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      Published: 2017-11-10 Words: 13061
****** Caught and Bound ******
by awkwardlyhides
Summary
     Vlad has had enough and decided he's going to have Danny one way or
     another. If he needs to break Danny to own him, then that's fine too.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, and I sincerely apologize for
     mutilating my favorite childhood cartoon.
See the end of the work for more notes
Someone was carding their fingers through his hair. It felt nice, and in his
half-asleep state, he leaned towards it, seeking comfort. He shifted forward,
almost snuggling into the warmth, feeling arms move to accommodate him as he
did so. Was he on someone's lap...? Dad...?His dad wasn't the type to suddenly
be so gentle, though. As fingers once more affectionately ran through his hair,
he decided it didn't matter. He was more comfortable here than he had been in a
while, and unless a ghost interfered, he had every intention of staying. A
content sigh escaped him, and he allowed his mind to drift back to a sleepy
blackness.
"Oh, Daniel..." a deep voice murmured with a chuckle.
With that, his mind was dragged back into consciousness with a screech. He knew
that voice. And that voice always led to a complete ruination of his day. Fuck.
"If only you were like this when you were awake as well," the man finished.
Danny's eyes snapped open with a glare. "Vlad," he said flatly, not quite
moving just yet. His eyes flickered, and he noted the walls were made of stone.
Was he in Vlad's castle in Wisconsin? It was a bit hard to tell, what with the
whole creepy darkness thing Vlad had going on.
"Daniel," the man replied pleasantly, still not bothering to remove the hand in
his hair.
With a grimace, Danny realized with disgust what he had been snuggling with his
arch-nemesis for the past who knew how long. Yuck. But that was all Vlad's
fault. Definitely. "Dude, I keep telling you. You seriously need to get a cat
if you need to kidnap people when you need a hug. I have a feeling that would
work out way better for all parties involved, you fruit loop," Danny informed
him, rolling off Vlad and landing in a crouch a little bit away. Surprisingly,
Vlad made no move from his little throne, merely arching an eyebrow and folding
his hands on top of his legs.
"I intend to get much more from you than a hug, Daniel," the man replied,
unfazed.
And that doesn't sound creepy at all."Yeah well, I make it a point not to give
crazy old men hugs," Danny snapped, reaching with dread towards his ghost core
and yelling, "Going ghost!" Nothing happened, his power slipping through his
fingers, and Danny swore colorfully in his head. No wonder the older half-ghost
hadn't done anything, the fruit loop had already shorted out his powers while
Danny had been unconscious, and considering Danny was in his pajamas, he was
hardly a threat. Speaking of which, how had Vlad managed to kidnap him while he
had been sleeping anyway?
"I'm sure you've figured it out by now, but there will be no 'going ghost' for
you here. I always get what I want, Daniel, whether willingly or by force. And
now, you are trapped here with no way out. This is a room only accessible by
ghost powers, so your little friends won't be able to run here and help you
escape. Why, I've even made sure they won't be able to track you," Vlad said
with relish, his eyes gleaming with something that made Danny want to run. The
elder finished possessively, finally rising up and taking a step forward
towards the boy, "You're mine now."
Danny's eyes flashed, and despite his instincts screaming at him to run, he
took a step forward, his bare feet acutely feeling the cold of the ground.
"Maybe you can keep me trapped here for now, Plasmius, but I will neverbe
yours."
The man smiled indulgently, as if merely entertaining an impossible
possibility, and said condescendingly, "We'll see about that, my little
badger."
Danny scowled in response, snapping back a quick reply, "I'm not your anything,
Vlad! Once the three hours are up and my ghost powers are back, I'll beat you
to a pulp and be out of here faster than you can start swearing in pastries."
The man chuckled again, amusement clear on his face, taking another step
forward. "Why, Daniel, it seems I haven't made things clear enough. I haven't
used the Plasmius Maximus on you this time, dear boy. No, rather it is this
room, which blocks all ectosignatures from activating, except for mine, of
course."
Danny's blood ran cold. Fuck. So simply buying time wouldn't work.
Unconsciously, he took a step back.
"Escape is impossible, my little badger. And were anything to happen to me, why
then, you would be left here to rot," Vlad hissed with pleasure, a wicked gleam
flashing across his eyes, taking another step forward so that he was barely a
foot away from the younger half-ghost, who shuffled back only to hit the stone
wall. "Understand your situation Daniel. Youare entirely reliant on me.You will
never see the light of day again if I wish it. You will never again use your
ghost powers if I wish it. You will starve if I wish it. Your survival, your
misery, your happiness, your salvation – it's all on me."
“My friends will search for me,” Danny said, though his voice wavered. Vlad was
certainly acting a bit more deranged than usual, something he had previously
thought impossible for the Fruitloop.
“They can do whatever they like,” Vlad said silkily, calming a little, raising
a hand to caress the boy’s cheek. “But they will never find you, little badger.
You are entirely mine now.”
Something about the casual caress made Danny’s blood boil. With a growl, he
raised one hand to swat aside the hand caressing his face and clenched another
to hopefully punch Vlad in the guts.
He never got the chance – Vlad had slammed both of the boy's hands into the
wall with one smooth movement, and then swiftly grasped the boy’s neck with his
free hand, raising the younger up a few inches as he did so.
Danny choked, but managed to wheeze out, “Let… me… go!”
“No, I don’t think I will. I very much prefer you this way,” Vlad purred, a
strange hungry expression flitting across his eyes as his breath ghosting
across the boy’s face.
Danny wrinkled his nose, and tried to bury himself into the wall. To be fair,
Vlad’s breath smelled perfectly fine, but like hell he was admitting it. “Dude,
like, you need to get breath mints.”
Vlad smiled patiently, and Danny wanted so badly to rip that off his face. He
hated the whole situation, hated how Vlad hadn’t once reacted in anger or
defensiveness, like he knew he had the upper hand this time and that there was
no way for Danny to escape this time. More than that, though, Danny hated how
afraid he himself was.
“I’ll give you just one more chance, Daniel, to join me willingly. Otherwise, I
believe that things will get quite uncomfortable for you. Now, what will it
be?” Vlad asked calmly.
“In your dreams, fruit loop,” was Danny’s quick retort. He tensed
automatically, expecting retribution any moment.
The elder half-ghost sighed dramatically. “Ah, Daniel. If only you had seen the
error of your ways and joined me now, perhaps you wouldn’t have to suffer so.
Now however,” and Danny gulped at the sudden darker tone Vlad’s voice had
fallen into, “You will begfor the privilege of being with me.”
Before Danny could even comment on how ridiculous that thought was, he was
summarily tossed straight across the room, his back colliding with a slam
against the wall as he collapsed onto the floor. His vision swam, and he
groaned, fighting to stay conscious. And now the torture starts,he thought
hysterically. His breath wheezed, and he struggled to get up. Getting thrown
into a wall in his human form hurt, damn it.
Light flashed, and he focused his eyes to see Plasmius lounging in the throne.
Something, something was different, though. From the top Plasmius looked normal
– well, as normal as a fruit loop gets – but his bottom half…
“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Danny asked blankly. Stretching out
from under Vlad’s waist, were luminous blue tentacles. They spread out from the
throne, to all over the room, glowing with an eerie light as they did so. Some
were thicker than the Fenton thermos, others thinner a pencil.
“Something you will come to fear,” Vlad answered, looking at Danny with that
same intent, predatory expression. It looked almost familiar. Where had he seen
it before, Danny wondered as he eyed the tentacles snaking towards him.
“You gonna tickle me to death? Sounds perfect for a fruit loop like you,” Danny
snarked, uneasily pressing back against the wall.
Vlad laughed. “My, my, Daniel. Your innocence truly is amusing. It’s almost a
pity that I will rip it apart.” Tentacles sprang forward, attacking too fast
for Danny to even consider dodging, and wrapped around all four of his limbs,
stretching him out spread eagle like he was a toy out on display for his arch-
nemesis.
With a swear, Danny ineffectually jerked against the bonds, grimacing at the
slimy feeling it left behind. “Let me go, fruitloop,” he hissed, wincing in
pain as the tentacles stretched out his arms and legs to their limits. For a
moment, he wondered with horror if Vlad planned on ripping apart all his limbs
and leaving him to bleed out helplessly.
“When the fun is only just starting?” Vlad murmured, licking his lips as he
leaned forward. “I think not.”
