If Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter had know what was in store for them they probably would never have pulled over the old rusty pick up with the Gay Pride sticker plainly placed in the back window of the cap on back. However not having the ability to see into the future they did pull it over and both men learned a lesson they would not soon forget.

Officers Matthews & Carter had been partners for two years. The Sergeant had teamed them up when Chad, a 22-year-old rookie had joined the department. Sergeant Andrews felt that Jim would be the perfect mentor for the young rookie Trooper. Although Jim was twice Chad's age both men had similar backgrounds and interests. Both had lost his father at a young age and been raised by a single mother working her tail off to make ends meet. Both had played college football. Both were avid sport fans and would watch anything as long it involved two teams of men chasing one another around a sporting arena.

Hell, they even had similar builds Jim stood 5'8' and Chad 5'9'. Both had dark brown hair and deep dark eyes set into classically chiseled faces. Jim's hair was graying slightly at the temples and he had the very slight beginnings of crow's feet around his eyes. But, at 44 he still looked damn good and could give the hot new rookie a run for his money. Both men worked out 5 days a week religiously and had maintained those hard stocky football player builds they had acquired on the high school football field. Broad chests strained across their tight tan uniform shirts with massive guns popping out the sleeves. Those big chests tapering into smaller waist (both men were a 32' waist) that traveled down into thick tree trunk like thighs.

Then of course there were their asses. Officer Matthews had been a State Trooper for over 20 years and his large ass had been the subject of many a joke over the years. It was a simple fact his butt was enormous. Not fat by any means, it had a wonderfully full round bubble shape to it. It was perfectly round and stuck out so far in back that the other officers would joke that it could be used as a shelf. Even though the rest of Jim Matthews was big and muscular his ass was even larger than the rest of him and somehow looked out of proportion even on his muscular frame. Jim didn't mind his large backside though. In fact he was proud of it and did what he could to draw attention to it. And it did get him lots of attention with the ladies. It even got him some attention from some guys. Now Jim is in way gay. In fact he is horribly homophobic, going out of his way to make trouble for gay motorists whenever he gets the chance, but his attitude was, 'If a fag wants to look at my ass let him. But if it touches me I'll kill him.'

Then there was Officer Carter. One of the first things that you notice is that this new young rookie has an ass every bit as big and full and round as the older officer. And like the older officer he gets just as much attention because of it. And he too enjoys every bit of it and goes out of his way to accentuate it whenever he can. He even has the same philosophy when it comes to gay men, 'If a fag wants to look at my ass let him. But if it touches me I'll kill him.'

If truth be told when both men were dressed in their tan uniforms with their mirrored sunglasses and motorcycle helmets on you would be hard pressed to tell them apart. And from behind it is almost impossible. All these things combined plus the fact that both men shared similar outlooks on life made Sergeant Andrews feel that both men would work well together and for this reason he teamed them up. This was two years ago and both men had become the best of friends. They were inseparable. Where ever one went the other wasn't far behind. The other officers started jokingly referring to the duo as 'The Bubble Butt Twins'. Both men just laughed it off, what else could they do, after all it was true they both had wildly large asses and they were alike in every way. Even down to the kind of underwear they wore. This was discovered one day quite by accident.

It was shortly after Officer Carter came on board. He and Officer Matthews had pulled over a motorist for speeding. When the officers stopped him and asked him to step from the car he jumped out and took off running into the woods. The area that the officers worked in was a very small rural red neck area and the woods went on forever. Both men sensed that there had to be something big going on for the man to run the way he did so they took off after him into the woods with Jim in the lead and Chad very close behind, calling for back up on his walkie-talkie as he ran.

The seat of both officers uniform pants was under a lot of strain to begin with due to that fact the their asses were so large and meaty, then the extra burden of having to support their over sized ass melons in a chase was just way too much. Their big cheeks jiggled and bounced as the two officers ran after their prisoner. As they did the stitching down the back seam of their skintight breeches began to give way. Jim felt something give way and heard a loud tearing sound as his beefy mounds came pouring out the back of his uniform. The entire seam had ripped out and his brief clad ass was on display for the rookie officer to see as they ran. He wore red bikini briefs that barely covered his fleshy mountains. They crept seductively up his ass crack exposing lots of his cheeks out the bottom of the leg bands. Over the years Jim had tried many different styles of underwear but with his thick thighs and over stuffed butt cushions he found that something smaller with a lot of spandex in it that hugged his monster cheeks was much more comfortable. Plus he was proud of his ass and the ladies seemed to like to see him in the scat under wear.

