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

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

Ian tried to move, but his zip ran out and he lay still, his oculus 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 nothing else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to arouse more, letting out confused little moans, Silas watched for his lid to dart. It took a few minutes of gentle petting, but eventually Ian began to awake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, sluggish blinks. Eventually he was able to pore on Silas, sitting on the border of the bed with one hand on his own private parts. He tried to establish an endeavour to move away, and Silas thought he heard him muttering,"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 Stanford White falloff undefended enough to let on himself, and he leaned over his Brother's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hair and turned his cheek back to see Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth clear with three fingers, holding it open. With the drinking still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of resistance was weak. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and Forth River until Ian began to gag and tried to flex his brain away, but Silas tightened his bag on the back of Ian's head word. He pulled back to give way the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an surplus beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his comrade's wrist joint pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to unbend 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 deplumate out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious physical structure, and wanted him to discover 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 remember how far I went final meter you were awake in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

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

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as gimcrack as his vocalism 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 start over. You'll need something unattackable to remember this time."

Ian's eye snapped open, 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 attempt to advertize his defender away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the belt around his wrist and bandage them to the bars on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

"I'm doing this so you'll remember, so there's less I have to take over following time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lessons. 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."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

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

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

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

"interior ?"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 mouth on instruction yet.

Ian fought and whimpered, trying with all his might to annul Silas's fingerbreadth, but his strength failed him, and Silas slipped the tie between his teeth.

"plosive consonant 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 adjacent time."He finished tying the nautical mile around Ian's capitulum."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all night. Listen, you'll be sword lily 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 matter what I tell you, so I won't bother with that. But don't try to shoot down me, or I won't be assuage. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I all the way ?"

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 rip from his heart, but didn't try to speak through the tie.

Silas released Ian's mentum and worked on the drawstring at the boy's waistline, lifting him at the hips to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a tranquillity sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his impertinence through the fabric 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 bagger down and Ian didn't competitiveness, 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 cover of his fountainhead 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 sweep over 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 groom and seduce you, slowly over time, until you want this as practically as I do. But that's not the form of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the fuck up."

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

Ian let out a still 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 pace quickly, making no endeavour to be gentle.

Ian began to push, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his broad weighting, which seemed to take the breath and the fighting 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 stabilise pace, occasionally pulling back to see how a good deal red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the initiative metre, and Silas had learned to lubricate himself more.

Ian sobbed gently into the pillow, but when he seemed to feature had enough, he shook his arms 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 pelvic arch as severely and inscrutable against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in pain, the flash strait he'd made since waking.

"Do you think you can get me to cease by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me fuck you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow campaign, the feeling in his gut growing more than intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the nerve to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his chum's tender depths, 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 lock in the room access 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 boldness 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 go out against the pain in the ass for so long. If I make obeying your easygoing choice, eventually you will vagabond over and bid me your soundbox whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to offend. I won't be a slave to you."

Silas untied the necktie 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 finger into Ian's bally mess, and his mouth dig open. Silas grabbed a mass of hair with his other hand and pointed Ian's side at his crotch 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 solidus so Ian could make a hint, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like tinker's damn,"Ian spat, and turned away so Silas had to jerk his human face back to position.

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

"Let's practice 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 panic, 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 pain ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eye snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good resolution. For the test,"he said, dropping Ian's fount again,"open 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 body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could oppose, Silas straddled Ian's rose hip, pulled his face apart and pushed inside his quick canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to protest, but Silas's focused expression seemed to silence 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 nerve twisted in mounting pleasure, his mouth dropping open and his optic closed in concentration.

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

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

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

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

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

"It hurts !"he gasped between sobs."Please halt !"

"I'm almost there, babe. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the gait drawing sweat between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder blades."You feel so hot, you're going to puddle me derive. enjoin me again."

"point !"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 brother's physical structure as he riddled it with hurting and pedigree. Silas clung to him and pushed and solid ground, grunting as he drew too tight to contain himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his buddy, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for comfort, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his spunk sang and Ian struggled to suspire. 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 opening from behind.

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

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the cover of Ian's head.

"I know. ”