“Every time you think something bad happens. Please don’t do that,” Danny
deadpanned, squirming as some of the smaller tentacles slipped inside his shirt
and pants. “Hey! What are you-“
“Surely you aren’t that obvious, Daniel? My, my, it seems I have quite a bit
educate you on,” Vlad mused, watching with pleasure as the tendrils moved under
the boy’s clothes. They snaked around limbs, caressing every inch of skin they
touched. Vlad breathed in deeply as two tendrils came across the two nubs on
the boy’s chest, prodding and squeezing the raised flesh, eliciting some
delicious noises from the boy.
He could feel him tense, could feel the quickened beating of the boy’s heart.
He saw the disgust and the dawning horror of realization on the boy’s face even
as another tendril slipped around the boy’s cock, delicately rubbing against
it, while another slipped between the crack of his ass and teased his hole.
“Vlad,” Daniel said with a surprising amount of control, though his trembling
voice betrayed him. His breath hitched as the thin tentacles around his cock
tightened. “What the hell are you doing?” his voice was barely a whisper, but
his eyes were wider than they’d ever been.
The blue-skinned ghost tried to smile comfortingly at him, but it came out more
as a demonic smirk. “I have grown tired, little badger. I will have you, even
if I have to break you for it to happen. And breaking you is exactly what I
intend to do,” Vlad purred, savoring the boy’s shout as the clothes were torn
right off his body, leaving him a shivering mess in the mass of tentacles. “Of
course, it is a rather regrettable course of action, but you must understand
that there will be consequences for your actions.”
“You know, ah, this doesn’t exactly seem like a, ah, fatherly course of
action,” Danny protested, panic clear in his eyes as he tugged at his
restraints, but considering his words were continuously interrupted with pants
as his cock was stroked, it came out quite weak. “Isn’t this a bit low, ah,
even for you?”
Vlad shrugged, letting his eyes roam appreciatively over the boy’s naked body.
“It doesn’t really matter anymore how I have you, so as long as I do. Son,
pawn, slave, whore, same difference, you know?”
“You would make for a terrible father. Or mentor. Or anything that involves
taking care of something. And for the record, I absolutely refuse to call you
‘Daddy’. Ever,” Danny growled, somehow managing to twist just right to dislodge
the main tentacle around his leg. He was unfortunately outnumbered a hundred to
one though, and his victory was short-lived as another quickly replaced it.
“That’s quite alright. You can call me master, instead,” Vlad replied without
missing a beat. His eyes narrowed as he added with a frown, “You are far too
lucid right now. That is a problem. I should fix that.”
“You’re incapable of fixing any-Mmph!” Danny’s protests transformed into
muffled screaming as a tentacle the size of his arm was shoved into his mouth.
It hit the back of his throat, reflexively causing him to gag around it in a
futile attempt to get it out, but it only pressed deeper, flooding his mouth
with the raw, burning taste of ectoplasm along with a more prominent bitter
taste. Danny choked and his struggles ceased, his body struggling for oxygen.
“Much better,” he heard Vlad’s pleased murmuring and saw the bastard lean back
languidly on his throne.
A new tentacle brushed the back of neck before coiling around it and
tightening. No!Danny screamed desperately in his mind, but he was helpless.
Caught between the tentacle in his mouth and the one tightening like a noose
around his neck, Danny knew it would only be a matter of time before he lost
consciousness.
Then, mercifully, the main tentacle in his mouth drew out and the other
tendrils loosened. Danny greedily drew air in with great gasping breaths, his
chest heaving with the effort. He blinked dazedly, and noted with confusion the
stone floor pressed against his hands and knees. A quick glance told him that
he was quite firmly within the grasp of the tentacles, they had simply changed
position. At least they seemed content to simply hold him right now instead of
actively molesting him.
“You really do look beautiful kneeling before me, Daniel,” Plasmius remarked,
voice husky. “How do you like your new position, my little badger?”
Danny, don’t,a reasonable voice inside Danny’s mind warned him not to
antagonize Vlad any further. Danny, of course, didn’t listen. Without looking
up at Plasmius, Danny answered, “I think that at least this way I don’t have to
look at your stupid fruit loop face. The floor is something way nicer to look
at, you know?” He immediately tensed afterward, expecting retribution, and he
wasn’t wrong. He was jerked upward by his hair, now resting only on his knees,
and came face to face with Vlad.
“Do you really think it wise to antagonize me, boy?” Vlad asked dangerously,
barely inches away.
“No, but I get the feeling you would end up torturing me either way,” Danny
admitted, trying to stretch upwards to alleviate the pain of the hair pulling,
but was instead tugged further down by the tentacles. Unbidden, a hiss of pain
escaped him.
Vlad’s glare transformed into a smirk, and he loosened his grip, lessening the
pain in Danny’s scalp. “True as that may be,” he acknowledged, switching his
grip to instead lightly pet the boy’s hair, “The extent to which I hurt you can
be adjusted, depending on your cooperation.”
“…How about no torturing at all?” Danny suggested hopefully. “Less work for
you, less pain for me. It’s a win-win situation!”
“You rejected that when you rejected my offer to join me,” Vlad answered with
amusement, but then his voice took on a darker tone, “I did warn you would pay
for that.”
Danny swallowed, feeling the hand on his head tighten. “Th-then there’s not
really a point to cooperating, is there?” he said shakily. Vlad’s eyes
narrowed, and that was all the warning Danny got before the elder slapped him,
causing pain to bloom across his left cheek. What did I say now?he internally
lamented.
“Idiot boy,” Plasmius hissed, his eyes darkening with displeasure, and
similarly, all the tentacles around the boy tightened, including the one around
his neck. “You should cooperate to please me.”
“St-stop,” Danny rasped in fear, both of death via choking and of the tendrils
snaking across his back.
But Vlad didn’t relent, releasing his grip on the boy’s hair and moving the
tentacles so that Danny was once again stretched out and exposed. Surprisingly
enough, aside from the main ones holding him up, and the one around his neck –
like a leash –no other tentacle touched him. And yet, as Danny stared back at
Vlad's darkly glimmering eyes, he felt more frightened than he had the entire
night. Something in the atmosphere had shifted; Vlad had quit playing around.
Danny's mouth parted – perhaps to mock, or insult, or plead, or even beg – but
one low growl from Vlad had him shutting his mouth with a click, with no
further encouragement needed from the tendril around his neck.
Something like approval flashed across Vlad's red eyes for a moment as he
watched the trembling boy. “I think,” Vlad murmured, shifting on his seat,
“It's time we moved on to the more fun part of the night.”
Finally finding his voice upon seeing the tentacles shifting, Danny said
quickly, “Look, Vlad, I know we're not on the best of terms, but-”
“Enough, boy,” Vlad commanded, red eyes glowing as they practically pinned
Danny in place. “I don't intend to fuck you right this moment, but if you
continue to talk like that, I will have no problem doing so, Daniel.”
Danny swallowed thickly, lowering his head, unable to look at Vlad any longer.
The entire time, they had been alluding to it, but now, hearing his arch
nemesis say it so casually made it all the more real. Vlad really intended to…
ra– hurt him in such a way. His eyes blurred, and he held back the sob that
tried to fight its way out. Some hero I am, crying even before the actual
torture starts,he thought bitterly. At least, he reminded himself, Vlad had
didn't intent to do it right away. Maybe he could figure out a way –
“AHH!” a scream ripped out of Danny's throat, his body convulsing
uncontrollably as volts of electricity raced through him. Fire coursed every
square inch of his body, not leaving a single spot untouched. It might have
been a second or it might have been an eternity, the pain was so intense it
momentarily drowned out any other thoughts. “Oh hell...” he sobbed as it
finally stopped, mind flashing back to his accident. “Fucking hell...”
“Did you enjoy that Daniel?” Vlad asked airily. “Just a reminder that the
tentacles are a part of me, and thus can release electrical energy.”
If his muscles weren't so sore and he weren't tied up, Danny would have loved
to punch that face in. While that hadn't been as bad as the portal accident, it
was definitely worse than a Plasmius Maximus. And he got the feeling that Vlad
intended to do much more with it. “Fucking hell,” he repeated, like it would
solve the problem. He could barely move, there was no way he was getting out of
this.
Vlad frowned and said chidingly, “Really, Daniel, you mustn't swear.” The
tendril around his neck quickly snaked around until it reached the boy's mouth
and then wrapped completely around, functioning as a gag.
Danny scowled as best as he was able to with a gag between his teeth. Again,
the same taste of burning raw ectoplasm combined with that bitter taste filled
his mouth. He tried clamping his teeth down to express his displeasure, but
ended up only hurting himself. Surprisingly, it seemed like the tentacles were
made of steel.