Chad not far behind was shocked as he saw his partners ass come bursting free from the confines of his uniform. Chad had dealt with this his whole life, having such a large butt he always ripped out his pants but he had never known anyone else who had shared this problem. As he ran Chad could feel his own pants giving way but he could do nothing to stop it. So as he ran his seam split right down the back and his own ass muffins came spilling out. He was wearing the same style of bikini brief, as Officer Matthews was only his were a dark purple. However they rode just as far up his ass as the older officer's did. And he wore them for the same reason, the small stretchy material felt the most comfortable to him and they drove the ladies wild to see him in them.

Officer Matthews reached the man first and took a huge leap landing on him and knocking him to the leave covered ground of the woods. Officer Carter jumped on top of the two and a struggle ensued. Both beefy officers were rolling around on the ground with the suspected criminal theirs asses coming further and further out of their uniforms their pants continued to rip as they struggled with the man.

When back up arrived it was discovered that the prisoner was a cocaine dealer with over $40,000 worth of cocaine in his car. That was why he ran. By the time back up arrived there wasn't much left to the officers' pants. They had ripped the whole way down the back and there was no trying to cover their huge butt globes. The bikinis they wore were way to small to cover them and the pants were too torn to cover them either so both officers were forced to walk the prisoner back to the cruiser with their massive butts on display for their fellow officers and any passing motorists to see. They got quite a few honks and one of the officers commented that they had on the same kind of underwear.

After this incident Jim & Chad decided it would be a good idea to have their pants specially tailored, since they didn't make regulation uniform pants that would fit over their asses and not split out. They found a tailor who was able to duplicate the pant style perfectly. He used a Lycra/spandex combo in the seat that gave the men some extra needed room. That's not to say that their pants never split again because they did but this helped matters some.

Now here they were two years later driving along side by side on their motorcycles on their daily run when they spotted an old rusty pick with a Gay Pride stick in the back window of the cap on back. As previously stated both men were very homophobic. They took great delight in pulling over 'fags' and giving them tickets on trumped up charges as they harassed them. Jim began flashing his lights and turned on his siren to signal the old red pick up to pull over. Both men laughed. They knew that they were gonna have some fun humiliating the two 'fags' in the truck. Or so they thought.

The motorcycles pulled to a stop behind the pickup truck. Officers Matthews and Carter stepped off their bikes, the bright June sun shinning of the black polished leather of their thigh high boots and mirrored sunglasses as they approached the driver's side of the truck. Officer Matthews tapped on the window and the driver rolled it down.

'License and registration!' he barked.

'Have we done something wrong, officers?' Asked the bleached blond twink driver.

'We'll ask the questions. Now license and registration.'

The driver pulled his license from his front pocket and the passenger pulled the registration from the glove box. The driver handed both pieces of information to Officer Matthews. From looking at the license he could see that the boy was 21 years old and named Mark Taylor.

Jim looked down at the driver and asked, 'Who's your friend?'

'My brother, Clem.' responded Mark.

The officers looked at one another and Jim ordered the brothers from the vehicle. Both young men got out and stood next to the door on the driver's side of the pickup. The Troopers looked the brothers up and down. Mark's hair was bleached almost to the point of being white. He was short and very thin giving him the appearance of a 17 year old all though his license stated that he was 21. He wore a white wife beater and black boots with cut off jeans so short that the bottom of his small round perky ass peaked out the bottom even as he stood upright.

His brother who was about 23 had light brown hair and was thin but not at all a twink like his Mark. Clem wore old jeans with white sneakers and a faded black t-shirt that bore a Rock & Roll logo. Nervously the two motorists stood there under the watchful eyes of the hateful Troopers.

Finally Jim spoke, 'You boys fags?'

The brothers looked at one another puzzled.

'You heard the question!', snapped Chad. Answer him. Are you boys cocksuckers? Fudge packers? Pole smokers?'

Mark was speechless so Clem spoke up, 'If you are asking if we're gay what difference does that make?'

