Co-written between Tangerine Catnip and NebulousMistress

White rings flashed brightly and Danny's feet touched down soundlessly on the ornate stone steps. He swayed a little on his feet, his sleepy mind taking a moment to get used to gravity again. He rubbed his eyes and suppressed a yawn, pausing to check his watch. He still had three minutes before he was late. He glanced at the door then back out at the yard.

The grass was cut to a perfect three centimeters. Perfect, pristine and soulless. Vlad must love it.

Danny was planning to wait out the minutes before he would have to enter the mansion but the chill of the early spring air nipped at his bare forearms. He should have taken his mom's advice and brought a jacket. He reached for the handle then changed his mind, going intangible and walking right through the door.

An empty hall greeted him, filled with the usual gaudy decorations. The place just radiated evil villain; Vlad must be taking lessons from Lex Luthor.

Gathering his wits, Danny walked further into the mansion. He wandered down the main hallway and towards a large archway that looked like it led into the dining room. His instincts paid off and he soon found himself standing at the end of a large dining table. His eyes locked on Vlad who was sitting at the far end reading a newspaper, his half eaten breakfast only taking up a small part of the table. Danny walked around the empty chairs and sat his backside down in the chair next to Vlad, throwing his backpack to the ground and putting his feet up on the table. He smiled a little as he waited for the reaction.

Vlad didn't bother looking up from his newspaper as Danny sauntered in like he owned the place. Property did not warrant acknowledgment. He waited for Danny to kneel or come over to stand behind Vlad's chair or something suitably submissive. Instead the boy slouched in a chair like he'd earned the privilege of eating at the table and then...

Wait, what? He... put his feet on the table?! Vlad let the newspaper drop before zapping Daniel in the feet with ghost rays shot from his eyes. Danny yelped and backpedaled, managing to tip himself and the chair over backwards. A loud crash and a groan of pain drifted up from the floor.

"I was half expecting you not to show up," Vlad said conversationally. He brought his newspaper back up, effectively blocking the boy from view.

Slowly Danny pushed himself back up, rubbing the new bruise on his shoulder. "Yeah right, like I would give you an opportunity to go back on your word," he said. "Just my luck you would let me go the whole week then claim I had voided the terms." He glared at the fallen chair and crossed his legs, deciding he liked it better on the floor. He pouted.

Vlad glanced down at Danny on the floor. "At least now you've learned your place," he mused before folding his paper and dropping it on the table. He got up and made his way to the door, motioning for Danny to follow him.

Danny stuck out his tongue, "Learned my place..." he grumbled, getting to his feet and following Vlad. He tried his best to not look the scolded puppy he felt like.

They rounded the oak stairs and went up a level. The nerves started to spark in the teen's belly as he realized were they were likely going. A few moments later his fears were confirmed as two large doors opened into the master bedroom. Danny paused at the entryway, biting his lip. This was where Vlad slept. There was a sense of finality about that he couldn't ignore. Sure it was barely lived in since Vlad had only just moved in but the room just seemed so... him... Dark green sheets, ornate furnishings, a few smatterings of the usual gold…

Then there was the fact that he knew why he was being brought into this room. Danny's fingers closed tightly, his internal voice scolding himself for being such a wimp about this. It wasn't like he and Vlad were lovers or anything. This wasn't some huge step in any relationship.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched Vlad sauntered over to the big oak armoire, throwing the doors open with an inherent sense of dramatic flair.

It didn't quite work. A deerskin flogger was wrenched from its hook by the movement and fell to the floor. Vlad grumbled and made to pick it up before realizing... Right. He had someone for that now.

Vlad moved aside and let Danny get a good long look at the contents of this armoire. Hooks on the doors held straps and floggers, crops and whips. Inside was arrayed a selection of harnesses, costume pieces, and restraints. At the bottom were a series of drawers that opened to an array of toys. Gags in one drawer, insertables in another, assorted sundries in the third.

Vlad pointed to the flogger on the floor. "Pick that up," he ordered.

Danny was so distracted by his thoughts that the sudden order made him jump a little bit. He blinked at the display, his mind rapidly piecing together what each object might be for. He shook his head hard to purge the images that filled his imagination. He had been half expecting it, given Vlad seemed to keep this stuff on him at all times… but a whole cabinet full? Who the fuck was Vlad using this shit on? What happened to being a lonely old bachelor?

