Driving and Spanking (Max story)

Kara--Max's pretty, young wife--thought that it would be a great idea to round up both sides of the family (Max's parents and Kara's parents) and haul everyone on a trip to see the Grand Canyon.

Kara's parents (Albert and Jennifer) agreed that a family vacation, especially a road trip in a big RV, would be an overdue vacation.

Max's parents (Blake and Deborah) thought that it sounded good and it would give them an opportunity to get to know Kara's parents better.

Two more of Kara's relatives--her 35-year-old cousin Alan and his wife Laurie--managed to talk their way into being included as well.  That would mean that there'd be plenty of people stuffed into this RV but everyone agreed that it would be a fun time.

Everyone except for Max.  He didn't want to go.

Gorgeously hunky, blonde, 21-year-old Max didn't like the idea of stuffing his over-proportioned, perfectly round, thick bubble butt cheeks into the same vehicle as Kara's family.  It didn't sound like fun at all to him.  Max knew that Kara's family had issues with him--they always did--and they seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with his massive ass;  always making fun of it and even whipping and "having their way with" his big butt during a camping trip not too long ago.  Alan, especially, had it out for Max.

The departure day of the RV drive all the way across the US, from North Carolina to the Grand Canyon in Arizona, went fine.  Kara and Max rented out the RV and drove over to everyone's houses to pick them up.  Max told Kara that he didn't want to go on this trip but she insisted that it would bring the whole family closer together.  Everyone took turns taking 3-hour shifts driving; everyone except for Deborah and Kara who were intimidated by the big vehicle so they declined their chances to get behind the wheel. Everyone was getting along.  Kara's parents went to extra lengths to be warm and friendly to Max's shy parents.  Albert liked Blake and Deborah--he just didn't like their cocky, spoiled, Adonis-like son--his son-in-law, Max.

8 people inside of one gargantuan RV is a lot of people.  It was close quarters but everyone got along well enough, spending their time reading, looking out the windows, playing cards, and talking.  The restaurant and diner breaks went fine.  Everything seemed swell at the moment.

Kara's family was very well-off financially but they came from old, Appalachian roughneck stock.  They could be loud, vulgar, and pushy.  Max's family, on the other hand, were mild, middle-class folks who were more listeners than talkers.

Max's mom, Deborah, was a sweet, attractive gal who worked as a teacher at a catholic school.  Max's dad, Blake, worked as an office manager and was heading close to retirement.  Bespectacled Blake was a shy, almost timid, man--a bit short, very thin, and not worth noticing.  He was nothing like his son, strapping stud Max.

Max didn't take after either of his parents.  Deborah always joked that Max was closer genetically to his uncles--that Max took after some of her older brothers, physically, more than either of his parents.  Handsome, muscular, big-butted blonde Max looked odd standing next to his very average, brunette parents.  People oftentimes didn't believe that they were his folks.  Max--and his amazing, one-of-a-kind bubble butt--is physically exceptional.

Shy Blake and temperate Deborah never spanked their only child, Max.  They ran a mellow, progressive, liberal household in which everyone stayed pleasant and did their own thing.  Although Max was never a super scholar, his parents were proud of his athletic achievements in high school.  Whenever Max got into trouble (sneaking out, drinking with friends, smoking pot in the garage, etc.), they discussed their displeasure with him and took away his cell phone for a couple of days.  Or they forced Max to turn down invitations to parties for that weekend.  That sort of thing.  Discipline wasn't their specialty and half the time Max whined his way out of their practically-nonexistent punishments.  Basically, Max walked all over his parents when he was growing up.  He still did, actually.

On secret moments during Max's childhood and teenage years, Blake thought that maybe the ineffective punishments needed to be scrapped for more harsh discipline.  Blake considered spanking Max but he never went there.  He knew that his wife would never allow "outdated" physical punishments to be applied to her darling boy.  Blake was, of course, aware that his son had the most bulbous bubble butt cheeks that he had ever seen on a fit young man.  Perhaps that's why he never wanted to start spanking Max.....maybe Blake was afraid that he would become too often determined to resort to corporeal punishment.  

In his most private thoughts, Blake was afraid that he'd enjoy spanking Max.....It was better to not even start going down that road.  It was a vile, disgusting thought.  Blake cast those ideas out of his head as quickly as they popped in there.

Kara's dad, Albert, on the other hand, was looking for any excuse to get close to Max's massive rump.  He was a firm believer in the "spare the rod" philosophy and didn't want to waste an opportunity presenting itself--the opportunity being Max's enormous derriere.

The first time that Max was ever spanked was at the age of 20 by his boss at work (who took great joy in doing so).  And never in a million years would Max ever tell his parents that his father-in-law had put him over his knee.  He would be too embarrassed to tell them what had happened.  Max always kept his punishments private--he was a man, after all, and the idea that older, more-powerful, men in his life would humiliate him that way was not something that he was proud of.  Max was embarrassed that he accepted those whippings.  Rather than running away or fighting the men off, Max accepted the butt abuse in order to admit his mistakes and to retain his status.  If Mr. Greg (Max's boss) hadn't spanked him, Max probably would have been fired from his job long ago.  If he wouldn't have allowed Albert to whip him after being mouthy, Max doubted that Kara's family would have continued to financially support him and Kara.  Just accepting his spankings made Max's life easier.  In some ways.

By the time the group arrived in New Mexico, Max had been wearing the same blue, fitted t-shirt and thin cotton, knee-length, form-fitting khaki cargo shorts (that hugged his jumbo butt boulders in the very best ways) for the last two days.  The back vertical seam on the seat of Max's shorts ever-so-slightly crept its way into his ass crack....it wasn't as extreme as the spandex wedgie that Max put up with constantly at work (his uniform was a white spandex superhero outfit for Fantasy Point Amusement Park) but that vertical seam on his khaki shorts was sort of perpetually nestled between his beefy, bulbous cheeks--visually emphasizing them more so if that was even possible--and, depending on the moment, a section of the seam was sticking to his sweaty butthole.  Because of his humongous glutes, Max oftentimes had at least a moderate wedgie but he realized that these khaki shorts were digging in deeper than most of his other pants.  He almost never wore traditional underwear because his ass wore them down too easily.  Max typically wore only a jockstrap beneath his pants.  So there was nothing Max could do about the wedgie.  As soon as he picked the wedgie from out of his ass, the back seam would just dive right back in there as though his puckering anus was some kind of a magnet.  So there was really no point in worrying about it.  Max figured that other people would find it nasty if they saw a grown man (even an obnoxiously handsome young man) picking at the seat of his pants.  Plus, it would generate more attention towards his massive bubble ass and that would be totally unnecessary.  His ass got enough attention already.  No point in creating more attention.  Max just allowed the back seam of his khaki shorts to creep up in there as far as it wanted.  There was nothing he could do about it.  Max always felt like his own pants were constantly trying to butt-fuck him.