“Now, let us begin your punishment. A bit of whipping at first. A hundred
strikes, I think, will do,” Vlad said languidly, leaning back. “But first, how
to position you?” he mused mockingly as he raked his eyes critically upon
Danny's form. “Shall I keep you like this, spread apart so that I may watch
every convulsion that wracks your body and each expression your face of pain
your face beautifully twists into? Ah, but then I would miss how your skin
reddens with each strike. I could have have you face away from me, but I do
love your expressions. Hmm.”
Danny flushed, his skin crawling under Vlad's gaze. He hated being looked at
like that, like he was a piece of meat.
“Or,” Vlad mused, and Danny was again jerked forward, suddenly eye level with
and far too close to Vlad's stomach as his knees hit the ground. The boy tilted
his head upward, letting Vlad know via a scathing glare that he did not
appreciate all this manhandling. Vlad smiled indulgently, and cupping the side
of Danny's face, said, “Like this, I can have both.”
With a growl, Danny jerked out of Vlad's grip, only to let out a muffled yell
as a tentacle struck his back, feeling the sharp sting of the strike but also
an electrifying jolt. The boy stiffened, realizing that the tentacle had been
electrically charged.
Vlad sighed, then chided in a disappointed tone as he gripped Danny's chin and
forced him to look up, “My dear boy, how many times must I tell you to behave
yourself? Must I increase your punishment?”
“You're going to half-kill me,” Danny tried to respond through the gag,
heartbeat quickening. Was Vlad seriously planning on electrocuting him a
hundred times? While that strike hadn't been as bad as the first shock, it
still packed quite a punch, and Danny was sure he would be nothing but a burnt,
bloody corpse by a hundred.
Despite the gag, Vlad seemed to understand Danny's words. Something in his
features softened, and he brushed a soothing hand over where the tentacle had
struck. “Are you frightened of truly dying, Daniel? You needn't be. Simply look
and focus on me, child. I will give you such pain you will wish for non-
existence, but you willlive.”
Danny shuddered, closing his eyes. Though the words had been spoken tenderly,
he doubted Vlad's self control and morbidly wondered how many strikes it would
take for him to die, and then how many strikes it would take for Vlad to notice
he was dead.
A growl was his only warning before the tentacle around his neck suddenly
tightened, causing his eyes to fly open and his hands to once more jerk
uselessly against his restraints.
“I told you to look at me!” Vlad barked, sounding annoyed, and through blurry
eyes, Danny stared up at him, mouth stretching uselessly against the gag in a
desperate attempt for air. Blackness crept into the edge of his vision before
he was finally allowed to breathe, but he barely managed to heave in one giant,
gasping breath before it was knocked out of him by several tentacles striking
his back in quick succession.
A muffled cry escaped the boy, but he didn't dare remove his eyes from Vlad,
afraid of setting him off again. He was rewarded when a hand gently brushed
over his hair. “So you can learn,” Vlad remarked, sounding inordinately
pleased.
Hard not to when you're practically being help at gunpoint,Danny thought
bitterly. His vision blurred, but he didn't dare let tears fall. Who knew what
Vlad intended to feed him, and if he intended to escape, he needed to conserve
his energy. He couldn't cry himself to exhaustion, and it was only likely to
make the situation worse anyway.
“So beautiful,” Vlad murmured, almost reverently. He cupped Danny's face with
both of his hands, and let the strikes fall.
“Nngh!” muffled yells escaped Danny, unable to be held back. With each strike
that fell, an arc of electricity also stung his back. The tentacles didn't
stick to one place, every time they snapped, they seemed to strike yet another
part of his exposed skin, leaving no part untouched. Sometimes they struck as a
group, hitting both ass cheeks and his thighs, other times, a single one would
lash straight across his asshole and come dangerously close to his dick. The
volts of electricity too seemed to vary, a mere playful zap with one strike,
and a scream inducing shock with another that Danny was sure would leave a
mark. The timing was sporadic too, coming rapidly down one moment with no room
for coherent thought, and then leaving a large gap between another, almost
letting Danny hope that it was over before smashing that hope to pieces as the
next lash fell.
Danny wasn't really aware of what Vlad was doing, his vision had long since
gone hazy, but all he knew was pain. Pure, excruciating pain that made him wish
to fall straight into unconsciousness but each time he felt the sweet mercy of
darkness beckon him, a jolt of electricity brought him back to awareness. It
was impossible to numb out the pain with how unpredictable everything was.
All the while, Vlad watched hungrily with a smile on his face, not saying a
word, but simply content to devour the scene before him. Seeing the young halfa
brought to such a state and knowing that it was because him was oh so
satisfying… but it left him yearning to see how much further he could push
Daniel, until he shattered so that Vlad could carefully rearrange the broken
pieces into something even more beautiful. He stopped the tentacles from
striking anymore, and spared a moment to admire the bruised skin blossoming all
over the boy's back. In some parts, vivid streaks of red trickled down where
the tentacles had broken skin. His eyes traced the path of one droplet as it
crept down the side of Daniel's back, pausing for a moment at the edge before
it dripped down to the ground.
Regretfully, he tore his eyes away and reluctantly flipped the boy so that his
head lay on Vlad's lap and his stomach and chest were visible. The lad's eyes
were unfocused and his face streaked with tears, heaving continuous sobs.
“My beautiful little badger,” he murmured, using his thumbs to wipe away the
tears as a mental command removed the gag. That garnered a reaction: a
reflexive jerk that made Vlad frown. No matter, that would have to be trained
out.
“V-vlad?” the boy timidly croaked out, and that immediately soothed Vlad's
ruffled feathers.
Vlad's intense stare bore into Danny, making him almost avert his eyes.
Everything hurt, and Danny couldn't even twitch without pain shooting up and
down his body, and it was only further intensified as he realized that he had
cried like a damned baby. Some self-control I have,Danny thought bitterly,
wasn't I supposed not to cry? But thank fuck that was ov-
“Just a couple strikes left, my dear boy,” Vlad said lovingly.
Go fuck yourself,Danny thought, but didn't even have the energy to say that.
“I especially wanted to hear your screams when you felt the pain of these
strikes,” Vlad murmured, a smirk curving his lips.
Danny tensed, eyes darting as he tried to figure out what Vlad meant, then
stiffened as he felt ass being raised and watched as a tentacle caresses his
cock before arching menacingly above it. His eyes snapped back to Vlad, and he
blanched. “No,” Danny said, his breath quickening. “No, no, no, please,damn it,
if this this all a plot to make me your son or whatever don't you want any
damned grandchildren-”
A hand clamped over his mouth and Vlad chastised, “Shh, Daniel. There won't be
any permanent damage… probably.”
Danny shook his head in denial and felt the tears that had just abated sting
his eyes once more. He cast beseeching eyes upon Vlad, unable to speak, but the
man didn't even hesitate.
“Now, scream for me.”
Danny opened his mouth, to perhaps beg, plead, or bargain, but didn't get the
chance. A tentacle lashed at his nether regions, touching upon his balls and
his shaft and sparks of electricity sunk into his skin, and Danny screamed,a
gut-wrenching howl of agony that resounded across the room. He knew,
objectively, somewhere in the back of his mind that wasn't busy writhing in
pain, that the strike was much lighter than the ones that had descended upon
his back, but that didn't count for much as his soft cock was perhaps a hundred
times more sensitive. He trembled as the tentacle arched again, and desperately
pressed back against Vlad in a futile attempt to escape.
“Ten strikes left.”
One struck down, harder and more painful than the first, and then two more
arched in quick succession before striking down not on his dick but on his
chest and stomach, starting from the corners of his shoulders, crossing his
nipples and ending right at the base of his balls, leaving an angry red 'V'
shaped mark behind.
“Seven.”
In the midst of all the pain and agony and cacophony of his screams, Danny
latched onto that voice and the warmth behind him as an anchor, uncaring that
it was his enemy, sure that he would go mad otherwise. Two more strikes landed
on him, sending blistering, burning pain down his cock.
“Five.”
He sobbed and his throat burned from the screaming but still the strikes fell.
Two more lashed at him, this time targeting his balls and sending spasms
through his body and causing his dick to twitch erratically.
“Three.”
Once again, two strikes fell down across his nipples, brightening the 'V' shape
further, and one last strike fell across his dick. A raw, almost primal scream
ripped out from the boy's throat, and his body arched for a second, before
collapsing once more.
