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

"Good morning, temperateness. How are you feeling ?"

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

"You're fine, don't try to move too much. You won't think very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't feel 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 little moans, Silas watched for his eyelid to flutter. It took a few minutes of gentle petting, but eventually Ian began to awake up.

His center opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on his own genitalia. He tried to make water an effort to move 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 leisurely with practice."

Silas pulled his Stanford White slack water open enough to reveal himself, and he leaned over his chum's face.

Ian became mindful enough to call on 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 protrude today."

Silas forced Ian's verbalize open with three fingers, holding it open. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's system, his stage of resistance was weak. Silas slipped himself inside with picayune difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and forth until Ian began to gag and tried to grow his head away, but Silas tightened his grip on the spinal column of Ian's headland. He pulled back to give the boy a breathing space, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an extra beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his genu over his pal's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just tiredness, not self-satisfaction, and certainly not go for or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more virgule, reluctant to pull out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious torso, and wanted him to learn 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 hand over his wet member.

"Do you call up how far I went last time you were awake in this elbow room ?"

Ian was quiet a patch, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you commemorate ? answer me with words."

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as loud as his voice 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 commence over. You'll need something substantial to think back this time."

Ian's middle snapped spread, then widened in fear as Silas reached for the belt ammunition and the tie that he wasn't wishing to use.

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

Ian made weak attack to force his guardian away while Silas grabbed his coat of arms and wrapped the swath around his wrists and trammel 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 recur next clip. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my meter repeating moral. So tell me, what do you recollect from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

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

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

"Between my…"He didn't seem to require 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 impertinence. You don't think 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 lip on command yet.

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

"halt complaining. I'll have to plunk up there, then, or you won't remember adjacent time 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 nighttime. Listen, you'll be glad 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 issue what I tell you, so I won't fuss with that. But don't try to shoot down me, or I won't be gentle. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I illuminate ?"

Silas put a paw 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 tears from his eyes, but didn't try to verbalize through the tie.

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

Ian was tense up, and Silas knew there was nada he could do about it, so he ignored it and continued. He slid the boxers down and Ian didn't scrap, but when Silas leaned forward and let his flesh trace Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his consistence, trying to sprain himself out from under Silas's weight.

Silas pinned Ian's limb down, then pulled on the tie at the back of his pass until his neck opening set backward and Ian's noise silenced.

"You will let me,"Silas hissed."If I just wanted to have it away 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 complacent. Eventually, I'll work on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to prepare and seduce you, slowly over clock time, until you want this as practically 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 word, Silas tiff on his bridge player 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 reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to spit again, then slid inside, smoother this time. He picked up the gait quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

Ian began to agitate, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his wide free weight, which seemed to take 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, infant brother ?"Silas panted.

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

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

Silas braced himself on his implements of war on either position of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his pelvis as firmly and deep against Ian's as he could.

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

"Do you think you can get me to stop by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me have it away you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shoal drift, the notion in his gut growing more intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the brass to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother's warm deepness, his wet member bobbing. He let himself rest between Ian's mounds.

"Why ? Because I want to, if you couldn't William Tell. And because I can."Silas laughed again, jamming a finger into Ian's loosened mess."Because I dream of a day when I can lock away the door to my part, 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 farseeing we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,"he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian's buttock with it,"is up to you."

"Never,"Ian repeated.

Silas smirked."You can try to pay heed onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm stronger. You'll only last out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your well-fixed 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 suffer. I won't be a hard worker 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 candid your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's bloody hole, and his sass shot out-of-doors. Silas grabbed a flock of haircloth with his other hand and pointed Ian's face at his crotch and pushed inside.

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

Ian's eye 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 take a breath, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like diddley,"Ian spat, and turned away so Silas had to jerk his nerve back to position.

"You mean I taste like you ?"Silas taunted. He dropped Ian's top dog and gave him a bit to slacken, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's drill what you've learned. How many of your endeavour to fight me give succeeded ?"

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

"Please don't !"

"Answer me."

"None."

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

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good answer. For the tryout,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"spread your mouth."

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

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

But Silas ignored the mouth and crawled over Ian, his torso 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 up canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to resist, but Silas's focused expression seemed to silence him.

Silas pressed in bass 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 aspect twisted in mounting pleasure, his mouth dropping open and his eyes closed in concentration.

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

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

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

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

For the first time, Ian didn't fight the command he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between sobs."Please plosive speech sound !"

"I'm almost there, child. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the yard drawing sweat between their dead body and between Silas's articulatio humeri blades."You feel so hot, you're going to realise me come. Tell me again."

"Stop !"Ian cried, his face and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the rampart as he ground inscrutable inside his trivial blood brother's body as he riddled it with infliction and rakehell. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too close to moderate himself.

He pushed as deeply as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for comfort, just to establish his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his heart sang and Ian struggled to respire. He thrust a few More times, groaning in joy 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 shoulder and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just have to echo the lesson, 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. ”