Chapter 7

"Hmmmn Damon, you never disappoint. I can't wait to be inside of you again. I'll take my time this time I promise. I'll enjoy you. I'll even make you cum as many times as you want to before I finish." Klaus sighed and Damon moved as far away from him as possible and tried to hug his knees – his body reacting as though he was burning as he tried and yelped in pain.

"I want your mouth Damon. You've turned me on so much, if I can't have you, you're going to have to use your mouth." Klaus looked to him and unzipped his jeans, kicking them down and off as Damon shook and paled in contemplation. Klaus unbuttoned his shirt and removed it so that he was naked and lay back down, pouring the last of the blood bag down his chest, over his groin and in and around his mouth as Damon groaned in distress. Klaus looked to him and raised his eyebrows and Damon crawled forward and began to lick at his body. He started at his chest, trying to catch all of the drips as they began to roll down Klaus's sides and up to his throat. He kept his eyes closed throughout. Klaus tilted his groin and some blood rolled down his inside leg and Damon panted in fear he'd lose some to the carpet as he dove into his groin and licked and sucked until Klaus filled his mouth with seed. Damon traced the rest of the blood back up his body to his mouth and paused in distress. Klaus let his lips part slightly and some blood poured out, making Damon capture his mouth and push his tongue inside desperately.

Klaus held his hips, enjoying the fact that Damon had an erection pressing against his naked groin. He began to wonder about the plan to keep Damon's jeans on. Maybe it was time to dispense with them. He slowly circled his finger around the denim at Damon's entrance as Damon sucked his tongue free of blood and Damon immediately jolted and sank his teeth into Klaus's tongue angrily. Klaus shouted and pushed him off, strangling him with his collar as Damon fell awkwardly.

Klaus stood up outraged and kicked him fiercely. Damon coughed and spluttered, trying to hold himself when he screamed at the contact with his body again, forgetting about the compulsion to burn.

"Enough! Time to speed things up I think!" Klaus growled and tore the chain from the bed again, pulling Damon along on his hands and knees like an animal. Damon couldn't speak for having the wind knocked of him, all he could do was follow as Klaus walked him through the mansion, passed lots of staff who barely seemed to notice he was there. It felt so degrading. Klaus pulled him across the foyer to another room which was darkly decorated with black embossed wall paper and very little furniture.

Klaus closed the door behind him and dragged him up onto his feet again.

"Plan B." Klaus said coldly and before Damon could answer he pushed him forwards towards a table. The table had cuffs and restraints on it and a strange hole in the middle. Damon fought not to approach it and so Klaus slammed him against it, bending him over double and locking his wrists to either side. Damon struggled to look up in this position and realised what the hole was for. It was for him to put his head through. He struggled, panicking and Klaus forced his head through the hole and brought a large metal barrier over the back of his neck to hold him there. Damon panted in fear and horror. It felt like he was in stocks or a guillotine.

Klaus kicked his legs apart and he pulled at the table, hoping maybe he could lift it but it was bolted to the floor sturdily. Klaus ran his hands over Damon bottom and Damon grunted angrily. Klaus pressed his finger over the denim at Damon's entrance again and Damon jolted, feeling the restraints hold him exactly where he was.

"No!" He cried and Klaus chuckled and circled his finger teasingly. Klaus put his finger through the fabric and tore a hole right over his entrance and Damon shouted in fear. The rest of his jeans were intact, aside from the fact that his manhood hung out of his damaged fly, but now Klaus had torn a hole just there too so that he could take him without having to undress him anymore. All safety and security that his clothes had given him instantly fell away to nothing and Damon panicked.

"Klaus…don't!" He begged and Klaus fingered the residue of lubricant still inside of him and circled around him, teasing his finger in and out as Damon sobbed silently.

"That's not how I taught you to speak to me."

"Please sir, don't!" Damon shouted urgently and Klaus chuckled.

"Why should I be kind? You just bit my tongue. I should fuck you until you cry like a schoolgirl at prom. To hell with your consent!" Klaus threatened and pumped himself as Damon begged and tried to move the table. Klaus held Damon's legs apart with his knees as he tried to close them and protect himself and parted his buttocks as Damon yelled in distress. He put his erection against his entrance and began to push in as he growled at Damon to shut up. Damon begged louder and Klaus paused and gritted his teeth.

"If I do this now Damon I'm going to shred your insides. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to speak from screaming you've made me so mad!"

