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 want either for a simpleness 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 displace too a lot. 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 stir more, letting out disordered little groan, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few bit of placate petting, but eventually Ian began to fire up up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinking chickweed. Eventually he was capable to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand 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 burn me. But it will get easier with practice."

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

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a handful of tomentum and turned his look back to meet Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth outdoors with three fingers, holding it undefendable. With the beverage still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of impedance was sapless. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hips 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 promontory. 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 knee over his brother's carpus pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just fatigue duty, not self-complacency, and certainly not consent or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few Thomas More strokes, loth to perpetrate out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious torso, and wanted him to memorise to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to distance himself from the edge of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a handwriting over his wet member.

"Do you remember how far I went last clock time you were awake in this room ?"

Ian was hush a while, but eventually nodded.

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

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as forte as his vocalisation would go.

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you call back anything after that ?"

Ian closed his heart, 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 remember this time."

Ian's eyes snapped loose, then widened in reverence as Silas reached for the belted ammunition and the tie that he wasn't wishing to use.

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

Ian made weak endeavour to push his protector away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the whack around his carpus and tie 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 repeat next meter. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my metre repeating lessons. So tell me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to leap out 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 belt buckle."What did it finger 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 promontory, 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 cook to open his sassing on command yet.

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

"stoppage complaining. I'll have to piece up there, then, or you won't remember next prison term either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the knot around Ian's foreland."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 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 affair what I tell you, so I won't hassle with that. But don't try to jerk me, or I won't be gentle. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clear ?"

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 verbalize 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 quiesce sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheeks 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 boxers down and Ian didn't fight, but when Silas leaned forward and let his soma touch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his body, trying to twist himself out from under Silas's weight.

Silas pinned Ian's branch down, then pulled on the tie at the back of his header until his neck knack 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 overtake you in your own bed and be done with you in the time it takes to mix your drinkable. I am training you to be complacent. Eventually, I'll workplace on respect. I don't want your desire, or I would try to groom and seduce you, slowly over 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 close the fuck up."

Without another intelligence, 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 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 footstep quickly, making no endeavor to be gentle.

Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his buddy with his full phase of the moon 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 trust me now, baby brother ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a sweetheart pace, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the start clock 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 arms and tried to throw off Silas off rest, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his weaponry on either English of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his pelvic arch as severely and thick against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in pain in the neck, 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 fuck you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow social movement, the notion in his gut growing more intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the nerve to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother'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 fingerbreadth into Ian's loosened hole."Because I dream of a day when I can lock in 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 foresighted we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,"he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian's brass 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 secure. You'll only last out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easier option, eventually you will turn over over and declare oneself me your torso whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to spite. 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 undetermined your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three finger into Ian's bloody hole, and his mouth shot open. Silas grabbed a mass of hair with his other hand and pointed Ian's face at his private parts and pushed inside.

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

Ian's eyes rolled up to Silas's brass, and he gagged and tried to spatter, 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 shit,"Ian bicker, and turned away so Silas had to jerk his boldness back to position.

"You mean I taste like you ?"Silas taunted. He dropped Ian's top dog and gave him a moment to unbend, 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 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 oculus snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"commodity answer. For the mental testing,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"give your mouth."

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

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

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

Ian braced himself and tried to protest, but Silas's focused expression seemed to hush 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 font twisted in mounting pleasance, his lip dropping open and his eyes closed in concentration.

He pulled back and began thrusting harder, slapping against his sidekick's ass as he went, beginning to gasp and cry in pleasance 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 pace picked up.

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

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

"It hurts !"he gasped between mother fucker."Please stop !"

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust surd, the pace drawing sweat between their physical structure and between Silas's shoulder blade."You feel so hot, you're going to fix me come. tell apart me again."

"occlusive !"Ian cried, his font and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The phone of Silas's thrusting bounced off the wall as he ground deep inside his fiddling brother's body as he riddled it with pain and line. Silas clung to him and pushed and undercoat, grunting as he drew too close-fitting to arrest 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 word back too far for comfortableness, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a min, panting while his brass sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few more clip, groaning in joy before pulling out and falling hobble 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 inch of his articulatio humeri and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just get to replicate 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. ”