Silas locked the threshold behind himself and slipped out of his necktie and rap. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in case he should need either for a restraint later. He sat on the bed and stroked Ian's back, and the boy stirred.

"commodity morning, sunshine. How are you feeling ?"

Ian tried to move, but his Department of Energy ran out and he lay still, his eyes still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to move too much. You won't remember very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't feel it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but nada else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir More, letting out confused footling groan, Silas watched for his eyelids to waver. It took a few minutes of aristocratical petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His oculus opened slowly and blinked long, slow nictation. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on his own crotch. He tried to shit an effort to motivate away, and Silas thought he heard him mutter,"No,"but he pulled the boy closer.

"Yes, this again. You did very well before, even if you did try to bite me. But it will get easier with practice."

Silas pulled his egg white slacks open enough to reveal himself, and he leaned over his pal's face.

Ian became aware enough to change by reversal away, but Silas grabbed a handful of whisker and turned his face back to satisfy Silas's crotch.

"You're getting expert at this, so here's where we're going to start today."

Silas forced Ian's talk open with three fingers, holding it open. With the boozing still buzzing in Ian's organization, his level of electrical resistance was frail. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and Forth River until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his head away, but Silas tightened his grip on the back of Ian's head. He pulled back to reach the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an supernumerary beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his brother's radiocarpal joint pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to slack into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just tiredness, not complacence, and certainly not accept or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few to a greater extent apoplexy, reluctant to pull out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious torso, and wanted him to instruct to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to outstrip himself from the sharpness of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a hand over his wet member.

"Do you recall how far I went last time you were awake in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you commend ? solution me with words."

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as loud as his articulation would go.

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

Ian nodded slowly, his eyes still seemed to be swimming.

"Do you remember anything after that ?"

Ian closed his optic, as if concentrating, but he shook his head.

Silas clicked his tongue."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to start over. You'll need something substantial to remember this time."

Ian's eyes snapped outdoors, then widened in fear as Silas reached for the smash and the tie that he wasn't wishing to use.

"I'm not going to tell you to relax, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to contend back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made weak attempts to push his guardian away while Silas grabbed his implements of war and wrapped the belt around his wrists and bound them to the saloon on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

"I'm doing this so you'll remember, so there's less I have to restate succeeding time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lesson. So tell me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

Fear dripped from Ian's eyes and soaked the pillow.

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his paw still on the belt warp."What did it feel like ?"

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

"Between my…"He didn't seem to want to say it.

"Inside ?"Silas pushed."Or just between."

"Between. But it hurt like… inside. After I woke up."

"So all you remember is me teasing myself on your face. You don't remember what I did after."

Ian shook his capitulum, burying it in the pillow.

"That's too bad."He picked up the tie and worked Ian's jaw open again, knowing he wasn't make to open up his mouth on bid yet.

Ian fought and whimpered, trying with all his might to avoid Silas's fingers, but his forcefulness failed him, and Silas slipped the tie between his teeth.

"Stop complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't remember next meter either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the knot around Ian's head."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all night. Listen, you'll be beaming I gave you something to bite down on in a moment."

Ian answered with a whimper, but rather than relenting, Silas relished in the sound.

"Listen carefully. You're going to do what I say. You won't relax no topic what I tell you, so I won't bother with that. But don't try to tear me, or I won't be blue-blooded. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clear ?"

Silas put a hand under Ian's chin and lifted until the boy was forced to attend up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

Ian blinked tears from his optic, but didn't try to utter through the tie.

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the drawstring at the boy's shank, lifting him at the pelvic girdle to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheeks through the textile of his boxers.

Ian was tense, and Silas knew there was nothing he could do about it, so he ignored it and continued. He slid the underdrawers down and Ian didn't fight, but when Silas leaned forward and let his flesh touch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his body, trying to wrench himself out from under Silas's weight.

Silas pinned Ian's arms down, then pulled on the tie at the back of his school principal until his neck bent-grass backward and Ian's noise silenced.

"You will let me,"Silas hissed."If I just wanted to fuck you, I wouldn't need this room. I could whelm you in your own bed and be done with you in the time it takes to mix your drink. I am training you to be complacent. Eventually, I'll study on obeisance. I don't want your desire, or I would try to groom and make you, slowly over fourth dimension, until you want this as much as I do. But that's not the kind of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the fuck up."

Without another intelligence, Silas spat on his hand and rubbed himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother.

Ian let out a silent cry, spit soaking the silk tie.

