The punishment for messing up or misbehaving was a severe, unsympathetic beating. Damon would thrash the flogger across their bare bodies, ripping the leather through their skin until every inch was red, welted and bleeding. But there was a rule. The beating was always aimed at the other; if Jeremy messed up, Tyler was punished in front of him, and vice versa.

The punishment was carried out if the rules were broken. The rules applied mainly to Jeremy and his imprisonment.

The first rule was simple. Jeremy wasn't allowed to leave the house, ever. And unless Damon permitted him otherwise, he was to stay near to Damon at all times. On the frequent occasions that Damon left the house, Jeremy was left chained in the cellar, in a barred room adjacent to Tyler's. If he tried to run, he was punished.

The second rule was the most wounding of the two. Courtesy of Damon, Tyler was under deep compulsion which left him with an inability to feel touch. Even touching his own body brought no feeling. Damon would allow Jeremy to see Tyler, to be with him and even occasionally remove the compulsion so that Tyler could feel his touch for a brief moment. But neither was allowed to make the other come. Ever. Damon had instigated this punishing rule the first night he'd allowed Jeremy to see Tyler, as penance after Jeremy tried to touch himself without permission in the shower…

"Neither of you get to make the other come…ever, understood? I'll let you play with him, let you get each other hard, then I'll take over and finish the job." He slipped his hand in between Jeremy's legs and stroked his fingers across the cock ring that controlled him, teasing him mercilessly as Jeremy's head dropped back to the pillow and he wept despairingly.

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It had been almost a two whole months since Damon had abducted Jeremy, and the confines of the house were starting to take their toll on the teenager. He was desperate to go outside, to feel the fresh air and sunlight on his skin. Instead he found himself slumped daily on the window seat, staring miserably out in to the grounds and the miles of woodland beyond them. Tears formed in his eyes and slowly began to trickle down his cheeks.

Damon looked up from whatever he was reading and glanced across at him, his stomach clenching as he saw that Jeremy was crying. He had stopped breaking down a few weeks ago, although the tears normally flowed during punishment or when Damon was teasing him relentlessly. These tears were different, they weren't due to punishment. Jeremy was homesick and missing his family, missing his friends. He'd been away for a long time now and the separation was becoming too much. He wanted more freedom and had begged Damon for it, pleaded with him to take him outside, to let him walk off the confinement in the fresh air. But Damon wouldn't allow it.

Damon stood up and walked towards Jeremy, a sympathetic blue gaze washing across him as took in the teenagers trembling inability to control his tears. Knowing that Damon got angry when he cried, Jeremy hitched his breathing and swallowed the sobs, breathing deeply to try and contain himself. He flinched, expecting punishment when Damon placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. He moved close to Jeremy's side and knelt down, gazing up in to his brown, red rimmed eyes. Jeremy returned the gaze and his eyelids flickered closed as damon brushed a hand through his brown locks, sweeping the bangs from his forehead and stroking the backs of his fingers along Jeremy's cheeks, tracing the tear lines and wiping them away.

"Damon…" he sobbed meekly, almost a whisper. Damon turned his head to the side questioningly, waiting for him to continue. But Jeremy couldn't continue, he broke down and buried his face in his knees, wrapping his arms around his stomach to try and make the feeling disappear.

"Hey little man, shhh, it's okay. Come on I gotcha" Damon rose to his feet and scooped Jeremy up in his arms, carrying him over to the large sofa. He laid him down across it and lay next to him, tugging the weeping boy in to his arms.

"No, please Damon…" Jeremy begged through sobs. Damon furrowed his brow, confused and then realised what Jeremy meant.

"Its ok Jeremy, it's not like that."

Jeremy lifted his head to stare at Damon. Seeing the genuine look of concern in his eyes, he relaxed in to his arms and felt the tension begin to fade as Damon rubbed his back soothingly, running his hand softly through his hair.