He looked forward to shower time later that evening.  It was a hot day and Max felt a bit sweaty, dirty, and smelly but, nonetheless, he looked as sporty and extremely sexy as a young, all-American man possibly could.  When everyone exited the RV to take a break at a rest stop, the other travelers there couldn't take their eyes off this blonde hunk with the oversized, jiggling ass muffins who was walking around and stretching his legs.

Two teenage girls nearby poked at their gay, 20-something brother.

"Oh my god, Dave, look at that guy's ass!!!" squealed one of the girls.  The brother looked over towards Max.  "Holy shit!  That is some major donk!  Damn!  Do you think that I should go over and talk to him?  Do you think he might be gay?  With an ass like that, I hope somebody is drilling it."

But before Dave even got the chance to say hello, Albert rounded up the Max and Kara group and they all drove off in their RV.

It was now Max's turn behind the wheel.

On a lonely desert road stretch, not too far away from sunset time, Albert approached Max who was driving up front.  Albert noticed that, even though he was busy driving, Max was checking his iphone for any texts from his buddies.

Albert got close to Max's ear, not wanting to cause a rukus, but wanting to make his point crystal clear.

"Hey, Max, how you doin' up here?," asked Albert.

"Alright," replied his son-in-law.

"You've got most of your family in this vehicle with you and you're in charge of our safety.  Put down the damn phone," said the old man with a subtle steeliness in his voice.

Max immediately tossed the iphone on the dashboard.

"No problem.  Sorry," Max said briskly as he turned his attention fully back to the road.

Albert went back to the poker game, towards the passengers area.

A few minutes later, Max figured that Albert would be occupied with the card game so he grabbed his iphone from off the dashboard.  Max noticed that his best buddy Brent has sent him a text about an upcoming keg party.  Max read the message and texted back (while driving) and forth with Brent.  Max's eyes gazed at the road and then towards his phone, back to the road, back to texting.  This carried on for a while.

Max didn't notice that he was allowing the RV to slowly drift towards the left-hand lane, towards oncoming traffic.  Because there weren't many other vehicles on the road with them, it was easy for Max not to pay total attention.

HOOOOOOOOOONKKKK!!!!!

A semi truck was barreling towards the RV!

Max quickly swerved the RV back into the right lane just in the nick of time, barely missing the terrifying body of the semi truck.  Although the two vehicles didn't smash into each other, the RV was going fast.  It swerved and rocked to the point where--in the passenger area--luggage and goodies were flying out of storage compartments and falling down on top of Kara, the parents, and the cousins.  Max could hear them screaming back there along with the sounds of a glass smashing and various, numerous thuds.  Luckily, there was a diner just a few yards ahead, on the side of the road.  Max drove over to the diner and parked the RV in the parking lot.

With sweat beading on his forehead, Max hurried back towards the passenger area.

"Is everyone alright!?!" asked the panicked (and very guilty) Max.

The passenger area was a mess.  Corn chips were all over the carpet, the playing cards were scattered everywhere, and suitcases cluttered the floor.  No windows were broken but a drinking glass had toppled off the table and layed smashed on the stairs.

Everyone was shocked and silent at that moment.

"Uh.....um....," stuttered Max's mom finally.  "I think that everyone is a okay....right?"

For a second no one said anything.

Laurie was pressing her hand on the side of her scalp.

"God fucking damn it, I got scratched!  A fucking suitcase fell on my fucking head!" exclaimed Laurie.  "Sorry for cussing but, Jesus Christ, it hurts!"

"Oh my god, honey, are you okay!?!," said Jennifer, leaning towards Laurie and inspecting the wound.  Laurie's palm showed a speckle of blood but it was obvious that it was no big deal.  Laurie wasn't about to let an opportunity pass by for which she had the chance to act bitchy and melodramatic.

Everyone else, including Max, was wide-eyed.

Deborah decided that she need to placate this situation.  "Let's all go take a break, head inside the diner for a for a while, and then we'll clean up in here later," said Max's mom.

The entire group exited the RV and walked through the parking lot, heading towards the diner.  Max, Albert, and Blake, however, lagged behind in the parking lot, right near the RV.  It was clear, from the expression in his eyes, that Albert was furious.  In the parking lot was a group of local good ol' boys sitting on chairs and crates.  They were smoking, drinking, and laughing loudly.  Their lit cigars glowed like fireflies in the increasing darkness.

"I told you to put away that god damn phone, boy!" yelled Albert.

The rest of the group went into the diner.  Except for Max's timid dad, Blake, who stood behind Albert, not knowing what to do.

"Max, you weren't playing with your phone while you were driving, were you?  I can't believe you would do that with that big RV and everything.....," asked Blake, barely raising his voice.

"No, I wasn--," started Max, but he was cut off by Albert.

"Bullshit!" bellowed Albert.  "You're damn right he was playing with that god damn phone!  I asked him to knock it off once but what other reason would he have for almost crashing us headfirst into a megaton, god damn semi truck!?!  He almost got us all killed!"

"For cryin' out loud, Max, what is wrong with you?" asked Blake.  "Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Yeah, I mean, I kind of feel out of it you know, I wasn't paying attention, I got distracted--," mumbled Max, trying to grasp the out that his father was slyly nudging towards him as an excuse.

"You got distracted alright!" interrupted Albert, ever the Alpha.  "Distracted by that damn phone of yours!"

"I don't know--" Max attempted.

"Well, I do know!" yelled Albert, breaking Max's excuse (of course).  "You and I both know what happened.  Don't try to bullshit your dad and me, young man!  Have some respect!  You almost sent us straight to the pearly gates, for fuck's sake!"

"I....I'm so sorry, let's clean up," said Max sheepishly as he turned towards the RV.  Max entered the messy vehicle, found some garbage bags in a cabinet, and starting tossing the debris inside of a big, black garbage bag, while he picked the carpet, on his hands and knees, for glass pieces and crushed corn chips.  His huge, round butt cheeks stuck up in the air as he cleaned.  The back seam of his khaki shorts dug deep between his incredibly round, thick buns, becoming more and more stuck to his dewy, ripe sphincter.  The lines of his jockstrap were visible through the shorts.  Outside, for a moment, the two old dads got distracted by the sight of Max's XXXtra deluxe booty jutting and jiggling at them through the door as Max worked.

Maybe this would be the right time to spank.....

"Alright, Max, let's get this place cleaned up," said Blake breaking the spell.  He and Albert (who was now silent, always furious) entered the RV to join Max in the clean up effort.  Blake set the table right and found a few remaining pieces of the shattered drinking cup while Albert dramatically PUSHED! and SHOVED! the suitcases back into their overhead storage compartments, making sure that the two other men noted his every angry movement as he SLAMMED! the compartments shut.

