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, Jason pleaded: "But I'm married and have two
kids, sir.  I'm not gay."

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

Jason 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 Roger.  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, Jason, 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 Roger.

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

"It was no accident, boy," responded Roger.  "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 Jason 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 Roger.  But compared to Roger he seemed only partially grown.
Jason 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 Roger 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 Jason's thighs, even though Jason had been a runner since high school.
One of Roger's grooved, rippling thighs was several inches bigger than
Jason's waist.  Roger'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.  Jason's
whole chest was barely bigger than just half of Roger's.  Yet the greatest
contrast was between their glutes.  Both were white and smooth, but that's
where the comparison ended.  Roger's glutes were absolutely ripped,
powerful basketball sized amalgamations of power and strength, bubbling up
even in a resting state.  While Jason 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 Jason.

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

In this Jason 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, Jason stopped thinking
and reacted by dropping his pants.

"Now get up here," ordered Roger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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