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Stress Relief	By : PariahLight Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 7265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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ETA: 2012, came back and found all my stories had weird, messed-up formatting. Should be fixed now!
This US Thanksgiving, I had kind reviews to be thankful for! :D I’m glad that some people enjoyed the story, and thanks so much for the comments! <3 Since I haven’t written fics like this in a long time (years? >.>;) I’m happy to hear from readers who liked it, it’s very encouraging.
This chapter is much heavier on the smut and lighter on the plot, though we see a little more of Danny (ah, so to speak!) The smut is also rather weird/kinky. It’s much harder than the previous chapter, and has some odd stuff in it! Just want to warn you.
But, if this sort of kink is not to your tastes, please don’t be discouraged either. I hope for each chapter to have something ‘different,’ although maintaining the basic set-up. Also, I don’t think Danny will take all of this perversion without finally seeking a little revenge, eventually. XD
Thank you for reading!
--“Pariah Light”

Daniel was ‘visiting’ again. Time and contemplation had given Plasmius the chance to be better prepared this time, to anticipate this encounter and equip himself appropriately. Whatever inappropriate perversions he might accuse Daniel of harboring, he was finding to his personal delight that he had more than a handful of ideas himself that were born as soon as he realized the potential before him. The potential in Daniel’s body: a body inhuman in nature, developed to the peak of health, a body that had remained somewhat lithe and remarkably flexible while developing a remarkable musculature, a body that, outside of the little dress-up games he’d played with Sam Manson, remained completely virgin. She’d given him a bit of oral sex (apparently the one circumstance under which she’d eat meat) and they’d gone at it like any normal heterosexual couple, albeit a heterosexual couple dressed up in a lot of black latex and faux leather, but as far as Vlad’s ideas were concerned, Daniel might as well be a virgin. A blushing, handsome, green-eyed and white-haired 24 year old virgin. All that potential which had been squandered in the past would be taken care of now, and he had no intention of ending this little game until Daniel had been exploited from head to toe… or ghostly tail, for that matter.
Then again, Daniel could end it. All it would take would be a harsh struggle, a real effort for freedom, and they’d go back to the old song-and-dance number of fighting and insult trading and Diabolical Villain versus Pure-Hearted Hero. Poor deluded boy. But Daniel hadn’t escaped yet…
His eyes were glowing threateningly and his teeth were gritted with anger, but Vlad had never found Daniel’s glowing eyes to be frightening even when Daniel was perfectly free. This time, he’d altered the bindings, left Daniel partially standing and partially dangling from a table tilted at nearly 90 degrees. His arms were pinned to the table, as were his feet, but the real change came from the bindings around Daniel’s chest. One under the arms, tight enough that it very nearly held Daniel up itself without letting Daniel slip enough to feel the weight at his armpits, and another under near the decline of the chest equally tight. It was very important that Daniel keep still during this, and so out of consideration for his ‘partner’s safety Vlad had increased those two bindings to the usual, maximum level. The arms and legs might still break free, giving Daniel leverage to escape, but he wouldn’t twist his chest at an inopportune time. That would be tragic, after all—who knew what kind of damage it might do, and considering the amount of time Vlad had spent planning this and developing the chemical mix just right, it would be an absolute waste. Terrible.
“You are a sick, sick man,” Danny informed him with utter sincerity in his voice, though Vlad thought the redness in Daniel’s cheeks and the faint hint of a growing erection in his pants told a rather different story.
“At least I have good company,” Vlad answered back with cheer, before grabbing the scalpel he’d brought for this occasion. Danny paled, taking away the pink on his cheeks and replacing it with a nearly ghostly pallor.
“What do you think you’re…?” It wasn’t entirely fear in his voice, but Vlad was perversely pleased that Daniel sounded hesitant, as though toying with his own options. A Daniel who’d quietly sit back while things were cut off of him was a bit worse than a Daniel who’d allow things to be put in him, and Vlad desired the latter quite a bit more than the former. Daniel needed to retain some of his spirit to be worth playing with.