“Zero,” the voice said, and Danny would have sobbed in relief if he had the
energy. Instead, the only things that could escape him was ragged, pained
breathing. The tentacles lowered him a little, so that his ass wasn't as raised
as before, and Danny closed his eyes, wishing for unconsciousness. Vlad gently
carded through his hair, and for a moment, Danny allowed himself to pretend,
that he was home asleep and it was his mother’s comforting touch he was
feeling. But the tentacles that lazily snaked across his body, touching wounds
and bruises and sending flares of pain across his shuddering body allowed him
no such illusion.
Beautiful,Vlad thought. “What are you thinking of, little badger?” Vlad asked
gently, causing Danny to open his eyes.
For a moment, Danny was silent, wondering what to say, whether to lie to please
Vlad or insult him, but in the end, he could tell nothing but the truth. “I
want,” he started, voice hoarse from screaming, coming out barely more than a
whisper, “I want to go home.”He choked on those words, barely able to get them
out, and hot tears fell form his eyes. “Please, Vlad. Please just send me home.
Please.”Vlad would only continue to get angry if he put up a fight, but hadn't
he done enough? Everything hurt, and it was only amplified by the fact that he
had taken everything in his human, not ghost, form.
Vlad sighed, and tentacles manipulated Danny so that he was once more face to
face with Vlad. “Silly child,” he chastised. “Thisis now your home.”
Danny shuddered at those words. What a lie,he thought, and wondered whether
Vlad even believed the words he spoke. “This could never be my home,” Danny
said dully.
“What did you say, child?” Vlad asked, voice suddenly icy. The tentacles
tightened their grip on Danny, making him gasp, eyes widening with fear as he
registered Vlad's words. His lips parted, but no words came out, pain all too
fresh in his mind for him to speak out.
“This is your home now,” Vlad hissed viciously. “Say it!”
“This-” he started but the words were caught in his throat, leaving him unable
to say anything. And what could Danny say? Too afraid of the pain that was sure
to follow, he couldn't deny it. Yet, too afraid of what it would mean if he
affirmed those words – that this was permanent, that there was no getting out
of this – he couldn't do what Vlad wanted either. His indecision cost him.
With a low growl, Vlad made an irritable gesture and tentacles jerked Danny
spread eagle once more, though this time he was slightly tilted almost as if he
were leaning back. Vlad tested his head on one hand then said coldly, “I had
intended to give you a little more of a reprieve, but it seems you have plenty
of energy. Let's start, shall we?”
Danny's eyes widened as he caught onto the meaning. “No, Vlad, please! Don't do
this!” he yelled desperately as he futilely jerked against the bonds. His
breaths became shallow as tentacles slithered all over his body, as one
specific one slipped between the crack of his ass and tickled his perineum.
“Please, Vlad, damn it, please stop!” Everything stilled with those words, and
Vlad looked at him consideringly.
“I like it when you plead to me. It suits you,” Vlad said pleasantly. For a
moment, Danny allowed himself to hope, to hope that Vlad would just stop this
madness, that everything would go back to normal, that he could just forget
this ever happened and move on with his life. “But, little badger, haven't I
told you? It's too late for me to change my mind.”
No,Danny thought in denial, this can't be happening.But it was. The tentacle at
his ass began to secrete a cool, gelatinous substance, then it pushed against
his hole. Danny clenched tight as he bit back a sob, giving one last
resistance, but clearly, that wasn't appreciated. Impatiently, the tentacle
reared back and slammed into him, causing him to gasp and relax enough that the
tentacle could enter him. Danny could feel it squirming inside him, curiously
prodding his insides, and the thought made bile rise his throat. It didn't hurt
– the tentacle was barely bigger than a finger – but the realization that this
was real, that he was being violated like this, made him want to hurl.
“Please don't do this, Vlad. Please. Anything but this,” Danny attempted yet
again despite knowing that Vlad wouldn't change his mind. He felt like a broken
record, repeating the same words over and over, but what else could he do? He
arched in a pointless attempt to run from the tentacle burrowing deeper into
his body, but no matter what he tried, it was still there, stretching out his
hole, slicking it up with that jelly like secretion, preparing him for more.
Vlad's eyes were locked on Daniel, seemingly fascinated with the sight. “Shh,
Daniel,” he murmured soothingly. “Just relax, it'll only hurt more the more you
struggle. Simply give in to the sensations, and lay yourself bare for me.”
Every twitch the boy made, every flinch, every desperate attempt to squirm away
held him captive, spellbound. Ironically, it was the boys pleads that made him
remember to move on instead of simply watching that single tentacle pump in and
out of the boy's ass, going deeper and deeper the longer it fucked him.
“...you weren't supposed to be like this,” the boy whispered, voice ragged and
eyes wet.
Vlad arched an eyebrow. “And what was I supposed to be like?” he asked with a
sneer. The boy jerked, eyes widening with fear, no doubt expecting further
retribution for the comment. That look sent a thrill of pleasure through Vlad,
knowing that he was the cause for the fear. “A minor comic relief villain?”
Danny shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but Vlad was getting
impatient. “Enough,” Vlad said sharply. A tentacle slithered over the boy's
mouth, effectively gagging his protests. Vlad would of course remove it later,
the noises and pleas the boy made were simply too delicious for him not to, but
for now, he really needed to stop Daniel from distracting him. Besides, having
the boy gagged and bound was a delicious sight in itself. Now, back to task.
“Don't worry,” Vlad murmured, “I'll be sure to stretch you properly. You'll
enjoy this.”
Danny shuddered, feeling another tentacle slip beside the original. This time
the stretch was more, and bordered on uncomfortable. It felt inherently
wrong,the process of things going in where they usually only came out, even if
the sensations they caused as they undulated within him might have been
considered pleasurable in different circumstances. He wanted to struggle, to
find a get out, but the tentacles were too tight, holding him in a vice grip –
the only thing escaping here were his muffled cries that the gag couldn't quite
hold back. Then, all of a sudden one of the tentacles pressed hard against one
spot deep inside him, and Danny's eyes flew open and his mouth stretched in a
gasp. Pleasure waved through his body, going straight down to his cock.
Vlad gave a chuckle. “Found it. That should make things easier.”
Make what, Danny wanted to ask, but then the tentacles slammed right into that
spot, and oh.Danny couldn't think coherently after that, even as he noted that
yet another tentacle had wiggled its way inside. And that hurt, the stretch was
too much, but the pain of that contrasted against the pleasure of the his
prostate stimulation, and he couldn't figure out which was greater. Despite his
best efforts, he felt himself begin to harden, but even that hurt from the
whipping.
Danny positively mewled as the tentacles rolled against his prostate, caressing
his insides all the while. It was wrong and weird and hurt and definitely non-
consensual, but it felt so, so good. Peripherally, he was almost glad for the
gag now, he didn't know what he would start begging Vlad for without it.
Maybe Vlad was a mind-reader, for right after he had that thought, the tentacle
covering his mouth slipped away, allowing all his moans to leave him.
“Enjoying yourself, little badger?” Vlad asked with a purr.
Danny's mind was unfocused, but he still managed to pull himself together
enough to stutter out a denial. “N-no...D-don-mph!” A cry escaped him as two
more tentacles entered him in quick succession. Something felt like it had torn
inside him, and tears slipped down his face, because fuck, that had hurt.
“What was that, Daniel?” Vlad asked with amusement, watching with a smile as
blood trickled out of his ass.
Danny's breathing was ragged. Damn it, he felt so full, it was almost hard to
breathe. “T-too much…,” he whispered. They were going deeper now, he noted
dazedly. Past his prostate, the tentacles burrowed deeper and deeper, past his
rectum and into his intestines. Danny shuddered, “V-vlad, I c-can't.-”
“Too much? Don't be silly, my dear boy. We're only getting started,” Vlad
interrupted.
“H-hurts. P-please-”
“It is supposed to hurt. This is a punishment, after all,” Vlad remarked, then
smirked as Danny let out a gasp when a tentacle hit his prostate. “Though it
looks to me you're enjoying it. I suppose I'll have to up the ante then, won't
I?”
Danny's eyes widened in fear. “No, p-please, Vlad, y-you're going to t-tear me
apa-”
“Hush, Daniel,” Vlad commanded, and ensured that command by shoving one of the
larger tentacles down Danny's throat, causing him to gag. “You're stretched
enough for this. You won't break. Might exacerbate the bleeding though.”
