Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 01:32:52 EDT
From: AlexfromUSA@aol.com
Subject: Encounter at the Chiropractor's

As he sat down, his massive mounds of gluteal meat and his perfectly
proportioned 34 inch thighs expanded out and up, forcing his limp yet
amazingly big cock and balls up.  "Come here," he ordered.

Panicking because he thought he was going to have to suck the cock that was
already as large as his wrist, Billy pleaded: "But I'm married and have two
kids, sir.  I'm not gay."

"Good for you, boy," responded Steve, "You've been bad.  Bad boys don't get
rewarded.  Come here now."

Billy breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he wasn't going to "get
rewarded" by having to suck this very powerful man's very large cock.  So
he got closer, standing right next to the seated big man, almost eye level
even though he was standing while the big man was sitting.  Only then did
he start to wonder what was going to happen, since he wasn't going to be
made to suck off Steve.  He knew something was up.  He just wasn't sure
what.  How things had changed from just a few minutes before.

"You've been naughty, Billy, taking advantage of your role and trying to
feel me up.  I came here for an adjustment and treatment, which you did a
good job in providing.  But you tried to do more than is appropriate.  And
now you're punishment for that is going to be a spanking," said Steve.

"What?" exclaimed Billy.  "I didn't mean to feel you up, sir.  It was an
accident."

"It was no accident, boy," responded Steve.  "You tried to make it seem
like an accident when you were massaging my left hamstring and glute, but
when you put your head between my legs and practically rimmed me, you kept
doing it for a couple of minutes.  That was no accident.  And now you're
trying to lie about it, so you'll get extra punishment for that, too.  Now
drop 'em."

"You're going to spank me?  But you can't spank me, sir, I'm a grown man,"
declared Billy weakly.  Only after he said it did he think how hollow that
sounded.  At 35 years old he was full grown, and 8 years older than his
patient Steve.  But compared to Steve he seemed only partially grown.
Billy was 5'7" and a wiry 142 lbs.  Regular running kept any fat off him
and his chiropractic work kept his muscles strong.  But he was small boned
and his muscles had always been lean.  So he looked a lot younger than his
years.

In contrast, his new patient Steve was large boned, large framed, and
powerfully muscled.  He easily carried 285 lbs. on his 6'6" frame.  He had
no extra fat on him-it was all muscle.  His thick, peaked arms were bigger
than Billy's thighs, even though Billy had been a runner since high school.
One of Steve's grooved, rippling thighs was several inches bigger than
Billy's waist.  Steve's back seemed like it was three feet across, rippling
with sinewy muscle with each breath the big man took.  His panther like
chest cast a shadow on his ripped abs, his pecs were so developed.  Billy's
whole chest was barely bigger than just half of Steve's.  Yet the greatest
contrast was between their glutes.  Both were white and smooth, but that's
where the comparison ended.  Steve's glutes were absolutely ripped,
powerful basketball sized amalgamations of power and strength, bubbling up
even in a resting state.  While Billy had a typical distance runner's
butt-tight, small mounds of muscle that was in proportion to the rest of
his small frame.

"I didn't mean to, sir.  I'm sorry," pleaded Billy.

"Whining will only make it worse, boy.  I'll rip those pants off you, if
you don't drop 'em now!" barked Steve.

In this Billy heard his high school track coach, who had been a drill
sergeant in the Marines, and the effect was immediate.  For his coach had
conditioned his boys to obey his orders without question.  Standing next to
this giant of a man, hearing such forceful commands, Billy stopped thinking
and reacted by dropping his pants.

"Now get up here," ordered Steve.

Billy climbed up and carefully laid himself over Steve's lap, with his feet
still on the floor, not sure what to do about Steve's cock, which was now
under his chest.  Billy had never been spanked before by somone who was
also naked.

"No, I said get up here," declared Steve, as he reached under Billy's neck
and chest with his enormous left hand and between Billy's little runner's
legs with his right hand.  Steve then picked Billy up, his right hand more
than enveloping Billy's little dick and balls, giving Billy a jolt and a
realization of how truly little he was compared to this giant.  Steve
placed Billy back down on his lap, with Billy's stomach centered over
Steve's cock and Billy's feet dangling off the floor.

"I haven't been spanked since I was a kid, and don't think I should be
spanked now, sir.  I promise I won't do it again," said Billy.

"I know you won't do it again, boy.  Now take your punishment like a man,"
said Steve.

"Smack" came the sound of the first spank, followed by a yelp from Billy.
Then another, and then another.  Each time Steve's enormous hand covered
Billy's entire butt, stinging it and bringing out the red.  Billy couldn't
tell, because it was so painful, but Steve was holding back most of the
impact, since he was so strong and Billy's butt was so little.  By the
fifth smack, Billy had tears in his eyes.  By the seventh, the tears flowed
freely from the pain and shock.

It hurt physically, but Billy felt diminished, totally dominated by this
powerful man.  And all for falling by mistake into the backs of Steve's
legs and butt when Billy was massaging him.  He hadn't intended to stay in
that position, with his head between Steve's legs and his face an inch from
Steve's ass.  But Steve had shifted his legs apart a little, just enough
for the top of Billy's head to get caught between Steve's powerful thighs,
and then Billy couldn't get his head up.  He tried saying something, but
his nose and mouth were so close to Steve's ass that the sound and heat
went right into it.  Soon Steve, who couldn't see what Billy was doing,
thought Billy was rimming him.  Eventually, Billy extricated himself from
the crush of Steve's enormous thighs, but by then it was too late.  Steve
was mad.

Finally, after ten smacks Steve stopped and placed his hand on Billy's
stinging butt.  Steve held Billy still as he continued to sob, then Steve
started to massage Billy's little glutes.  As he massaged, he started to
rub Billy a little along his naked thighs, creating new points of contact.
Soon he got into a rhythm of squeeze and rub.  Billy's sobs turned into
groans, especially as Billy's little dick started to make regular contact
with Steve's giant cock.

When Billy's groans started to turn into moans, Steve reached between
Billy's little runners legs again, once again enveloping Billy's now hard
dick and balls with his gigantic hand, and lifted Billy off his lap.  Steve
slowly raised Billy to an upright position and then lowered him to the
ground.  He then opened his right hand and allowed Billy's little dick to
spring out.  Even engorged and erect Billy's prick wasn't as big or thick
as Steve's ring finger.  Steve then slowly pulled his hand out from between
Billy's legs, rubbing from his dick and balls over his asshole and butt.
With Billy's eyes still closed and breathing starting to return to normal,
he gave Billy's ass a firm squeeze.

After a couple of seconds he gave Billy a light swat on the butt and said,
"Good boy."

With feeling Billy replied, "I deserved that punishment.  Thank you, sir,"
and opened his eyes.  Staring at him was Steve's now erect cock, which had
grown to a tremendous size.  " May I make it up to you?" said Billy as he
reached in to wrap his hands around Steve's massive tool.  Billy's small
hands barely reached around the entire girth of Steve's bull cock.

"Good boy," said Steve, as he put his hand on the back of Billy's head and
guided him to his source of pleasure.

To be continued.

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