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The therapy	By : Slasher Category: +M through R > Rocket Power Views: 6627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The therapy

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) in situations involving:

Nudity and bondage
Humiliation and domination
Physical torture, including erotic torture and bondage
Pain, suffering, abuse
Fondling, masturbation, ejaculation

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 very early in the morning, still several hours before dawn. It was still dark, between four and five in the morning.

Sammy was up, lying on his bed. He had a bad night; he had just wakened from a scary nightmare. It was a very nasty dream; in it, he had been riding his bike like a pro, and suddenly lost control of it and fell from a very high cliff. He felt himself falling, and falling, and falling, and he woke up screaming when he saw in his dream that he was about to hit the ground.

Sammy could not get to sleep anymore. He was very pale and sweating so profusely that his pajama was all soaked. He rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, but to no use. He was wide-awake. The nightmare had left him so nervous that he could not think of anything else. Besides, he felt uncomfortable in his wet clothes, and his sheets were also soaked in sweat. Sammy sat on his bed and tried to see his clock, but it was useless; without his eyeglasses, all he could see were colored figures completely out of focus, so he reached for the night table and took his glasses. Once he had them on, he could see clearly again. The clock marked four forty-nine in the morning. Sammy felt wet and uncomfortable, so he finally decided to take his pajama off. It was still too early, anyway, and nobody would see him wearing only his briefs.

Sammy sighed when he threw his wet pajama in the dirty clothes basket. He wished he had something to do until sunrise, because right now it would be impossible for him to sleep again.

He thought for a moment and soon an idea popped in his mind. Yep; there was someone who could help him think on something else. And most likely those persons were already up at that time, given that one of them was supposed to be off for the wholesale market to restock the fridge at the Shore Shack. Sammy sighed; it would be uncomfortable and even somehow painful, but right now he really needed it.

Sammy went to his closet and opened one of the drawers. From it he pulled several lengths of rope, a long shoelace, a rectangular piece of cloth and some other gadgets. With those strange objects in hand, he opened the door of his room and went to the kitchen.

He was right. His mom and Tito were already up and around. Paula and the colorful Hawaiian had married some months ago, and since then Tito had become more than a friend and a father to Sam. He introduced the Dullards to many ancient Hawaiian traditions, and Paula was very excited when he told them about some of the oddest traditions his family had, so she convinced him to help her raise Sam in the old ways of the Makani family. Paula was very happy with the effects those un-orthodox methods were having on Sam.

“Good morning, mom, Tito” – said Sam, entering the kitchen.

Paula and Tito turned and saw Sammy, standing in the doorway, wearing only his briefs and with those strange utensils in his hand.

“Good morning, Sammy” – said Paula – “What are you doing up and around at this early hour on a Sunday? It’s still dark.”

“Yeah… but I can’t sleep anymore, mom. I had a very nasty nightmare, and I am still jittery. In fact, I am so nervous that I… well… wetted my pajama and my sheets with sweat. So I thought you could… well…”

Sammy blushed and extended the items to his parents. Paula and Tito looked at each other and smirked. They were proud of Sam; he was becoming bolder now, thanks to Tito’s teachings and procedures. Tito looked at Paula, as if asking her if it was OK to do to Sam what he seemed to be asking, and Paula nodded in approval.

“Very well, lil’ cuz.” – Said Tito, taking the items and handing them to Paula – “We’ll help you. Let’s see… what do you want us to do to you?”

“Well… I was thinking… could you… hogtie and rope me until breakfast?” – asked Sam, blushing.

Tito looked at Paula again.

“OK, Sam. I like that idea. We’ll do that.” – said Paula.

“And then… could you… say… execute me for the rest of the day?” – added Sam, grinning broadly.

Paula and Tito nodded and smiled, noticing the small bulge on Sam’s briefs.

“Ok, Sammy. We’ll do it. But this will be a very long day; are you sure you’re up to it?” – asked Tito.

“Sure! I want to do it!” – chimed Sam.

“Very well” – chuckled Tito – “I’ll take a day off at the Shack and come here to execute you with all the repertoire.”