He did need Danny to relax though, currently, he was so tense, it would need a
miracle for anything else to get inside Danny's ass. Thinking such, he guided a
couple of tentacles to play with the boy's cock. It had hardened in the
beginning, but was starting to soften again, which simply would not do. The
tentacles stroked it back to full hardness and one tentacle curled tight around
the base of Danny's cock, ensuring he could not come until Vlad gave the
command.
Vlad took a moment to admire the view of Danny bound and helpless under his
power: several pencil thin tentacles pumping in and out of his ass, the thick
tentacle in the boy's mouth choking him and going down to his throat, and the
teasing tentacles on his cock and balls keeping the boy between pleasure and
pain.
Danny couldn't breathe. The tentacle in his mouth would go down his throat one
moment, forcing him to swallow around it and blocking all his airways, before
moving back and allowing him a moment to take in air in great gasping breaths
before the cycle repeated again. And fuck, between the tentacles on his cock
and in his ass, between the dual pain and pleasure, he didn't have moment to
think at all. All he could do was fight to stay conscious as his breath was
taken away from him.
The tentacles in his ass sped up, and Danny could feel more pressing in, one by
one, if there was a hint of space, they squeezed in. Danny let out an unhappy
whine. The stretch was far too uncomfortable, stretching him to his limits and
then some, going deeper than they had any right to be. But why, then, if he
hated it so much, was his cock so hard? Why did feel like if this continued, he
was going to come? He couldn't even tell the difference between what hurt and
what felt good anymore, all he could tell was that whatever it was, it was
overwhelmingly intense. The pressure built up as tentacles pounded his
prostrate, as they teased his slit and fondled his balls, building more and
more, and Danny sobbed around the tentacle in his mouth, unable to articulate
what he wanted.
Vlad could nonetheless understand, and gave Danny a gentle smile that was
terrifyingly incongruous with the situation. The tentacle at the base of
Danny's cock loosened, and Vlad commanded, “Come, Daniel,” and Danny came
undone.
He let go, and with a cry, his vision went white for a moment as streaks of
white erupted from his cock, splattering on the ground and the tentacles. It
was without a doubt the most intense orgasm of his life, and yet, Danny
couldn't quite bring himself to appreciate it. As his rectum clenched around
the tentacles, it triggered their release too. They pushed deep into him,
pressing against his prostate and filling him completely, and began to release
a thick warm liquid inside. The one in his mouth started to release too,
partially filling Danny's mouth with some sort of a bitter liquid tinged with a
faint burnt taste to it before it slid into his throat and into his esophagus,
blocking his breath as it secreted the liquid basically directly into his
stomach.
It went on for almost an eternity, and as blackness started to creep into
vision, Danny welcomed it. Surely, it had to be over now, right? Vlad had to be
done, didn't he? It was over, it had to be – and the thought filled Danny with
more relief than he thought possible. It had to be over, and then everything
had to go back to normal, right?..right?
Just as he was about to fall unconscious, the tentacle slid out of his mouth,
sending him into a coughing fit as he struggled to regain his breath. His
vision swam, and could vaguely hear Vlad telling him to take it easy. Despite
himself, a hysterical bark of laughter escaped him. Vlad would be one to tell
someone to take it easy right after torturing them, wouldn't he?
As he regained his senses, an odd sensation greeted him – like the one he got
after eating a slice too many pizzas, when his stomach got uncomfortably full.
With a sinking feeling, he focused his feeling downwards. His stomach was
distended, not too much, but nonetheless clearly visible, and unlike the
tentacle in his mouth, the ones in his ass were still there. All the other
tenacles had relaxed their hold on him, though they remained loosely around him
still.
Danny swallowed, tasting that sticky, sweet substance at the back of his
throat, and looked up at Vlad. What's he planning now?Danny thought, searching
Vlad's expression for a hint, but the man's face was inscrutable.
“Have you recovered yet, Daniel?” Vlad mused.
“I just got thoroughly fucked for the first time in my life, unwillingly might
I add, by bloody tentacles to top it off, all while my pedophile fifty year old
arch-nemesis watched, and I'm still tangled up in the tentacles! How the hell
do you think I can recover in such a short time, you fucking fruitloop?”was
what Danny wanted to say, but that would both require too much energy and would
probably set Vlad off like the fruitloop he was. Instead, he gave Vlad a look
that he hoped thoroughly proclaimed, 'I'm dead inside, and just waiting for the
moment I turn dead outside too.'
Vlad eyed him critically for a moment, then decided, “Mm. You've recovered
enough. Now for the even more fun part.”
Danny froze, eyes going wide. “W-what?” he asked hoarsely, throat sore.
Vlad's lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh dear child, you didn't think it was
over yet, did you?”
Danny bolted. Or tried to at any rate. He didn't get very far, or even get up,
considering his body was dead tired and still tangled up in the tentacles.
Nonetheless, he made a valiant effort to scramble away, but all it got him was
a laugh from Vlad.
“Silly little badger. There is no escape here, remember?” Vlad said with a tone
that could have been called loving.
“No,” Danny gasped, trembling and struggling to get out. “No.” But words were
useless. The tentacles tightened their hold on him, and Danny could no longer
make any movements beyond trembling. “Nonononono.Don't do that again, please,
Vlad-”
“Oh, it'll be a little different from that. It'll be more exciting, I assure
you,” Vlad said with a twisted smile.
He couldn't breathe. “Please, Vlad, don't do this, please–”
“I told you, didn't I? That you would have to beg to be beside me?” Vlad
interrupted. “Ready to beg to be mine, yet, Daniel?”
He hesitated only a moment, but it's not like agreeing to Vlad's apprentice or
whatever had to be forever, right? “Then, please, Vlad, please spirit me away
to your castle and turn me into a mini-version of you or whatever, just
stopthis, please. I'll be yours. So please...”
“I'd tell you to beg without the sarcasm but I think you actually mean what you
say,” Vlad remarked, then continued, “I'd say that's enough for me to consider
stopping,” here Vlad paused for a moment to watch the hope rise in Danny's
eyes, before he ruthlessly crushed it, “Afterwe get done with this.”
“No,”Danny shook his head in denial. “No, don't, no, I can't–”
“Honestly, Daniel. This is your own fault, you know. Had you agreed to be mine
from the beginning, you wouldn't be suffering like this now, dear child,” Vlad
chided gently, and the tentacles brought Danny forward back into that position
where he was back onto his back with his head on Vlad's lap. The tentacles
secured his arms behind him this time, and his feet were bound to this thighs
and lifted up.
“I can't take this, Vlad,” Danny whispered brokenly.
Vlad smiled down on him, and brushed a comforting hand over Danny's hair. “I
know you can't. It's going to be wonderful watching you break,” he said calmly,
and a tentacle slid around Danny's mouth when he opened it in denial. “No more
protests, Daniel. Give in to me, and everything will be okay.”
Nothing was okay. Nothing would ever be okay again. Danny closed his eyes, and
desperately tried to pretend this wasn't real. This couldn't be real. It had to
be a bad dream, right? But everything felt too real – his harsh breathing, the
pain and aches permeating his body, the way his body felt too bloated, the
slimy grip of the tentacles holding him prisoner, and the horrifying fear of no
escape–and he couldn't deny the truth, he couldn't pretend.
“Relax, little badger,” Vlad murmured as two tentacles flicked Danny's nipples,
making him yelp. They were quite sensitive from the earlier whipping, just a
simple caress from the tentacles had him trying to arch away. Two tentacles
approached them, and Danny noticed that they seemed to have openings on the
end. Instead of simply touching or flicking, they encircled his erect nubs, and
then sucked.
“Ngh!” a moan escaped Danny at the unexpected suction. It hurt, but at the same
time the warmth of the inside of the tentacle felt like a balm upon his
injuries. It was a sharp pain that increased and decreased with the suction.
The inside of it wasn't smooth, but rather seemed to have ridges that he could
feel quite clearly. He squirmed, trying to escape the intensity, but that only
increased the effects. And despite himself, he felt himself harden.
He was quickly distracted from that by a resuming of movement of the tentacles
inside his ass. He tensed, expecting the quick pumping from before but they
only moved languidly, flexing and stretching with an occasional brush against
his prostate. His eyes furrowed in confusion, but he didn't get time to
contemplate the change as he felt a tentacle push into his slit.
With a growing horror he watched it wiggle under his skin. “MPH! Mnn hmnph!” he
protested vehemently with renewed vigor, trying to pull away, but his struggles
stilled all too easily under the tentacles hold. Other ones joined in, curling
around and caressing his balls, sending flares of pleasure and pain, and like
before, one curled around the base of his cock.
