By S&M I mean Sam and Max X3 Perverts

So yeah this is a short story I did based on the idea of tickling someone who was kept supernaturally asleep.

Sam and Max © Steve Purcell
Devil's Toybox © Telltale Games

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Under my Power
by Zachski

DISCLAIMER: I don't claim to own Sam & Max, they belong to Steve Purcell. Nor do I own the Devil's Toybox, that belongs to either Telltale Games or Steve Purcell. Or both. Or neither, which would be weird. But even then, it wouldn't belong to me.
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Max the rabbity-thing was completely and utterly bored.

It was the middle of the night, and Max had woken up from a terrific dream where he destroyed the moon with a laser cannon made out of garbage and nerd's glasses. Unfortunately, the pleasure he got out of kicking the responsible rat's ass diminished fairly quickly. His high metabolism had kicked in and he was wide awake, and Sam was still asleep.

Sam was fast asleep, his feet propped up on the desk and his hat tipped over his eyes. Max decided to lean against the desk and stare at them. Sam really enjoyed using those massive tootsies to pin him against various objects whenever the phone would ring. A part of himself that Max wasn't entirely sure about admitted that he enjoyed it when that happened, too.
"Stupids parts of self that I'm not sure about," Max silently cursed in his head, "I oughta rip them out and make them spill their guts."

Still, he found himself staring at those massive feet. Each one was easily as big as his entire body from the neck down, though he had to admit his massive head and ears gave him the size advantage in the end. Each foot was topped with three large toes. And of course they were as brown as the rest of his partner.

Curiosity overcame him as he reached forward a hand towards the big feet. The big lug was asleep... he wouldn't notice a little tou--

"Keep your hands to yourself, Max" Sam said effortlessly, without even waking up. Max's hand darted back to his side.

"Rrrrgh, dammit Max! I mean Sam!" Max growled to himself. "I'm supposed to be the one with psychic powers anyways..."

After downing a Sugar Bombastic Crunch Bar, Max finally felt tired enough to sleep. "Ah, instant sugar crashes, you never fail to disappoint me." He soon fell into a sleep where he dreamed of nothing but Sam's feet.

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Max woke up to a sealed cardboard box being delivered to his face.

"Here you go, Max, a package for you." Sam said.

"Oh boy! My face appreciates it!" Max said, grinning his standard manic grin as he tore the box open without any regard for the mess they were going to have to clean up.

"You crack me up, little buddy." Sam said, smiling at Max's destructive enthusiasm.

"I got a... thing." Max said, holding up a strange white doll. It looked vaguely like a Teddy Bear, but that was it. It was white, and completely featureless.

"Huh. Perhaps it's one of those fancy Make-A-Teddy Sweatshop dealios."

"Well I FROIJFOIRJFOMRCOIRJGOREMGFIJREGFOIJREFOIJEROIGHJEROG" Max uttered, the toy resonating with his mind and forming a psychic connection.

"Or perhaps it's one of those Devil's Toys. Or perhaps it's both."

"Whoooo! I always love that! Makes me tingly in the back of the head," Max said, looking at the doll. He had a feeling he knew how to use it now.

"So, what does it do, Max?" Sam said, wondering if Max had a feeling that he know how to use it now.

Max didn't respond. He simply brought Sam into his thoughts and hugged the Teddy Thing. Its features transformed into a Teddy Sam.

"Well that's neat! It's like a Teddy mmeeeeeeee..." Sam said, yawning deeply and falling to his knees, "Whoa, I'm just suddenly so ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz...." and like that, he was on the floor, completely asleep.

Max stared at him for a good moment. It did what he thought it did. Walking up to Sam, he poked him in the face. Sam flinched, but only muttered sleepily. Moving down to Sam's feet, he stared at them for a good moment before reaching a single finger forward and poking Sam's right sole.

Sam didn't do that thing where he scolded Sam-- I mean Max while asleep. Instead, his foot flinches, his toes curled, and he giggled in his sleep, "Cuddidout...."

Max stared again, before doing it again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

Sam wasn't going to be waking up until the power of the Teddy Thing wore off. Max grinned. "You're under MY power now, Sam!" he said, cackling maniacally as thunderbolts cracked in the background. "Huh, I didn't know I could do that just by dropping the title. Neat."

Max flipped Sam onto his back (which took at least several minutes) and moved his feet together. Staring at the soles for a moment, Max carefully raked his fuzzy fingers down one sole. The sole curled and wrinkled as the toes wiggled, and Sam let out a sleepy guffaw. Max grinned to himself, thinking of how this was impacting Sam's dreams. Max ran around, collecting various things he could use as tools.

First he started by using a bald eagle's feather, brushing it up and down one sole very slowly. Sam laughed in his sleep, muttering inbetween laughter, his sole wiggling lazily. It seemed that no matter how intense the tickle torture, Sam's reaction would be subdued enough, and he was never going to struggle away.

Making the feather dance over Sam's sole, Max stared lovingly at the sole as it slowly danced about, futilely attempting to move away from the titilatting tool. He wiggled it around the toes which flexed and splayed in some sleepy attempt at wiggling away. Sawing it between the toes made Sam laugh more, but never loudly or with any sort of harshness.