Jim backhanded Clem across the mouth, 'I said we'll ask the questions!' Now are you two a couple of homos?'

Clem moved back a step and rubbed his cheek. 'My brother is gay but I am not.' Hatred for the officers blazed in his eyes.

The beefy Troopers were menacing in their tan uniforms and thigh high black leather boots. Neither man removed his motorcycle helmet or mirrored sunglasses as they looked the two brothers up and down like they were trash. Chad circled the brothers. He tugged on the back of Mark's cutoff's creeping up his ass and laughed, 'Is this regulation fag wear!?', he asked. Mark just blushed.

Jim spoke, 'This is a nice town boys. We don't go for fags around here. We are decent people.

'Well, if you let us go we will leave your town,' said Clem.

'In due time.' said Jim. ' Do you know why Officer Carter and I pulled you over?'

'To harass us,' snapped Clem.

Officer Matthews shoot him a hard mean look as he said, 'No it's because you have a broken tail light.'

'I don't have a broken tail light,' said Mark finally finding his voice.

'Yes, you do boy', said Jim. 'Show 'em Chad.'

Chad motioned for the brothers to follow him to the back of the pick up and Jim followed, his big meaty mounds bouncing in his pants as he did. Chad pulled out his nightstick and brought it down hard on the driver's side tail light causing it to shatter.

'See?' said Chad. 'Busted.'

'Hey!' Mark exclaimed.

At just that moment the door to the truck bed and the window to the cap burst open and out popped a third man. He was short and portly and much older than the two brothers. He hair was snow white. He wore overalls and a red flannel shirt. Perched on his shoulder was a shotgun aimed directly at Chad. 'There a problem with my nephews Officers?' he asked

'Uncle Fred!' exclaimed Mark.

Fred moved closer to Officer Carter and looked over at Officer Matthews saying, 'You get over here next to your partner. And both of you--hands in the air!'

Jim moved next to Chad. Both men had their arms in their air. He ordered the officers over to their motorcycles as he and is nephews followed with the shotgun aimed at them. Mark took special note of the big round massive butts of the officers. Watching their big buns dance in their tight pants as the walked. Normally the officers liked this stretch of road because it wasn't well traveled and they could harass the fags in private with no distractions. Today they wished a car would pass so they could be rescued.

Uncle Fred ordered the officers to stop next to their motorcycles, which were parked side by side. He began to speak. 'Now the way I see things you Officers were trying to stir up trouble for my nephews.'

Officer Carter tried to interject but Fred shut him up with the wave of the shotgun. 'No officers it's our turn to talk now and yours to listen. You tried to screw with my nephews and now it's our turn to screw with you. Now when I was a kid and I started trouble my Daddy used to send me to the wood shed and tan my hide. Now it's our turn to teach you men a lesson.' Then to Mark, 'Go get my hunting knife.' Mark headed for the truck for the knife.

'Hunting knife! What are you gonna do with that?' asked Chad full of fear.

'Don't worry we ain't gonna hurt you men,' said Fred 'If you don't fight us,' he added with a sneer.

Mark returned with the knife as Fred ordered Chad to lie across the seat of his motorcycle. Chad tried to protest but Fred waved the gun and he did as instructed. Chad draped himself over the seat of his motorcycle. His big ass was pushed high up in the air causing his tight uniform pants to stretch tighter across the girth of his posterior revealing the underwear line of his skimpy bikini briefs. It was obvious that the small garment was riding way up his ass crack. Mark licked his lips at this sight.

'Okay,' said Fred to Mark. 'I want you to cut off the Troopers pants.'

'No!' yelled out Chad as he turned his head toward the old man his sunglass-covered eyes meeting the elder man's gaze.

'Yes!' Fred. 'Now don't fight us and you men won't be hurt.'

'Do it,' advised the older Trooper. Chad just hung his head and awaited his fate.

Mark slipped the blade of the knife under the waistband of Officer Carters Breeches and began to pull the knife down the officer's leg cutting his pants but not his flesh. His left buttock popped out of the pants as if it had been spring-loaded. Mark then ran the knife down the right side of the officer's pants cutting them off completely. Now Chad stood there in the hot June sun wearing nothing from the waist down but his thigh his boots and a very small very well stretched pair of red and white vertical stripped bikini briefs. The bikini rode more than half way up the meaty behind of the muscular Troop.

