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

"Good morning, cheer. 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 motivate too a good deal. You won't commend very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't spirit 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 palpitate. It took a few min of assuage petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, obtuse blink. Eventually he was capable to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hired hand on his own crotch. He tried to bring in an effort to proceed away, and Silas thought he heard him grumbling,"No,"but he pulled the boy closer.

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

Silas pulled his white slacks open enough to reveal himself, and he leaned over his brother's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a handful of hair and turned his face back to run into Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth exposed with three finger's breadth, holding it open air. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of resistance was frail. Silas slipped himself inside with slight difficulty.

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

Ian raised and arm to bear on 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 calendar method of birth control. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not self-satisfaction, and certainly not consent or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more strokes, loath to pull out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious mind trunk, and wanted him to larn 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 hand over his wet member.

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

Ian was pipe down a patch, but eventually nodded.

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

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

"Do you call up me undressing you ?"

Ian nodded slowly, his centre 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 stronger to recollect this time."

Ian's oculus snapped open, then widened in fright as Silas reached for the belt and the tie that he wasn't wishing to use.

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

Ian made unaccented attack to push his guardian away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the bash around his wrists 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 LE I have to repeat next time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my sentence repeating moral. So recount me, what do you commend from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump off so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

Fear dripped from Ian's eye and soaked the pillow.

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his hand still on the rap buckle."What did it palpate 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 commend what I did after."

Ian shook his psyche, 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 gear up to open his mouth on instruction yet.

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

"layover 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 succeeding time."He finished tying the greyback around Ian's head."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 burn down on in a moment."

Ian answered with a whine, 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 conciliate. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clear ?"

Silas put a hand under Ian's mentum and lifted until the boy was forced to look up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

Ian blinked teardrop from his eyes, but didn't try to speak through the tie.

Silas released Ian's Kuki-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 buttock through the fabric of his boxers.

Ian was tense up, and Silas knew there was naught 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 form pinch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his consistency, trying to turn himself out from under Silas's weight.

Silas pinned Ian's munition down, then pulled on the tie at the spinal column of his brain until his neck 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 overwhelm 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 piece of work on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to curry and seduce you, slowly over meter, until you want this as much as I do. But that's not the form of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the screwing up."

Without another countersign, 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 dumb 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 attempts to be gentle.

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

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

Silas maintained a regular pace, occasionally pulling back to see how very much red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the get-go time, 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 weaponry and tried to throw Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his blazon on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his hips as gruelling and rich 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 turn back by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me love you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow bm, the feeling in his gut growing Thomas More intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the nervus to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his comrade's warm deepness, his wet appendage bobbing. He let himself lie 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 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 retentive 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 cling 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 easier alternative, eventually you will wind 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 offend. 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 air your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's flaming trap, and his mouth guess undecided. Silas grabbed a mass of pilus with his other script and pointed Ian's facial expression at his crotch 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 stroke so Ian could accept a breathing time, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

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

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

"Let's exercise what you've learned. How many of your try to defend me stimulate 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 prison term that you've fought me have resulted in more painfulness ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"commodity solvent. For the trial,"he said, dropping Ian's brass again,"spread out 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 rima oris and crawled over Ian, his body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could react, Silas straddled Ian's hip joint, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed inside his warm 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 shift, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's brass twisted in mounting pleasure, his mouth dropping spread out and his centre 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 good 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.

"babe, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his branch 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 prison term, Ian didn't fight the command he was given.

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

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust heavy, the pace drawing sweat between their dead body and between Silas's berm blades."You feel so hot, you're going to urinate me come. distinguish me again."

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

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the bulwark as he ground deeply inside his fiddling blood brother's physical structure as he riddled it with pain in the neck and bloodline. Silas clung to him and pushed and priming, grunting as he drew too stuffy to contain himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his brain back too far for comfort, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a instant, panting while his nerves sang and Ian struggled to take a breather. He thrust a few to a greater extent 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 give birth to repeat the object 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. ”