Within a couple of minutes, everything was fine.  Cleaned up and back to normal.  No harm to the RV, just a scary moment for it's driver and passengers.  The biggest damage was the cheap, broken drinking glass and less corn chips in the snack bag (and, also, the band-aid that was currently being applied to the side of Laurie's head in the diner's womens restroom while Deborah, Jennifer, and Alan ordered some small cartons of pie to go as comfort food for everyone when they continued the drive).

Max, Blake, and Albert exited the RV and stood next to it in the parking lot, waiting for the rest of the family to leave the diner.  This way they could get some fresh air and, hopefully, the rest of Albert's nuclear anger would float off into the night sky.  Albert inspected the outside of the vehicle, making sure that nothing had been damaged.  Max hoped that, since his parents were around, that Albert wasn't going to be too tough on him but that wasn't going to be the case.....

The good ol' boys nearby continued their jolly conversation but were also paying attention to these strangers with the nice RV across the parking lot.  It was clear to them that there was some kind of drama going on but they were trying to mind their own business.....

Albert finished his inspection and approached Max and his dad.  "Max, you're damn fortunate that the RV is okay because I sure the hell wasn't going to pay for any of it if you had screwed anything up.  And neither was your pop here, ain't that right Blake?" scolded Albert.  Blake was silent, staring off towards the diner, attempting to look more angry than he really felt, in order to impress Albert.  Blake was trying to look as disapproving of Max's actions as he could, to give the impression that he, too, could be a cold, hard, patriarchal disciplinarian.  In his own way. 

But it would be up to Albert to figure out how to close the case on this crime.

Albert walked over to the good, ol' boys.  "Gentleman, would you mind if I borrowed one of those unused sittin' crates for a little while?" asked Max's father-in-law.

"Oh, sure, go right ahead, Mister.  You can even keep it if you'd like.  We got plenty of 'em," said a heavy-set man in overalls, with a smoky, old-fashioned pipe dangling from his lips.  The man handed Albert a 3 ft. tall, square wooden crate which Albert easily carried across the parking lot, back towards Max and Blake.  Max didn't have a good feeling about this.....

Albert dropped the crate down on the pavement and sat on top of it, using it as a chair.  He let out a relaxed sigh as he stared up at father and son.  

"Blake, could I have your permission for somethin'?" said Albert.

"Um...uh...sure, Albert, what's your inquiry?" replied Max's dad.

"Just because the RV got lucky tonight doesn't mean that Max is going to be so lucky.  I would like to tan his hide if that's alright with you," said Albert.

"Dad, no!" Max exclaimed, turning towards Blake.

"I um.....I don't really.....I don't know," answered Blake truthfully.

"C'mon, man, can't you see that that son of yours is spoiled rotten?  He needs to be taught a lesson.  He needs to learn respect and responsibility.  C'mon, let me show that oversized keister of his who's boss...." smiled Albert with a raise of his eyebrow.

"No, dad, we don't do that at our house!" pleaded Max.  This was like something out of a nightmare....

"You're not in your sweet, little house right now, are ya, Max?!  Those rules don't mean shit here," threatened Albert.

"I'm sorry, Max, but this.....This might be for your own good, son....Yes, Albert, maybe this is the right thing to do.  I'm sorry, Max," said Blake, trying not to make eye contact with his panicing son.  Big, strong, athletic Max clung to his twerpy father's shirt, trying to hide behind, him like a pathetic little boy.  It was hilarious.  And, indeed, the good ol' boys nearby were happy to have front row seats to this unexpected comedy.

Albert looked up at Max.  

Albert, sitting on the crate, patted his own knee with a sinister sense of joy.  "Over my lap, boy."

"Max, I want you to be a man and take your punishment.  Stop acting like a child.  If you act in childishly irresponsible ways, then you need to be dealt with in a corresponding manner.  Go lay over Albert's lap and make your big bottom available," said Max's dad with a sudden, direct tone.

Max slowly walked over to Albert.  "Dad, I can't believe that you're letting this happen....," said the blonde, hunky 21-year-old, looking back towards Blake.

"Max, do it.  Enough already.  You heard me.  Butt in the air, young man," ordered Blake.

Max obediently bent over Albert's lap.  He positioned himself as comfortably as possible.  As he layed horizontally on his stomach over his father-in-law's lap, Max scooted himself so that his gigantic butt loaves would be tilted up, as close as possible, to Albert's face.  Max knew how Albert would want it.  Albert could practically look down and take a bite out of Max's over-puffed buns if he wanted to.

Max stared down at the black pavement, waiting for his punishment.

The sight of big, strong Max bent over with his massive, round, bodacious butt cheeks popping up towards the stars, right at the old man's face, made everyone stare in awe.  The back seam of those form-fitting khaki shorts got lost within the grand canyon that divided Max's basketball-like bubble cheeks, getting sucked in towards his juicy pucker.  The strained, thin material clinging like shrink wrap to those massive glutes, looked as though the shorts were about to burst.  These shorts were extremely tight and revealing--they would be just fine for a true, old-fashioned, public beating.  Everyone could see the lines of Max's jockstrap showing through.

The good ol' boys had stopped conversing.  Now they were all staring at this wonderful show.

Albert began to run his hands all over Max's gigantic buns.....caressing them, squeezing them, squishing them.  Almost lovingly.  At this moment, it appeared that the most kindness that Albert had ever shown Max was when he had his hands all over the boy's rear.  Albert was taking his time molesting and smooshing Max's massive butt cheeks.  Albert began to massage the boy's ass loaves with a perverted, concentrated rhythm--he pushed them together and then slightly spread them apart, in an almost circular motion....together and apart, together and apart.....as though he was an expert baker preparing and kneading dough.  Albert made it seem that preparing Max's gigantic cheeks for spanking was something of a science.

Blake simply watched this scene, not knowing what to think.  Had he made the wrong choice in allowing Albert to punish his son?

The good ol' boys watching nearby were getting impatient.

Albert was completely occupied with his hands on Max's oversized buns, the vertical seat seam of the shorts going deeper and deeper into the crevice as the old man tenderly massaged his son-in-law's massive, round, doughy butt boulders .  Pushing them together, spreading them apart, pushing together, spreading apart.....

"Is that guy just gonna feel up them jumbo buns or is he gonna beat 'em!?  Enough already...." commented on man.

"No, siree, that older gent is a bonafide spanking expert it seems!  He's tenderizing that ass, getting it ready for abuse!  He knows what he's doing.  Have a little faith....," said one of his friends.

Albert continued massaging Max's massive bottom for a few more minutes and then it began.  Albert put one arm around Max's waist to hold him down.

Albert began full-throttle.  He didn't start Max off with moderate, soft swats--he went directly into ass-toasting power spanks!

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

From one big, bouncing bun to the other one, back and forth

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

Because Max's loaves were so massive, you could only really hit one bun at a time, so Albert concentrated on giving both cheeks equal smacks.