His eyes fell to the fallen whip, his imagination helpfully making a guess at the sound it would make right before making contact with his backside. He walked over, careful not to let his thoughts show in his steps. He stooped to pick it up.

The handle was firm in his fingers. He could feel the power of the object, light and springy and easy to use. He scanned the cabinet and found the hook it had fallen from, placing it back carefully making sure he didn't look too closely at anything else.

"Good boy," Vlad praised. It was an oily, facetious praise that made Danny's skin crawl. Vlad reached up and petted Danny's hair as he said it, running his fingers through the thick black locks. He would rather have had the boy hand him his toys instead of putting them away but this would do for now. Hopefully he would have Daniel at least passably trained by the end of the week.

Unlikely but still something to hope for.

"Now strip and climb onto the bed," Vlad commanded. "Lay down face-first."

"Right..." Danny replied flatly, shying away from Vlad's hand and backing away from the cabinet slowly. Once he had his back on the trove he took a breath to gather his nerves again. "Don't know why I even bothered getting dressed this morning," he muttered. The comment helped in its own little way.

He took his clothes off a little more carefully than he had last night. After all, he had morning uniform check to worry about this time. His suit looked bad enough with the scorch marks and cum stains without adding more wrinkles to the mix. He folded his pants and shirt, dropping the pile on the floor near one corner of Vlad's four poster bed. He did keep his underpants on though; Vlad never said that he needed to be completely naked.

He flopped backwards on the sheets, the mattress cradling his body. Fuck it was soft. This must be what sleeping on a cloud would be like. Danny sighed and his eyes fluttered closed. His sleepy brain pulled him under, eager for a few more minutes rest.

On the other side of the room Vlad selected a long-tailed strap from the cabinet and walked up to the side of the bed. He drew back his arm and slapped the tail down right across the middle of Danny's clothed ass cheeks. "I said strip," he ordered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Danny was jerked out of his revelry by the sudden shock of being smacked. It wasn't a sharp pain but it was enough to get him up on his knees, eyes wide. "Ghaa... alright already," he stammered, taking hold of his boxers and phasing them off.

Vlad went back to the cabinet and put the singletail back. It was perhaps a little harsh for this exercise considering Danny was expected to sit down all day. He chose a riding crop, a deerskin flogger, a woven rope cat, and a leather paddle. Not enough to hurt the boy but more than enough to wake him up and to teach him to appreciate his butt.

Danny flipped himself over, watching as Vlad laid the toys out beside him on the bed like a cook displaying his favorite carving knives. Danny fisted the covers and shifted nervously, eyeing the open door and trying to calculate how fast he could sprint towards it. "You know Vlad, I'm a little old for a spanking…" Danny said weakly. "And don't I have to do something wrong first?"

"Why, Daniel, the threat of punishment means nothing if you don't understand the meaning behind it," Vlad said, grinning. "Not merely that pain is in store if you disobey but the type of pain, the severity. Without that knowledge as a frame of reference then I might as well be threatening to punish you with a feather." He leaned a little closer to the teen, "Now lay back down and we can begin."

Vlad picked up his first tool, the deerskin flogger. He gave a few practice swings, flicking the falls so they just barely brushed the bedpost.

Danny eyed the whip nervously. The many loose strands of leather looked harmless enough but that might only last as long as one sharp hand movement from Vlad. It didn't help that he vaguely recognized it as being similar in design to something he had heard about in history class. In the medieval torture devices unit.

Easy, Fenton, Danny thought. Don't let him know your scared, he will just find it amusing. Danny turned over again, keeping his hips flush against the bedspread so he didn't have to hold them up. "You could always, you know, not hurt me. That's an option too, you know…" Danny murmured, lifting his head up. His body tensed in preparation.

Vlad raised an eyebrow. "Not hurt you?" he asked. "Why, yes, I suppose that is an option. One you seem unwilling to take. The more tense you become the more this will hurt."

