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The rack
A fan story based on Rocket Power characters created by Klasky-Csupo
Slash – Lars / Sam
By Slash&Surf
2005
IMPORTANT NOTICE. READ FIRST:
Although I tried to be as explicit as possible when I chose the categories this story fits in, I still want to say the usual disclaimer. This story is based on Rocket Power characters created by Klasky-Csupo and Nickelodeon, but it is NOT intended for children or teenagers. It contains scenes and situations oriented to a mature, adult audience, as detailed below. This story is entirely fictional, and is intended for entertainment purposes only. The author does not endorse, recommend, or approve the actual recreation of any of these situations in the real life. Once again, THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. Any similarities to actual places, persons or events are entirely coincidental.
This story contains graphical scenes describing a pre-teen (Sam Dullard, 12 years old) and a teen (Lars Rodriguez, 15 years old) in situations involving:
Nudity and bondage
Humiliation and domination
Slash (no actual intercourse, but some sexually explicit interaction between two male persons)
Physical torture, including erotic torture and bondage
Pain, suffering, abuse
Fondling, masturbation, ejaculation
Too bad this site won't support graphics; I would show you some hand-drawn pics for this fic.
Once warned about this little piece of fiction, hope you enjoy it. And please review; anything from requests for further stories to flames are accepted.
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It was an early Friday afternoon in Ocean Shores, California. We look at a small cul-de-sac on top of a hill, as a tall, tanned teenager wearing a purple shirt with a red star and a pair of dark gray jeans walked to one of the houses. His name was Lars Rodriguez, and was walking to the house of his neighbor, Paula Dullard. She had called Lars’ mom, Sandy, and asked if it would be possible for Lars to help her deal with a little problem with her son. Apparently, the boy had been slacking in school lately and had gotten some bad grades. Paula originally planned to punish him by taking away his laptop and his Nintendo console for a month, but Sam had said he preferred to receive a good canning than being deprived of his laptop. They argued for a while, but in the end Paula remembered a conversation she had with Sandy some weeks before, where her neighbor told her of a very effective way they had to punish their boys when they got in serious trouble. So she had called the Rodriguez and agreed on a very special punishment for Sam over the phone. As a result, Sandy had asked Lars to go to the Dullard’s and bring Sam to their house for his punishment.
Lars walked to the door of the Dullard residence and knocked, just as he promised. Soon he heard footsteps inside the house and a key turning on the lock. When the door opened, she saw a tall and middle aged blond woman wearing cat-eye glasses and a dark red dress. It was Paula Dullard, the mother of one of his brother’s friends, Sam.
“Oh, hello, Lars! Thank you for coming. Please, come in” – said Paula when he saw the tall brunet.
“Thank you, Mrs. D. I came here as soon as I was ready.”
Lars entered the house. Sam was sitting on a chair, by the kitchen table. It was evident that the boy was anguished and embarrassed, and Lars could have sworn he saw a tear in his eyes.
Paula went to Sam and put her hand on his shoulder.
“Well, Samuel” – said, in a rather harsh tone – “Lars has accepted to help me with your punishment. I want you to go with him and do whatever he tells you to do. I know exactly what he is going to do to you, and I agreed with it; it’s time you receive a good physical punishment. I hope you will be brave and receive it with dignity. I also hope you will use this chance to think about your actions and the reasons for your canning.”
Sam nodded in silence. He couldn’t hold back the tears, and was whimpering quietly; but Paula stood firm. She had Sam stand and looked him to his eyes.
“You know I love you very much, Sammy, and that this was a very difficult decision. But I can’t tolerate mediocrity at school, because you are a very intelligent boy and you have everything here (she tapped gently on his forehead) to really stand out. We’ve had this discussion before, and this time I hope you really think about it, understood?”
Sam nodded in silence.
“Very well. Now, go with Lars and do as he tells you. I will go to check on you in a while.”
Sam didn’t say anything. He simply looked sadly at his mom, and went to the door, where Lars was waiting for him, amused by this little scene. Sam followed his tormentor without saying a word, looking back to his mom until she closed the front door.
Lars took Sam to the Rodriguez home. Inside, he opened a door and flipped a switch, illuminating a stairway to the basement.
Lars motioned Sam to go down to the basement. The boy obeyed, trembling in fear, while Lars closed and locked the door behind them.
Once in the basement, Sammy could see a large wooden structure, placed in the middle of the room, right under a light bulb. The structure consisted of a long, narrow horizontal board supported by two sturdy vertical beams. An iron ring was firmly bolted to one end of the board, and a substructure held a thick metallic roll on the other.