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

From the right cheek to the left cheek, right to left, back and forth, right cheek, left cheek

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

The huge butt cheeks--bouncing and shaking with each swat, like a pair of overfilled rubber balls--were getting the full punishment treatment as everyone could see.  People felt sorry for Max but this was an unbelievably sexy sight.

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

Max instinctively squeezed his buns open and close as the spanking progressed.  The back seam of the khaki shorts was practically being eaten by his asshole.  The wedgie was that severe at this point.

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

These were serious power-spanks.  Albert was laying into Max with fury, hitting the cheeks as hard as he could.  Max, humiliated and with his buns aching, began to sob.

"Stop!  Please stop!" begged Max.  Tears splashed on the pavement right under his face.

The rest of Max's family came out from the diner, holding their pie pieces.  They were speechless.  They slowly, silently walked towards this scene.  They were in awe as the young man's bodacious ass was getting its just desserts.

Alan and Laurie had mean, little smirks on their faces.  "Good," they thought.  Plus, Alan always loved seeing Max's rear pointing upward.

Deborah, Max's mom, stood near her daughter-in-law, Kara.  Both women were stunned.

"Max is finally getting put in his place.  I was worried that this would happen eventually," Deborah said with genuine sadness.  "Maybe we should have disciplined him properly long, long ago or this wouldn't be happening right now."

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Max sobbed harder as the beating continued on.

"Dad, please go easier on him.  We all have so much more sitting to do on this trip," pleaded Kara.

"I'm not hitting him that hard, honey" said smiling Albert, hitting Max very hard.  "It's not anything that his huge rear end can't handle, ain't that right boy?"

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

Max just continued sniveling and crying.  More tears streamed down his face.  This was an incredibly painful punishment for him.

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

The beating suddenly slowed down and got softer.  This allowed the crowd to appreciate the jiggling of the bulbous buns even more.

whack.   whack.   whack.   whack.

Albert stopped spanking Max which made Max think that this ordeal was close to being over.  "My hand is starting to get sore," said the old coot, grabbing as much of one oversized ass cheek with his hand as he could.  "Your turn, Blake."

"I....I don't know if I can do that..." stammered Max's dad.

Albert stood Max up for a moment.  Max gently rubbed his punished buns and stood looking down at the pavement, too embarrassed to look at anyone's face.

"Show your boy that you're not going to be putting up with his disobedience, man," coaxed Albert.  Albert gently guided Blake over to the crate, sitting him down on top of it.  "C'mon, Blake, this is your chance to show him who's in charge!"

Blake looked over at his son.  "Max, bend over my lap.  Right this instant," said Blake, firmly.

"No, dad!" cried out Max.

"Max, listen to me for once...." argued Blake.

"Dad, no!  Leave me alone!  I don't want to be spanked anymore," exclaimed Max, sounding like a pouting little boy.

"Max, do as your father said," chimed in Deborah.

"Forget it, mom!  There's no way!" Max shot back.

"Well, I just show you boy!!!" charged in Albert, grabbing Max by the shoulders, and practically tossing the big hunk over Blake's lap.  Max obeyed this time.

Max shifted his body into the best position.  Over his father's lap, he now layed horizontally, his big buns aiming skyward.

"More vulnerable, Max, just like how you were before.  Do it right, my son," said Blake gently.  So Max scooched up a bit, therefore tilting his ass up higher, the loaves more accentuated, pointing more upwards, closer to his father's face.

Blake looked down and enjoyed this extreme close-up--those massive, incredibly round and bulbous bubble buns, practically exploding out of the seat of their khaki shorts, sticking right at his face.  The vertical seat seam of the shorts lodged in Max's ass, buried deep between the young man's cheeks, stuck firmly to his butthole.  Blake felt like Max's buttocks were almost intimidating in their size.  He thought that he could practically get his head swallowed between those cheeks.  He patted them sweetly for a moment, relishing the incredible mass and density of the glutes as they jiggled; they were were muscular and chubby at the same time.  No matter how much Max worked out, those big buns were always gigantic.  Blake chuckled to himself, thrilled to be in this moment.  This was his chance.

With a look of determination on his face, Blake began spanking Max as he wrapped one arm around the boy's waist.

Spank!      Spank!       Spank!        Spank!

One bun, then the other, the left one, then the right one, back and forth just like Albert.  Max's massive cheeks bounced with every swat, ready to burst out of their tight shorts.

Spank!    Spank!   Spank!   Spank!

Blake tried.  But he was no match for Albert.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

Blake loved the feeling of his son's big, round butt boulders bouncing against the palm of hand, savoring the jiggle of each massive cheek.  Albert thought that Blake's less-than-impressive spanking skills were not up to par, so he decided to intensify the scene.

Albert walked over to the spanking crate and forcefully pulled down Max's tight shorts with one forceful yank!  Blake, his hand in mid-air, was about to deliver another whap to Max's posterior but he froze when he saw his boy's massive pair of pink buns sticking straight up at his face, bare naked.

Max wore his baby-blue jockstrap which (unnecessarily) framed and accentuated his gigantic ass cheeks even more.  Max now found himself bare-butt and over his daddy's lap for the first time.  There was now an entire crowd of people watching.  His family, the good ol' boys smoking in the parking lot, and a few wanderers from out of the diner coming to see what all the excitement was.

"C'mon now, Blake!" bellowed Albert.  "Give that bratty son of yours the long-overdue ass beating that he deserves!  Whip them bubble buns!"

whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap!

Inspired by Albert's pep talk (and by the sight of Max's deluxe naked rump only a few inches below his face), Blake administered fast, quick, harder spanks to his son's bulbous glutes.

whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap!

Max's cheeks were becoming pinker the more his father spanked him, but they were far from red.  Blake just didn't have that kind of force.

While the spanking continued, one of the good ol' boys walked over to Albert and whispered something in the old man's ear.  Albert chuckled and said to the man:  "Yeah, go got it."

The hillbilly removed a small souvenir flag from the dashboard of his pickup and walked over to Albert and gave him the small flag.  The souvenir flag was a small strip of white fabric that had the words "Grand Canyon" printed on it.  The flag was attached to a small, thin rod of plastic that served as the flag pole.  The rod was about the length of a pencil but much thinner in width.

whap!     whap!      whap!

whap!

It was obvious that Blake's milquetoast spanks were no match for Max's massive, round butt.  Blake was getting tired.

Albert walked over to Blake and Max.

"Blake, would you mind parting the boy's butt cheeks for me, please?" said Albert, with a smile on his face, holding up the tiny flag.

"Dad, no!  Please!" begged Max, still bent over his father's lap.

Blake, looking at the tiny, thin plastic rod attached to the souvenir flag, completely understood where Albert was going with this.  Max's father never thought himself as having a filthy sense of humor, but this was a ripe opportunity to have some fun at his arrogant son's expense.  "Max, spread your legs, please, and thrust that big bottom of yours up even more,"ordered Blake.

