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 his 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 declared. "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 Carter’s 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