“Redecorating,” Vlad answered, before he pulled up an edge of the tight-fitting hazmat suit turned superhero uniform and began to cut. Daniel visibly relaxed, then tensed again as Vlad imagined he probably thought he should at being stripped. Instead of taking the top off, Vlad satisfied himself with the logo and the area around it, leaving Daniel’s upper chest nicely exposed. “That’s rather a better look for you, you know. You should try keeping it.”
“You first,” Daniel’s sour response came.
“Dear boy, that doesn’t make much sense. I said it was a good look for you. I happen to look better in layers. Now, then, let’s start, shall we?” Vlad reached over to his lab table, to grab the suction device he’d placed earlier for this purpose and a syringe.
“Let’s not, shall we? It’s bad enough you—HEY!” Daniel’s alarm spiked again, as his eyes began following the path of the syringe. “What the hell is that?”
“Oh, nothing to worry about,” Vlad reassured him breezily. “Nothing that will make anything fall off, I promise. Now, then…”
Perhaps it was Daniel’s pale ghostly skin coloring, but his nipples were rather cutely pink in Phantom form, an improvement over the pale brown shade of Fenton’s in Vlad’s opinion. (His own were sort of a dark blue in ghost form; he didn’t really think much of that, although the purplish blue shade of his cock still seemed a bit off to him.) Color aside, they were already a bit hard thanks to the cold and Daniel’s suppressed urges, and it took very little digital manipulation to ensure they were fully erect and ready for the next part of this project. Daniel had quieted down, restraining himself to slight intakes of breath at Vlad’s touch.
Really, Daniel, you’re barely even trying to throw yourself into your role anymore. But then, it was Vlad’s duty as the instigator and the planning force behind these encounters to keep Daniel’s interest in the game alive. That interest seemed to spark back up as Vlad applied the first of the suction devices, pulling one pink nipple up a bit further than nature had intended and getting a satisfying gasp from Daniel.
“Seriously… what the hell… are you doing?!” Daniel was craning his head down, trying to see. The suction was strong enough to be a bit painful, judging from the wince on Daniel’s face. No wonder Daniel seemed interested again.
“Not much, yet.” Vlad took the first syringe, and paused to allow Daniel the moment of panicked struggling. “Come, now, Daniel, it wouldn’t be the first time I injected something into you or drew something out of you…”
“Yeah, and that never winds up good, does it?!” Daniel’s hands were opening and closing, the bonds glowing faintly green as they withstood his controlled fear reaction. “Especially when you’re already putting crazy things on my… on me!”
“They’re called nipples, Daniel, you can say the word, you know.” Vlad almost laughed at the inappropriate bashfulness, considering the situation. Instead, he carefully lined the syringe’s tip with the spot beside the bulb of the suction device designed to fit it. “I suggest you hold still, Daniel, or this might hurt.”
“Wait a minute, there is no way that you’re…!”
Vlad had to admit to himself that he felt a bit giddy as he pushed the needle forward, through the tiny plastic hole designed for it and then into Daniel himself. The chest bindings were doing their job admirably; all Daniel could move of his chest came from breathing, and Vlad avoided any jostling from that by resting the balls of his hands on Daniel’s chest as he worked, following that not quite even rise and fall. The syringe’s narrow tip had also been well-chosen, slipping into Daniel’s nipple from the side without so much as a drop of blood being spilled. While Daniel gasped and blinked down in silent astonishment, Vlad began to slowly press down on the plunger at the syringe’s tip, letting the almost microscopic amount of liquid into Daniel with care. Even as slowly as he pressed it in, the liquid was all placed within moments, and Vlad deftly pulled the syringe free and released the suction with one move, a tiny drop of the clear liquid escaping from the hole before it was already healed shut, the nipple seeming utterly unchanged aside from a slight redness.