"Dad, no!  Don't do this!" cried Max.  All the good ol' boys and some of the crowd that had gathered to watch were having a good laugh.

whap!      whap!

Blake gave both of Max's meaty buns a hearty smack.  "Max, do as I say!" said Blake, raising his voice.  Albert arched his eyebrows, impressed with Max's father's new, commanding tone.

Max did as he was told, spreading his legs and pushing his huge, round bubble cheeks up in the air even more, much closer to his dad's face.  Blake, simply glancing downward, could now lick his son's puffy glutes if he wanted to, they were so close.  Even though Max had spread his legs and was sticking his massive ass upwards, that still wasn't enough to make his butthole visible--that's how thick and bulbous his buns are.

Blake used his hands to slowly spread Max's buns apart.  Now everyone around could see Max's tight, pink, dewy little pucker; his juicy little aperture practically kissed at the crowd from between the jockstrapped, oversized bubble buns.

This was the first time that Blake had seen his sexy, athletic son's most private area--he could smell it too, being so close......sweetly pungent, musky (and incredibly arousing) whiffs of Max's hot ass floated towards Blake's face.  Blake shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the aroma, as he spread Max's butt open.  For a flash moment, Blake wanted to dive his face in between those buns; they were so close that he could.  He considered making a joking comment about the scent but he decided not to; Blake figured that Max was embarrassed enough as is, being in the position that he was in.

Alan had a fiendish smile on his face as he handed his uncle Albert a small, complimentary pad of butter on wax paper that he got from the diner.  Albert used the butter to grease up the souvenir flag pole--that tiny, thin plastic rod--and then got close to bent-over Max and Blake (who was still spreading Max's ass open).  Albert applied some of the the butter on the tip of his finger and then ran that slippery finger across the surface of Max's tight, little balloon knot.  Albert loved the smooth, rigged feeling of Max's puckering anus at the tip of his finger.  For a second, Albert thought about plunging his finger inside of Max but he figured that that would be too....too revealing of his erotic intentions.  Albert wanted to be a cruel and strict disciplinarian; he didn't want to show his homoerotic attraction towards his son-in-law.  And, plus, it was the flag rod that he'd be using to penetrate Max and embarrass him in front of all these people.

While Blake used his hands to keep Max's gigantic glutes parted, Albert slowly, gently slid the tiny, plastic souvenir flag rod inside Max's asshole.   The butter had sufficently lubed-up the rod--and Max's anal aperture--and the rod just slipped right in there.

"Oww!!!" yelled out Max, pitifully.  People in the crowd watched and laughed.

"That ain't hurting you none!  That little stick is too thin!  Don't complain; I could make this a lot worse for you, boy!" replied Albert.

It was true that the tiny, plastic rod didn't hurt Max but he could feel that there was something small and skinny--less than the size of a standard medical thermometer--sticking out of his butthole.  It was the humiliation that was grinding Max down.

Albert teased Max by almost removing the rod from out of his hole but then Albert would shove it down a bit further.  He did this repeatedly a few times--in and out, in and out, up and down--basically fucking Max's hole with the buttered rod but he laughed while doing it, giving the impression that he was just "punishing" the young man.

In and out, in and out, up and down.....The rod went shallow and deep inside Max's chute, fucking him in front of a crowd of people while his own father spread Max's bulbous, oversized man-cheeks wide open for everyone to see this object being poked into him.

Blake used every once of brainpower he could to try stopping himself from getting an erection.  But it didn't work.  He could feel himself getting hard while his son layed over his lap.  Blake hoped that Max wouldn't feel it but, unfortunately, Max could absolutely feel that his father was being excited by this situation.  The humiliation that Max was feeling right now, however, trumped the disturbance that he felt about his dad's newly-discovered homoerotic, sadistic tendencies.

"That's one way to make your point, guys! hahahaha," cackled one of the good ol' boys watching nearby.

Albert stopped dipping the rod into Max's ass and left it plunged inside Max's hole, sticking out of it.  Blake continued to spread Max open, just for good measure.

Max now had a small souvenir flag that said "Grand Canyon" sticking out of his big, pink butt as he layed over his father's lap.  The situation overwhelmed Max and he could feel the tears rolling down his face as he sobbed.

"It's okay, Max, your punishment is almost over...." said his nerdy father in a gentle, comforting voice.

Albert retrieved Max's iphone from out of the RV and started taking pictures of Max's spread, spanked ass with the "Grand Canyon" flag sticking out of it.  A few other people watching in the parking lot took their own pictures too.  The flashes filled up the parking lot brightly while the sounds of giggling and laughing entered Max's ears.

Albert texted the words "FULL RED MOON AND GRAND CANYON" into Max's messaging screen and attached one of the pictures of Max's punishment to the message.

Albert pushed--Send All--button, thereby sending the picture and the message to all of Max's contacts.....all of Max's friends and family members.  "Everybody will be in for a treat when they see this," laughed the gruff, old father-in-law.  "That will teach Max not to disobey me."

An hour later, Max and his family were back in the RV, coasting down the freeway.  Alan was behind the wheel right now.  Max sat quietly in the back passenger area, pouting and ignoring everyone.

For the rest of the trip, everyone tried to move beyond the situation and not bring it up because they didn't want Max to be upset.  They all figured that Max wouldn't need a reminder, until:

One of the afternoons later in the trip, the family had stopped inside of a gift shop and, low and behold, there was a display of of miniature "Grand Canyon" souvenir flags identical to the one that had been used to embarrass Max.  Alan nudged Laurie, Kara, and Deborah.  "Hey, ladies," smirked Alan, "what do those remind you of?"

The women all giggled.  Max noticed what they were laughing at but he didn't say anything.

The Toy Box (Max story)

It was a Saturday in early February and pretty, petite, 22-year-old, brunette Kara needed to get some shopping done before Valentine's Day.  She called her gorgeous, hunky, 21-year-old husband Max on his iphone.

Max was over at his best friend Brent's house, watching sports on TV, drinking beer, and snacking on nachos.

brrring   brrrring   brrrring

Max answered his phone: "Hey, babe, what's going on?"

"Max, we need to go get a few more things before V-Day so let's go to Northlake and finish up," answered his wife.

Max just sighed, watched ESPN for 15 more minutes, and then left Brent's house to go pick up his wife and drive her to the mall.  

The mall was crowded and the young couple spent most of their time elbowing through different stores, looking for boring, schlocky Valentines gifts for Kara's family.  Kara loved sending cards and gifts to her family when she had an excuse.

Today, Max looked especially delicious.  His blonde hair had just gotten a fresh, new cut and his form-fitting, thin blue jeans hugged his gigantic, round bubble buns perfectly.  Although he looked perfect, he had a bad attitude about shopping with his wife so Kara told him that she'd meet him at 6 pm by the J.Crew store while she got the last few things.  This way Max could look in the stores that he wanted rather than looking for the right sparkly heart brooch for Kara's grandma.