Sam, always the analytical boy he was, noticed that the roll was fitted with a gear and a lock, and four long metallic levers that allowed the operator to turn the roll around. It was in essence a capstan, installed horizontally over that wooden structure. The capstan could be turned and locked in position, allowing the operator to pull the victim from the arms and legs with an immense force.
Sam gulped and looked at Lars expectantly. He knew that he was about to be tortured there, but didn’t know what he was supposed to do. It was very rare for him to be physically punished, and this was definitely the first time he was sent to a “torture chamber” instead of being merely paddled as usual.
“OK, Sam. Let’s get this show on the road” – said Lars, as if sensing the boy’s confusion – “First of all, I want you to take off your clothes. I don’t want to ruin them or stain them with the machine.”
Sam sighed. He blushed, but obeyed nevertheless. He removed his shoes and gave them to Lars, who placed them on a table by the wall. Then he removed his shirt and gave it to Lars, who folded it carefully and put it on the table, next to his shoes.
“Now the pants, Squiddy” – said Lars, with a certain excitement on his voice.
Sam blushed a bit more and hesitated.
“But… Lars…”
“C’mon, Squid. I’ve seen you in your bathing suit thousands of times. Believe me, there won’t be a difference to see you in your briefs, except that this time you will be dry. Now, take off those pants. I don’t have all the day.”
Sammy hesitated and blushed even more, but he had to obey Lars, so he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Sighing, he closed his eyes and pulled down the pants to his ankles, stepping out of them and handing them to Lars.
“Very well, Squid. See how it wasn’t difficult??” – said Lars, folding the pants and placing them on the table. – “Now give me your eyeglasses and your wristwatch. You won’t need them for a while.”
Sam took off his glasses and his wristwatch and handed them to Lars, who placed them on the table with the rest of his clothes.
Lars looked at Sam. The boy was standing in front of him, almost naked. He was visibly scared, but also very embarrassed, in spite of the efforts he was making to control himself.
Lars caught himself staring at Sam’s face. He looked younger without the glasses. In fact, he looked cute; too bad he had to cause pain to this chubby little kid; but he had his orders and had to carry them out in order to collect the money Paula had offered him.
After contemplating Sam for a moment, Lars pointed to his briefs. “Those too”, he said.
“NO!!!” – Sam snapped, blushing even more and stepping back.
“Oh, c’mon, Squid. You don’t have anything under those briefs that I haven’t seen before. You are just like any other boy in the world, so stop wasting my time and get rid of those briefs, or I’ll have to take them down myself. Your choice!”
“But… but…”
Sam whimpered and tears began to roll down his cheeks. He was very frightened and embarrassed. He looked so miserable that Lars felt moved. He went by Sam and put his hands on his shoulders, embracing him tenderly.
“Look, Sammy” – he said in an uncharacteristic soft, tender tone of voice that really surprised Sam – “I… I don’t really want to hurt you, but I have to do it because your mom asked mine if I could punish you like my folks do with us. I had no choice either; my mom said I would put you on this thing for a fee, in an attempt to discourage her, but agreed and already paid her for it.”
“Yeah… I know. I heard her…talking by phone before you came.” – Sobbed Sam.
“See? This was not my idea, Sammy. But I want you to know that I’ve always liked you, and the last thing I would ever do would be causing you any unnecessary harm. So, be of good heart. I know you can be very brave; now it’s time to show your mom that you are not a whimpering little baby anymore.”
“Yeah, I understand that, but why do I have to be naked? Can’t I keep the briefs, at least??”
“I’m sorry, Sam. Our moms agreed on a form of punishment that requires you to be naked. But believe me; it was better this way. Otherwise you could have been canned or whipped, and I tell you, that would hurt a lot more than being stretched on the rack. So, let’s get going, Sammy. The sooner we put you on that thing, the sooner the punishment will begin and the sooner this bad experience will be over, don’t you think? I promise I won’t laugh at you, and I won’t make fun of you. Believe me, I know what you are coming through right now; my dad used to punish me in this way when I was little, and I know perfectly how it feels to be tied up naked and stretched on that thing. I must have received that punishment at least a hundred times until I grew up.”
Sam looked up at Lars, surprised.
“You were… also tortured like this?”
“Hell, yeah! I was put through all the stuff I’m doing to you, and then some. My dad used to “execute” me in a regular basis, and hardly a week passed without me being punished here.”
“Whoa… I… didn’t know that.”