"Please, please sir, please!" Damon shouted and Klaus halted. He wanted to hurt him, take him savagely but he knew he couldn't do it. This wasn't the plan. The plan was to make Damon want it. Having Damon be a victim of rape would only strengthen Stefan's empathy and sense of protection for him, not the reverse.

Damon really was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown through fear. It would have to suffice for now. Klaus pulled out the head of his erection quickly and let Damon pant and recover.

He moved away and left the room, locking it behind him as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He'd break him, there wasn't long to go. He just had to be patient. He shook himself out of his anger and stormed back to his room, ordering a girl for dinner from the staff scuttling around.

He'd fuck one of the girls instead. The girls were accustomed to anal sex and they wouldn't be perturbed by that. He'd just have to be a little more gentle as he did, to avoid hurting them. Damon was much more robust.

He spent the rest of the night practicing his skills on a few humans, including one male servant, when he had an idea. Damon was so terrified because it had hurt, it had been a violation last time. Damon may have climaxed in the cellar at the boarding house but it hadn't been an experience to create any desire to be in that position again. It was a game changer. He'd thought that by making Damon succumb to other acts that he would yearn for that too, like a woman yearns for penetration when given foreplay – but their bodies are built for that reaction, it's natural.

Men were different. Penetration wasn't something straight men considered much and it wouldn't be something they'd beg for unless they saw how much pleasure it could bring. Damon had to start thinking of it like that, not as vicious rape, despite how useful it was to control him like just now. Damon needed foreplay.

Klaus thought on it all night. He unlocked the door to check on him a few hours later and found him asleep, exhausted and tear stained, slumped on the table. A few erotic dreams might help here. Klaus took a seat on a chair in the corner and entered Damon's mind.

Damon was dreaming of fire and Elena calling out for him. Textbook. Klaus entered the flames and scooped Elena into his arms to safety while he walked out of the Gilbert house shielding her. Damon was confused and ran after them, shouting in fear when Klaus lay her down on the grass and cooed to her gently. She reached up and hugged him to her in relief and he had an idea. Klaus began to remove her clothing and willed her character to be willing as Damon came out and watched in confusion. He willed her clothes to vanish and she lay under him wanting. He turned her onto her back and urged her onto her knees and entered her. He would let Damon watch how pleasurable anal sex could be and leave him to imagine being part of that as he slept the rest of the night.

"Stop! Elena?" Damon asked distressed and she looked to him and moaned happily as Klaus took her. He squeezed her and made her climax over and over again as they both looked at Damon.

Klaus then quickly changed the dream to one of Damon being beneath him as he entered him. Damon blinked and gave a sound of fear and Klaus willed him to feel unbelievable attraction and pleasure. Damon began to pant and squirm in confusion and Klaus took him, with the Elena character encouraging and kissing Damon.

Klaus exited the dream, leaving it to play out of its own accord now and looked to Damon's sleeping form. Damon was erect and leaking. Excellent. He smiled to himself and stood up, happy with the new plan. Damon couldn't hide from his dreams.

Soon enough Damon's subconscious would win this battle of wills for him.

Klaus slept like a baby and was surprised to wake up feeling more aroused that usual. He had a few of the girls before breakfast, testing how gently he could penetrate them so that he could demonstrate this to Damon later. Damon had had all of the fear and pain he could take – his near convulsion as he was strapped to the table was evidence enough of that. Klaus had to start bringing him around to the idea now.

He entered the room again and Damon immediately flinched and stiffened. He was scared. Klaus walked over slowly, sitting a blood bag on the table and gently ran his fingertips over Damon's entrance. Damon jolted and made a sound of fear.

"It's ok pet, I just wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you that's all." Klaus circled it gently, almost caressing it and Damon seemed to relax a little, no longer believing he would penetrate.

"That's it, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Klaus purred. "You know Damon, this doesn't have to hurt. If you are prepared properly inside then it'll feel amazing. You remember how excited you got towards the end? It can be like that all the way through." Klaus caressed his behind gently and Damon slumped into the table a little.

Klaus leant into his back and undid the clasp around the back of his neck. He pulled it off of him and Damon seemed to relax again as he lifted his head and turned his head to the side to rest his face on the table. He opened his eyes and saw the blood bag.

"Are you going to fuck me for blood?" Damon eyed the blood nervously and Klaus soothed his back, rubbing his hand across it gently.

"This is a peace offering Damon. I like you. I respect you a lot more than I thought I would for this sacrifice you're making for your brother."

"Then don't, please." Damon whispered. Klaus sighed and rubbed his back again.