“Super. Thank you, Tito”

“Don’t mention it, little cuz. Now, let’s do it; I must prepare you before Raymundo comes. We are going to the wholesale market, as you know.”

Sam nodded. He really appreciated this, and knowing that Tito did not have much time he pulled down his briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them, revealing an almost full erection. He removed the garment and gave it to his mom. Then he stood in front of Tito, crossing his arms behind his back, and waited. He was blushing; he had received this therapy several times before, but it was still embarrassing to be seen naked by his mom and Tito. And yet, it was also very exciting. The embarrassment and the pain was exactly what he needed to forget the nightmare.

Tito wrapped one of the ropes around the wrists of the boy, and tied them off very snuggly with a double knot, making sure it was out of the reach of his fingers.

“Very well. Now let’s go to your bedroom, Sammy.”

Sammy nodded and walked to his bedroom, naked and with his hands tied behind his back, while Tito and Paula followed him.

Soon they entered the boy’s room. Paula removed the wet sheets from the bed, and extended a fresh set of covers on the mattress. When she finished, she gently pushed Sam to his bed and ordered him to lay on it.

Sammy obeyed. He laid on his back and put his legs together. Tito tied his ankles with another piece of rope, making sure the boy couldn’t wiggle out of his ligatures, and tied them off very snuggly with another double knot.

“Now, the great distracter. Are you ready, Sam?” – said Tito, taking the long shoelace Paula gave him.

“Yeah. Please do it.” – Answered Sam, almost fully aroused by now.

“Very well. How hard should this torture be?”

“Hard. Make it hard!!”

Tito nodded. He grabbed Sam’s dick and stroked him gently for some moments until the boy was completely aroused. Then he wrapped the shoelace around Sammy’s balls, crossing his scrotum and neatly separating the testicles. He made a simple knot and pulled firmly from the ends of the string until Sam whimpered in pain. Then he wrapped the rest of the string very tightly around the base of Sam’s dick, making the boy moan and grimace a bit. Tito secured the string with a double knot and looked at Sammy. The way he had tied his balls ensured that the boy would be very uncomfortable and even in a little pain, but no permanent harm would be done to the boy.

When Tito finished putting Sam’s balls and dick to torture, he grabbed the long piece of cloth and placed it on the boy’s eyes. He tied it off snugly behind his head, depriving him from his sight.

Finally, Tito helped Sam lay on his side and took another piece of rope. He tied one end of this rope around the ligatures on Sam’s wrists, and then pulled the boy’s ankles as far back as he could, until the boy was able to actually touch his feet. Tito secured him in this position by tying the other end of the rope to the ligatures fastening the boy’s ankles. Soon the boy was hogtied, with his penis fully erected, blindfolded and with that rope biting unmercifully on his balls. Sam was really excited.

“There you go, Sammy. This will distract you a bit.” – Said Tito, stroking Sam gently a couple of times and making the boy moan in pain and pleasure – “I’ll be back at around 8:00 in the morning. That way you’ll remain hogtied and roped for about… three, three and a half hours. I hope that will be enough to help you forget that bad dream.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that will help, Tito. Thank you very much!

“Don’t mention it. Now, let’s put on the final touch. I want you to open your mouth so I can put the gag on you.”

Sammy obeyed and opened his mouth as much as he could. Soon he felt a rag ball being inserted gently in his mouth and pressed as far back as possible without compromising his breathing. Then he felt the rag ball being fastened in place by another piece of cloth which Tito wrapped around his head a couple of times before tying it tightly behind the boy’s head.

“There you go, Sammy” – said Tito – “I hope you have fun in your bondage. I’m leaving a baby monitor turned on so Paula can hear what you do. If you need something or want to be untied before I return, just moan loud enough, OK?”

“MMPH---MPHH” – said Sam, nodding his head.

“Very well. We’ll leave you locked so you can squirm at will. Have fun trying to get loose from those ropes, Sammy!”

Paula and Tito left the room, leaving the boy severely hogtied, blindfolded, gagged, with his balls tied tightly with a rope, fully aroused, and having as much fun as he could possibly imagine.

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Do you want to know what happens next? Let me know. ;-P hm... ideas for... "creative therapies" for Sam also accepted. XD
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