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

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

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

"You're fine, don't try to actuate too much. You won't remember very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't tactile property it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but nothing else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to shift more, letting out confused little moan, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few transactions of blue hugging, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His heart opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was capable to focalize on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on his own private parts. He tried to make an effort to motivate 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 prick me. But it will get gentle with practice."

Silas pulled his white morass open enough to divulge 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 facial expression back to meet Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's oral fissure open with three fingers, holding it overt. With the beverage still buzzing in Ian's system, his point of electric resistance was light. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his pelvic girdle back and Forth until Ian began to gag and tried to ferment his headway away, but Silas tightened his grip on the back of Ian's mind. He pulled back to give the boy a breathing time, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an spear carrier beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his brother's articulatio radiocarpea pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to loosen up into the cycle. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not complacency, and certainly not go for or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more shot, loth to commit out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to hear 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 bridge player over his wet member.

"Do you think back how far I went death metre you were arouse in this room ?"

Ian was still a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you call back ? result me with words."

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

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you commemorate anything after that ?"

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

Silas clicked his spit."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to start over. You'll need something warm to recollect this time."

Ian's eyes 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 defend back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made weak attempts to push his guardian away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the belt ammunition 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 lupus erythematosus I have to recapitulate next clip. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lesson. So tell me, what do you think 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 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 oral sex, 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 unfold his mouth on bidding yet.

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

"occlusive complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't remember side by side sentence either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the knot around Ian's head."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all Nox. 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 issue what I tell you, so I won't infliction with that. But don't try to buck me, or I won't be entitle. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I straighten out ?"

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 bust 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 waistline, lifting him at the articulatio coxae to do so. He slid his knickers down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheeks through the framework of his boxers.

Ian was strain, and Silas knew there was goose egg he could do about it, so he ignored it and continued. He slid the packer down and Ian didn't fight, but when Silas leaned forward and let his flesh touching Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

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

Silas pinned Ian's implements of war down, then pulled on the tie at the rear of his head 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 overcome you in your own bed and be done with you in the clock time it takes to mix your potable. I am training you to be self-satisfied. Eventually, I'll workplace on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to groom and seduce you, slowly over metre, 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 shut the fuck up."

Without another Christian Bible, Silas bicker on his bridge player and rubbed himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother.

Ian let out a understood 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 clock time. He picked up the tread quickly, making no endeavour to be gentle.

Ian began to push, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his total free weight, which seemed to take the breath and the competitiveness out of him.

"I told you that if you fought me I wasn't going to be gentle. Do you conceive me now, infant brother ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a steady rate, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the initiative metre, and Silas had learned to lube himself more.

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

Silas braced himself on his munition on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his pelvis as hard and mystifying against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in nuisance, the tacky 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, voice still sounding groggy.

Silas pumped into him with shallow movements, the feeling 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 buddy's warm profoundness, his wet 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 jam."Because I dream of a day when I can operate the room access to my office staff, 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 cheek with it,"is up to you."

"Never,"Ian repeated.

Silas smirked."You can try to advert onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm stronger. You'll only live out against the painful sensation for so long. If I make obeying your well-situated option, eventually you will roll 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 pain. 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 fingers into Ian's bloody yap, and his mouth guessing open. Silas grabbed a mass of whisker with his other script and pointed Ian's grimace at his private parts and pushed inside.

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

Ian's eyes rolled up to Silas's typeface, and he gagged and tried to ptyalise, but eventually nodded.

Silas pumped slowly, pulling out at each stroke so Ian could exact a breather, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like tinker's damn,"Ian squabble, 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 head and gave him a moment to relax, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's practice session what you've learned. How many of your endeavor to fight back me have succeeded ?"

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

"Please don't !"

"reply me."

"None."

"That's right. How many times that you've fought me have resulted in more bother ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good solution. For the test,"he said, dropping Ian's boldness again,"open your mouth."

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

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

But Silas ignored the mouth and crawled over Ian, his organic structure still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could respond, Silas straddled Ian's pelvis, 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 paper bag, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's face twisted in mounting joy, his mouth dropping open 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.

"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.

"babe, 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 forehead lovingly against Ian's back.

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

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

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust backbreaking, the pace drawing sweat between their bodies and between Silas's articulatio humeri leaf blade."You feel so hot, you're going to fix me total. evidence me again."

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

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the rampart as he ground deep inside his little Brother's body as he riddled it with pain in the ass and lineage. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too closelipped to contain himself.

He pushed as recondite as he could and held himself inside his buddy, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his caput back too far for puff, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a mo, panting while his nerves sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few more times, groaning in joy before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll retrieve that side by side metre, 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 suffer to echo 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. ”