These feet were all his. Picking up a shaving brush, he brushed it into Sam's arches, the soles wiggling back and forth, away and into the brush. Up and down he brushed them, sending the brustles over every inch of the soft-furred flesh. He licked his lips. This was getting intense for him, and the sleepy Sam would never wake up until he allowed it.

Using Sam's toothbrush, he began to scrub ferociously into the soles. Sam let out a large laugh, but not a frenzied one, as his soles tried to move away from the brush. But Max wasn't stopping. He brushed it over the balls of Sam's feet, into his arches, over his heel, up into his toes, and scrubbing between at the soft sensitive flesh.

He didn't realize how into it he was getting until he found that he had leaned in so far that his nose was touching Sam's soles. Sniffing, he found himself oddly... attracted by the subtle scent of the feet. Sniffing again, he decided to be adventurous and give the sole a lick.

Sam let out a combination of a guffaw and a moan. Max didn't notice. He kept licking at the sole, his tongue tasting every inch of those ginormous soles. His teeth nibbling into the flesh, for once careful not to break any skin. And into his mouth went the big toes, where he suckled on them like they were the source of his life.

Sam let out a strange moan in his sleep during that last bit. Max didn't care. Sam's feet were all his now.

Pulling himself back, he decided the next course of action was the fork. Grabbing the fork, he raked the tines over Sam's saliva-moistened feet. Sam let out sudden laughter, the saliva having made his feet more sensitive, and also making it easier for the fork to glide over it. Max entertained himself for a good while doing nothing but tracing patterns over Sam's soles with that fork. "Patterns... hmm..."

Max got another idea. Pulling out a pen, he held the toes of one foot back. He started by drawing a pair of eyes. Sam's toes weakly struggled against his hand as he went to work. Then he drew a large circle around those eyes, Sam giggling the entire time. Max loved the sound of that. Max drew a couple of rabbit ears coming from that circle, then finished it off with a set of shark teeth just below the eyes. "Perfect!" He spent the rest of the time doodling spirals, stars, flowers, and bloody entrails over the rest of Sam's sole, the poor guy laughing and giggling the entire time, deep in his sleep.

Max set down the pen and admired his artwork before deciding what to do next. Sam giggled again and Max looked up. Apparently his intense tickling, combined with Sam's supernaturally induced slumber, was having an intense effect on his dreams.

"No, Max, hehehe, don't use the giant feather that you got from a prehistoric creature after you accidentally travelled back to the prehistoric era"

Max perked his ears up, that was perfect! He reached behind him, into his inventory, and began pulling out the big, enormous, giant feather.

The feather was hard to hold, and easily bigger than Sam himself, but this would be worth it. Giving a "Heave, Ho!", Max lifted the feather up and brought the side of the feather down, sweeping over the big guy's soles. Sam let out the loudest laughter he'd ever let out, lightly arching his back. Grinning, Max lifted the feather back up, the fronds sweeping back up the soles. On and on this went, Sam laughing louder each time.

Though finally, Max couldn't lift the giant feather anymore. Dropping it, he panted, catching his breath, as his sleepy friend resumed snoring.

That was enough for one night. "Night?" Max looked outside, the stars shining in the sky. It had been morning when he started. This had kept him occupied all day. With a shrug, he squeezed the Teddy Thing again, Sam's image disappearing as he came to.

"Sweet narcoleptic nightmares of noisy nuisances, Max, how long have I been out?"

Max looked outside at the night sky and turned back to Sam with a blatant lie, "About ten minutes, Sam."

"Huh, that must've been a long ten minutes, it's dark out. Ah well. I had the strangest dream, too." Sam said, pointing up to emphasize his point.

"Oh?" Max said. Trying not to act strange.

"...Are you okay, Max? You're not acting strange."

Going for the melodramatic, Max took on an overdramatic tone, "I've been taking care of your sorry ass, Sam, and I'm, quite frankly, worn out."

"Oh, nevermind then. Anyways, I dreamed that my feet were being held by invisible bonds, only they weren't invisible bonds, they were my own desire. And there was this fiendish creature who looked like you, talked like you, and was you, except he wasn't you. And he was tickling my feet with all of these torture devices, and I was screaming for him to stop, but inwardly I was screaming for him to keep going like I was some kind of masochistic tickle bastard. And then I begged him not to use your giant prehistoric feather, because I wanted him to use the giant prehistoric feather, and then he used the giant prehistoric feather. And then I woke up."

Max stared blankly, absorbing all of that information.

"Huh, who knew I had such a complex about being tickled? Oh well... say, Max, what does that Devil's Toy do?"

"It, uh, puts people into a supernatural sleep from which they won't wake until I let them?" Max said, confused to the point of honesty.

"Oh. Ohhhhhh. Alright." Sam said, seemingly understanding, "Well, how about we go out and bust some nocturnal crime, Max?"

"Oh goodie!" Max said, grinning from ear to gear. Things were going to be interesting from now on...

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