"This is a deerskin flogger," Vlad said conversationally. "It's too soft to do any real harm. Its purpose is to entice and excite. The most I could do with this is raise some welts, make it uncomfortable for you to sit down for a few hours." He drew back and slapped the flogger against Danny's ass, relishing the snapping sound as dozens of leather falls impacted soft flesh. He flicked it again with a back-and-forth motion, making sure to slap Danny's butt with each downswing.

"Oh really?" Danny hissed through gritted teeth, his whole body reacting to the heavy thwap of each impact. It stung slightly and Danny fought with himself to relax. He was unaccustomed to receiving pain and not being able to return the favor. His shoulders sank and his head flopped to the mattress. His skin stung and he was keenly aware of how close his flaccid cock was to the snapping leather. He pulled the thighs together and shifted his weight, the movement having the adverse effect of giving Vlad more to work with. He turned his head and looked up at Vlad, his stare defiant even as his teeth dug into his lip. "You'll have to try harder if you want me to cry, Plasmius."

"Oh, I assure you the purpose of this exercise is not to make you cry," Vlad said. "Nor is it to break you. Or make you bleed or have you sobbing for mercy or whatever excuse you're thinking of to maintain your resistance." He drew back and nearly slammed the falls of the flogger against Daniel's ass, giving him a taste of the absolute worst that this flogger was capable of.

Vlad then pulled it away and laid it back on the bed. He rubbed his hand over Danny's skin, feeling the heated flesh with his bare hands. A couple of little welts that would fade in a few minutes. Otherwise unmarred. Bright red but unmarred. "Blush is a good color for you," he commented.

Danny muttered something under his breath, his hips lifting a little. Vlad's hands felt cool against his raw skin and he had to admit that the touches felt… nice. His heartbeat jumped just a tiny bit, beating harder in his chest as the small hint of excitement. "Sometimes I wish you would hurt me though, gives me more reasons to hate you.," Danny thought aloud, a little too preoccupied by wondering why this felt good to really think that he was saying. His eyes were unfocused as he went over the display of whips in his mind. Now what?

Vlad rubbed his hand over Danny's heated flesh before slapping it with his hand. "You need to hate me because you still insist upon seeing the world in black and white," he said. "Only love and only hate. Only allies and only enemies. Only pleasure and only pain."

He picked up the next toy, the leather paddle. "This hurts much less than a wooden one," he said. He gave each of Danny's butt cheeks three good whacks, earning a gasp for each one. Danny wiggled a little, trying to shift so the paddle was smacking skin that wasn't quite so raw.

"It doesn't sting nearly as much," Vlad continued. "In fact I'd wager it hurts less than when I use my hand on you, doesn't it? I'm not sure I remember. It's been years since I let someone use their bare hand on me..."

"Besides when I punch you right?" Danny jibed, ever the smartass even under pressure. At least he got something out of his love of one liners. His tongue was loose this morning though, maybe it was Vlad insisting on talking right through his treatment. "I can't tell, everything is kind of blending together..." His musing was interrupted by another whack, followed by a loud moan. Fuck… now he was moaning.

It probably wouldn't have been so bad if it was any other part of his body but his ass in particular required him to be prone and exposed when he received his punishment. Fuuuuck…

"There's a difference between a gloved hand and a bare hand," Vlad mused. "A very important difference." He put the paddle down and rubbed his hands over Danny's ass again. His skin was hot, hot and needy if that moan was anything to go by. Vlad almost regretted leaving the harsh toys for last. Almost. Aww, but this meant he would have to be careful not to damage his newest toy. It wouldn't do for Daniel to be unable to sit through classes because of unintentional welts.

If Danny was going to have a hard time sitting still Vlad wanted every shift, every twinge of pain to be deliberate.

Vlad pulled away, grabbing the rope cat. "This..." he began, pausing for effect. "This is most akin to what you learned about in history class. The cat o' nine tails was usually woven of thick cord or leather. It was a horrible punishment that could rend flesh. This... is nowhere near as powerful. It's far too soft."

He gave Danny four good whacks, two to each cheek. The knots at the ends of the falls left dark red spots that faded into the burning blush that was the rest of his flesh.