That appearance was given the lie by Daniel’s expression, as he stared down at Vlad’s work with an increasingly red face and a mouth slightly open, perhaps surprised but Vlad thought he could hear the rhythm of Daniel’s breathing turning to a slight pant.
“It’s my own design, I hope you enjoy it. It should increase their sensitivity quite a bit for a few days.” Daniel’s head jerked up to glare at Vlad, but Vlad was unmoved—after all, what was the point in their little meetings if they couldn’t risk a bit of inconvenience afterwards? Or, well, a bit of Daniel’s inconvenience. “I hope you weren’t planning on wearing any shirts for the next week, it might be a bit much for you. Oh, and since I thought increased sensitivity ought to have something to sense, I added a bit of an itching solution. Don’t worry, my dear boy, that will wear off in only a matter of hours,” Vlad added helpfully.
Daniel was twisting again now, his hands clenched into fists that didn’t quite break free, his head shaking back and forth for a moment as he closed his eyes, rather charmingly lost in the moment. Rather than continue, Vlad paused to watch, appreciating the look of sweat on flushed skin and the way Daniel seemed unable to decide between biting down or gasping. He’d adjust to the strange new sensation, no doubt… but why rush things while Daniel was still ‘enjoying’ this first taste so much?
Finally, with a few heavy breaths, Daniel managed to focus himself again, looking at Vlad with an absolutely delicious and murderous gaze. That gaze turned to startled panic as Vlad turned to the other nipple, already obligingly hard out of sympathy.
“Come on, did you think I would do one and not the other? That would be unbalanced,” Vlad scolded. Daniel’s expression as Vlad repeated the procedure was remarkable, and Vlad had to remind himself to focus on his work and not on the mix of dread and anticipation Daniel was so poor at hiding. Soon the experiment’s active stage was complete, leaving only one more step—observation. The best part of the experiment, where one found out the results of one’s labors.
He was rewarded well. Daniel managed to restrain his reactions better at first this time, likely able to anticipate and try to brace himself, but soon the double onslaught of sensation was too much. Daniel twisted in his bonds, made little endearing noises, strained his shoulders at the inability to do something about the feelings that were doubtlessly overwhelming him. Within Daniel’s suit, his cock was twitching visibly in reaction to the stimulation, another kind of itch (or perhaps the same one, transferred) that Daniel himself was helpless to reach. Vlad really felt he should wait… watch Daniel a little longer, as the young man tried to regain control of himself, to stop his own squirming, to hold back the little gasping breaths that let Vlad know how much even the cool air in the room with no other external stimulation was likely arousing the boy. It was like a work of art.
Then again, this was performance art. Giving in finally to impulse, Vlad leaned forward and blew hot air lightly over one nipple, just to see what would happen. To his surprise, Daniel let out a loud groan, and shuddered once in his bonds, then went limp. It wasn’t until Vlad glanced down that he realized what had happened, from the clearish-white liquid that had seeped slightly through the suit at Daniel’s now-limp cock. Vlad grinned, and his grin widened as Daniel shifted, then looked alarmed and ashamed at what had happened.
“They are sensitive, aren’t they? I believe I may have outdone myself.” Vlad commented with undisguised pleasure, before reaching out to touch Daniel’s chest. Danny flinched, but Vlad didn’t touch the oversensitized nipples, only running his fingertips back and forth in the valley between Daniel’s pectoral muscles, feeling the quickness of Daniel’s heartbeat post-orgasm. The heart rate increased as Vlad let his fingers stray from the path, coming closer to the nipple he hadn’t blown on before. Really, Daniel’s self-control was remarkable. If the solution was working as Vlad had intended, the sensation of itching and aching for touch should have been entirely overwhelming at this point, but he was restraining himself to noises that weren’t quite groans and holding very still. Still, until Vlad’s fingertip grazed the aureole lightly, and then his shoulders shook and he let out another heartfelt moan, though it was too soon for him to come again. Too soon, which meant he could focus on his poor abused chest more thoroughly…
“Pl… please.” Daniel finally gasped out. The sound was delightful, and Vlad wanted to hear more.
