on him.

Mr. Gregg called Jeff into the office and offered him the opportunity to play The Scout, Captain Fantasy's sidekick.  Jeff didn't hesitate to take the job; it was a $5 pay increase and it would be more fun than being stuck behind the counter at Steel Mountain shoppe, selling overpriced water bottles to fat tourists.  Jeff had a sense of humor about everything and playing a wise-cracking sidekick would be a neat chance to throw out some smart-ass, zingy one-liners and have fun on the job.

Mr. Gregg handed off the costume to Jeff and told him to wear it to work the next day.  The Scout costume, Jeff thought, was gay as hell. A sky-blue spandex outfit with underoo briefs, an FP logo (as in "Fantasy Point") on the chest, tall gold boots, a black eye-mask like one of the Incredibles.....and a cape.

Although Jeff had an adorable little butt, Mr. Gregg didn't want the two superhero costumes to be identical.  Max's costume was without a cape, showing all of his bodacious ass, while Jeff's costume covered up his back end.  For that, actually, Jeff was grateful; he would rather have the crowds look at Max's massive behind than at his own teeny little bum.  And so did Mr. Gregg who envisioned The Scout to be the brains while Captain Fantasy was the brawn (and the butt).

The next day, both boys reported to Mr. Gregg's office at 8am for a formal introduction to each other.  When Jeff stepped into the office, Max was already there in his full superhero uniform--body and ass bulging out in white spandex.  Jeff had his blue lycra outfit, mask, boots, and cape on, feeling silly and ridiculous but having fun with it nonetheless.  It was as though every day at work would be like a trip to ComicCon.  Jeff thoroughly enjoyed the ridiculousness of it all but it seemed that Max--although he'd been working in his tight outfit for over two weeks at this point--was still pretty self-conscious about how revealing his costume was.

"Don't stare at his ass, don't stare at his ass, don't stare at his ass....," Jeff thought to himself as he walked into the room and stood next to Max, trying not to look at those buns too much.

"Max this is Jeff, Jeff this is Max.  You two will be working side by side as Captain Fantasy and The Scout, our dynamic duo here at Fantasy Point Amusement Park," said Mr. Gregg as the two boys shook hands with each other.

Jeff noticed that Max had a good, firm, friendly handshake with a nice masculine grip to it.  Max had buttery, slightly tanned skin, a porn star's body, sandy blonde hair with a sharp haircut, and a print ad face that--when put all together--made him look like an Abercrombie dream boy.  Whether it was natural or due to an aftershave, Max had a subtle, sexy, masculine aroma coming from his skin that Jeff found irresistable.  Jeff felt that he had died and gone to heaven--he couldn't stop grinning.  This would be his new work buddy.  Jeff's eye's naturally glanced down to get a sneaky peek at Max's prize-winning bubble butt which was so big that it was practically the elephant in the room.  Try not to look, try not to look.....

Oh no!  Jeff noticed that he was getting a hard boner in his lycra pouch.  He turned away from Max and tried to cover up his stiffy with his cape.  Awkward.  Jeff hoped that Max wouldn't notice how aroused he was just being next to him.  But Mr. Gregg noticed.

"Now I hope that you boys will get to know each other well.  Collaborate well, perform your skits and shows, and be good with the park guests.  Performance practices will be every Wednesday and Friday evening at 6pm in the staff auditorium " spoke the boss with a sly smile on his face.  "So, Max, what do you think of your new sidekick?"

"He seems cool, sir, but I thought that capes were not in the budget?" replied Max inquiring about Jeff's costume.

"Jeff's costume was not as expensive as your's, Max, so therefore there was more money in the budget for his costume that allowed for a cape.  Plus, your outfit had to be specially made to accomodate those huge butt cheeks of yours which made your costume more pricey," Mr. Gregg answered back with a sneer.

It wasn't true at all but of course the CEO had to go there.  Max blushed in embarrassment.

"No cape for you, Max.  I have to keep things within budget," said Mr. Gregg coldly.

Jeff was enjoying watching this hot jock getting reamed out.  Jeff's boner was getting harder and was extremely revealing through his costume.  He slyly pulled the cape further in front of him.

"Max, don't be a fussy smart-ass," said Mr. Gregg.  "Let's deal with your butt right now so that you're fully aware that I won't be tolerating your stinky attitude, especially in front of your co-workers."  Mr. Gregg wheeled his chair over to the other side of his big, expensive desk.  He sat down again in his chair and patted his lap with his hand.

"Over my knee, Mr. Max.  Let's discuss your big issues here," said the boss.

Max, totally embarrassed, hesitated before following his boss's orders.  But, after a moment, the boy layed over Mr. Gregg's knee, over his lap, and assumed the position.

It took Jeff a moment to fully comprehend what he was seeing--it was that wonderful.  Max was a tall, beefy, 20-year-old guy laying over his boss's lap about to get spanked; his gigantic, bulbous, bubble-buns aiming up at the ceiling and towards Mr. Gregg's face.  Jeff wondered why the boss even bothered to have Max wear a costume on his lower half.  The white spandex tights were so extremely tight, and dug so deeply up between Max's luscious globes, that he looked almost naked.  Max's costume makes him look pretty much naked from far away thought Jeff.  It was clear that Max was not wearing underwear underneath the tight costume.