Danny really flinched this time, the places where the knots hit him stung hot like burns but without the numbing sensation. Another moan, this one with a tad more pain mixed in. A hand shot out and griped Vlad's thigh tightly, his fingers tightening with every solid hit Vlad gained.

Vlad bit his lip as he watched the welts threaten to rise. He wanted to keep going. But no. No, this first session was for Daniel, not for him. He would indulge himself later. Perhaps after Daniel returned from school...

Danny could detect the traces of lust in Vlad's voice when he spoke now. He held onto that knowledge even as the sensation in his rump threatened to black out his thoughts. "I hope I look good like this, Plasmius," he growled, his voice failing him mid-sarcasm as another gasp of pain made him jerk against the whip.

Vlad purred. He put the rope cat back next to the other toys and brought both hands down to rub and knead the muscles of Danny's ass. "You have no idea how delectable you look right now," he admitted, letting just a trace of sadism into his voice. "You'd look better if I could make you scream. But that will have to wait until later." He wanted to forgo school. Just straddle the boy here, hold him down and take him, keep him tied to this bed all day long, longer. But... Well... Vlad didn't get to where he was today without learning patience.

Vlad pulled away, reaching for the very last toy in the group. "This is the riding crop," he said. "When it's properly weighted it can be classified as a lethal weapon. But this one is not. It's never even been used on a horse. Its touch can be feather soft..." He dragged the tongue of the crop along Danny's skin, tracing the contours of his back from his shoulders all the way down to his thighs.

Danny exhaled deeply through his mouth. After nothing but the whacks of the other whips he was very much appreciating this new toy. The strip of leather slid down his back, creating a sensation like a soft tickle. He could still feel it on his skin a few seconds after it had moved on; he couldn't help his shiver.

"It can caress like a lover." Vlad drew the tongue of the crop along the crease between his ass cheeks and his thighs, adding pressure so the leather dragged with some force.

As the soft drag headed to sensitive territory Danny bit his lip, suddenly aware of an ache in his lower tummy. It took him a second to realize it was the need to have something inside him that was responsible. Like it or not, his body had learned that this was how it received pleasure and it was hard to think of anything else with Vlad so close, his overstimulated skin alighting his sex drive in a way he hadn't thought possible.

"It can sting like a bee." He slapped Danny hard at the top of each thigh.

A snap of sudden pain and Danny cried out, a small part of his upper thighs throbbing with the fresh hit. How this thing was supposed to work on a horse the teenager had no idea but Vlad could use it to manipulate him like a toy.

Vlad put the crop down, his point demonstrated. "I can make you feel anything I want you to feel, Daniel," he said. "Pleasure, pain, everything in-between, all at once. Often all with the same tool. A week of your time gives me ample opportunity to explore every facet of sensation you could imagine and a fair number you have never dreamed of. Surely you didn't think this week would be nothing but pain for you? Or that I'd spend the entire time mindlessly fucking you over and over? Of course not. You know me better than that, don't you, my little badger." He chuckled as he gathered the toys and put them away in the armoire.

"And now there are two important things that must be dealt with before you can get dressed and be off to school."

Danny pushed himself up, a whine escaping before he could stop himself. He was half hard at this point, his backside still hurt and the ache... Vlad wasn't going to do anything about it? Danny shook his head. Of course not, this was all part of the game, of the chase. It had been months since they had had sex, proper sex… And as usual Danny would wait for it, not ask for it. Asking was something he wouldn't let himself even consider. Asking would mean he lost.

"I never really liked to think about what you would do if I let myself fall into your hands," Danny admitted, his voice slightly husky. He remedied that fact with a cough. He rolled over unto his back again, making sure most of his weight was on his shoulders and not his butt.

"You should," Vlad said. He went to the dressing table and pulled from it a certain butt plug, a bottle of lube, and a stack of folded clothing. This is what he'd hoped Danny would have been wearing all the while with the whole school uniform thing. Although there were certain... differences... Vlad was quite assured that Danny would look exactly like any other student at the high school in this.

Vlad dropped the uniform on a nearby chair before squeezing a handful of lube from the bottle. The plug buzzed lightly in his hands as he used his ghost powers to warm the lube. "I don't recall saying you could turn over," he warned.

