Sorry everyone, I couldn't get onto the site for a few days because of error messages. Ok, this is taking on a life of it's own and I have no idea what the ending will be. Don't worry though, trust me. This might end up being a little more Klamon than I intended. I'm still not sure what the relationship with Stefan and Damon will be because I didn't intend to make this Defan. This is about brotherhood not love between them this time. Still, when I start writing these I can never plan what will happen at all. I create a monster and it runs without me – I just have to type furiously to catch up with it hahaha.

I have to just put a little note in here for a few guests who had sent me really heartfelt messages. It really awes me that I have such an effect on your lives. When I started writing it was to get my own kicks but it's become something more than that now. It's my escape too. I'm honoured that people here get as much out of my writing too. I understand another great writer on the forum passed away and it has created some ripples. Be affected people – let it help you realise the importance of your own life and don't ever sit and wait for things to come to you, to say things you always mean to but don't. Remember what my Damon said – "Love is the real freedom." Love of life, oneself, friends, hobbies, partners, family…Love has no boundaries.

Enjoy…

Chapter 10

"Damon, Damon…" Klaus sighed and moved over to him, speaking gently now as Damon hung his head in grief. Klaus stroked his fingers through Damon's hair and he shivered. "Sometimes I forget how young you are, how inexperienced."

Damon looked up at him and Klaus stroked his face affectionately.

"Was it really so bad? Did I hurt you?"

"No." Damon croaked.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" Klaus asked and Damon took a shaky breath. "I can make it better. I want to please you too you know. When you live as long as I have you learn that gender isn't important Damon. Forget that I'm a man. We are just two bodies coming together for solace. That's what I'm offering you here. I'm trying to liberate you."

"You're trying to make me a slave." Damon argued and Klaus sighed in thought.

"What do you need? What can I give you to make this easier for you?"

"Compulsion." Damon closed his eyes.

"Evidently I'm not fulfilling your needs as clearly as you are mine." Klaus pondered and without any other warning he scooped Damon up from the floor, making him gasp in surprise and placed him onto the bed again. Damon looked at him expectantly. He was ready for the compulsion. It would solve their problems. Klaus looked down at him thinking.

"Damon what I'm about to do, I never do. I will only do this once for you because you are here to service me. This doesn't mean that you shouldn't enjoy it too. Why else would my girls stay here if they weren't happy? I make them cry when I take them and I can make you feel that way too. I can see that human restrictions still hold you back." Klaus leaned up to his face and Damon prepared himself. "This is a kindness just for you brave Damon."

Damon took a deep breath and Klaus moved away from his eyes. Damon frowned and sat up following him as Klaus descended to his manhood and looked to it hungrily. Damon stiffened and stared in disbelief. Klaus was going to suck? He couldn't believe it! Damon opened his mouth and exhaled as he tried to wrap his head around it. Klaus had never done something for him alone. He had no doubt Klaus would know just how to pleasure him, better than his own technique and he let his head fall back as he grew hard and waited in excitement. Klaus blew some breath over his skin and Damon took a shaky breath. Klaus made a soft disappointed sound and Damon sat up on his elbows and looked down. Klaus eyed him and sighed.

"Shame you denied me permission to touch you Damon. I think you would have enjoyed this." He spoke gently and Damon felt his stomach coil.

Klaus pulled back from him and his body ached in argument. He opened his mouth to protest and tried fiercely not to give in. Klaus had done this on purpose to make him desperate. Damon closed his eyes and panted under his breath, willing his erection to go away. He reached down to squeeze it and his hands burned him. He screamed loudly and Klaus tutted. Damon writhed and tears rolled down his face as he struggled to recover. It was intense pain and he sobbed unashamedly as Klaus watched him suffer. Klaus waited for a minute before climbing back on the bed and lifting him under his back.

Damon hung his head back in grief, still twitching from the burning sensation. Klaus squeezed his manhood for him gently, reminding his flesh that there was no burning. He began to calm down as his body relaxed.

"You make things so difficult for yourself. Accept that you're changing, evolving and you'll never be the old Damon again. Accept that you want a man to take you inside and out. Accept that you ache to swallow semen and suck a man's' penis Damon. You want that more than you've ever wanted a woman before."

"Uhhh…" Damon groaned as Klaus squeezed his manhood almost in ownership.

"Because once you do I'll reward you, I'll take you and make your body sing for me. I'll make it so you never want to sleep with anyone else but me."

"Never." Damon whispered croakily and Klaus released him onto the bed again.

"Then get out of my bed you worthless half breed." Klaus growled and Damon curled into himself for a moment to acclimatise as Klaus got up sharply and left the room slamming the door.

Damon kept his hands a safe distance from his groin, noticing that despite his compulsion to burn if he touched any part of his body, it was only hurting in some places – the places connected to his libido or sex. He crawled out of the bed miserably and fell onto the floor in a heap as he tried to right himself. He'd never experienced so much evil from Klaus before. He was soulless. He wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. Damon stood up and threw himself backwards as Klaus rushed back into the room and grabbed him by the neck.

