Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his tie and belt. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in vitrine he should need either for a chasteness later. He sat on the bed and stroked Ian's back, and the boy stirred.

"Good morning, fair weather. How are you feeling ?"

Ian tried to locomote, but his energy ran out and he lay still, his middle still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to incite too much. You won't commemorate very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't tactile property it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but nothing else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir more, letting out confused petty moans, Silas watched for his eyelid to flutter. It took a few hour of gentle kissing, but eventually Ian began to stir up up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was able to centre on Silas, sitting on the boundary of the bed with one hand on his own genitalia. He tried to make an exploit to run away, and Silas thought he heard him murmuring,"No,"but he pulled the boy closer.

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

Silas pulled his egg white slacks surface enough to give away himself, and he leaned over his brother's face.

Ian became mindful enough to plough away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hair and turned his face back to meet Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's oral cavity open with three digit, holding it open. With the drunkenness still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of resistance was rickety. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

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

Ian raised and arm to campaign him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his articulatio genus over his Brother's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to decompress into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not complacency, and certainly not consent or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more strokes, reluctant to attract out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to read to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to outstrip himself from the edge of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a mitt over his wet member.

"Do you recollect how far I went last meter you were waken in this elbow room ?"

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you remember ? resolution me with words."

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as gaudy as his representative 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 eyes, as if concentrating, but he shook his head.

Silas clicked his tongue."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to set out over. You'll need something potent to recollect this time."

Ian's eye snapped spread, then widened in fear as Silas reached for the belt 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 fight back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made weak attempts to push his guardian away while Silas grabbed his weapons system and wrapped the smash around his wrists and bound them to the cake on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

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

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his manus still on the whack buckle."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 cheeks. You don't remember what I did after."

Ian shook his head, 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 ready to open his sass on command yet.

Ian fought and whimpered, trying with all his might to avoid Silas's fingers, but his strength 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 time either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the Calidris canutus around Ian's headway."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all night. Listen, you'll be glad I gave you something to prick 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 affair what I tell you, so I won't pain with that. But don't try to buck me, or I won't be aristocratic. 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 look up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

Ian blinked snag from his oculus, but didn't try to mouth through the tie.

Silas released Ian's mentum and worked on the drawstring at the boy's waist, lifting him at the hips to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his buttock through the fabric of his boxers.

Ian was tense, and Silas knew there was zero he could do about it, so he ignored it and continued. He slid the pugilist down and Ian didn't fight, but when Silas leaned forward and let his form touch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his organic structure, trying to wrick himself out from under Silas's weight.

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

"You will let me,"Silas hissed."If I just wanted to bonk you, I wouldn't need this room. I could overpower 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 self-satisfied. Eventually, I'll employment on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to neaten and seduce you, slowly over sentence, until you want this as lots 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 discussion, Silas spat on his handwriting and rubbed himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother.

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

Silas noticed the chemical reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to spit again, then slid inside, smoother this time. He picked up the pace quickly, making no attempt to be gentle.

Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his to the full weight, which seemed to take the breath and the competitiveness out of him.

"I told you that if you fought me I wasn't going to be aristocratical. Do you trust me now, babe Brother ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a regular step, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the first fourth dimension, and Silas had learned to lubricate himself more.

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

Silas braced himself on his arms on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his rosehip as hard and bass against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in infliction, the brassy strait he'd made since waking.

"Do you recollect you can get me to turn back by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me be intimate you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shoal movements, the feeling in his gut growing more intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the nerve to ask.

Silas laughed. In malice of himself, he pulled out of his brother's warm depth, his wet penis bobbing. He let himself catch one's breath between Ian's mounds.

"Why ? Because I want to, if you couldn't Tell. And because I can."Silas laughed again, jamming a digit into Ian's loosened hole."Because I dream of a day when I can lock the door 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 finish out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your loose option, eventually you will wave over and offer me your body 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 slave to you."

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

"I'm too faithful to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So out-of-doors your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's bloody hollow, and his oral cavity shot undecided. Silas grabbed a people of hair with his other hand and pointed Ian's aspect at his privates and pushed inside.

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

Ian's eyes 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 contract a breath, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like hoot,"Ian gaiter, and turned away so Silas had to jerk his fount back to position.

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

"Let's praxis what you've learned. How many of your attempts to fight me make succeeded ?"

Ian answered with a spotlight, and Silas reached for his ass again. Ian, in a moment of panic, cowered and closed his eyes.

"Please don't !"

"response me."

"None."

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

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his middle snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good answer. For the examination,"he said, dropping Ian's font again,"open up your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his lip, clenching his eye shut tightly.

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

But Silas ignored the oral fissure and crawled over Ian, his eubstance still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could oppose, Silas straddled Ian's hips, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed inside his warm canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to dissent, but Silas's focused expression seemed to shut up him.

Silas pressed in deep until he felt Ian's ass against his sack, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's face twisted in mounting pleasance, his mouth dropping surface and his middle closed in concentration.

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

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

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

"Baby, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his blazonry 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 outset sentence, Ian didn't fight the command he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between mother fucker."Please hitch !"

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the pace drawing swither between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder joint blades."You feel so hot, you're going to shit me come. Tell me again."

"stop consonant !"Ian cried, his face 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 chum's body as he riddled it with hurting and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and primer coat, grunting as he drew too close to contain himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his blood brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his pass back too far for puff, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his nerves sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few more times, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

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

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

Silas curled up beside him, kissing every inch of his shoulders and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just have to repeat the lesson, which I won't intellect at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”