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The air against Danny’s skin was dry and warm. And also against way too much skin. He opened his eyes—only to slam them shut as the bright light hammered his head through his eyes. Too much. It was all too much.
Dammit, he recognized this. He’d been drugged again. What was Vlad planning this time?
After a few moments he was able to open his eyes. He was in Vlad’s lab. Again. He threw his head back and groaned. What was the Froot Loop up to now?
He lifted his head and looked down again. There were straps across his chest, abdomen, both arms, one right above his hips, and several straps down his legs holding them up and open. Aside from the straps he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
A chill that had nothing to do with the air ran down Danny’s body. It couldn't be. Vlad wouldn't—would he?
“I see you’ve shaken off the drug faster than anticipated,” said a voice. Danny looked up to see Vlad approaching. The man had unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and was rolling them up his arms. “Pity that. I had hoped to shield you from the initial unpleasantness. Oh, well.”
“What?” Given the things that Vlad had no problem doing to Danny when he was awake, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Vlad determined was “unpleasant.” “Vlad, what’s going on?”
“I had a thought,” Vlad said calmly. He stopped at a sink (since when was there a sink in the lab? Danny couldn't remember seeing one the last time he was down there) and washed his hands. “I also did some exploring. The Ghost Zone is a large place. It connects to other times, other worlds, and other dimensions.” Vlad finished washing his hands and then dried them before putting gloves on.
Dread was making itself more and more known to Danny. He knew, better than anyone, that the calmer Vlad seemed to be was the biggest indicator of how unhinged the man was about to be. He struggled against the straps, but they were immovable.
“There are multiple other worlds. I’ll have to take you on a tour one day, when this is done. In particular, I want to take you to visit this one world.” Vlad turned and was holding a red box. It was a small plastic box that easily fit in Vlad’s hand. Despite that, there was something ominous about the thing. Vlad set the box to the side and picked up what looked like an alcohol wipe. “Quite the interesting little world,” Vlad said with a chuckle. He grabbed Danny’s dick and balls with one hand.
“Hey!” protested Danny. He flinched as the cold wipe was used on the area between his balls and butt. “Stop that!” He tried to squirm away, but the straps wouldn't move.
“Do stop squirming, Daniel,” Vlad said as the cool wipe moved. The touch was cold and clinical. He couldn't decide if that made it worse or better. “I’ve got to make sure there’s nothing to interfere with the parasite.”
“Parasite?” What was Vlad planning to do to him?
Vlad hummed. “Well,” he said thoughtfully as the wipe continued on its path between dick and ass, “they call it a parasite I think it’s really more of a—symbiotic relationship.”
What the Hell was Vlad saying? Danny tried to summon his ghost half, but nothing. Nothing was happening. “Stop!” he protested.
“There we are,” said Vlad, ignoring Danny’s protests. He always did, especially if they weren’t something he wanted to hear.
Vlad, keeping one hand on Danny’s genitals, used the other to open the little red box. And pulled out something that look suspiciously fleshy. “Don’t,” Danny pleaded.
His plea was ignored as Vlad pressed the thing against Danny’s skin, laying it neatly in the fold of flesh between his legs. “There we are,” said Vlad with satisfaction as he released Danny and stepped back. He took off the gloves and threw them away before closing the box. “I’ll be back once it has had time to settle.”
“Settle?” repeated Danny in panic.
Vlad ignored him and left.
Danny struggled fruitlessly against the straps. They had no give. He couldn't phase through them. He couldn't even go ghost.
He had no idea what was going on. What was Vlad planning? And why did he feel the need to infect Danny with a parasite? And why—why down there?
Danny knew that Vlad had an unhealthy obsession with his mother, but he’d never considered that obsession might shift to Danny himself. He—
He shifted as prickling warmth started to infuse his lower body. What? What was this?
The warmth spread, slowly going deeper. It didn’t hurt, it—it might make this more bearable if it did hurt. At least then he’d have an idea of what was going on. But this—this didn’t—
He gasped as dick started to throb. What? He could feel it filling up as the warmth continued.
No. No! He would not be aroused by this! He could feel tears prickle in his eyes as he vainly tried to escape, to rub the—the parasite off— something.
He couldn't stop the noise that escaped him as his dick throbbed again. He flung his head to the side—it was the only part of him he could move—as he heard the sound of something dripping. He also felt—wet, down there.