"Damon I have to. You have to consent. I don't want to have to kill either of you to make an example. If you let me, I'd be gentle, I'd blow your mind." Klaus whispered and caressed his behind again.

"What then?" Damon choked.

"Then Stefan will come for you, knowing this has happened. He'll be horrified and I'll let you both go."

Damon opened his eyes again and exhaled.

"What?"

"Well there's no point in killing you. You're the message for everyone out there – that even someone as straight as Damon Salvatore can be claimed by me if I say it's what I want to happen. Stefan will be eaten up inside by guilt and revulsion. He won't know how to deal with it and you'll go your separate ways. Deal done with no blood spilled."

Damon made a sigh of grief.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you deserve to know how this'll play out, but it doesn't mean you have to suffer anymore until then. Either it happens with your consent or I'll have to do it the hard way like we have been doing all this time – starving you, beating you, chaining you up. Is Stefan really worth that when he left you here with me knowing what I would do? Think Damon, no one could blame you for taking the other route. No one is strong enough to continue like this, not even I would be. Save yourself. Save Stefan."

"You said you wouldn't kill him."

"I don't want to but if you don't cooperate and I have to take you, Stefan will just hold onto you even stronger and I want to rip him from you and you from him. If your bond strengthens instead I will have to kill one of you to make the other feel that separation." Klaus spoke so matter of factly and calmly that Damon's head spun.

"Kill me then. You don't want me, you just want to use me to make a point. Do it by killing me instead."

"After all that you've been through? You deserve to survive this Damon. Stefan has done nothing but run."

"His humanity will come back if I die, he'll suffer just like you want." Damon argued.

"All because you're scared of this?" He gently pushed his finger against his entrance and Damon braced himself. "Please, allow me to show just how many nerves you have down here that'll reward you for this."

"No…" Damon began when Klaus shushed him and went to the door to call on Yvonne.

"No…" Damon croaked, not Yvonne, good god no more of her!

He began to pant and tense and Klaus tried to coo to him.

"Easy there mate. I won't touch you at all ok? I'm going to sit right over here where you can see me. Yvonne's just going to help you see why you shouldn't be afraid of this."

How could Klaus sound so caring and so diabolical at the same time? He must be insane. Yvonne came round to Damon's side and stroked through his hair tenderly. He looked to her in fear.

"Can I really touch him sir?"

"Yes, be gentle." Klaus sat down and crossed his legs to watch as Damon flicked his eyes to him in confusion. Yvonne moved behind him and he tensed and struggled with the table again.

"What are you doing?" Damon called and held his breath when he felt a strange warmth. He flinched and gave an involuntary sigh. The warmth reached his entrance and he sighed again. Klaus was smiling at him and watching intently.

Arms came around Damon's waist and he gave a jolt of fear, but Yvonne slid her hands gently and removed his jeans down to his ankles as she kissed his lower back. What was this? Was she warming him up for Klaus? He looked to Klaus and opened his mouth to speak when she pushed her tongue inside of his entrance. His mouth fell open and he shivered. It felt so alien to have a tongue there but it did feel good. He closed his eyes and she licked around his skin and dipped it inside of him again. He felt the sighs tumble from his mouth one after the other as he felt his loins begin to heat up. The sensation of her tongue against him seemed to connect there and he relaxed into it making small moans.

As she licked him she reached around and took a hold of his manhood, stroking it gently until he was hard. He was glad he had the table for support as he was so weak from blood loss and the build up of desire that he didn't think he'd be able to stand at all.

He began to moan softly and sweat as she pumped him now and pushed her tongue deep inside of him until he lifted his head in a gasp of pleasure and moaned.

"That's it, good girl. Damon deserves his release." Klaus said softly in encouragement and Damon blinked at him through a lust filled haze. "This is what you've been denying yourself Damon. Does it feel good?"

"Uhh!" Damon moaned loudly as Yvonne inserted her finger inside of him and stroked his prostrate.

"Yes, let go Damon, feel it. Enjoy it. No one here will think less of you."

"I can't!" He panicked, squeezing his eyes closed as he let another moan escape him.

Yvonne slid another finger inside of him and he gasped. She kissed his lower back and cooed to him and he began to pant, leaking in her hand as he approached his climax.

"A couple more fingers Yvonne, let's give Damon the works." Klaus instructed and she slid more fingers into him and pumped his entrance at the same time as his erection and he fell onto the table with all of his weight as he moaned and surrender to one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had.