Danny wrapped his arms around himself, hugging his legs close for comfort. He gave Vlad a dirty look but the way his shoulders were trembling rather defused the venom. "Sorry, master, should I ask your permission before breathing as well?" Danny snapped. He didn't make a fuss about turning over, though, this time holding himself up and forward. If any bit of Vlad's training sunk in it was definitely the part about how to prop up his ass for easy penetration. Danny bit down on his lip, finding himself looking forward to having the plug resting inside him again. Odds were that would change as soon as he entered homeroom though...

Vlad held his palmful of lube. He calmly put the plug on the bed then swatted Danny's red, sensitive ass with the palm of his dry hand. Danny shrieked in a manner he would have found intolerably girly had he not been in too much shock to hear his own voice. The pain traveled up his spine like a lightning strike and his knees collapsed. He swore loudly into the comforter. Still worth it though.

"There's no need for such commentary," Vlad said, his voice the very definition of nonchalance as he picked up the plug again and slathered it with lube. He then reached down with a lubed finger and rubbed it against Danny's asshole. He pressed it inside, wiggling it around to open him up. Pain made one tense and a tense Daniel was not one that would take the plug very easily. Vlad pressed a second finger inside, scissoring them to spread him even further.

He pulled his fingers out then pushed them in again, rubbing the little nodule he knew was there, that he knew always made Danny moan so pretty...

Perfect.

Vlad pulled his fingers out and started to press the plug inside.

The fingertips pressing gently against his prostate left far too soon for Danny's tastes; the silicon of the plug was both a welcome and feared replacement. There was a moment of discomfort as the fattest part of the plug entered him then it fell into place, his inner walls settling around it and holding on tight.

Danny curiously slid his own hand between his legs and pulled on the plug's flange lightly, like Vlad had done yesterday. He was still amazed at how his body accepted it and refused to let go. He tried moving it around little, his legs twitching slightly as he held them up. His eyes closed as he tried to picture spending a whole school day like this.

Vlad sat back and watched as Danny played with the plug in his ass. As he wiggled and squirmed and tugged at it like he wasn't sure what to do. Like he didn't know if he loved it or hated it. Vlad reached out and pressed a finger to the flange, pressing the plug into him. He turned his hand invisible, feeling the plug's vibration buzzing up his arm. A little reminder...

Vlad pulled away and used strategic intangibility along with a towel to clean his hands. "And now the second thing you'll be wearing today," he purred.

Danny blinked, recovering from the reminder. He looked at his old uniform then back at Vlad, completely failing to notice the outfit on the nearby chair. "What I'll be wearing..." he repeated, confused. Images of short shorts and maid outfits in his head only added to his confusion. "But if I wear anything but my uniform I have to go home and change," Danny said. "Those were your rules."

"I took the liberty of having a new uniform made for you," Vlad said, picking up the entire outfit and dropping it on the bed next to Danny. "Something that fits you the way it's supposed to. Along with a little... something... to remind you of your obligations for this week."

As soon as Danny pulled the shirt up to look it over a tiny silk garment dropped to the bedcovers. He looked at it for a moment before what it was clicked along with Vlad's words. "You have got to be kidding me," Danny groaned, holding the undergarment up with two fingers like he was scared he would catch cooties from it. A thin, intolerably flimsy piece of soft material made for covering a flat crotch... and the pattern… little cats faces and paw prints...

"Why do you have to have all the most awkward fetishes..." Danny pouted. "If Dash finds out I'm wearing these he'll hang me from the flagpole by them!"

"Which is why I've supplied you with a pair of pants that fit," Vlad drawled. "I'll not have you seen in a uniform that seems to be held together by ghost powers and hope. Get dressed. You're dangerously close to being late for school as it is. You may even have to..." Vlad smirked. "...fly."

Danny blanched, the threat hitting its target. He snatched at his shirt and pulled it on, stopping halfway when he noticed how the material slid over his skin. It was cool and loose and slid over his skin like silk... wait... This shirt was silk… almost unbearably soft and far too comfy to be school clothes. He shot Vlad a confused look and picked up the sweater vest. It felt even softer than the shirt but warm and heavy; it was cashmere… "Only the best for your pet, hm?" he asked, not looking the elder man in the eyes. He knew the gift was not a show of affection; rather it was something to improve his possession, like buying new tires for a car.