“A curious sensation, is it not?” Vlad murmured, eyes hungry. “The process of
something going inside your penis. Sounding, it's called.”
If you're so curious about it, do it to yourself! Not unwilling test
subjects!Danny shrieked in his mind. He shuddered, feeling a burning sensation
as it worked its way up. This was wrong on so many levels, Danny didn't even
know where to start. The tentacle was tiny, barely smaller than the size of a
charging cord, and yet his cock felt so stuffed already. It began to drag out,
scraping against his skin, and Danny gagged at the sensation. It had almost
backed entirely out of his slit when it snapped back inside with a vengeance,
eliciting a startled whine from Danny.
Before his whine could even end, a shock traveled down into both his nipples,
causing him to arch reflexively and scream. It wasn't that strong, but for a
moment, Danny's mind leaped back to the memory of the vicious whipping he had
before, and he trembled. But despite his tenseness, nothing else followed. Just
the suction on his nubs, the slow undulations of the tentacles in his ass, and
the repetitive motion of the tentacle in his dick.
Vlad laughed. “You have no idea how adorable right now, Daniel. Your reaction
was priceless.” He cupped Danny's face with a hand, tilting it up towards him.
Adorable, he says,Danny thought incredulously. He was a fucking mess,
absolutely wrecked, and they knew it. Danny shivered as Vlad traced a finger
over his lips, but found himself arching towards it. The soft touch felt
foreign after all the abuse his body had suffered, and his body craved it even
if he was perfectly aware that it was because of Vlad he had been hurt in the
first place.
The tentacle sounding him went deep, and this time it didn't back out. It
stayed, squirming and shifting inside, pushing, as if searching for something.
Danny shifted uneasily, wondering how deep in it could go.
“Do you know, little badger,” Vlad started, and Danny's wary eyes flicked up to
him, “That, via sounding, your prostrate can be directly stimulated?”
Danny tensed, and at moment, the tentacle inside is cock must have found
whatever it was looking for, for it slid deeper inside easily, and then pushed
against something that made Danny's vision white out in pure bliss and his
mouth open in a desperate scream before it pulled away, allowing him to slump
tonelessly into the tentacles hold. His cock, however was still painfully hard.
Panting, he blinked dazedly. Thankfully, the gag slipped out of his mouth,
allowing him to breathe freely.
Vlad made a noise of interest. “You came dry. I hadn't expected that. I wonder
what would happen if I shocked it?”
Danny's eyes widened in terror. “D-don't. P-please,” he croaked.
Vlad only smiled consideringly. “I'll think on it.”
The tentacles in his ass shifted, and Danny's brief reprieve was over.
Tentacles slipped out until there were only a few remaining, which began to
press outward, stretching his rectum and causing his hole to gape. Cum from the
earlier release began to drip down. Danny let out an unhappy whine at the
uncomfortable sensation. “What–” he started to ask but then broke off, unable
to articulate his question properly due to a renewed movement in the tentacles
encircling his cock and nipples.
He was not so distracted, however, so as to not notice the ominous looking
large tentacle approaching his ass. It was wider than a fist, and only slightly
tapered at the end. His breath caught, and he gasped shakily, “V-vlad.”
Vlad smiled down at him. “Yes, dear child?”
“Is that… ah, g-going i-in me?” Danny asked shakily.
Vlad looked pleased. “Smart boy. I knew you had to have a brain in there
somewhere.”
Danny started hyperventilating. That couldn't fit in him, no way. Fuck, was
this how he was going to die? Skewered by a tentacle up his ass? What would
they even say at his funeral? Daniel Fenton, died at fourteen. Always
complained about people with sticks up their asses, died due to a tentacle up
his. If only he had stuck a stick up his ass like he was being peer pressured
to, perhaps he would still be with us today.He could vaguely hear Vlad telling
him to breathe, but he was too busy, oh, worrying about dying such an
undignified death to worry about something unimportant as breathing. A tentacle
around his neck tightened, and something slid inside his mouth, hitting the
back of throat before slipping down, not into his esophagus, but into his
windpipe.
As air was breathed into him, and slowly, Danny's head calmed. The tentacle
didn't let him breathe at his own pace. Between the one in his mouth and the
one around his neck, they controlled his breathing rate. And I'm gagged
again,Danny thought, hysteria still tinging his thoughts. Now he won't even let
me breathe on my own.
“Really, Daniel, it's not as if I'm going to kill you. I do know what I'm
doing, dear child,” Vlad said, exasperated.
No, you're only going rape me again, like that's any better,Danny thought
bitterly, wishing he had the strength to deny the warmth of Vlad's fingers
carding through his hair.
“And do try not to have another panic attack. I do want you aware for this,
dear child,” Vlad added.
Danny tensed, and his eyes flickered downward, where the large tentacle lay
waiting to enter him. His hole was being held stretched open by the smaller
tentacles, and the large one needed no other encouragement to enter. It pushed
at his entrance, and for a moment, Danny was convinced there was no way it
could go in. Then it reared back before slamming into his entrance. It garnered
a grunt from Danny, and with a squelch, slid into his hole.
Danny keened, a sharp noise, and watched with horrified fascination as the
tentacle struggled to get in deeper. If it weren't for the air being pumped in
and out of him via the tentacle, he was sure he would have started
hyperventilating again. His hole clenched tight around the tentacle, trying to
get the intruder out, but all it accomplished was keeping the tentacle locked
inside. The sensation was overwhelming, it pressed and rubber against his walls
just so, sending mixed signals to Danny's brain that he couldn't be bothered to
figure out.
“It's almost a miracle that you're still so tight after all that stretching.
You do love making my job difficult, don't you?” Vlad remarked.
The smaller tentacles inside him helped stretch out his inner walls, and the
larger one sunk another two inches deeper into him. “Mph!” Danny let out a
muffled yell at the burst of pain it caused. Hell, how much deeper was Vlad
going to shove it in him? He already felt so stuffed. “I can't take this,” he
tried to speak around the makeshift gag, but his words didn't reach. They only
elicited an absentminded pat on his head from Vlad, whose eyes were focused on
his ass.
The tentacles began to secrete some sort of a liquid, which further slicked his
insides and allowed more to enter. However the large tentacle moved backwards
instead, before shoving itself deep into Danny's rectum and at the same time,
the tiny tentacles in Danny's cock once more reached deeper to press against
his prostate. Danny screamed, seeing spots dance across his visions. He
trembled, acutely feeling his insides spasm around the tentacle. There was a
constant pressure against his prostate from both his ass due to the sheer size
of the tentacle making it impossible for it not press against it and in his
cock, where the tentacle had not retreated but instead kept brushing against it
with varying intensity.
“Ngh, ngh, ngh!” He couldn't take this. Gasps and whines and tiny screams
escaped him – it was too much. Too much sensation, too much feeling, too
intense. The tentacle in his ass just keep pressing inwards, determined to get
further inside, a constant pressure he couldn't get away from. He felt high
strung, on the edge of release but not quite reaching it. Dimly he noted with
horror the growing the growing bulge in his stomach. He could see it moving and
squirming under his skin, could feel his insides being rearranged to
accommodate the unwelcome intruder.
He couldn't take this, and the overwhelming situation made him start to black
out, despite the steady supply of air to his lungs. Danny didn't deny it, he
wanted to get away from reality, to just rest so that he could pretend
everything would be okay when he woke up, but Vlad denied him even that. A volt
of electricity into his nipples had him jolting into awareness, fear and
adrenaline rushing through.
“I said, little badger, that I want you aware for this,” Vlad chided, his voice
hard.
Danny sobbed, tears streaming down the sides of his face and babbling pleas
through the gag, but Vlad didn't relent.
“Shh, dear child. The best part is starting,” Vlad hushed, a smile gracing his
lips, and Danny felt his dread grow even as his tears continued to fall. If
Vlad was excited about it, it had to be terrible. He shuddered, then directed
his blurred gaze downwards.
The large tentacle had stopped moving, settling in, and so had all the smaller
ones. Everything seemed to be waiting, even the sound of Danny's muffled sobs
had quietened. Everything… was still.
He looked down, and couldn't avert his gaze. The large tentacle seemed to…
pulse, for a lack of a better word. It stretched out from his ass, like a tube,
and part of it bulged. He couldn't move. The bulge was approaching him,
approaching his entrance, and he was frozen, numb in horror.