The late afternoon whizzed by and Kara headed over to meet Max.  Right across from J.Crew, the mall had just opened up a brand-new womens lingerie store.  Kara looked at her phone and realized that she had a few more minutes to shop before she was due to meet Max so she bashfully headed into the lingerie store to peek around.

Inside the lingerie store, a 40-something, drag queen with a massive, purple afro worked the counter.

"Hello there, I'm Miss Julie.  Is there anything in particular that you're looking for today?," greeted the clerk as he (She!) sashayed over.  A red rose was pinned to the lapel of Miss Julie's colorful, sequined cardigan.

"Oh, no, no.....I'm just looking.  New store, huh?" smiled Kara as she noticed that this small shoppe was filled with all kinds of lacy and elaborate underpanties of high quality.  Kara wished that she had more money to spend on those kinds of things now that she was growing out her conservative upbringing and embracing a new approach.....

"That's right, sweetie!" squealed the clerk.

Kara's eyes shifted over to an area behind the counter where she noticed a small door cracked open that obviously led into a tiny back room.  As she focused in, Kara could see that, in the back room, there were confusing leather straps hanging up on hooks and shelves and shelves of what appeared to be an infinite selection of different dildos and vibrators.

"Uh oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't leave that door open.  I know that that can be too much for some people....," said Miss Julie who observed Kara's eyes widening as she stared at that little room behind the counter.

"No, it's fine.  I'm an adult.  It's no big deal," she giggled, stopping Miss Julie from closing the door.

"There's some amazing new products in there but I'm still trying to figure out how to display them in the store without offending people.  So, in the meantime, I'm just keeping them back there for.....for our more adventurous customers," said the queen with a wink.  "You have a boyfriend, doll?"

"Married," answered Kara.

"Well, good for you!  You married pretty young then.  Where's your husband, cutie?  Have him buy you something from here!" said Miss Julie.

"He's right over there, actually," Kara said as she pointed to tall, sexy Max across the hall.  He was looking at the windows of J.Crew, admiring the mens jackets on display.

Miss Julie looked over at Max.  Naturally, her jaw dropped when she caught a glance at Max's obscenely perky, overstuffed glutes which bulged out like two basketballs within the strained seat of his blue jeans.

"Your husband......is that cute jock boy with the humungous bubble butt?!?"  The clerk looked over at Kara with a scandalized look on her face.  "You lucky little bitch!"

"Yeah," giggled Kara.

"And he's a toned, worked-out guy--you can tell--but he's got that huge, round, poppin' booty!  Wow!" exclaimed Miss Julie.

"Yeah, he's always had a big ass.  He's kind of embarrassed by it though," said Kara.

"He shouldn't be!  Those buns are fabulous!" shrieked the clerk.

Kara was starting to get used to people making comments about Max's bottom so she just laughed it off.

"So.....are you two wild in the bedroom?" implored Miss Julie with a twinkle in her eye.

"Um, we've tried a few things here and there.  I've bought some things that I've never ended up using.  But....but there's more that I would like to do....," answered the girl.

"Do to that ass of his?" nudged the naughty clerk.

"Well.....yes," Kara answered honestly.

"I'm going to give you a Valentine gift box from this shop.  Good stuff only.  Okay?" said Miss Julie.

"Okay," smiled Kara.

"We have some sample items that I'm gonna give to you and I'll give you some tips and instructions as well," said the clerk who darted into the back room, grabbed a shiny, pink box, and began selecting what to put in.  Miss Julie smiled and closed the door to the back room so that Kara would be surprised by what was waiting for her (and Max!) inside that box.  

Kara waited for a few minutes while Miss Julie wrote some things down on a sheet of paper, placed the paper within the box, wrapped the box in ribbon, stuck a white bow on it, and handed it over to the young wife.

"How much?" asked Kara.

"No, dear, those are sample items for you.  It's a free gift.  Take it," said the clerk.

"No way!  That's so kind of you!  Thank you so much!," said Kara as she did a little jump.

"You're very welcome but, sweetheart...." said the drag queen.

"What?" implored Kara.

".....You gotta promise me that you'll use them according to your instructions and you have to report back to me how useful the toys were," commanded Miss Julie.

"Yes.  Yes, I'll try," said Kara.

"Do it, girl, don't just try!" said the drag queen.  "Now off you go!  Have fun......and be gentle on him."

"I will," said Kara, thrilled but nervous as she walked out the store and approached Max across the hall.  With her bags on her arms (trinkets for her family), Kara held the shiny, pink box from the lingerie store.

"What's that?" asked Max, looking at the pink gift box with the white bow.

"A gift for us," answered Kara.

As the young couple headed towards the mall exit, the drag queen clerk in the lingerie store watched them walk towards the doors.  Max's puffy, bulbous bubble buns jiggled and bounced as Miss Julie watched him exit, licking her glossy lips.

Max and Kara drove home, ate dinner, and started getting ready for bed.  On the nightstand beside the bed, Max noticed the pink box with the white bow on it.

"The early Valentine's Day present?" asked the young man.

"Uh....sure, you could say that.  I wanted to wait a couple of more days but I really think that we should crack it open tonight," smiled Kara.  "Max, let's have some fun."

Max was still groggy from all the beer that he had drank earlier that day with Brent.

"Can't we wait until morning, babe?" implored the beefcake.

"No, I want to have fun right now!" said Kara, pouting.  "Strip down and lie down on your tummy.  Pretty please...."

Now it became obvious to Max that Kara wanted to have fun with his big ass.  He assumed that she maybe wanted to do a little bit of rimming or play the "stinky butt game" as Kara called it (which just consisted of her burying her face between his massive, round cheeks and rubbing her nose on his hole).

Max stripped off his clothing, got completely bare-ass naked, and layed face-down on the bed.  Kara took off her clothes too as she enjoyed the sight of her husband's naked, bulbous rump sticking up towards the ceiling.  To Kara, Max's huge, round cheeks looked bigger and juicier than ever.....

Kara turned over to the nightstand and opened up the pink box.  Inside she found some intriguing gifts from Miss Julie, each one she would find out the uses for soon enough.  Along with them was a sheet of paper which Kara unfolded and read:

Hey, Honey!

I hope that you and your big-bottomed boy have fun with these!  Follow my directions and have a wonderful evening.

First of all, go over to that boy, spread his cheeks, and give that butt pucker a good licking!

"Max, we're gonna try a few new things tonight so just be open to it," said Kara in a sweet voice.

On the bed, tired Max was almost falling asleep.  "Okay, whatever," he said.