“Well, almost nobody knows, except for my family and some friends. But that’s the reason why I know exactly how it feels to be tortured and humiliated. It is a very effective punishment; too bad I was… say… too mischievous as a kid. But believe it or not, you are lucky that I’m the one who will punish you and not my dad. I won’t cause you any excessive pain or suffering, because I know for first hand experience how it feels and I don’t want you to suffer what I did.
“And… you won’t laugh at me, right?”
“Of course I won’t, Sammy. I’m a bully, all right, but this time I… don’t feel like making fun of you. Like I said, I understand very well what you are coming through and I know it isn’t funny.”
“All right… I’ll… do it.”
“Good. Be brave. And don’t worry; I won’t make fun of you, I promise.”
Sam sighed as Lars stepped back. The boy grabbed his waistband and closed his eyes. Gritting his teeth in embarrassment, he slowly pulled his briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them. He blushed so much that his face was almost as red as an apple, but he gave the garment to Lars, while he covered his genitals with one hand.
Lars took the garment, folded it and placed it on the table with the rest of the clothes. He smiled at Sam, and even gave him a playful noogie on his hair. Then he pushed him gently from his shoulder and made him stand by the torture rack.
Lars took a length of rope from the table and went by Sam.
“Ok, Sammy” – he said in a calm, soothing voice – “I want you to put your hands together in front of you, as if praying. I will tie you up with this rope before placing you on the rack.”
Sam obeyed and put his hands together in front of him. He saw Lars wrap several spires of rope on and around his wrists, and secure them with a double knot deftly located out of the reach of his fingers.
Sam shuddered, but somehow the whole experience began to seem exciting to him.
“Very well. Now, I’ll help you sit on the board so I can tie your ankles.”
Lars helped Sam get on the horizontal board and sit. He took another length of rope and wrapped it around the boy’s ankles, fastening it with another double knot behind his legs.
“Were you tied up naked too?? I mean, when your dad punished you??” - asked Sam while Lars tied his ankles.
“Oh, yeah! All the time” - said Lars, wrapping one end of a long and sturdy rope around the ligatures tying Sam’s ankles – “He even had me strip naked upstairs and walk down here with my hands tied behind my back, so that everyone in the house could see me. Fortunately he used to punish me only in front of family, but it was very embarrassing nevertheless.”
Lars passed the thick rope between Sammy’s legs and tied it securely from behind. He then pulled the rope taut and tied the other end to the metallic ring embedded in the wooden plank.
Lars looked at Sam for a moment. It was evident that he was scared and embarrassed; he did what he could to cover his genitals with his bound hands, but Lars knew that the boy would suffer an unbearable embarrassment when he laid him on the board and tied his hands over his head, because he would be completely exposed.
“I will give you a benefit I seldom had when my dad punished me, Sam. I know you are very embarrassed; would it help a bit if I covered your eyes with a blindfold? That way you won’t have to actually see the procedure, and it might help reduce your embarrassment a bit.”
“Yeah… I… I’d appreciate it, Lars.”
“Very well. Close your eyes and I will blindfold you.”
Sam did as he was told and closed his eyes shut. Lars took a long, rectangular strip of dark purple cloth from the table and folded it to form a thinner, double strip. He approached Sam and extended the cloth over his eyes, tying it snugly from behind his head.
“Here” – he said, as he blindfolded the condemned boy – “This will reduce your humiliation and embarrassment, or at least make them more bearable.”
“Thank you, Lars” – said Sam, softly.
“Don’t mention it, Squiddy. Now, I want you to lay on your back and put your arms over your head. I’ll help you.”
Lars helped Sam lay on his back and pulled his arms above his head. He took another long, thick rope from the table and tied it around the ligatures of his wrists, turning them into real handcuffs. He then passed the rope through another ring and wrapped it around the capstan, tying it securely to a special post on the wheel. That way whenever he turned the levers and made the capstan turn, the rope would pull from Sam’s wrists, while his ankles would be held firmly in place by the other rope, resulting on the boy being painfully stretched.
Lars looked at his prisoner and smiled. The boy, completely naked and exposed, looked really cute on that rack. Sam was circumcised, and still hadn’t grown any bodily hair; but it was evident that his hormones were already working full blast. He had grown a bit, and was a little thinner than before, his baby fat being replaced by muscle. Now there was just a small detail pending before the preparations were complete.
“Now, Sammy” – said Lars, taking a long, thick shoelace from the table – “I’ll do something that will certainly embarrass you and cause a lot of discomfort and perhaps even some pain. I hope you understand that this is part of the punishment our moms agreed upon, and don’t resent me too much.”
