Training Wheels (Danvid)

Chapter 8

Warnings// abuse (smack, hair grab, wrist grab, digging nails into skin), reference to punishment, forced grinding

"It's just training." Daniel purred, letting David go.

David gave him a nervous look, wanting to back away but keeping himself in place.

Daniel gave David a moment to question before smiling. "This shouldn't be hard. You already listen so well." He spoke as he led him to sit on the bed. Daniel stayed standing in front of David after pushing the boy to sit.

"Pay attention, because I'm only going to give you the rules once, okay?"

David nodded, not wanting to know what would happen if he didnt listen.

"First, you will address me as 'Sir' and 'Daddy' only. Got it?" Daniel tilted his head at him.

David just nodded again, to which Daniel gave a harsh backhanded smack. It gained a sharp yelp from David, his hand shooting up to hold his cheek. "Why did-" he was cut off by Daniel grabbing his hair and giving it a tug, making David whine.

"Got it?" He repeated sternly.

"Y-yes sir..-" David whimpered, bracing for another smack. He slowly relaxed at feeling Daniel's hand move away from his head and stay at his side.

"Good. Two, you will do what I say when I say it. Stand." Daniel spoke, watching David as he stood. He gave a smile at seeing him listen, sitting himself on the bed and pulling David closer by his hips.

"Now, climb into Daddy's lap." Daniel continued. David hesitated, both because he didn't want to be in his lap and because he wasn't sure how he wanted him to get into his lap.

Daniel glared and grabbed David's wrist, squeezing it tight and digging his nails into it, causing David to whine in pain and tear up. He climbed into his lap in a straddling position, legs on either side of Daniel's waist. He gave a scared look as Daniel slowly loosened the grip on his wrist.

"There.." Daniel held David's hips and glanced down at their laps, reaching down to move David's skirt to see more of his thighs. David flinched, closing his eyes tightly. Daniel gave a hum of disapproval at seeing his eyes close. "Look at me."

David opened his eyes to look at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry you're so scared, baby..." Daniel cooed. "You shouldn't be, I'm only letting you know the rules.."

"Y-you keep hurting me.." David whimpered, hands staying at his abdomen as he twiddled his thumbs.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, watching David's gaze turn to his fingers. "..three, don't speak unless I tell you to." He continued.

David glanced back up at him and he gave a confused look. "But what if-" Daniel cut him off by grabbing his hair again, jerking his head back as he dug his nails into his thigh.

Daniel listened to David's whimpers, noting that he was trying to hold them back. "I think you misunderstood me.." Daniel hummed. "I still want to hear you whine and cry and beg, but I don't want stupid questions." He violently let go of David and went back to gently massaging the boy's hips.

David just let out a soft sad hum in response.

"Now, if you are intentionally a brat, your punishment will be much worse than what happened yesterday." Daniel gave a grin as he watched David's thighs move with each massage.

David hesitantly raised his hand as if he had a question, causing Daniel to laugh. "Oh, that's adorable.." he chuckled, reaching up to lower David's hand gently. "Speak."

"How would I.. be a brat..?" David asked before tensing up, ready for Daniel to hit him for asking a stupid question.

Daniel pet him to show he wasn't going to hurt him for that. "Purposefully disrespecting me for any reason. To make me mad, to test your limits, to be playful, anything." He explained.

David nodded in understanding, looking back down.

Daniel smiled, noticing he understood. "Which number were we on?" He asked to test him.

"This one will be the fifth rule.." David answered correctly, looking up at Daniel.

Daniel gave a nod. "Five.. this is one you should already know.." His hands slowly slid closer to David's thighs. "Don't... try... to run.." he spoke slowly and quietly, sliding his hands to David's inner thighs.

His finger grazed David's clit through his panties and caused him to gasp sharply, scooting away from Daniel yet he was still on his lap. Daniel jerked him closer, forcing David's privates to be pressed against his own clothed member. "David." He said sternly in a dark tone, causing David to give a look of fear. "That counts as running." He warned.

David hesitantly stopped trying to push away. "I'm sorry..-" he spoke quietly, voice small.

Daniel examined him for a moment before softening his gaze, watching him as he gently moved David's hips to make him grind. David gave a pained whimper, closing his eyes again. It was a way for David to feel hidden, which Daniel found adorable.

"Are you still sore, baby..?" Daniel asked softly, to which David nodded. A tear streamed down his cheek, causing Daniel to stop grinding him. "Aww, honey, don't cry.." he brought a hand up to wipe David's cheek clean of tears. "You're okay.."

David didn't understand why Daniel had these soft moments. These times where he comforted him even though he was the only reason he was upset.

Daniel watched him for a moment before standing David up and standing with him. "That's enough for today." He told him, starting to lead him back out to the hall.