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Later that evening…

The earlier display of affection -although he felt he had made progress with Jeremy-had unnerved the vampire. He needed something to make himself feel better. Something to take the confusion away. He had abducted Jeremy for a reason, to own him. Although he knew this didn't mean he had to refuse the boy affection and attention, he felt he needed to balance giving Jeremy what he needed emotionally and what he needed to keep him under his thumb, under his control.

Jeremy was sleeping, more peacefully than he had done in weeks. Curled in to Damon's side with a hand lightly fisted in Damon's shirt. Damon gazed down at him, wishing it was easier to turn off the emotion he felt as he watched him, not wanting to hurt and abuse him, but knowing there was no other way if he was to get what he wanted. He brushed his hand gently through Jeremy's hair and sighed as Jeremy stirred and wriggled closer to him, nuzzling his chest sleepily. He closed his eyes and took a few seconds to breath deeply…

"Wake up Jeremy." A gruff voice pulled Jeremy from his deep slumber and before he could bring himself to full consciousness, a rough hand was pulling on his forearm, tugging him to his feet.

"Damon, wha…"

"Quiet." Damon tightened his grip on his arm, fingers digging deep enough to bruise and Jeremy winced in pain. "Upstairs. Now, go" he shoved him towards the staircase and when he didn't move quickly enough, grabbed his arm to drag him.

He dragged Jeremy up to his bedroom and shoved him backwards on to the bed, relishing the fear in the boy's eyes as he began to strip.

"Lay back Jeremy, hands above your head, don't move." He commanded as he moved towards the bed and climbed across the teenager, knees pressing in to the mattress either side of Jeremy's hips. Jeremy obeyed, whimpering slightly as he contemplated the situation.

Damon drank in the view before him as his eyes gazed up and down Jeremy's body. He watched him settle his hands above his head, fisting the sheets nervously.

"Relax Jeremy." Damon said gently, lifting Jeremy's t-shirt up over his arms and tossing it to the side of the bed, then effortlessly flicking open Jeremy's jeans and yanking them off without even stopping to blink. He ran his hands over Jeremy's now- heaving chest, lightly greeting each of his nipples with a soft pinch. The small, unexpected sensation made Jeremy gasp and he moved his arms down briefly to his chest making Damon growl.

"I can see we'll have to do this the hard way…with you in chains." He snarled, reaching up to the bedpost for the wrist cuffs as Jeremy shook his head pleadingly.

"No, please, please don't…"

"Quiet." Damon barked as he attached the leather cuffs to each of Jeremy's wrists. He brought his hands together and interlocked the rings, then pulled them up above his head and attached the cuffs to the metal hook on the headboard. Scooting down to the foot of the bed to quickly do the same with his ankles, he then sat back and ran his eyes mischievously over Jeremy's stretched, helpless body.

Lying down next to Jeremy on the bed, he rolled on to his side and traced his hand from the cute curve of Jeremy's neck, all the way to his inner thigh, repeating the action over and over, getting dangerously close to, but purposely avoiding Jeremy's cock which had begun twitching to life between his legs. Damon's hand fell again to the soft flesh just below Jeremy's navel, and he used his fingernails light and slow to scritch scratch the area for a few moments, knowing that this would encourage further life to Jeremy's cock.

A few seconds of this and Jeremy was quivering in his restraints, rolling his hips and moaning softly. His cock now bobbed rock hard and needy against his belly, making Damon grin as he reached to the bedside table to pick something up. Jeremy's eyes widened as he watched, waiting to see what Damon would produce. His heart sank as his brown eyes fell on the cock ring, and Damon's menacing smile. His head fell back to the pillow and he whimpered despairingly as Damon slid the rubber cock ring in to place on Jeremy's shaft, then rolled back on to his side to watch for a moment. The sight of Jeremy, all hard and needy, desperate for touch and release was making the vampire unbearably hot and needy himself, but he forced himself to hold on, and enjoy what was about to come. He watched Jeremy's chest rise and fall, taking in his erratic breathing and pleading eyes as he looked over at Damon beseechingly.