“Please what?” he prompted hopefully. All he received in return was a green-eyed glare under limp white hair, but Vlad decided that was enough. His gloved fingertip stroked across the top of the nipple, only for a moment, and Daniel wailed. Not a Wail of destruction, simply a noise of desperation, delicious. Without the influence of drugs as an excuse, Vlad found himself also entranced and aroused, as he touched again, prompting Daniel to jerk his head back and forth helplessly before growling another request.
“Just do something!!”
It was a thorough invitation, worded far too loosely for safety’s sake, but Vlad honorably (or so he rather thought) restricted himself to only the lightest touches, at most a very faint tug, listening to Daniel moan and call and watching him jerk back and forth in his bonds. Before long, Daniel was teary-eyed from the frustration of the position Vlad had placed him in; unbearably craving something to touch him and soothe that itching which was buried within the nipple itself, yet so sensitized that even the slightest touch was enough to drive him half-crazy. By the time they were done, Daniel had come three times, all of them in his uniform as somehow Vlad found the idea of the increasing uncomfortable stickiness there very arousing. Arousing enough that he added to it, flicking a thumb across Daniel’s right nipple in a relentless pattern with one hand while stroking himself with the other, coming onto the crotch of Daniel’s uniform without actually rubbing against the boy, only adding to the layers of semen drying there.
Finally the itching solution’s effects were gone, leaving only very sore and aching but still hard nipples and an utterly exhausted Daniel. Vlad always recorded each of these encounters from multiple angles, but for this he took actual, old fashioned photographs with an ordinary camera just to see the look of tired dismay on Daniel’s face. Images of the hero of the world with nipples erect and swollen bright red as though they’d been sucked rather thoroughly, come dying the black crotch of his suit white, a limp face and posture that spoke of complete debauchment.
Finally, he unlocked the bonds, letting Daniel slide limp as an eel into his arms, then pressed a final syringe into the small of Daniel’s back while the young man wasn’t looking. After all, he’d have to get home, and they couldn’t have him flying through the Ghost Zone in such a state, could they? He’d wake up safely in bed, though wearing anything on his chest… or for that matter, going topless in a heavy breeze… would be a very arousing and very inescapable reminder of their encounter today. Vlad looked forward to the spy tapes.
“You bastard.” Daniel hissed, sprawled on the cold tile floor of his apartment’s bathroom, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he pinched one of the sensitized nipples with a fierceness that even Vlad hadn’t attempted. “Vlad, you dirty son of a, you filthy…” His other hand was stroking his cock, pumping relentlessly as though demanding immediate release. But then, without warning, he stopped. Taking a deep breath, Daniel removed both his hands from himself, and kept his eyes closed as he paused. Opening his eyes again, he looked down at his erection… then his left hand began to grip around the base, trying to hold back, while the right began tugging cruelly at the other nipple, Daniel’s head tilting back from the sensation. “You filthy, you…!”
Vlad stared at the video with rapt attention, watching as Daniel made every effort to hold off his orgasm as long as possible, before finally coming in a rather spectacular series of spurts all over his own legs and his bathroom floor. Daniel’s hands sank to his sides, he gasped to catch his breath again… then winced and gave an almost comedically regretful look at his now swollen and sore-looking nipples.
Well, if Daniel wanted to make things worse on himself… that was a challenge, wasn’t it? Vlad resolved that eventually—long after the drugs in his system had fully run their course, to ensure Daniel wasn’t too jaded—they’d have to pierce those nipples. Really, Daniel had looked as though he needed to grip rather tightly to yank on them, and a handle should help with that. Vlad was doing all this for him, after all.

Thanks for reading! Feedback or responses are always appreciated. :D
Yeah, fellows can’t have ‘multiple orgasms,’ but the drugs did last for hours…
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