"You're fair game now Damon. Anyone who wants to mess with you can help themselves. You're not mine anymore." He hissed and Damon put his hands up protectively as Klaus squeezed his throat and for a second and then unbuckled the collar around his neck, pulling it off. Damon coughed and watched him confused. He rubbed his neck, noticing no burning curiously and took in a deep breath. He smiled in relief at having the collar removed but Klaus shook his head.

"Don't be so happy about it Damon. Now no one has a claim on you, you might meet a less sensitive bed mate."

Damon stared at him wide eyed as he listened. Klaus smirked and handed him his old clothes, still ripped but washed and dried. He took them, hands shaking.

"I have some acquaintances over from New Orleans and some of them might take a shine to a face like yours. I'd watch your behind if I were you mate." Klaus winked as Damon looked at him in shock. "Of course, if you want me I'll state my claim and protect you." Klaus ran the collar through his fingers as he spoke and Damon finally realised just what the collar had been – it hadn't just been to humiliate him and keep him restrained, it had meant that no one else could touch him and now it was off.

Klaus smiled at him knowingly and watched as Damon put his clothing back on. Damon pulled at the groin desperate to cover himself again and Klaus sighed and handed him a safety pin. He eyed him suspiciously and took it from him, pinning the front fabric together. At least he felt a little less exposed, but then there was still a discrete hole at his entrance that he had to be wary of. He shivered and looked to Klaus again.

"Remember, bad vampires don't eat here Damon. I would have fed you girls, but that's over now. Good luck." Klaus slapped him on his shoulder and Damon blinked as he left him again.

He shakily pulled his shirt on and buttoned it, his fingers failing to button a few times as his hands shook. He was sweating in fear and apprehension at Klaus's warning. Was he allowed to move around the house then? How was he supposed to feed? What did Klaus mean? He took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out of the safety of the room. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. He was hungry though so he should try and find a meal. He moved carefully and as silently as he could out into the foyer, hearing voices and laughing. He stopped and peered around a wall seeing a group of men and women drinking from champagne glasses filled with blood. He shuddered, and then he snapped himself out of it. These vampires weren't Klaus – he could fight them, they weren't all powerful. He clenched his jaw and chastised himself for being such a wimp and moved quickly passed them all. No one seemed to notice he was there and he reached a hallway leading down to a kitchen. Perhaps Klaus kept his blood bags down here somewhere. He entered the kitchen wary of bumping into Klaus and angering him but there were just a few humans cooking.

"Damon." He turned around to see the blonde woman from the other night staring at him pensively. He frowned and held himself defensively. "It's ok, none of us will hurt you."

"I'm a vampire babe, I can look after myself. It's you who should be scared of me." He tried to sound confident as he sniffed the air subtly and smelled her blood in her veins. She'd do. His veins protruded and she opened her high necked collar for him in warning. She had a leather collar beneath it. He squinted at it in surprise.

"I'm Klaus's. If you drink from me he'll punish you." She said calmly and Damon huffed in disbelief. "I'm his. Where's your collar?" She noticed the absence of his for the first time and reached out to touch his neck. He flinched away from the contact and she shot him a look of concern. "Michelle!" She shouted urgently and Damon looked around as the young dark haired woman who had offered her blood to him came in and stared wide eyed.

"What's wrong?" She asked in concern and the blond woman pointed to Damon's neck. "No! What happened?"

"What are you babbling about?" He growled and the women looked at each other nervously.

"Listen to me Damon, whatever he wants you to do, you have to do it ok? It's too dangerous around here for you to not have his protection."

"I can look after myself." He snorted.

"Tell him Caroline!" Michelle urged and he looked to the blonde woman in surprise and realisation. Of course her name was Caroline and she was blonde. Klaus was so transparent at times. He chuckled at the craziness of that and both women grabbed him.

"Listen to me! Those people upstairs will hurt you Damon. They don't care if they hurt you or if you are consenting. Take it from us – you'll want Klaus to be your master because if he isn't they'll take you and do things to you that are indescribable. They've killed some of the girls here before during sex and they won't stop even if you beg and scream for death. They get a kick out of suffering."

His skin prickled at their words and he paled at their fearful expressions.

"Why did he take your collar off?" Michelle whispered and tried to stroke his arm comfortingly.

"I…I didn't want him. I don't want him." He spluttered and they sighed and gave him looks of sympathy.

"It's always harder on the men. You love someone else? A woman?" Michelle guessed and he nodded stiffly. "Would she want to see you beaten and taken savagely? No, she'd want you to live and get out of here and that is what will happen if you just give in. Klaus is wonderful once you let him in, he's not like the others. He wants to see you climax and enjoy it, it makes him happy. Stop thinking about him as a man but as someone who can give you release." She advised.

"God, can he give you that." Caroline remarked.

"I'm not gay." Damon croaked and Caroline sighed and squeezed his arm affectionately.