Max's buns were so pillowy big, so juicy, so round, so ripe for fucking, kissing, caressing, smelling, rimming, fingering, spanking.......buns so perfect to watch getting punished.  Jeff did not allow himself to smile seeing his co-worker over his boss's lap but, on the inside, this was proving to be one of the best days of his life far.  Jeff was a nice, cool guy but he was a pervert.  Even the thought that he would spend most of the week being around Max's mega-ass, made Jeff's cock even harder.  Would he ever get the opportunity to.......you know, maybe....maybe have his way with that butt too?  The idea of this was too delicious to even indulge.
Maybe Max's ass was only something that Jeff could look at but only the boss could touch.....just like right now.

Mr. Gregg had both hands running all over Max's rump.  He was squeezing and fondling the enormous, doughy, and muscular cheeks.

"Look at this, Jeff.  Max has two big issues with his costume.  Big issue 1," said the boss, smacking one of Max's buns.  "Big issue number 2," he followed up, smacking the other bun.

"Those certainly are some big issues, Mr. Gregg," said Jeff chiming in.

Mr. Gregg laughed.  He appreciated Jeff's quick sense of humor.  The boss could tell that his young gay employee enjoyed watching this spectacle.

"Jeff, Max feels embarrassed that his costume, as you can tell, reveals so much of his over-sized posterior.  But he needs to accept it and not complain.  I can understand why he's concerned.  I mean, look at Max here-- have you ever seen such a fit young man with such an enormous, meaty pair of bubble buns?  They're each almost the size of basketballs!  I've never seen a worked-out young man with such a bulging behind!  Have you?"

"Nope, never have.  Max has one hell of a righteously massive man-ass, sir," answered Jeff.

"Indeed he does, indeed he does.....," said Mr. Gregg as he continued looking down at and fondling Max's loaves like a wolf salivating over it's meal.

With his hand, Mr. Gregg began to moderately spank Max's bottom.  One cheek at a time--that's all that one hand could ever try over such a large space, even big hands such as those belonging to Mr. Gregg.  One cheek at a time, back and forth, spank, spank, spank!

Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!

The cheeks bounced, jiggled, and bubbled in their tights--like big water balloons--as the spanking continued.

"Sir, please stop!  You're embarrassing me!" said Max, practically crying.

"Hush up, Max!" snapped Mr. Gregg.  "Of course this isn't really hurting you!  Your gigantic cheeks are so well-padded that it's more of the embarrassment of the situation that is affecting you.  And it's the fact that you're over my knee and being punished that's truly affecting you.  You need to have that big bottom of yours whipped for giving me problems.  If your big butt gives me trouble, than I'll give it trouble!"

Mr. Gregg slowed down the rapidness of each whack, watching each jiggling cheek settle before whacking the one beside it.  He was taking his time enjoying this.  As the spanking went on, Max rhythmically squeezed and relaxed his buns.

"Look, Jeff, at this!" announced Mr. Gregg.  "After each spank, Max squeezes his cheeks, as though that would somehow protect him.  See?"  The boss followed that with 2 whaps on each jiggling cheek and, indeed, Max squeezed his buns and relaxed them almost as a reflex.

"I can't help it sir!  They just do that!  They're starting to sting a bit," said Max, defeated and over his boss's knee--his face looking at the carpet on the floor, his gargantuan ass bent over the lap and sticking obscenely up towards the ceiling.

Mr. Gregg continued looking down at Max's ass, feasting his eyes on those gelatinous, shaking buns.  "Well, every time you do that, those tights just go further and further into that crevice of yours, Max.  That wedgie is just getting deeper and deeper.  That tight, little butt hole of yours must have a hungry appetite for spandex!" said the boss as he continued spanking the bouncing buns.  The seam on the back of Max's tights, diving deeper between those cheeks, sticking more and more to his moist hole as though the sweat and funk was like a natural glue.

Whap!       Whap!        Whap!        Whap!

On the front of Jeff's bulge, some cum was starting to leak out.

"Do you think that he's learned his lesson for today, Jeff?" asked Mr. Gregg.

Max turned his head and looked up a Jeff, pleadingly.

"I do, boss," said Jeff with a slight giggle, barely able to process how ridiculous--and ridiculously hot--this scene had been to witness.

Mr. Gregg patted each of Max's cheeks one last time for today.  "You may get up, Max," said the boss.

Max raised himself up with his arms, got off of Mr. Gregg's lap, stood up, and walked over next to Jeff.  Max soothingly rubbed his spanked rear as he stood there.

"Alright, gentlemen, head off to work.  Max, no more complaints about your costume.  Got it?" asked the boss.

"Yes, sir," replied Max.

"And, Jeff, if you need to use the bathroom to wipe off the front of your pouch, please do so," said Mr. Gregg with a knowing smirk.

"I will, sir."

Max and Jeff left the office, walked through the building in their tight outfits (Jeff with cape, Max without of course), Jeff visited the rest room to wet-wipe and blow dry the front of his very stimulated pouch (he made a mental note to go masturbate, in a bathroom stall, about the spanking as soon as lunch break hit), and the two guys headed into the park.

Max was pouty.  "I don't understand why he has to make such a big show of my ass, man," said Max to Jeff.

"Maybe it's kind of a compliment.  A lot of people would love to have a big butt like yours," said Jeff.  "A lot of people would love to play with it, I'm sure...."

"Uh, thanks a lot," said the jock, not exactly feeling comforted by that statement.

"Let's just not take it all so seriously and try to have fun with it.  You need to loosen up, bro," his sidekick mentioned wisely.

Jeff walked into the park with Max, visiting the guests.  He looked down and noticed that those massive globes looked a bit pink from the spanking--Jeff could see the rosiness of Max's ass glaring ever-so-slightly through the white tights.  It was cute.

As the work day wore on, Jeff began to cook up ideas of how he himself could get well-aquainted with Max......but more so with Max's luscious bubble butt.  Plans were forming......