Vlad plucked the tie from the pile of clothing. "Only the best for my pet," he agreed. He hadn't thought of using the word 'pet' for Daniel before. It had a nice ring to it, a pleasant feeling... He waited until Danny had the shirt buttoned and then wrapped the tie around his neck. He slid the silk tie to where it should be and tied it in a neat, practiced windsor knot. Then he allowed Danny to pull the sweater vest on over his head.

And now for the lower half. Vlad picked up the pair of silk panties and held them out for Danny, almost dangling them in front of the boy's nose.

Danny snatched them from Vlad, huffing loudly. "I'm on it, I'm on it. Don't get your pan-" Danny's voice gave out on him mid-comeback as he realized that was the absolute worst metaphor to be using right now. He shook his head and rolled back on his shoulders, sliding the tiny piece of underwear up his legs. God this was humiliating, probably why Vlad wanted him to do it in the first place. He felt his cheeks blush red but there wasn't much to be done about that now.

The panties fit tightly against his hips, the soft material feeling undeniably nice against his raw skin. Danny let go of the waistband only to find himself with a new problem. His cock was still hard from the spanking and the insertion of the plug, and there wasn't enough room. The waistband pinned his manhood against his lower tummy, the tip sticking out over the lacy top. Danny's hand strayed between his legs, stroking himself gently as he tried to work out how to tuck it in.

And here was a new problem. Vlad clamped Danny's wrists in his hands and pulled them away from his cock. He used them as leverage to pull Danny close, to settle the boy's thin back against his chest. Perfect for leaning over to lick at his neck and whisper in his ear. "One thing I forgot to mention," he murmured. "You're not allowed to touch that."

Vlad chuckled at the expression he imagined must be on Danny's face. "Your pleasure is mine, remember? That means all of it. I alone get to decide when or if you will be allowed to cum. That means no masturbating at school. I don't care how hard you get or how much you need it or how powerfully you make that plug in your ass vibrate. You are not allowed release. Do I make myself clear?"

Danny gulped, tugging against Vlad's hold on his wrists but not making any kind of progress. Masturbating at school? That was just.. no..no way. He wouldn't do something like that... even if...

Danny shifted and he felt the plug shift within him. So that was Vlad's plan then… drive him insane with the need for release so he would come crawling to the elder halfa, begging for his touch. Danny leaned back against Vlad. If that was his plan he had another thing coming; Danny wasn't some whore who couldn't control his lust. He promised himself right there and then that he wouldn't stoop to Vlad's expectations... no matter what.

The strength of his emotion made his eyes flash and the responding buzz made him jerk in Vlad's hold. His cock throbbed against the material of the panties… well, no one said it would be easy. "Crystal clear," Danny responded quietly.

Vlad let go of his wrists. The elder half's hands snaked their way to the front of Danny's panties to adjust the boy so he fit within his uniform's... unique undergarments. Once he finally ceased being so aroused Danny would be able to adjust himself to fit into his panties better than this.

Ceased being aroused. That was funny. So very unlikely.

"Finish getting dressed," Vlad whispered. "I'll drive you to school."

Danny bit his lip. If he was seen getting out of the mayors car at school it would only further convince everyone that he really was Vlad's second in command. Not to mention get him more questions from Tucker and Sam... On the other hand though it would save him from having to fly and being associated with Vlad wouldn't be the death sentence it was now by next Monday. If Vlad kept his end of the bargain.

In the end it was the thought of having to walk the extra distance with the plug that swayed him. He nodded and found his pants. "Okay then.."

A hand rested on the top of his head, ruffling his hair and stroking back the black strands almost like he was being petted. Danny pouted and leaned against Vlad, the difference between their heights even more dramatic when they were standing side by side.

It was odd feeling, the same hand that once wrapped around his neck rubbing his back in slow reassuring circles. The palm pressed flat against his shoulders and he was guided out of Vlad's bedroom and down the stairs. The limo was already waiting outside but Danny didn't remember seeing it before. Vlad must have told the driver to meet him at this time beforehand. Vlad opened the door and gestured for Danny to step inside.

The door closed with a melodic thump behind them.