Vlad let out a soft exhale, a contended sigh.
It can't fit,Danny thought blankly. I'm going to die. I'm going to die, split
open by some weird tentacle egg. It was nice knowing you, life. Actually, no,
not really, it could've been way nicer, but goodbye anyway.The bulge had
reached his entrance, and the only thing that kept him breathing was the air
being pumped into his lungs. It pressed, and for a split second, it looked like
it wouldn't be able to break through. But it entered, stretching his anus wide
open, until it slid smoothly inside after the halfway point. Danny's mouth was
still open in a soundless scream as it slid further and further in until it
exited out of the tentacle and deep into his insides. He breathed in deeply,
and numbly watched the new bulge in his stomach.
“And now for the rest,” Vlad said eagerly.
The rest?Danny thought faintly, then noticed the several bulges in the
tentacle. No,he thought, and must have made some noise of distress because the
next thing he knew, Vlad was chuckling and comfortingly carding his fingers
through his hair.
Relishing in the look of horror in Danny's eyes, Vlad said, “They're all going
to go in you, dear child, and your stomach will swell so wondrously. Why, one
would even think you had gone and knocked yourself up just like a common
whore.”
Danny broke. He had suffered so much already, and the knowledge that it
wouldn't end yet was the breaking point. Tears streamed down his face
uncontrollably, his breath hitched despite the artificial breathing machine,
and he stopped fighting. There was nothing he could, nothing except just lie
there – a quivering, trembling, shuddering helpless mess – and take it. He fell
apart in his archenemy's arms, on a mass of tentacles that assaulted him
mercilessly, under a face that smiled so gently but held nothing but cruelty
beneath.
Everything was in motion once more. The eggs entered him one by one, always
struggling around the widest point but nonetheless entering him with a squelch
at last. The smaller tentacles were moving too, coaxing the eggs down the main
tentacle and then pushing the egg deeper inside him. His cock they caressed,
flicking lightly at his balls, and the tiny tentacle in his cock pumped up and
down, fucking his cock in slow, languid movements that always ended with it
brushing his prostate. Moans and groans, pain and pleasure, sobs and choked
breaths all blurred together till he couldn't tell up from down.
He was full. He was so, so full. He was sure he'd never get an appetite again
with the sheer of stuff he had up his ass now. The outline of the eggs were
clearly visible on his stomach, which was was being stretched to his limits. He
wondered how deep they were in him. Had they filled his large intestine yet?
Would he even be able to walk after this? He doubted it.
Suddenly, the large tentacle began to drag out, eliciting a sharp cry from
Danny. Gentle thumbs brushed away the tears in a mockery of comfort. “Just a
little further, little badger. You've done so well so far.”
And yet, he couldn't find himself to find comfort in those words. Who knew what
Vlad had planned after after this?
“Three,” Vlad counted down. It entered Danny with some difficulty, sliding out
twice before finally settling, so stuffed was he.
“Two.” The tentacle dragged itself further out, causing Danny to whine. No
more,he wanted to protest.I'm going to burst.Again, it had difficulty going in,
and it wasn't until the smaller tentacles had wiggled out that it managed to go
in. Please, no more.
“Just one more, dear boy,” Vlad murmured. The tentacle in Danny's cock brushed
his prostate, and he shuddered. He had to be too full. It couldn't enter. The
tentacle retreated further until in was just past his opening. By now, is
breaths were shallow, since just breathing put pressure on his stomach, on the
eggs. “Breathe out, child,” Vlad commanded, and Danny had no choice but to
comply. During the exhale, the tentacle tensed and pushed the last one inside
in one great heave, further pushing the breath out of Danny. Thankfully, or not
so thankfully, the tentacle in his mouth breathed sweet air into him, making
sure he wouldn't black out.
“Good boy,” Vlad praised, petting his hair. “Just a little more, now.”
In his cock, the tentacle pressed uncomfortably against his prostate, eliciting
sharp whines from Danny, before a jolt of electricity hit his prostate and both
his nipples. Danny's vision went white, and all he was aware of was otherwise a
sharp pain in his ass as the large tentacle popped out and the searing mix of
pain and pleasure in his cock. The wave seemed to last for an eternity, leaving
him suspended in the intensity of it. Slowly, awareness came back, and he
realized he must have come if he went by the streaks of white on his thighs and
the softening of his cock.
But hallelujah, the tentacles were shrinking. As his vision cleared, he became
aware he was now on the floor between Vlad's legs, who had transformed back
into a human and was now contentedly petting his hair. His whole body was
twitching and spasming after the intense shock. Despite himself, his vision
dragged downwards. His hole, he could feel twitching, trying desperately to
close, but that was an impossible endeavor. And his stomach… Danny could feel
another panic attack coming on as he looked at it. It was so bloated he looked
six months pregnant, with the lumps quite visible. There was no going back to
normality after this.
“Do I need to get out the ventilator tentacle?” Vlad asked casually.
No.With a bit of a struggle Danny twisted himself over so that he was faced
downwards, supporting himself with his trembling arms. His stomach's weight
dragged him down, and he nearly lost his balance more than once. But hell, now
that the tentacles were gone, he'd do near anything to keep them away. Gritting
his teeth, he placed a hand on Vlad's knees and dragged himself forward. With
ragged breathing, he rasped out, throat sore, “Please… make me… yours...”
“What was that, little badger?” Vlad asked, but Danny could hear the smug edge
to his tone.
Nonetheless, he bowed his his head, and repeated, “Please, m-make me yours… I'm
begging you… Please. Claim me... Please, Vlad… I n-need you… to be by y-your
side… P-please, just make me y-yours, Vlad… Please… Please… Please...”
“Why, Daniel,” Vlad cooed. “Are you telling me you're willingly on your knees
before me?”
Danny swallowed. “Yes,” he whispered, hating himself, then said more loudly,
“Yes.”
Vlad made an interested noise, then commanded, “Stay still, Daniel.”
Daniel tensed, and tried to imitate a statue. True statue-like non-movement was
beyond him, but he nonetheless made a valiant effort not to move. He watched as
one of Vlad's feet rise, his heart pounding as it stopped right before his
stomach. He gripped Vlad's other knee tightly, and let out a choked cry as it
pressed into his stomach. Oh hell,he thought faintly, feeling the eggs shift
inside him. His arms shook, but he didn't dare move.
“Does that hurt, Daniel?” Vlad asked, curiosity staining his tone.
Danny whimpered. “...Yes.”
Vlad pressed his foot. “Then remember that pain, Daniel. I do like you child,
so I've gone a little easy on you, but anger me and I'll have no compunctions
doing the same to your little friends. And I won't be holding back them like
I've held back for you, dear child. Is that clear?” he asked sternly.
Danny choked back a sob. “Crystal,” he whispered.
“Look at me when you answer.”
With effort, Danny lifted his head, and let his tired wet blue eyes meet Vlad's
triumphant ones. “It's clear.”
“Good. You may move now,” Vlad replied, moving his foot.
Danny's arms buckled, and he started to fall. Before he could hit the ground
though, Vlad's strong arms caught him and held him up. “Move forward, Daniel,”
he ordered, and Danny tersely shuffled forward, grimacing all the while.
Vlad held out a hand, and a water bottle flew into it. Danny flinched at the
sudden movement, remembering acutely the reason he was stuck here. He couldn't
use his powers. A sudden touch to his lips brought him out of his thoughts, and
caused him to violently jerk his head back. He met Vlad's arched eyebrow and
saw the uncapped water bottle. Oh,he thought, and wondered whether every time
would be like this now.
“Drink,” Vlad said gently something like knowing in his eyes, bringing the
bottle to Danny's lips again. Danny hesitated only a moment, then opened his
parched lips. Vlad tilted the bottle, and blessed, cool water entered Danny's
throat. Despite his earlier fears of not having an appetite, he had no problem
gulping the water down, uncaring both that it was his arch nemesis feeding it
to him and that in his haste, water spilled down the sides of his mouth,
trailing down the sides of his face and neck before dripping onto his bare
chest.
All too soon, it ended, and it was only then that Danny became aware of the
Vlad's intense gaze on him. A shiver of fear went down his spine, and it only
intensified when Vlad suddenly lifted him onto his lap so that Danny's legs
fell around him and they were chest to chest. Danny breathing quickened, and
almost unconsciously he blurted out, “Please, no, Vlad, please don't–”
“It's alright, Daniel. I won't be doing anything more to you today. Shh, it's
alright,” Vlad soothed, embracing him. Danny only became aware that he had
started crying again when Vlad brushed them away.