Kara wanted to follow Miss Julie's instructions to a "t", so she went over to the bed, lied on top of Max, and moved herself to a position where her face would be straight into Max's naked rear.  She used her hands to spread apart Max's massive glutes.  Immediately the deliciously cheesy, musky scent of Max's open butt entered her nostrils but Kara didn't want to spend the entire night just smelling Max (although she could....).  Kara began running her tongue up and down Max's pucker and crack, savoring the salty and slightly sour taste.  She flickered her tongue against his tight, little sphincter for a while and then followed that up with some muscle-power and force from her tongue, creating wide, thick, forceful licks.  Kara wished that her tongue was strong enough to actually penetrate deep inside Max's hole.  She was licking so hard and so forcefully--like a dog licking a spoon with peanut butter on it--that Max was concerned that his pucker was going to start feeling raw.....

"Baby, cool it down," grumbled Max, "You're going to make my asshole sore."

Kara immediately started licking Max's ass more gently, with soft little swipes from her tongue.

"Mmmmm!  I just love the way that you taste!  I can barely help myself," she mumbled, her voice barely audible since her face was buried between Max's massive buns.  Kara continued the soft rimming for a few more minutes and then decided to go to the next step.  She pulled her face from out of Max's ass, reached over to the nightstand, and read Miss Julie's next instruction.

Now that your boy's hole is wet, take the purple vibe, shove it in his ass, and turn on the button.

Kara removed a rubber, iridescent, shiny purple vibrator (about the size of a man's middle finger) from out of the gift box and aimed that toy right between Max's glutes.  With his hole still juicy and sticky from the licking, Kara was able to push the vibrator directly into Max's chute.  Max's tight, little sphincter gave her some initial resistance but with a little wiggle-and-shove, Kara was able to stick it in.

"Ow!!  Babe!  What are you doing!?!" exclaimed Max.

"I want to give that hot booty of yours a good workout tonight, Max," said his wife with a smile on her face.  Holding the vibrator in her hand while it penetrated Max's rectum, Kara pushed a button on the handle of the vibrator which turned on the tremors deep inside Max.  She could feel the toy activating while she held it in her hand.

"Oh.....oh wow......that feels so weird," said Max, getting used to the sensation.

Kara ran the toy in and out of his ass, half-way, for a little while.  Her hand started to feel numb from all the vibrations so she slid the toy out of Max's hole, turned off the vibration button, and then turned to her instructions.

His hole should be a little more open now.  Take this caramel sauce and rub some inside of his crack.  Lick it off.  The sweetness of the sauce should be delicious inside that hot butt.

Kara did as she was instructed.  She took out a tiny vial of caramel sauce from inside of the pink gift box.  She unscrewed the top, dunked her finger in, scooped out some of the sugary-smelling, soft caramel, and ran that finger deep into Max's crack.

"What's that?" asked Max, definitely awakening from out of his groggy beer buzz.

"Caramel for your sweet buns," answered his wife right before she dug her face back between Max's huge, round, athletic, bubble cheeks.

Kara ran her tongue up and down Max's crack, stuffing her face between his gigantic buns, licking all over his pucker.  The sweetness of the caramel was a perfect compliment to the musky tang of Max's natural butt funk.  The vibe had opened him up a bit, making Max's ass a little bit more stinky and tasty.

Once Kara had eaten all the caramel from inside of Max's rump, she went to the next written instruction.

Hopefully you've warmed up the outside of his hole so now I want you to warm up the inside too.  Take this small bottle of warming lube cream, get some on your finger, and lube up his chute.

As soon as Kara had squeezed some of the lube cream on her finger, she could feel the skin on her finger warming up ever so slightly.  It felt great and she knew that Max would soon be feeling great too.  Kara stuck her finger inside of Max's butt hole, running it in and out; the lube was perfectly slippery.  She loved the hot sensation of the warming cream all over her finger but, even more so, she loved the tight, muscular clamp of Max's anus puckering around her finger like a ring.

"Oh my god, that feels hot, baby.....," sighed Max while his wife finger-banged him.  The warming sensation of the lube cream was subtle and sexy inside of his ass.

Kara looked again at her instructions.

That lube is in there for a reason, dollface.  Take the ben-wa balls and pop them, one-by-one, into that tight hole!  Make him accept all of them.  Then slowly remove each and every ball but take your time.

From out of the pink gift box, Kara removed a string of 6 small, blue, rubber balls linked together on a thin rubber chord.  The ball at the end was the size of a small marble but then they got progressively larger.  The ball towards the handle of the toy--the largest ball--was the size of a baby's fist.  Kara wasn't sure if Max would be able to fit all of these small spheres inside of his rectum but he was going to have to try.

One-by-one, Kara pushed the first four balls inside Max's chute.

"Ooh, I think that that's enough, babe," said Max.  "I don't think that I can take any more...."  He began wiggling around uncomfortably.  Kara used her left hand to smack Max's buns.  The big, round cheeks jiggled as the four smallest ben-wa balls kept stuck inside of him.

Further down the instructions, Miss Julie had written:

If Bubble Buns gives you a hard time, use this paddle to discipline him.

Sure enough, inside the box, was a small pink paddle (it was really just a cheap ping-pong paddle lightly coated with a pink rubber layer).  But it would have to do.

"Max, you have to take all the balls inside of you or you get spanked," said Kara with determination in her voice.  She brought the paddle down on Max's jiggling butt loaves, giving them each a few good whacks on each cheek.

whack!   whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

Max couldn't believe what was happening!  His wife was now on top of him, beating his thunder buns with one hand and trying to stuff another ben-wa ball into his chute with her other hand.

whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

Max's massive cheeks quivered and shook with each swat.  He had to admit to himself that his wife was starting to hit him pretty hard; his buns were genuinely stinging now.  The pain in his hole was starting to intensify as one of the larger ben-wa balls was being crammed into him, stretching his sphincter open.  Kara kept spanking him.

whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

"Are you going to listen and take it?!" asked Kara, commandingly, with a raised voice.

whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

"Yeah, yeah, yeah--ooow!--just stop paddling me!" answered Max.

"Max, spread your legs wider and make sure that your asshole stays relaxed," Kara said, finally stopping the spanking.

"Alright, fine, I'll try.....," said Max, pitifully.

Kara pushed one of the largest balls into his hole.

"Oooh, god damn it, this is really starting to hurt!" said Max.

"Shut up and open up!" ordered his wife.

Kara could see Max's sphincter aperture widening as she slowly pushed the largest and final ben-wa ball into his hole.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!" yelled out Max.  His hole had never been opened like this before and it hurt.

whack!  whack!

"Keep those in there!  Relax!" said bossy Kara as she administered a couple more smacks with the paddle across Max's increasingly pink butt cheeks.  Max obeyed, holding all the ben-wa balls inside of him.  Kara gently massaged his collosal, bulbous, round  buns for a while as she kept her gaze intently on the rubber chord protruding out from his crack.

Kara grabbed the end of that chord and pulled, very slowly extracting the ben-wa balls, one by one, from out of Max's hole.