Silas noticed the response, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to ptyalise again, then slid inside, smoother this prison term. He picked up the gait quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

Ian began to struggle, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his chum with his full weighting, which seemed to charter the breath and the fight out of him.

"I told you that if you fought me I wasn't going to be gentle. Do you believe me now, baby brother ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a truelove pace, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the first time, and Silas had learned to lube himself more.

Ian sobbed gently into the pillow, but when he seemed to have had enough, he shook his arms and tried to throw Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his arms on either position of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his rose hip as heavily and deep against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in pain, the tawdry sound he'd made since waking.

"Do you consider you can get me to quit by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me love you."

"I hate you,"he responded through the tie, voice still sounding groggy.

Silas pumped into him with shallow front, the feeling in his gut growing More intense.

"You will, for a while. But this is still happening."

"Why ?"Ian had the nerve to ask.

Silas laughed. In spitefulness of himself, he pulled out of his blood brother's warm profundity, his wet extremity bobbing. He let himself rest between Ian's mounds.

"Why ? Because I want to, if you couldn't Tell. And because I can."Silas laughed again, jamming a finger into Ian's loosened hole."Because I dream of a day when I can shut up the threshold to my office, stand at my desk and say to you, ‘ bend over ’, and you will. And you won't do it because you'll get off—I'll make sure that you don't—but because I'll get off."

"Never."

"You will. How long we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,"he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian's cheek with it,"is up to you."

"Never,"Ian repeated.

Silas smirked."You can try to hang onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm stronger. You'll only last out against the painful sensation for so long. If I make obeying your loose option, eventually you will roll over and offer me your trunk whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to hurt. I won't be a striver to you."

Silas untied the tie and removed it from Ian's mouth.

"I'm too close to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So open your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's bloody hole, and his lip shot open. Silas grabbed a mass of tomentum with his early hand and pointed Ian's cheek at his genitalia and pushed inside.

"Don't you dare bite me,"Silas warned."Hear me ?"

Ian's centre rolled up to Silas's face, and he gagged and tried to spit, but eventually nodded.

Silas pumped slowly, pulling out at each stroke so Ian could involve a breath, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like shit,"Ian spat, and turned away so Silas had to flick his face back to position.

"You mean I taste like you ?"Silas taunted. He dropped Ian's head and gave him a moment to unlax, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's practice what you've learned. How many of your try to fight me have succeeded ?"

Ian answered with a glare, and Silas reached for his ass again. Ian, in a here and now of terror, cowered and closed his eyes.

"Please don't !"

"resolution me."

"None."

"That's right. How many times that you've fought me have resulted in more pain ?"

Ian lay with his centre closed on the pillow, whimpering and shuddering.

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his heart snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good response. For the test,"he said, dropping Ian's look again,"open your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his backtalk, clenching his eyes shut tightly.

"Good boy,"Silas crooned, and kissed him on the cheek.

But Silas ignored the rima oris and crawled over Ian, his dead body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could respond, Silas straddled Ian's hips, pulled his impertinence apart and pushed inside his warm canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to protest, but Silas's focused grammatical construction seemed to silence him.

Silas pressed in trench until he felt Ian's ass against his firing, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's face twisted in mounting pleasure, his mouthpiece dropping open and his eyes closed in concentration.

He pulled back and began thrusting harder, slapping against his brother's ass as he went, beginning to pant and cry in pleasure while Ian sobbed in pain.

"William Tell me how very much it hurts,"Silas moaned as he thrust."Let me get wind you."

Ian stopped holding back and sobbed loudly, and Silas's yard picked up.

"baby, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ian as he fucked him."William Tell me how much I'm hurting you,"he said, pressing his forehead lovingly against Ian's back.

For the foremost clip, Ian didn't fight the bid he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between breathlessness."Please stop !"

"I'm almost there, infant. I'm almost there."He thrust toilsome, the pace drawing elbow grease between their consistence and between Silas's berm vane."You feel so hot, you're going to realise me make out. Tell me again."

"occlusion !"Ian cried, his aspect and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the walls as he ground deep inside his little comrade's body as he riddled it with annoyance and profligate. Silas clung to him and pushed and land, grunting as he drew too conclude to contain himself.

He pushed as abstruse as he could and held himself inside his sidekick, and wrapped a manus around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for ease, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his boldness sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few Thomas More times, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll commemorate that next time, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

Silas curled up beside him, kissing every in of his shoulder joint and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just cause to repeat the deterrent example, which I won't mind at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”