The rack | By : Slasher Category: +M through R > Rocket Power Views: 17662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Minutes later, Sam heard the faint noise of the front door as it opened, and he thought his mom might have come to the Rodriguez home to see him in his bondage, as she said she would.
Sam sighed. He wasn’t crazy about being seen like that by his mom, but there was nothing he could do about it. In any case, it was unlikely that she went to the basement immediately, and it was even unlikelier that she came alone. If Sam knew his mom, she would stop to chat with Sandy for a couple of minutes, and then the two women would come down to the basement, accompanied by Lars, to see the tortured boy in his bondage.
Fortunately for Sam, his erection had subsided in the minutes since Lars left; it was already too embarrassing to be seen by Sandy and his mom in that situation, naked, tied, blindfolded, and with that rope wrapped painfully around his balls; but the mere thought of being also seen with a hardon was just too humiliating to consider.
Sam was getting used to the pain by now; in fact, it wasn’t so unbearable anymore. Sure, if he wiggled or struggled, the ropes pulled unmercifully from his limbs; but, like Lars said, as long as he laid still, it was not that uncomfortable.
He had been thinking about his punishment, and had concluded that his mom was right to be so mad. He was a very good student, and used to make his homework first thing when he arrived from school. He always tried to stay one step ahead of his teachers and made his research and projects carefully. But he had been slacking lately; he had been too busy skating and surfing, and his notes had dropped notoriously. So far he had managed to keep a good record by making extra homework, but the time had finally come when Samuel L. Dullard, one of the smartest kids in Ocean Shores Elementary, got a D in not one, but three different classes. Needless to say, his mom really wigged when she learnt about it, and when she found out that Sam had been surfing instead of making his homework, she decided it was time to give the boy a good, old-fashioned canning. She remembered Sandy talking about the way she and Raul used to punish their boys when they got in serious trouble, and soon was asking Lars to help her punish Sam.
His train of thought was interrupted when he heard the door open. Moments later he discerned two, maybe three different people coming down to the basement. One of them was Lars, and he reckoned one of the other people was his mother, Sandy. As for the third person, he had no doubt that it was his mom, Paula, because he recognized her perfume.
“Here he is, Mrs. D. Gift wrapped and chastised according to the canons” – said Lars, pointing to Sam.
“Oh, he looks really… cute like that!” – said Paula, surprised when she saw Sam.
“Yes he does, dear! You have a very beautiful little kid!” – added Sandy, making Sam blush in embarrassment.
“And tell me, Lars. How has he behaved? Has he been brave?” – asked Paula, coming closer to examine her son in all his glory.
“Yeah, he has been strong, Mrs. D. He’s really brave!” – Answered Lars, taking the boy’s clothes from the table – “Here. He won’t be needing these for a while. You might want to take them with you.”
“Thanks” – said Paula, receiving Sam’s clothes and putting them under her arm.
Paula walked around the rack, examining her son. She touched the ropes on his wrists and ankles and caressed him gently on the cheek. She also examined the rope around his balls (fortunately for Sam, he didn’t see this).
“Is he in pain?” – asked, adjusting her eyeglasses to better see her son’s erotic bondage.
“Yeah… a little, Paula” – answered Sandy – “That rope will keep him focused. And the rack is causing him pain all over his body. But don’t worry; it’s nothing permanent. It will go away in a couple of days.”
“Good. Very good. I’m sure he will learn his lesson.”
“Oh, that he will, darling; you can be sure of that.”
“How long should he stay like this?”
“Hum… Considering the severity of his fault, and that this was his, say, ‘first offence’, I would recommend to keep him on the rack for about an hour or so. After that he should stay tied on his bed until dinner, with his hands bound behind his back. That way he will experience enough pain to make this punishment unforgettable, and also a lot of time to think about the causes for his punishment.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Paula walked to the head of the rack and leaned over Sam so she could talk to his ear.
“Well, you heard your sentence, Sammy. I hope you use this time to think on your faults, and don’t forget the reason for the pain you are suffering. Like I told you before, you are a very smart boy and I won’t tolerate mediocrities because you have all the potential to be the best in everything you do. So, be brave, and take your punishment courageously, understood?”
“Y…yes, mom.” – answered Sam.
“Very well. I’ll come back for him in an hour, Lars.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Paula.” – Said Sandy – “Lars will be delighted to take Sam to your house. That way you won’t have to carry him in arms. He will be tied, after all…”
“Oh, that would be so kind of you! But I don’t want to cause any more inconveniences…”
“Oh, it’s not an inconvenience at all, Mrs. D” – said Lars – “I’ll be happy to take Sam to your house when he serves his time.”
“Very well. I’ll be waiting for you. Thank you very much, Sandy! And you too, Lars!! I really appreciate it!”
“Don’t mention it, darling. Good to help a neighbor and friend” – said Sandy.
Sam heard the two women climb the stairs and close the door behind them. He knew Lars was still in the room – he heard him breathe – but he didn’t say anything until the two women left the basement.
When he was alone with Sam, Lars came to the rack and caressed the boy in the balls again, arousing him. Sam moaned in pleasure, but his moans soon became grunts of pain as the ropes began strangling his erect member once again.
When Sam was fully aroused again, Lars stopped fondling him. He pulled a small rectangular object from his pocket and examined it to make sure it was in working order. He took the object to his face, pressed a little button, and left the room, with a big smirk on his face. He had just taken a picture of Sam in all his glory, sporting one of the biggest erections the boy had had in his life.
‘This could be worth something’ – thought Lars while he climbed the stairs, examining the picture on the camera’s screen – ‘At least I will have a very good memory from this adventure. Yay for digital cameras!!”
As for Sam, he would have sworn he heard a clicking sound before the distinctive noise of the door closing behind Lars; but he couldn’t tell what it was. And something told him he didn’t want to know.
Sam sighed. According to his calculations, he had been tied there for about 20 minutes or so. He still had some 40 or 50 minutes to go before he was released.
“I hope I can last that long before passing out!” – He thought – “God! That rope is so annoying!! And yet, it really turns me on to have the balls tied up like that… If only I could use my right hand to stroke myself…”
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