To Max, it was a very odd sensation.  He felt like he was releasing a big, thick poop.  He spread his legs wider and shoved his massive ass towards the ceiling and closer to his wife's face.  He relaxed his hole as the ben-wa balls emerged from within him.  Kara loved the sight of this.....and she enjoyed the smell also.

The rubber ben-wa balls did reveal traces of their journey inside Max's behind.  A few, small specks of matter stuck to the rubber balls and the chord but Kara didn't care.  Don't play in the backyard if you're afraid of getting a little dirty, she thought.  She placed the used ben-wa toy on the nightstand.  She'd clean it all later, she thought.

Kara grabbed the paper inside the pink box and read the last section of Miss Julie's notes:

"Drive it home, baby.  Strap-on time."

The last remaining items inside the box was a medium-sized black dildo with a flat, extended bottom to it and a jumble of leather straps and buckles.

It took a few minutes for Kara to figure out how to strap the device onto her pelvic area but she managed.  Max didn't mind a bit of rest to his aching hole.

"Babe.....?" spoke Max.

"What?" asked Kara.

"Do we have to continue with this?  My ass really hurts....." pleaded Max.

"Yes, we do.  I'm not done with you yet," she said as a wide grin suddenly crept across her face.  She had just figured out how to arrange the dildo through the metal ring on her strap-on.  She was ready now.

Kara felt transformed.  "So this is kind of what it feels like to be a guy.....," she thought to herself as she looked down at the dildo that appeared to be part of her.....and then she looked over at her gorgeous, young husband's succulent, irresistable butt.

She positioned herself between his legs and aimed the tip of the dildo right between Max's jumbo, puffy cheeks.

"Now remember to stay relaxed, Max.  You're about to get fucked," Kara said.

She slowly pushed her pelvis toward's Max's behind, shoving the black rubber cock deep inside of him.

"Ooooh, god baby, please be gentle...." sobbed Max.

"I'll try, Max, if you're a good boy.  Just take this and be a man," instructed Kara as she thrust, rhythmicly, in and out, fucking Max's hole deep with her dildo appendage.

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

Max began to whimper.  His ass had never been abused like this.  And to think that it was his own, sweet, innocent little wife who was ripping him open!  Was this a taste of things to come?  Did she think that she would be doing this on a regular basis....?

Max's rectum felt filled, invaded, and aching and his anus felt like it was on fire....

"Baby, stop, please, you're fucking me too hard.  My butt can't take any more of this!  Please!" begged Max, his face nestled into his pillow.  His cock was as hard as a rock.  He felt like, just maybe, he would be able to cum like this......to cum while being fucked.

"Just a little while longer.....if I feel like being kind to you....," said Kara wickedly.  In truth, she loved this power, she loved the idea that she was fucking Max's A+++ ass, and she loved the feeling of the dildo bottom poking at her pussy.  It felt great!  She knew that she was about to cum herself.  Max thrust his ass back towards Kara, pressing his cheeks to her pelvis, forcing the toy deeper inside of him.  Kara loved the feeling of Max's big, bopping buns bouncing against her body like a pair of soft boulders.

"Just a bit more, Max!" said Kara, panting.

In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out and in went the dildo, fucking Max more than he ever thought he could handle.

Kara moaned as she orgasmed.......the thrusts slowed down and she tenderly rubbed and squeezed Max's warm glutes as the climaxing waves began to trail away from her.

Feeling his wife's hands on his buns, as well as the dildo slowly, gently sliding in and out of him, Max came too, shooting jets and jets of thick, white jism onto the bedspread beneath him.  He shuddered and gasped for air as the most intense orgasm of his life shot out of him in creamy waves.

For a few more moments, Kara remained on top of Max, with the dildo still inside of him and her strap-on still buckled around her.  She hugged him and kissed the back of his neck sweetly.

A few days after Valentine's Day, Kara drove over to the mall and entered Miss Julie's lingerie shoppe.

The drag queen's eyes lit up when she saw her pretty, young protege stroll in through the doorway.

"So, sweetie, how did it go?  Did you enjoy those toys?" asked Miss Julie.

"I did.  I really, really did," answered Kara, her face bright.

"And how about hunky Mr. Bubble Buns?.....Did he enjoy them too?" followed up the drag queen.

"I think so.  I hope so," answered the girl.

"Well, for his sake I hope he did.  Because, you know, every once in a while, the sex toy manufacturers send me freebie samples and I'd rather hand them out to my favorite visitors than to just have them sitting in the back room collecting dust," said Miss Julie, winking at Kara.

"Oh, I'd be willing to try out new things......to try them out on Max.  I'm obsessed with his ass, I admit it," Kara giggled.

"I don't blame you one bit, dear.  I'll call you when we get new shipments.  It's on me.  I'll consider it a community-building exercise since we both appreciate a hot booty on a hot man.  You're a young couple so I figure that you could use all the help that you could get," said Miss Julie.

"You'd really do that for me?  I mean, for us?  Wow, thank you!" exclaimed Kara, hugging Miss Julie.

"No problem, dollface.  No problem at all.  I'm here to help," said Miss Julie.  She went over to the counter and grabbed a card and pen so that Kara could write down her private cell phone number.  Miss Julie would be more than happy to call Kara to come and get free toy samples when she got the chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Rick:  "Is this Max?"

Max:  "Yes, this is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it, doc," said Max.

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

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

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

Max gulped.

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

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

Dr. Rick couldn't believe his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Max opened his mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pppphhhhrrrrpppt!      pphhrrrttt!

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

"Feel better?" asked Dr. Rick.

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

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

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

sniff sniff sniff sniff            sniff sniff sniff

sniff sniff

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

sniff sniff sniff

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

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

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

sniff sniff sniff

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

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

in and out, in and out

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

in and out, in and out, in and out

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

in and out, in and out

2 minutes of fucking

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

Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!

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

in and out, slid the doctor's cock

in and out, in and out, in and out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whipping Time part 2: Strapped (Max story)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crack!    Crack!    Crack!    Crack!    Crack!

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

Crack!   Crack!   Crack!

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

Crack!   Crack!    Crack!    Crack!

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

Upper right cheek--

Crack!

Lower left cheek--

Crack!

Mid right cheek--

Crack!

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

To punish Max for sassing his daughter

Crack!

To punish Max for being a disobedient boy

Crack!

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

Crack!

To punish Max because he could

Crack!

To punish Max for inspiring homosexual thoughts

Crack!   Crack!    Crack!

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

Crack!   Crack!

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

Crack!

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

"Ow!  Ow!"  cried out Max.

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

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

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

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

Crack!  Crack!   Crack!   Crack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, Albert and Alan returned to the clearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Max nodded obediently.

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

"Yes, dad," said Max, humbled.

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

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

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

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

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

Max hesitated a moment before figuring out what to say.

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

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