“It’s… OK, Lars, I guess. But tell me, what are you gonna do to me?”
“Well…”
Lars hesitated for a moment, but remembered his own experience and thought Sam would prefer to know the truth and not being surprised with that painful torture he was about to receive.
“… When I was put on this rack, my dad used to tie… a string around… my balls, and leave it there until he released me. That string was meant to cause pain and a lot of discomfort, and it was really effective.”
“Whoa….”
“Sometimes, when he had me strip upstairs, he put the rope on me and made me walk to the basement in it, and I tell you, it was very uncomfortable having to walk with the balls tied.”
“And… why do you… tell me this?” – asked Sam, sweating in fear but also in anticipation.
“Because… our moms agreed to put you in that rope, Sam. That’s the reason why you couldn’t keep your briefs. I… will handle your… ahem… your dick and tie the string very tightly around it and your balls.”
“Whoa…” – Sam shuddered, but he knew there was nothing he could do to escape from that torture.
”But I don’t want you to suffer too much, Sam. See, this torture is worse when they put the rope on you while you are relaxed, because, if for some reason you have a hardon, the rope really bites. So, my own experience tells me that it is best to put the rope on the victim while he is aroused, so that, when he relaxes, the rope will be a mere annoyance. So, if you don’t mind…”
Sam gasped and shuddered when he felt Lars’ hand caressing his balls and grabbing his penis. Lars began to stroke it gently, pulling and rubbing it with his fingers, until the boy, red as a lobster in embarrassment, began to breathe fast.
Lars smiled crookedly when he saw Sam, shivering in pleasure, losing all control over his hormones. Soon the boy was completely aroused, and that was exactly what Lars wanted to see.
“You know, Sam” – said Lars, stroking Sammy slowly
“What?” – moaned Sam.
“I feel kinda… sorry for having to do this. But, like I said, this is part of the treatment our moms agreed upon, so…”
Lars took the shoelace and wrapped it several times around the balls of the boy. He made a simple knot and pulled gently but firmly from both ends of the rope, until Sam whimpered in pain. He then made another knot and wrapped the ends of the rope around the base of the erect penis of the boy, and pulled again from the ends before finally tying them off, causing the spires to tighten around the penis and testicles of Sam, producing him a very sharp and intense pain.
“Oooowwwww!!!!”- Sam moaned – “That rope…. Is so uncomfortable!!! It… it hurts!!!”
“Yeah. I know. Like I said, my dad punished me in this way many times. This will cause you a lot of discomfort, and it is really painful; but just imagine what it would be like to have this rope tied this tight around your dick when you are relaxed and then get a hardon. The pain could really make you faint.”
“This is so embarrassing…” – Sam whimpered, trying to squirm out of the rope.
“I know. But, unlike me, you got the rope on when you were already tied on the rack, and were not forced to walk down those stairs with it. Besides, you will stay here all by yourself. There won’t be any other people watching you, so you will be free to whimper, cry, or wiggle. When I was punished, I was expected to take the torture without crying, and it was really hard to do that.”
“Ooww! The pain is… excruciating!!!” – said Sam, tears wetting his blindfold, as he squirmed as much as he could in a vane attempt to free himself from the rope.
“I know. And this is just beginning, Sam. Now, let me give you a free advice: you can squirm and wiggle as much as you want, but believe me: you won’t get loose. And once you are stretched with the capstan, the more you move, the more pain and discomfort you will feel, so try to lay as still as you can. That way the entire experience will become tolerable after a while. Else you will be in constant and very intense pain.”
Lars looked at Sam for some moments. Surprisingly, his face showed both compassion and understanding for the whimpering blond. Lars sighed; seeing Sam squirming was both exciting and disturbing. Lots of painful memories crossed his head when he saw Sam. He had been put on that rack many, many times, and in those occasions both of his parents had been present. They said it was the only way to teach some manners to such an undisciplined and mischievous boy as he was. He remembered particularly one occasion when he was about the same age as Sam, when his parents really punished him hard because he had caused an accident on which Twister broke one arm. That was the first time his dad put the rope on his balls, and Lars hadn’t forgotten the sheer pain he felt when the rope strangled his delicate privates. And to make the torture even worse, that time he had been whipped while on the rack. Sure, he did something really wrong, but he thought the punishment he received had been excessive. But, fortunately for him, he stopped being tortured when he turned 14. Since then, his dad had put him in charge of administering the same torture to Twister, and had done it at least three or four times, although he hadn’t dared to put his little brother through the full pain and suffering he had experienced. And now he was also torturing Sam.