With the gun still aimed at Officers Matthews and Carter the white haired old man ordered Officer Matthews to get behind his partner and begin to spank his ass. Jim began to protest. After all he was no fag. He didn't want his hands all over his partner's big fleshy ass cheeks. Again Fred waved the gun as a reminder that he was in charge now. Jim had no choice. He apologized to Chad as he got behind him and raised his hand high and took aim.

'Thwack!!!' Jim's leather gloved hand came down on his partner's massive butt. As it did Chad's ass jiggled slightly and he let out a yelp.

'More.' ordered Fred Taylor. 'Don't stop spanking him until I say to stop'

Jim continued his assault on his partners bikini clad ass. Mark, Clem and Fred watched and laughed at the homophobic officers shame.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Officer Carter's ass was stinging as his partner continued to spank his fat ass cheeks. The bottoms of his massive globes were bright red as against the white of his bikini. In fact the red of his cheeks matched the red stripes in his underwear. And though it was odd and though he would never admit it out loud a part of Chad was starting to enjoy the stinging in his over sized buns. This really confused him. Fred ordered Jim to stop spanking. He then told Chad to stand and Jim to take his place over the motorcycle. Jim and Chad switched places and Mark brought the knife to the waistband of the older Troopers breeches.

'Please, no.', pleaded Officer Matthews. 'I'm not wearing any underwear' he stated as he blushed.

'Tough!' replied Fred laughing.

Mark licked his lips at the thought of this big beefy officer without any under pants. He began to cut down the left leg of Jim's breeches. The left side of Jim's backside bounced out as the pants were cut from his body. Then Mark went down the right side and now Officer Matthews was naked from the waist down except for his patrolman's boots. Jim felt the hot summer breeze on his bare meaty man muffins. His low hanging shaved balls swung freely between his muscular thighs.

Fred laughed. 'Never knew a straight guy who shaved his balls.'

'My wife likes 'em smooth', snapped Fred as he shot the old gentleman a mean look through his sunglasses.

Now it was Chad's turn to spank Jim. Fred instructed the younger Trooper to show his mentor no mercy. Officer Carter stood behind his friend his bikini riding up his own ass and took aim. Crack! Officer Matthew's ass bounced and he let out a yell of pain.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The older Officer's ass jiggled with each smack from the younger Officer. Jim was glad he was wearing sunglasses so the Taylor's couldn't see the pain in his eyes. He was also glad that Chad couldn't see the pleasure in them. Though Jim hadn't been spanked since he was 8 years old and hadn't thought about having it done in all of his adult life there was something happening here that he didn't understand. At 46 years of age he was having his ass beat by his best friend, a man who was young enough to be his own son and he was loving the feeling of being controlled and humiliated. And the stinging feeling in his ass was somehow erotic. He had to stop these thoughts. He was a married man and 100% straight. Yet, still he was enjoying the strong hand of a man on his ass. This however was something he'd never admit. His cheeks were burning and red as Chad continued to spank his monster gluts.

Soon Fred told Chad he could stop spanking. He then ordered the young Trooper to lay across the seat of the other motor cycle so that he and Jim were now facing one another. Chad didn't want to do this but was afraid to argue with a shotgun aimed at him so he did as he was told. The skimpy bikini really didn't leave much to the imagination. Chad's balls bounced as he made is way to the other side of the motorcycles and draped himself over it. The officers were face to face--their reflections visible in one another sunglasses. Mark stepped behind Chad with the knife and gave a quick slice up trough the waistband of the slim red and white-stripped bikini. The right side fell free off the young man's ass. Then Mark slit up the left side. The scant bikini feel to the ground and Chad's well-spanked red ass became visible. Now he too was naked from the waist down except for his boots. The younger officers balls weren't nearly as big as the older officers but they were very hair and swinging just like his partner's.

