Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his necktie and belt. 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.

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

Ian tried to travel, but his energy ran out and he lay still, his oculus still closed.

"You're amercement, don't try to propel too often. You won't remember very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't spirit it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but zero else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir more, letting out disconnected little moans, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few hour of blue petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow blink. Eventually he was able-bodied to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one handwriting on his own crotch. He tried to make 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 promiscuous with practice."

Silas pulled his white mire open enough to let on himself, and he leaned over his brother's face.

Ian became aware enough to work away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of fuzz and turned his nerve back to suffer Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth open with three fingers, holding it open. With the potable still buzzing in Ian's scheme, his level of resistance was debile. Silas slipped himself inside with trivial difficulty.

He rocked his articulatio coxae back and forth until Ian began to gag and tried to plow his straits away, but Silas tightened his hairgrip on the cover of Ian's forefront. He pulled back to give the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an additional beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his brother's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to unstrain 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 to a greater extent separatrix, loth to force out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious consistency, and wanted him to learn to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to distance himself from the boundary of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a handwriting over his wet member.

"Do you think back how far I went close time you were wake in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a piece, but eventually nodded.

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

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as brassy as his voice would go.

"Do you call up 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 natural language."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to start over. You'll need something stronger to think of 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 say you to unstrain, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to fight back back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made weak attempts to labor his guardian away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the belt around his articulatio radiocarpea and bound 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 reduplicate next time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my meter repeating lessons. So tell me, what do you think of from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

reverence 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 experience 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 impertinence. 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 afford again, knowing he wasn't cook to open his mouth on instruction yet.

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

"catch complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't remember adjacent clock time either. And then we'll just be here longer future time."He finished tying the knot around Ian's head word."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 seize with teeth 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 buck me, or I won't be blue-blooded. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clean-cut ?"

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 tears from his eyes, but didn't try to mouth through the tie.

Silas released Ian's Kuki and worked on the drawstring at the boy's waist, lifting him at the pelvic girdle to do so. He slid his trouser down as Ian released a quietly sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheeks through the fabric of his boxers.

Ian was tense up, and Silas knew there was nix 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 physique signature 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 brain until his cervix bent 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 overcome you in your own bed and be done with you in the meter it takes to mix your drink. I am training you to be self-complacent. Eventually, I'll work on obeisance. I don't want your desire, or I would try to neaten and score you, slowly over time, until you want this as much as I do. But that's not the variety of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the fuck up."

Without another word, 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 unsounded 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 tread quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

Ian began to push, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his chum with his broad weight, which seemed to train the intimation and the fight out of him.

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

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

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

Silas braced himself on his sleeve on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his rose hip as hard and inscrutable against Ian's as he could.

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

"Do you think you can get me to stop 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 drift, the flavour in his gut growing more intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the mettle to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his chum's warm depths, his wet fellow member 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 yap."Because I dream of a day when I can lock 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 farsighted we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,"he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian's impudence 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 impregnable. You'll only last out against the annoyance for so long. If I make obeying your well-off pick, eventually you will vagabond over and declare oneself 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 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 digit into Ian's all-fired hole, and his oral fissure dead reckoning capable. Silas grabbed a mass of haircloth with his other hand and pointed Ian's fount at his privates and pushed inside.

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

Ian's eyes rolled up to Silas's look, and he gagged and tried to ptyalise, 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 diddly-shit,"Ian gaiter, and turned away so Silas had to jerk his aspect back to position.

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

"Let's practice session what you've learned. How many of your attempts to fight down me feature succeeded ?"

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

"Please don't !"

"Answer me."

"None."

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

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his centre snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

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

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

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

But Silas ignored the mouth and crawled over Ian, his dead body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could react, Silas straddled Ian's rosehip, pulled his brass apart and pushed inside his ardent canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to resist, 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 typeface twisted in mounting pleasure, his lip dropping spread 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 a great deal it hurts,"Silas moaned as he thrust."Let me take heed you."

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

"Baby, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms 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 first fourth dimension, Ian didn't fight the control he was given.

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

"I'm almost there, infant. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the rate drawing sweat between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder blade."You feel so hot, you're going to get me follow. Tell me again."

"catch !"Ian cried, his boldness and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The strait of Silas's thrusting bounced off the rampart as he ground cryptical inside his little brother's consistence as he riddled it with botheration and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and priming, grunting as he drew too finish to comprise himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a bridge player around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for comforter, just to relieve oneself his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a mo, panting while his spunk sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few to a greater extent times, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll recollect that following time, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

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

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

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”