Lars frowned a bit. Not that he disliked the idea; for some weird reason, it was very exciting seeing his helpless victims struggle with the ropes on that rack. He always got excited when he saw Twister squirm miserably, trying to escape from the rope that strangled his balls, and now that he had the chance to finally have Sam at his mercy, he was ecstatic. But he couldn’t help feeling some compassion for the blonde; he was usually what you could call a very good boy, and that punishment seemed a bit too harsh to Lars. But he decided he would do to him everything his mom and Paula had agreed upon. After all, he was getting paid for his services.
Sam struggled and squirmed for a couple of minutes, until he realized there was no escape for him. He laid still on the rack, sobbing, and wondering what was going to happen next.
This was exactly what Lars was waiting for to proceed with the “execution”. He grabbed the lever and turned the capstan slowly. Soon the rope pulled from Sam’s wrists, forcing the boy to extend his arms first, and then his legs. After four or five turns of the capstan, Sam began to whimper in pain, completely outstretched, his arms and legs being pulled unmercifully in opposite directions by the ropes. Lars turned the lever a little more, until Sam screamed in pain.
“YEOOWWWW!!! IT HURTS!!! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!” – Sam cried in agony, tears staining his blindfold.
This was the point of rupture, and Lars knew it by first-hand experience. If he turned the lever just a little bit more, the rack might pull the boy’s limbs out of their sockets. If he released the pressure just a bit, Sam might not feel anything but discomfort. This was the exact point in which Sam would suffer intense pain without risking being injured.
Lars secured the capstan with the lock to keep a permanent tension on Sam’s body and looked at his victim once more. Sam was really suffering an agonizing pain all over his body. He ached, not only in the joints of his arms and legs, but in every single part of his body. And the rope strangling his still erect member made the torture even worse. Sam was gritting his teeth; he was making heroic efforts to control the urge to scream. He was in a very intense pain, but he was also extremely excited by this strange adventure, in spite of the ropes that strangled his balls.
Lars put his hand on Sam’s belly and tickled his belly button playfully. He then caressed his nipples gently, making the boy blush in embarrassment again but also causing him an intense pleasure that mixed strangely with the pain he was feeling.
“I gotta go for now, Sam” – said Lars, who was now tickling the boy on his bound balls – “I must report with your mom so she can come and check on you. You’ll know when we are here because you’ll hear the door open. You will also hear her footsteps as she descends from that wooden stair. When she is here, be brave. You are doing it very well right now. Let her see that you are accepting the pain and humiliation like a very brave man. And I’ll tell you something: I’ll give you a treat when the punishment finishes; something like this” – said Lars as he gently stroked Sam’s member, making the boy moan in pain / pleasure – “This is something I also do to Twist from time to time, and he really likes it. Well, gotta leave. Don’t go anywhere, OK?”
"Yeah, right. As if I could go anywhere in this outfit..." – said Sammy with sarcasm.
"Why not?” – Replied Lars from the stairs – “You look very cute like that, naked and with a hardon! And the rope around your balls is really hot!!! Muahahaha!!!”
“LAAARS!!!” – moaned Sammy in protest – “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me!!!”
“Sorry, Squiddy. I just couldn’t help it” – said Lars, chuckling – “But that’s the truth; you look really cute like that. Too bad you are not enjoying this, but that’s the way your mom asked me to punish you.”
“Aw, man! This really hurts!! I can’t believe you were put through this torture too, and that you do the same to Twister!!”
“Well, better believe it, Squid. I really know what you are feeling right now. Stop squirming!! I told you to lay still! Otherwise you will have cramps in your arms and legs very soon. The more you move, the more pain you will cause yourself. Believe me, I know.”
“Aaah! That rope is killing me!! Please, take it off me!!!”
“No, can’t do. You must be in that rope until your mother says you. But you can try to relax and think on something else. The more you think about the torture, the more aroused you’ll become and the more pain you’ll have. It’s as simple as that. Now, stop whining, Squid. I gotta go upstairs and tell my mom you are receiving your punishment. I’ll be back in a few minutes; meanwhile, you can try to have some fun in your bondage!!”
Lars saw his victim for the last time, and climbed up the stairs to the house, locking the door behind. Sam was left alone, naked, tightly tied to that diabolical torture device, aroused, blindfolded, roped, and experiencing the most excruciating and delicious pain in his life.
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