Damon finally reached over and traced his fingers up and along Jeremy's thigh, then slipped his hand between his legs and slowly and loosely gripped Jeremy's keening member. Jeremy arched his back in to the touch and a groan of needy pleasure escaped his lips. Damon kept his hand still and leaned in to Jeremy's ear.

" Fuck yourself in to my hand Gilbert, hard and fast, I wanna see your hips move." He snarled, low and dirty.

Jeremy moaned at the request, a feeling of total helplessness and humiliation consumed him as he slowly began to thrust his hips upwards, grinding in to Damon's fist, fucking himself in to his hand – which did not appear to be gripping any tighter. His attempt at friction was hindered by the loose grip and he whined in frustration. Damon smiled at the sound,

"God you sound so good when you're needy." He smirked, "Harder baby, faster and harder."

Jeremy gasped in desperation at the command but obeyed and thrust himself harder in to Damon's fist. His cock was leaking pre-cum now, he could feel the slickness as it moved in and out of Damon's torturously unmoving fingers. Upping his pace a little more, he whimpered as Damon's fingers loosened even more, making friction almost impossible.

"You're gonna have to do better than that Gilbert" he said, watching the fresh tears that now trickled down Jeremy's hot, flushed cheeks.

"Can't…if you untie me I can…"

"Jeremy" he said, dragging out the final syllable of his name in a warning growl. "Remember the rules? I decide when to release you, just like I get to decide when you can come, or if you can come. Now, stop asking and work harder." He nodded towards Jeremy's hips which had stilled momentarily as he took in Damon's words.

Jeremy obeyed meekly and once again began to thrust his cock in to Damon's hand, trying desperately to forget the loose hold and instead to focus on pleasing him, hoping silently that it might be enough to get him to tighten his hand.

Despairing thoughts pounded his mind as he recalled Damon's words,

"I decide when you can come, or if you can come"

Would he really be cruel enough to deny him release again? Jeremy hoped not.

He bucked his hips, twisting and turning, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could, pressing the backs of his arms deep in to the pillows and gripping the headboard tightly trying to gain more leverage. Eventually he found a quick, hard rhythm and looked over at Damon, his tearful eyes full of desperation.

"Please Damon…need you to…"

"Do better then Jeremy…give me your best effort and I'll tighten up on your cock."

"I am giving you my best effort!" Jeremy wailed despairingly.

Damon sighed and moved in close to plant a light kiss on Jeremy's trembling lips. Pulling back quickly, he smirked with sarcastic sympathy and said,

"well Jeremy, I'm afraid it's just not good enough." He tightened and released his hand like a pulse on Jeremy's cock, drinking up his gasp of pleasure and repeating the motion a few more times, before removing his hand completely.

Jeremy thrashed about in his chains, screaming obscenities and cursing Damon as tears of frustration flowed freely along his otherwise sweaty face.

Damon stood up from the bed and stretched. Then leaned down close to Jeremy's face, eyes glaring and seemingly bluer than usual under the fierceness of the gaze. He fisted a hand in Jeremy's hair and yanked his face up to meet his, so close their noses brushed, and snarled,

"When I come back, I'm going to lock you in a chastity belt and fuck you with a vibrator. Maybe that will teach you some respect, seenas you're so unwilling to learn Jeremy."

"No…" Jeremy huffed out, panicking. "No, Damon, please, I'm sorry…I'll do better, please" he begged.

"Oh I know you will Jeremy. You'll do much, much better."

He turned sharply and headed for the door, glancing back quickly.

"I'm going to take a shower, then we'll get started."

Jeremy sobbed and tugged at his restraints hopelessly. His head dropped wearily back to the pillow and he stilled, whimpering to himself quietly. His eyes were heavy and he was exhausted from the struggle. He lay miserably on the bed and sleep began to claim him.

Footsteps and the clink of metal stirred him from his light slumber and he gazed sleepily over at the bedroom door, huffing out a sob as his eyes fell on Damon, and more specifically, the chastity belt in Damon's hand.

Damon grinned and walked slowly towards him, running the leather belt through his fingers…

Next chapter soon guys, hope you enjoyed this one!