What was happening to him?
He didn’t know how long he was in that aroused limbo, trying to escape when Vlad returned. “I see the parasite is settling in quite nicely.”
Danny forced his watering eyes open to see Vlad staring at him. The man’s face wore an expression that Danny was more used to seeing directed at his mother. Danny gasped and trembled as another bolt of arousal shot through him, eyes closing almost involuntarily.
“Oh, yes. Quite nicely.” Danny heard the sound of gloves being put on. Then footsteps approaching. He couldn't blink the tears out of his eyes fast enough to see, but he could feel Vlad hovering over him. Feel the man’s body heat close to him, so close, almost close enough—
Almost close enough for what? What the Hell was happening to Danny?
One of Vlad’s gloved hands gently began to run fingers up and down Danny’s dick and the boy cried out. He didn’t want it—but it felt so, so good. “No,” he protested. He could feel more tears leaking from his eyes.
Vlad’s other hand trailed down before a finger slipped inside.
In—side?
That—that should be solid skin. There shouldn't be anything there to go in. What—what had Vlad done to him?
Danny gasped as a second finger joined the first, the first hand still lazily trailing up and down Danny’s erect penis while the stretch both soothed and increased a throbbing ache within him. “No,” he protested. “Stop it!” he begged as the heat increased slowly taking over more and more of his focus.
Vlad gave a considering hum. “Not yet, I think.” Suddenly one of Vlad’s fingers—of the same hand that was somehow inside Danny—brushed against something. Pleasure shot through Danny that was so intense his vision went white for a moment.
Danny gasped, trying to get air. He rapidly blinked his eyes, trying to clear them of the tears blurring his vision. He was afraid of what would happen if he couldn't see Vlad. (A very small part of him pointed out that seeing what was happening wasn’t going to change anything.)
Vlad was leering down at him with an expression Danny had never seen on the older man’s face before. Not towards his mother, not towards—anyone. It sent chills through him that had nothing to do with the temperature. “Why, Daniel,” said Vlad. The hand, the one that had been inside Danny came up and gently caressed Danny’s chest, leaving a thin coating of some kind of slick substance (it wasn’t him; he didn’t make it; he didn’t make; it couldn't have been from him) everywhere the hand touched. “You look positively ravishing like this,” Vlad continued.
The lack of attention—down there—was allowing Danny to think. To react, to respond. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “It’s like—like you’re going to rape me!”
Vlad gave another considering hum. “Not yet, Daniel. After all, the womb isn’t finished yet.”
Womb? Danny valiantly ignored the “yet” portion of the sentence. “Womb?” he demanded as another chill wracked him.
Not just a chill. Something—something else. It was making all of his muscles tremble and he could feel several of them crying out in pain.
Vlad merely smiled, as though he was giving a gentle, fatherly lecture. Given the situation, the expression made Danny’s skin crawl. Well, more than it usually did when that was turned on him. “That’s the function of this little parasite. It creates a womb. It also creates an odd little organ off that womb that will—well, ‘harvest’ isn’t quite the right word, but I don’t know a better one—will harvest DNA from you to make an egg.” The smile widened and took on a lecherous tone. “You’re going to get pregnant.”
No. No! Danny refused. And even if Danny had ever, in the farthest reaches of possibility, thought that he wanted to get pregnant, he certainly wouldn't want to be pregnant by Vlad of all people! He started struggling again. There had to be some way, something he could do, to get out of this.
Vlad merely chuckled at his struggles and moved his hand from Danny’s chest to—to put his fingers inside Danny again. “Oh, yes,” Vlad said as his fingers moved, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through Danny’s aching body. “You’ll look absolutely adorable with a child in your womb. Growing little by little.” Each word was accompanied by a caress, and the hand on Danny’s dick tightened—not a lot, just enough. Then it began to pump at the same time the fingers inside him stroked. “Imagine how it’ll be, having an infant in your arms,” said Vlad. His voice was low, husky.
“No,” gasped Danny. He wouldn't—wouldn’t—the pleasure spiked again, whiting out his vision. This time Vlad didn’t even pause. “No, stop!” begged Danny. “Stop—too much!”
“You can take more,” said Vlad. “You’ll see.”
Another spike, but this time there were black dots dancing in front of Danny’s eyes. Darkness rushed to meet him, and he welcomed it.