"I am and he does things to my body that I can't even describe. I don't find men attractive at all Damon, but it doesn't mean he can't pleasure me. After all, he's not looking for love, right?" Caroline said and Michelle piped in.

"He doesn't want you to love him, just to want him, to please and be pleased. It's symbiotic."

"He's trying to make me crazy." Damon grunted. "He has my brother."

"Stefan is perfectly fine." Michelle said and Damon looked to her, his heart beginning to race. "He's upstairs with them." She swallowed and Damon looked to her in fear. He made to move upstairs and they both grabbed him, but he was too fast and blurred heading back up as they called out in fear.

He ran back up into the foyer and stood in front of them defiantly. They had their backs turned laughing and Damon noticed Klaus sitting talking to someone he couldn't see, obstructed by a tall plant. He moved to try and see who was there when Klaus caught his eye and raised his eyebrows. His heart stopped but he bit his lip and began to walk towards him. He pushed through the middle of the guests abruptly and halted in horror as he saw Stefan sitting relaxed with champagne, laughing at Klaus's jokes.

"Stefan." He gasped and Stefan looked to him seriously and took him in.

"Brother, long time no see." Stefan was so calm, so cold. Damon swallowed bile and panted in disbelief. Stefan smiled at him making no move to go to him. Stefan's humanity was still off. Damon's heart sank as he realised and he looked to Klaus for answers. Klaus was stroking his lip with his thumb as he observed Damon's distress.

"I said he'd been here for a bit pet. He's trying to convince me that he still feels nothing. Mind you, he still came back for you, to negotiate for you." Klaus looked to Stefan chuckling and Stefan rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I came back to watch. That was some pretty exciting footage you sent me. I didn't think Damon had it in him. No pun intended." Stefan turned to Klaus and they laughed together as Damon began to tremble. What was he supposed to do now?

"Still, as much as I enjoy your company ripper, I vowed to ruin your bond as brothers and I'm not done yet."

"Go ahead. I don't mind." Stefan grinned and Damon held himself tight.

Damon felt the presence of a body press up close behind him and he turned his head as he felt a finger stroke over his entrance. He jumped away in surprise and looked to the other vampires in anger. A woman with red hair eyed him, practically drooling.

"Damon Salvatore. You're as handsome as I've heard."

"Who are you?" He growled and she smiled.

"It doesn't matter. Be quiet and take your jeans off. I want you." She grinned and he gasped in revulsion.

"Screw you lady!" He barked and she laughed and indicated to two men behind her to hold him.

His eyes widened and he growled, baring his fangs as they held him by his arms as he struggled. They were strong and he wrestled with all of his strength. She came forward and ripped his jeans open, sending the safety pin scattering across the floor. He panted in fear and continued to fight as she took a hold of his manhood and they dragged him to a chair, forcing him down.

"No! Get off of me!" He shouted and snapped at her with his teeth. The strangers all laughed delighted and came around to watch as she pumped him. He growled and tried not to respond but his body betrayed him. She smiled when he was erect and shaking with the strain of trying to fight their hold and she lifted her skirt to expose her naked sex. He choked looking at it and fought all the more. He roared and tried to kick her back when one of the spectators stabbed him through the legs with wooden stakes and he screamed in agony. His blood coated his jeans and spilled everywhere.

"Please sir please!" Someone cried out as he panted for breath and the spectators turned around in surprise. Damon looked through the gap they were creating to see Yvonne on her knees at Klaus's feet. She was begging him and Klaus was looking over at Damon thoughtfully. Damon took in a breath and realised that she was begging for him to be spared this vicious display. He looked to Klaus too gasping as his blood continued to spill down his legs.

"He's new, mercy please." She said and the female vampire at Damon's side chuckled.

"Is he yours Nicklaus? He doesn't bear your collar." She pointed out and Klaus stroked his lip with his thumb.

"No collar, no restrictions, other than feeding – those are the rules you created." Another vampire said sounding irritated that they were being held up in their torture and Klaus gave a sigh and looked to Stefan. Damon hung his head as his eyes drooped. This was what the girls had warned him about. Only Klaus could protect him.

"Stefan it's your choice. Would you like to watch? It's quite something to see a man taken forcibly by a woman. It opens the eyes." Klaus smiled and Damon closed his eyes in defeat. He couldn't see Stefan from here.

"It'd be better if he had a fighting chance Klaus. Otherwise it's common gang rape and that's a bit beneath you don't you think?" Stefan spoke so matter of factly. Damon grunted in pain and let out a sigh of grief. Stefan was really gone. He was going to die here.

"Yes but it's exciting to watch them squirm. Continue. He's not mine." Klaus instructed and Damon snapped his head up in desperation and caught Yvonne's eyes. She stared at him hard and in warning and tilted her head towards Klaus. The red head stepped in front of his view and moved to climb into his lap when he screamed for Klaus with his last fibre of strength.

"Please sir I want you!"