Now Fred instructed Mark to get behind Officer Matthews and Clem to get behind Officer Carter and begin spanking. The two brothers began to do as they were told. They would alternate swats from cheek to cheek. The officers' asses were burning and they began to get out squeals of pain.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Both Officers' large asses jiggled and vibrated as the young brothers continued to spank. Jim and Chad lay across each other motorcycles looking at one another but unable to read anything in the other man's eyes due to the sunglasses. But each man was secretly enjoying having his massive ass mounds spanked. Forbidden untapped desire burned inside both men. No, it wasn't sexual. Both men were as straight as could be. However, there was something about submitting your will and having your ass spanked by another man that had stirred something in both men. There was a certain power behind the swat of a man that a woman could never deliver.

Mark stopped spanking and ran his hand up Officer Matthews uniform top and began to feel his chest. He then began to pinch his nipples. Jim tried to protest stating he was not gay. But Fred's shoot gun left him no choice so the older man allowed this boy, young enough to be his son, feel him up like a piece of meat. Jim became enraged and spat obscenities at the horny 21 year old working his tits. Clem noticed what his brother was doing and followed suit. As Clem felt up the young officers muscular chest he felt that Chad's nipples were hard.

'No! fuckin' way!!'' yelled Chad. 'We're not faggots!'

'Take it like a man,' warned Fred, the gun still aimed at the officers.

The brothers continued to pull on the officers' tits as the Troopers began to moan from the pain. Mark wasn't going to pass up this chance, he ran his hand around to Jim's back and ran his hand down to the older man's ass and began to squeeze the sheer girth of the two round ass loaves. Again Clem follow suit on Chad feeling up his ample cheeks. Clem truly was straight but he did enjoy humiliating the two big assed officers. Clem slipped a finger in between Officer Carters meaty butt, probing around for his puckered asshole. He found it and began to work his finger in. Chad gasped at the invasion of his virgin ass. Both men officers were still spitting out obscenities and promises that the brothers would be sorry later.

Mark realized what his brother was doing and he began to finger the older officers ass just like his brother was doing to the younger officer. The humiliation was getting to be too much for the homophobic officers. They couldn't believe what they were being forced to endure and found a new hatred for gays. The brothers continued to finger fuck the big meaty assess of the officers and the officers continued to protest but had no choice but to let it happen or be shot.

'Kiss one another,' ordered Fred.

Neither officer made a move to do this but Fred was not joking. He fired a warning shot into the air and screamed 'I said kiss damn it! And I mean with tongue until I say to stop!'

'You'll pay for this old man.', screamed Jim.

'Sure I will. Now do!!!'

Neither man wanted to do it but they were frightened so each man leaned in. Their lips meet and they began to kiss softly as the Taylor brothers reached under both men and began stroking their cocks. Both officers' cocks began to grow. Mark & Clem's fingers continued to plunge deep into the dark abysses of Officers Carter & Matthew as they stroked. Jim's tongue entered Chad's mouth and their tongues entwined. They were breathing harder as they continued to make out on the side of the road with a couple of strangers playing with their large asses and now rock hard cocks.

Jim could hold back no longer. As much as he hated what was happening he knew he was going to cum. He felt his seed rising to the surface and explode all over is partners motorcycle. His asshole tightened around Mark's finger as he let out a moan into Chad's mouth. Chad followed his mentor and allowed himself to let go. Cum poured from his balls and splashed on Jim's motorcycle. Clam's finger came out with a pop.

Fred told both men they could stop kissing and they pulled apart. They were both disgusted that they had been forced to kiss and wiped their mouths and spit as if that could erase what had just taken place. But there was no way to wipe out the memory. Both officers found a new level of hatred that day as well as an odd new desire to be spanked. But neither man would confess this to the other.

Clem and Mark took the officers' handcuffs and ordered them to each face a couple of trees that stood side by side. They were then ordered to wrap their arms around the tree. Both officers did as instructed and the brothers cuffed their arms around the tree leaving them helpless.

The Taylor's hoped in the pick up and speed off laughing all the way. Officers Matthews and Carter were left on the side of the road. Their big red bare asses visible by anyone who drove by. They got several honks as they stood there on display. Both men were humiliated and yet titillated by the burning in their big butts. Each man told himself that this would not be the last spanking he got but again they did not share this new desire with one another.

Several hours passed and Sergeant Andrews showed up in a cruiser. He had gotten a call that two of his men were bare assed and cuffed to a tree. He let both officers free and then and there they swore that no fag would ever do this to them again. But no one knows what the future holds and if they did they wouldn't have made such a statement. But that's another story.

The End




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