“It's okay, Daniel. You're okay. You're safe,” Vlad repeated, holding the child
in his arms and gently brushing the nonbruised areas on his back.
And despite himself, Danny began to calm with the words, his cries fading down
to hiccups. It was wrong, Vlad was the one who had hurt him in the first place,
but he said he wouldn't hurt him anymore, and that had to count for something,
right?
“Calm yet, little badger?” Vlad asked softly.
Danny didn't answer, but instead clenched the fabric of Vlad's shirt more
tightly and further buried his face in Vlad shoulder, unwilling to let go of
the sudden warmth the man was showing him.
Vlad sighed. “Alright, Daniel, we can stay like this for a while, but after
that, I need to treat your wounds properly, alright? Wouldn't do for them to
get infected. The eggs will go out tomorrow.”
Danny relaxed, well, as much as he could with his stomach in the way. His head
lay in the crook of Vlad's shoulder, and his arms encircled Vlad. Vlad had
levitated a cream of some sort over to him, and had started applying it onto
Danny's back, soothingly rubbing the bruise cream onto Danny's abused skin.
Vlad had started with his back, and from that to his shoulders and neck, where
there were vivid bruises from where the tentacles had choked him, to his butt
cheeks. Danny had tensed when Vlad had dragged a finger down the crack of his
ass, but Vlad hadn't lingered long, thankfully. He only circled around his
perineum thrice before moving on to other, safer, areas. It was strange, Danny
reflected, that he could go from wanting to be as far from this man as possible
to seeking comfort in his arms. The cream felt absolutely wonderful against his
skin though it had stung slightly at first, and he positively melted under
Vlad's care. Then again, Danny mused, he'd prefer this over the alternative. He
could handle the care and comfort, but the tentacles? No way in hell.
“Alright, we're almost done here. Stay still now, little badger,” Vlad said,
breaking him out of his thoughts. Danny tensed as a hand touched his cock, but
didn't have the energy to move. Vlad strokes his soft cock and balls with the
cream, and… it surprisingly felt nice. Nothing like the painfully confusing
touches of before. Nonetheless, when Vlad stopped, Danny let out a soft exhale
in relief.
“I'm going to take you to the bed now to treat the other injuries, alright?”
Vlad told Danny.
Danny's grip tightened again before he relaxed it. “Okay,” he whispered into
Vlad's ear.
Vlad gave a comforting squeeze to his shoulder before he fluidly stood up with
Danny, shifting to carry him bridal style to decrease the pressure on his
stomach. The bed wasn't far away, and they made it there in a few steps. Vlad
laid Danny down, who let out a hiss as the sheets touched his back. Wordlessly,
Vlad sat beside Danny and began to apply the cream in other bruised areas on
Danny's skin, where the tentacles had bound him a little too tight, where the
he had been hit during the whipping, and where he had been hurt during their
initial fight.
“Vlad?” Danny broke the comfortable silence they had with more than a little
apprehension, but he needed this.
“Yes, little badger?” Vlad replied, pausing in where he was applying the cream
to Danny's hand.
Danny swallowed, then asked hesitantly, “Can I… ask you for something?”
Vlad arched an eyebrow, and then resumed his task. “You can ask, dear child,
but whether I fulfill it is an entirely different matter.”
After a pause, Danny said quietly, “Then, please, Vlad, don't touch my family.
Don't hurt them, Vlad, please.”
Vlad faltered, and pressed his hands just a little too hard into Danny,
eliciting a sharp hiss from the boy. He sighed. “Even now, you try to be a
hero.”
Danny tensed, warily eyeing Vlad.
“You are stuck here, child. I could kill them, hurt them, and you couldn't do
anything about it. I could do it and lie to you and you wouldn't know it.
Child, I could have even killed them already, did you think of that?”
“You wouldn–” Danny cut off short. You wouldn't,he had been about to say. But
he would've said the same thing about Vlad raping him, and look where he was
now. “No,” Danny denied in a whisper, eyes wide in fear and breath quickening.
“No, nonononoo–”
“Calm down, Daniel, I haven't touched them yet,” Vlad said irritably,
levitating away the cream in a huff.
Danny looked at him with wide eyes. “You just said–”
“I haven't. I said I could have killed them, not that I had.Don't you think I'd
have gloated about it if I had?” Vlad replied, still annoyed as he levitated
another object to him. “And regardless of what I say, you have no choice but to
believe me. I control you, Daniel, not the other way around. I will do whatever
I like with your family.”
Danny swallowed down a lump in his throat. He had ruined the atmosphere they
had, and possibly set Vlad off on his parents. He had messed up. “I… I'm
sorry,” he said softly, not quite sure what he was apologizing for, but feeling
like it was needed.
Vlad made a little discontented noise, then slipped something soft under his
rump. Danny's eyes darted upwards, and he blinked. Please tell me that's not
what I think it is.“Is that–”
“It's a diaper. I did wreck your holes quite thoroughly, Daniel,” Vlad answered
bluntly as he briskly attached the ends, causing Danny to flinch. “There will
be leakage during the night.”
Danny would have protested that it was humiliating, but he didn't since he
couldn't decide whether wearing a diaper was more humiliating than being raped
by tentacles. Instead, all that escaped him was a quiet, dejected, “Oh.”
Something in his tone must have gotten to Vlad, because when he spoke next, his
tone was much softer, “It won't be for long, little badger,” he said tenderly,
brushing Danny's hair out of his face. Gently he leaned in and placed his lips
to Danny's.
The boy in question stilled at the unexpected contact. He didn't try moving out
of the away, wary of enticing Vlad's anger, but he certainly didn't reciprocate
either. He simply remained as rigid as a board throughout it. The kiss itself
was chaste, soft, and undemanding. It was a sweet kiss, one that could have
been called nice or even pleasant under other circumstances, but Danny still
couldn't bring himself to relax under it.. This was the first time Vlad himself
had touched him so directly instead of using the tentacles, and he wasn't sure
how to feel about it.
The lips left and Vlad let out a disappointed sigh. Danny tried not to feel
ashamed of himself.
“Time to rest, little badger,” Vlad murmured, sliding in next to Danny. He
lazily levitated the covers over them. He rolled Danny over onto his side and
tucked the boy's head into the crook of his neck as he warped a possessive arm
around him. “Goodnight, Daniel.”
“Night,” Danny echoed dully, but he did not close his eyes.
…
…
…
Hours passed, and still Danny did not sleep. He could not sleep, despite his
bone tired weariness, despite his desire for a respite and to forget. He
couldn't sleep, not with the man who had raped him at his back, even if the
same man had held him and comforted him afterwords.
He slid out of the hold, and stepped unsteadily onto the ground. It took a few
unsteady steps for him to find his balance, but after that, he looked around
the room, searching for something, anything that he could use. For what, he
didn't know, but he needed to find something. There was a chest of drawers to
his right, and he reached it without too much issue. He paused, hesitating, and
listened. Vlad's breathing was still deep and even.
He opened one at random, and froze. There were… knives there. Of every size and
shape, and he picked up one that looked particularly sharp. He could kill Vlad
with this, he thought. Vlad was asleep, he wouldn't be able to go intangible
fast enough to avoid it.
Or… he could kill himself. No more pain. No more hurt. No more caring. No more
being stuck here for possibly eternity. That… currently sounded a little like
heaven.
But the question was, did he want revenge first? Did he care enough about that?
Danny swallowed, making his choice, then raised the knife with trembling
fingers.
End Notes
     I spent basically a year writing this and it's still not beta read.
     That will most likely be fixed in the future. It was written in bits
     and pieces, which is the reason for the inconsistent POV in it. I
     could have fixed it, but you'll are here for porn, not literature, so
     I'll jsut leave it for the future.
     So yeah. Let me know your thoughts. If I've traumatized you too much.
     If you want more.
     The ending is intentionally left open ended, it's up to you to decide
     whether Danny chose to kill Vlad and therefore trapped himself in who
     knows where, or chose to kill himself. Unless I decide to do a second
     chapter (i have ideas and quite frankly that scares me), where we'll
     see where this goes.
     Also, if you're a fan of the Rise of the Guardians (and even if
     you're not), I recommend you check out not_poignant's The Golden Age
     That Never Was (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4782056) and
     Shadows and Light(https://archiveofourown.org/series/42417). There's
     definitely plot, but the smut scenes are awesome ^_^
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