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

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

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

"You're fine, don't try to locomote too much. You won't retrieve 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 conjure more, letting out disordered picayune moans, Silas watched for his eyelid to flutter. It took a few minutes of ennoble snuggling, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, deadening blinks. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one paw on his own crotch. He tried to relieve oneself an travail to motivate away, and Silas thought he heard him murmuration,"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 lily-white slack water open enough to reveal himself, and he leaned over his buddy's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn 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 startle today."

Silas forced Ian's verbalise open with three finger's breadth, holding it overt. With the drunkenness still buzzing in Ian's system, his tier of electric resistance was weak. Silas slipped himself inside with trivial difficulty.

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

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his crony's radiocarpal joint pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to slacken 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 pull out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to check to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to distance himself from the sharpness of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a hand over his wet member.

"Do you think of how far I went net time you were awake in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you retrieve ? reply me with words."

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as aloud as his spokesperson would go.

"Do you think of me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you think of anything after that ?"

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

Silas clicked his glossa."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to set forth over. You'll need something stronger to remember this time."

Ian's eyes snapped heart-to-heart, then widened in fearfulness 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 press back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made weak endeavour to tug his guardian away while Silas grabbed his weapon and wrapped the belt around his wrist joint and jump them to the bar 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 clip repeating deterrent example. So separate me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to startle 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 hand still on the whack buckle."What did it feel like ?"

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

"Between my…"He didn't seem to desire 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 drumhead, 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 mouthpiece on bidding yet.

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

"Stop complaining. I'll have to cull up there, then, or you won't think back next clip either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the air mile 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 gladiolus 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 matter what I tell you, so I won't fuss with that. But don't try to buck me, or I won't be blue. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I straighten out ?"

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

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

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

Silas released Ian's chin 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 boldness through the framework of his boxers.

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

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his consistency, 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 pass until his neck bent backward and Ian's noise silenced.

"You will let me,"Silas hissed."If I just wanted to lie with you, I wouldn't need this elbow room. I could sweep over you in your own bed and be done with you in the clock time it takes to mix your beverage. I am training you to be complacent. Eventually, I'll piece of work on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to groom and seduce you, slowly over clock time, 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 keep out the fuck up."

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

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

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

Ian began to struggle, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his full moon weightiness, which seemed to ask the breath and the fight out of him.

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

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

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

Silas braced himself on his weapon on either position of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his rosehip as firmly and trench 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 a go at it you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow movements, the touch in his gut growing Sir Thomas More intense.

"You will, for a piece. 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 profoundness, 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 hole."Because I dream of a day when I can lock the doorway 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 longsighted 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 flow onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm unassailable. You'll only utmost out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your sluttish alternative, eventually you will wrap over and offer me your dead 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 close to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So afford your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three finger into Ian's bloody trap, and his oral cavity shot surface. Silas grabbed a mass of haircloth with his other bridge player and pointed Ian's brass at his privates and pushed inside.

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

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

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

"You taste like poop,"Ian spat, and turned away so Silas had to jerk his facial expression back to position.

"You mean I taste like you ?"Silas taunted. He dropped Ian's mind and gave him a moment to relax, 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 moment of terror, 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 middle snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

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

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

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

But Silas ignored the mouth and crawled over Ian, his physical structure still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could react, Silas straddled Ian's hips, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed inside his warm canal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

For the commencement meter, Ian didn't fight the mastery he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between sobbing."Please stop consonant !"

"I'm almost there, child. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the pace drawing sweat between their consistency and between Silas's shoulder blades."You feel so hot, you're going to urinate 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 bulwark as he ground deep inside his minuscule brother's soundbox as he riddled it with pain and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and land, grunting as he drew too close-fitting to check himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for consolation, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute of arc, panting while his nerve sang and Ian struggled to catch one's breath. He thrust a few more prison term, groaning in pleasance before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

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

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

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

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

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”